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Are you now prepared to talk about Kurt Grimmer?

Something about him is rotten, right?

Hello?

Is that you, Mr. Birkan?

Sorry, I was trying to save your number, I didn't mean to call.

-Do you have something for me? -When I do, I'll be in touch.

FRIDAY NIGHT

Come on.

-Left or right? -Hey, hey, hey. Wait!

Watch out!

Fuck!

-Where to? -To Jamaica!

This is a lake, you dumbass. There's no way out.

All water flows into the sea.

You're such morons, man.

When do you go back?

I'm not going back to prison!

Fuck, you bitch! Are you crazy?

-Shit. Are you crying? -Fuck you!

That Paula is so fucking perfect, it makes me sick.

Fucking privileged, high-class whore.

She has no idea what I've been through. She thinks she can send me back to prison.

If you want, we'll kill the bitch for you.

Some people float through life,

while others are just really, royally fucked!

What are you waiting for?

That bitch really has to suffer...

That... will...

bring balance to the universe.

Paula?

Hey.

Is everything okay?

What happened?

Hey.

The Brotherhood had a message for you.

Next time it will hurt.

What have you done?

To bring those people back into our lives?

There won't be a next time.

It won't happen again, Paula. I'll... take care of it.

Why do I feel like everything you're doing is just making it worse?

We've never lied to each other, Kurt.

We were always honest with each other.

I want us back.

-I want us to talk to each other again! -I want that too. Honestly. I...

But this case...

The case? This isn't about the case!

Are you involved with those people again?

Or are you gambling again?

-Just tell me! -I want to!

It's just that you...

you're so damn perfect, Paula.

Sometimes I feel like you don't need me at all.

That your life would be just as perfect if I wasn't around.

Shit.

You really are gambling again.

Ever wondered where the money for your shop comes from?

-I can't believe it. -Sorry that I'm not as perfect as you.

That I don't sit in my little shop...

happily selling expensive crap that no one really needs.

-Stop it, Kurt. -I'm trying too.

I'm trying to lead a perfectly organized fucking life...

But you know what, Paula? It's just too fucking boring!

I said stop it!

I never want you to help me with the shop again.

This will never work.

Wait and see.

"OFFSIDE"

-Hey, bro. -Hi. What's up?

Hey, I'm gonna bring him in too. Is that cool?

-Just you two? Wait a second. -Yeah.

-Come on through. -Hey, what the fuck?

-Calm down. -Thanks, bro.

-Come with me! -Where to?

Come. It'll work. Come on!

Hey, we're on the guest list.

Come on, let's go.

Tarik-Amir.

Come on. Come, come, come!

How did you manage that?

I told him my last name, dude.

I thought you didn't want anything to do with Tarik-Amir.

Yo, make some noise for Xatar!

I'm fucking with you. He's not here.

Anyone want to jump in for Xatar?

Yo! Can you rap his part? Get him a mike.

Introduce yourself. Get him a mike.

-What's your name? -Murad!

-Can you handle that mike? -Are you ready?

Okay, let's go! Let's hear what you got, man.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait up!

Okay...

Too much hype about Berlin Sucking its dick!

I roll into the city Holding my stick

Too many wannabe Kanacks! Think you're cool wearing Rocawear caps?

Too many haters and jealous fucks Hoping shit will happen to Murad

Too many dogs just barking too loud You better come at me, or shut your mouth!

Too many steroid junkies pumping iron

Pretending to have balls But they're shrinking

Too many Kanacks call themselves stylish Plucking, piercing, bleaching their anuses

Too many MCs thinking Hip Hop is a game

I launder cash with rap Too many dollars to protect.

Yeah!

I destroy you! Not just you, your posse, your bitch!

I'm up here, you're down there That's my shit!

You're a loser, you're nil, you're a joke

I destroy you! Not just you, your posse, your bitch!

I'm up here, you're down there That's my shit!

You're a loser, you're nil, you're a joke

I destroy you!

Murad, Murad, Murad!

Oh, you nailed it, dude!

Thanks.

-How's it going? -Only losers say thanks.

You shouldn't say thanks. Okay? Got tracks of your own?

They're on here.

-I'll listen to it. -Bro, let's heat things up.

Swimming and women.

Going to Artemis, then, yeah? You guys wanna join?

-I think I should go home. -Don't mention the math test.

-I've got a math test tomorrow. -It's Saturday tomorrow.

It's an entrance exam for a good school.

Nah.

Dude, the limos are here. Are we going, or what? Let's go.

-Your call. Have a good one. -See you.

What's wrong with you, dude?

Yo, dude, take this card.

Not you, man. You don't rap.

Get in touch. I'll be here working on Killa Digga's new album tomorrow.

Be in touch. Bye.

-That was the best night of my life. -Dude, what the fuck?

SATURDAY

How's Paula?

What do you think?

-I'll be lucky if she doesn't leave. -No way. Your wife is hardcore.

-How's Mandy? -I think I've really fallen in love.

The other day she suggested a threesome.

Great. What's the guy's name?

-How's the dead Turk? -He's still dead.

Henkenmaier wants the Brotherhood to go to war.

Coming to your house was a message.

To let you know that they mean business.

I'm sorry, Kurt. I tried to stop them.

Henkenmaier says you have to pay up by tomorrow.

If you don't, I'm in just as deep shit as you are.

And you know what's in store.

Ball games.

Stop worrying. I've got the money. More than enough.

I have to make a little TV appearance. Then I can pick it up.

They're meeting tomorrow in the clubhouse.

You have to bring the money yourself.

And apologize to Henkenmaier and the guys.

And suck his cock too, or what?

Don't worry, little brother. I'll be there.

With your money.

INCOMING CALL ULF

EAST PRUSSIA 1945

-What's up? -I took care of it. Kurt has the money.

If he has it, why didn't he bring it now?

He mentioned a TV appearance.

And you believe him?

He'll bring the money to the club house tomorrow.

Your brother will get you killed one day.

I'm hungry. We don't have anything to eat.

-We'll go for breakfast. McDonald's. -Really? Can I have Chicken McNuggets?

Easy, Tiger. Go get your brother.

Eric! We're go to McDonald's!

-Fuck. What are you doing here? -Picking up the kids.

I've got them this weekend. Remember? Hey, little man.

We're going on a fun trip to the energy-plus house project.

"The energy-plus house..."

Buy yourself a calendar if you're too high to...

I've got one. Every day says: "Linus, fuck you!"

Go and find a decent job, Bine. Believe me, it helps. Come on Thor.

So I can stand in front of the mirror every night like you?

Uh, energy-plus house project. Gala dinner for children with cancer...

Oh, I'm so goddamn fucking creative.

You should record yourself and listen to it.

Then you'd see why the therapist gave up.

The one whose tits you stared at the whole time?

Come on.

-And my Chicken McNuggets? -You'll get them.

But the whole house is full of robots. You'll love it!

Always the same. When it gets too much, you run away.

KURT, PLEASE. I NEED YOU...

INFO MARRIED TO PAULA GRIMMER

PROUD OF MY TWO GUYS

You know the rules.

No forbidden symbols in public!

I won't go to the pool anymore.

Or I'll leave my T-shirt on. No one will see it.

Johann! Please!

Johan?

Kurt is bringing the money tomorrow. All of it.

Trust me. He'll be there.

You should hope he does...

Because if your brother lets you down,

you'll be playing his round of ball games.

-You really don't want me to come in? -No. I don't want a scene.

I'll just tell him to leave Sevim and Dilara alone and that's it.

If it's that easy...

Why have we been sitting here for 10 minutes?

You promised.

Wait for me here.

-Hey, are you okay? -Just go!

Shit. Lukas Schmaus's hard drive is practically Fort Knox.

Firstly, several cryptography systems have been used here.

BitLocker, PGP...

I thought my EFDD, my Elcomsoft Forensic Disk Decryptor,

would let me decode the data on the drive,

but they've built in a few extra security measures.

What's the current state of the investigation?

I'll try to analyze the internal structure of the encoded hard drive...

In the past few days,

we've raided several betting offices belonging to Tomo Kovac.

We found some irregularities in the...

All I need to know is where Schmaus went.

Travel bookings, second home, holiday apartment...

We've come to the conclusion that the Kovac clan's betting operation

most likely had nothing to do with Orkan Erdem's murder.

The investigations into this link have hit a dead end.

You were right about Grimmer.

This is a good day for football.

But we will have more information for you soon.

I hope you can understand

that we can't reveal more details while the investigation is underway.

We understand the public interest in this case,

and will release more information as soon as we are able to.

We request your patience.

-Please... -Any details about the crime itself?

Mr. Seiler!

Did Bandlow or Seiler approve that?

Calm down. That was just some hot air.

-To get the press off our backs. -What were you thinking?

Why not let me in on it?

You wanted Tarik-Amir over Kovac. So, let's chase Tarik-Amir.

You and Hans...

Did you find money in Kovac' shop yesterday?

What makes you ask that?

Yes we did actually. Quite a lot. You can look at it in the exhibit room.

Jesus Christ.

-Where are you going now? -It's Saturday, isn't it?

You know what's in store for us.

We're going out there to face 50,000 people who hate us.

50,000 people who will be incredibly loud.

But we'll show them, in a sportsmanlike way...

I wouldn't have guessed the bitch was underage either.

But with all these ripe teens around...

Get a red card in the game tomorrow. During the first half.

Let's go!

Yeah.

Where are those wings when you need them, huh?

You're not a loser, we all know that here.

Whatever happened at the qualifier, you're playing for Leipzig today.

I know you don't give a shit about the business side:

the men in suits, the contract, the sponsors.

You just want to play.

And when you just do that, you're the greatest player I ever coached.

So go out there and win. For you! For us! For Leipzig!

0:1 22ND MINUTE, FIRST HALF

Get a red card in the game tomorrow. During the first half.

That's all.

I swear no one will ever find out about this.

Hey, get lost!

-Goodbye! -Are you leaving already?

-Hm. -We don't want to get stuck in traffic.

We'll call you.

-We have to go. -Thanks.

Did you get me the inventory list I asked you for?

Sure did. And I checked everyone's movements.

Both Grimmer and Hans Kuscha

personally handed in cash from the raid last night as evidence.

Fuck!

About Grimmer...

You don't trust him anymore, do you?

You should talk to Fucht.

Goodbye, Wachtmeister.

...especially measure 21. Let's try it.

POLICE

In the past, when July came around

We would gladly bid farewell To our home city

But today some poor citizens

Have a hole in their wallet

Is that a reason to be worried...

Shit.

Sorry.

Number 21 again please.

"Sorry."

Is that a reason to be worried...

Yeah? Hello, Dilara.

How is Mom? I'm on my way.

Why don't you realize?

The Spree still flows through Berlin

The Müggelsee Lake still close by

The Grunewald Forest Still blooms around it

Where is he?

-Where is he? -He's gone already.

It wasn't that bad.

I'm scared.

He told us he saw you this morning. Why did you run off?

It's the investigation... Something came up.

How's the lawsuit going? Did you talk to the mother?

She wanted to go to court.

-I managed to make a deal with her lawyer. -There you go, then. Good news.

I need every cent from the Kovac raids. Every last one.

To make all of this go away.

Of course. That's fine with me.

Sure.

I know you're in trouble yourself, but I'm really running out of time.

Without it, I'm going to jail.

-Can't you get an extension? -Give me some time and I'll sort it out.

I'll be in touch later.

You have the money?

-What's this? -50 grand.

Of course.

So. Why am I here?

You think I ordered Orkan to be killed. You don't trust me anymore, Hakim.

You ignore my advice because you're scared I'll betray you.

I'm scared of nothing. But I alone decide how we do business.

I know. I was wrong to plan the deal with Kovac.

I know that now.

That's why I need your help.

I think that this here, us two fighting, is exactly what Orkan's killer wants.

That we mistrust each other, that we don't talk to each other...

Instead of fighting the real enemy together.

Tomo Kovac.

He wasn't happy that we managed to fix the match.

He was pissed off.

He never really wanted to make a deal with us.

He played us off against each other the whole time.

Okay, guys.

Recent events point to only one thing: Tarik-Amir have betrayed us.

Drugs are not enough anymore.

Now they want to move us out of the betting business.

And he eliminated our biggest betting money spinner...

My connection to Orkan.

These little pricks killed Orkan and set the police on us.

Kovac has been playing both sides, playing us, this whole time.

No. He's been playing you.

Yeah.

Me.

We'll show them that little boys have no business sharing a table with men.

-Right? -Right.

Let's go! Let's do this!

Come here.

We'll destroy Tomo Kovac.

And we'll take his business.

This is what winners look like Sha-la-la-la-la!

This is what winners look like Sha-la-la-la-la!

This is what winners look like Sha-la-la-la-la!

Morning, Grimmer.

Morning.

Have you got access to EUCAP?

I want to check something about Erdem's Lamborghini.

-Want to get dinner together later? -I don't know.

If I've got time...

then sure, great.

You think that's why you're here?

Okay.

You've had your kiss. That's all you're getting.

You're not here because of your looks, you're here because you've got brains.

So why didn't you just say that?

Maybe I wasn't thinking just now, but you definitely weren't either.

Not in the slightest.

SUBWAY STATION SENEFELDERPLATZ

Hallo.

Red wine, please.

WHY WAS ORKAN ERDEM MURDERED?

Hey!

Hey Paula.

Drinking again?

Get the fuck out of here!

You fuck off too!

Let's get out of here.

Come on!

Are you all right?

Nothing to see here. Fuck off!

Leave me alone. Stop being silly.

-What are you doing? -Did you hear that?

Yes, I did. It was you farting. It stinks like an elephant's doo-doo.

-Ow! I'll get you back for that! -I'll get you back more!

Hey, stop arguing or I won't read to you.

-Come on. -But it's fun. And she started it.

You're doing the right calculation, but this is where you keep going wrong.

This is bullshit, man.

Take it easy. Take your time and go over it again.

I'll get some snacks.

And bring a 9mm so I can shoot myself.

Murad!

-Think he already listened to it? -Who?

Fuck you, you know who.

Murad, the entrance exam is in two hours.

Think you can concentrate for that long?

-You were a lot cooler before... -Before what?

-Before you tried to screw my sister. -Man, what's up with you?

You don't talk about your sister like that.

That's how you talk about bitches on the street,

whores who sell their pussies.

But never about our own women.

Listen to yourself. You just proved my point.

That's more like my Raif.

Are you crazy?

You're getting high with him just before his test?

Easy.

Murad knows what he's doing, okay?

Stop worrying so much. He needs to relax.

And I have to go to work now anyway.

Raif?

I'm...

I'm not just his sister, you know?

I'm also his father and mother.

I used to be more chill.

You should have seen me.

That's why I became a cop. To stop sick shit like this.

Who was it? Who was it?

Look. Go on. Look at her.

She has nothing to do with your war!

Everybody knows who it was. Everybody!

Only one family sends a hit squad.

Tarik-Amir. The hit squad from Kaiserwarte.

Motherfuckers!

No cops. We'll deal with it on our own.

Have you found out where Murad is?

I heard his sister took him on some kind of business trip.

Tell me when he comes back. I have to talk to him.

Okay, let me out here.

So?

-How are you? -How did the test go?

If I'd known how easy it was, I'd have gone with Hafti.

It is what it is, man.

Let's go get that deal.

So, Tarik-Amir sent his hit squad from Kaiserwarte

to attack Tomo Kovac's betting shop on Blisse Street.

The attack was during the day and three of Kovac's men were killed.

Tomo Kovac managed to escape, but an innocent little girl was killed.

Tarik-Amir obviously didn't give a shit about innocent people dying in the attack.

Wow.

What a Saturday night, huh?

Oh, screw it. Let's go dancing.

Good work today.

Seriously.

Sorry to get on your nerves about this, but without that money, I'm screwed.

Well and truly.

Sick lines, dude.

-Hey guys. You good? -Yeah, thanks.

-What's up, Hafti? -All good?

I listened to your stuff. Cool style, cool flow.

Really sick, man.

Thanks.

But my label only signs gangster rappers.

Have you tried Blumentopf or Fanta 4? Major, Four Music?

-I do gangster rap. -But you're not a gangster.

You do gangster rap, but no one likes a faker.

Know what I mean?

I'm street, Hafti. I'm not a faker. I'm from Kaiserwarte.

I'll prove to you I'm a gangster. I'll do anything you want.

If I gave you a gun, you'd shoot off your own feet, dude.

I don't want any accidents. Now let me do my work.

Put the beat on, man.

Come on, let's go.

Hey!

-Everything all right? -Everything's fine.

You can let him out.

Hey, come here.

-He's cute. Is he staying? -Let's see.

Hey, little one.

Paula?

-Grimmer? -Walther Laubach here.

We're very pleased.

You can come and pick up the suitcase now.

Sorry to get on your nerves about this, but without that money, I'm screwed.

Well and truly.

Hans, it's me.

You can collect the money. It's in a suitcase.

Get a pen and paper. I'll give you the address for the pickup.

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