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SATURDAY NIGHT

Your husband isn't here.

BERLIN MOURNS AYLIN

Mr. Seiler! Mr. Seiler!

SUNDAY

Berlin is hit by a murder spree.
What is the police doing about it?

I can tell you what the homicide squad
is doing this Sunday: its job!

Who's making coffee? Make it strong!
Everything okay, Wachtmeister?

Why did Petrovic get herself
transferred back to Marzahn?

-You'll have to ask her.
-I did. She said to ask you.

Where's that coffee?

Tuesday was Orkan Erdem, yesterday Aylin,
and before that a bookie.

Is there a connection between the murders?

The Red Card task force is working
around the clock to find that out.

Why can't the police find
Erdem's Lamborghini?

-There are 1.1 million cars in Berlin.
-Surely not gold Lamborghinis.

If you're so investigative,
why not go find it yourself?

Hey, Commissioner, we've got the car.

We're getting
at least 200 phone calls a day.

Everyone says they saw Orkan's Lambo.

They're all familiar
with his poser photos, of course.

The rims are white.

But last night we discovered
that our star footballer

had a new set of black rims
put on the car.

-Costing 20,000 euro.
-Which means?

Only those who really saw it...

WHERE ARE YOU?

...know that the rims are black.

-Anything to add?
-Hm?

Find that fucking car!

Stop laughing. I mean it.

It was moved from the scene
right after the murder.

So the killer or killers sat in it
and it's full of evidence.

-The Lambo will lead us to the killer.
-If it isn't in Poland already.

I think we've found it.

-That's not the one.
-You got us!

We're helping them find it faster
by reminding them what it looks like.

It's a very understated vehicle.

So don't find the wrong one.
My grandma's got one too.

Hilarious.

That's Berlin for you.
We're not good at airports or police.

But our humor... There we're first-rate.

That was a bust, but tune in next time,
when Ines and Leila solve more crimes.

Did your IT guy manage
to hack into Schmaus's laptop?

More than that.

He used the backup
to clone the computer.

It's all private stuff.
No trace of the blackmail files.

-But?
-We found a booking. A ticket to Chile.

-When do you leave?
-I'm already on the way.

Make sure nothing can be traced
to the Football Association.

Schmaus can't be allowed
to spread this material.

Got it.

We're a laughing stock!

By tonight I want a bone
that I can throw to the media!

The press are right.
We should be able to find it.

Check every underground garage,
every courtyard, every parking lot.

We're also looking for a Ford Econoline.
The Tarik-Amir hit squad drives one.

Every kid in Kaiserwarte
knows their leader: Faris el-Akkari.

We still can't prove the hit squad
is behind the attack,

so bring me a witness prepared to talk.

Sorry. Gotta go.

Lars. Carry on.

After the first inspection of the ammo
and projectiles from the attack...

What's more important this time?

A family matter. I'll be back.

Are you as intrigued as I am?

What's the difference
between racism and Asian people?

Racism has many different faces.

You're here on time.
That was step one.

Step two:
You apologize to everybody.

Step three: the money.
Plus one thousand on top.

That's called interest.

It's capitalist invention
that we go along with.

We're not communists, are we?

Does that look like someone
who has put his past behind him?

I apologize. To everybody.

I apologize because...

I haven't got the money.

Your brother knows the rules, right?
He knows what happens now!

If you thought we'd attack a pig,
you're mistaken.

Not here and now. We're not stupid.

We're heading out of the city
to play ball games with your brother.

Come here.

I'll come with you. Off-duty.

-Oh yeah?
-I broke the rules, I get it in the balls.

It's my punishment.

Come on.

Let's go.

Can you believe him?
Showing up here without our money...

-The English league is the best.
-What about Neymar?

Neymar's market value is 222 million.
What the fuck? Ridiculous!

He's the most overrated... you know.
He's useless in Paris.

Your German is overrated too.

How is the air up there, tall guy?

Exactly.

If you're looking for your fiancé,
he's powdering his nose.

Holy shit.

They dropped Bou'Penga's market value.
Ten million euro. Just now!

He's been a fucking idiot.
Another foul and Leipzig will sell him.

Fuck knows who messed with his head.

You think
all Raphael's got to offer is his talent?

He's obsessed
with being better than the competition.

Every day he trains,
he's obsessed with being the best.

Every damn day.

You couldn't find anyone better
to represent your brand.

Kurt Grimmer,

you betrayed your comrades.

-They're not my comrades.
-Shut your mouth, delinquent!

You betrayed your comrades 16 years ago.
And now you're a cop.

A fucking soldier for the German state!

And what do you do? Steal from us!

Kurt Grimmer, are you ready to receive
your deserved punishment?

Having fun?

That's it!

Ulf, it's your turn!

Go on!

Why the hold up?

Do it, you pussy.

You promised to bring the money.
You promised!

Why did you let me down?

Kick me.

Do it.

Kick me!

Kick him in the balls.

Maybe it's some kind of Fight Club?
Or an initiation ceremony?

Birkan for incident command.

Incident command, come in.

We've got a dozen alt-right and GBH.
We need back-up.

Excellent!

That one hurt.

Come on, defend yourself!

Defend yourself, you asshole!

What about the ball games?

Whoever is standing at the end gets it.

Hi, honey.

They've decided.
They don't want to do the shoe deal.

-Why?
-Idiot! How can you ask that?

You put a player in hospital!

The disciplinary committee's banned you...

A friend of mine is a psychologist.
He works with many of the best sportsmen.

He says he can help you
to channel your aggression.

You need to conquer your demons
so you can take on your responsibilities!

Sucked too many pig cocks?

Come on. Defend yourself, man.

Defend yourself. Do it!

In the face!

Seems like I raised
a real couple of pussies!

Are you trying to make fools of us?

This here, comrades...
I found this in the safe!

-Oh, really?
-What?

The money he owes us?

My son Kurt always was
a nasty little bastard.

But he always paid his debts.

- That was in the safe?
-You think it fell out of the sky?

Or that I'd use up my savings
for this treacherous swine?

No.

What kind of messed-up game
are you playing this time, huh?

When did you put the money in the safe?
And why didn't you say anything? Huh?

I just wanted to smash your face in again.

Go!

Go on!

Police!

Police!

Hey, it's okay.

Get off me, dude!

What was that?

The whole world is watching us,
and you're following me.

Got nothing better to do?

Yes, we have. And so have you.
But instead you're pulling shit like this.

Like I said: family business.

How many more lines will you cross?

Does no one else care about a dead girl?

SUBWAY STATION KAISERWARTE

AYLIN, WE WILL MISS YOU

What are you doing here?

There! That's where the killer lives.

Hakim Tarik-Amir.

-Don't talk to me about Hakim!
-Why not?

Because you don't go there, do you?

-Because you're cowards!
-Make a statement then.

-Did you see the attack?
-No, I didn't.

But everybody knows it. I know you.

You know it too.

Hakim murders a small girl,

and the police still don't dare
set foot in the no-go area.

Wrong.

Canberk!

What the hell are you doing here?

This is a no-go-area for police.

They know you're a cop.
They'll destroy you.

The situation is more tense than ever.
Kovac and Tarik-Amir are at war.

-Go home.
-Just like usual?

What are you doing here?

-Brokering peace and undermining the law?
-When the laws work, I'll follow them.

Until then we need peace
on the streets again.

Parallel society or not,
real people are dying.

They're expecting me,
so I'm going in.

And you go home.

I'll wait for you.

-What? Why?
-How long do you need?

Don't worry about me, okay?

CLINIC

Someone is on their way.

You're already up and about? Great.
My name is Merz.

You were found in the road.
You were very lucky.

-I fell.
-You had alcohol poisoning.

No. I hardly drank anything.

-Who are you anyway?
-I'm responsible for your release.

-I'm a social worker.
-Huh?

Let's think about
where you can spend the night tonight.

I'm in contact
with all the shelters in the city.

You think I'm homeless?

Me?

-Shut the fuck up!
-Please calm down.

Get your hands off me!

-You can go fuck yourself!
-Please calm down.

I don't need you, you social worker cunt!

Do you know her?

Mom, can we have breakfast now?

Cool.

Here. Want to have a go?

THAT WAS A LOVELY EVENING.

YEAH. SAME AGAIN TODAY?

Hey, man. Who is that?

Are you in love?

-Rockers don't fall in love.
-I know.

Rock and Roll. Bitches... out.

Yeah.

Right, brother. Exactly.

Rock and Roll. Bitches out.

IN AN HOUR?

Hi.

-Potato casserole? Seriously?
-Pinstripe suit? Seriously?

Join us. We're playing Ludo.

-That's for four players.
-Then we'll play something else.

-Listen, I've got a plan.
-Oh, yeah? As good as your last one?

The assholes laughed at me!
And so did Hafti.

Hafti is right.
You try to be a gangster, but you're not.

Because you have no need to be a gangster.

Hafti, Killa Digga and the rest act tough
because it's all they've got.

But you, kid,
have a thousand stories to tell.

You've got what it takes to shit
on that whole hard-man act, side-step it.

-What do you see?
-You mean that gay ass suit?

-It's made-to-measure.
-Okay.

Screw them all, okay?
We'll start our own label.

We can buy the tech we need secondhand.
All we need is 30, 35 grand max.

I did the math.

I'm going to Hakim.

You know what's important?

That he understands
that this is his fucking chance.

He can invest in my label
while shares are still at ALDI prices.

And when you're the next Haftbefehl,
everybody will be throwing money our way!

You really want to ask him?

I have something for him.

BAKERY AND CAKE SHOP

-Are you here because of me?
-No. Because of your fiancé.

Hakim of all people.

You turn up after 15 years
to give me a hard time?

-That guy used to disgust you back then.
-No. I only thought he did.

And then, after three years,
my boyfriend told me he was gay.

Me and the whole of Kaiserwarte.

I'm sorry, Kamila. I didn't know myself...

Don't worry. I'm doing fine now.

But don't you dare
ruin my life a second time..

I have to go.

-How can I get in touch with your boss?
-You can't.

Okay, fine. Tell him...

I want to make him an offer.

Hello and Merhaba.
You've reached Canberk.

Shit.

-Yeah?
-Where are you?

-What do you care?
-I didn't mean to piss you off earlier.

Aylin's death, Orkan's, Späti's.
I want to find the killers. Just like you.

You drive into the woods
with an alt-right gang, without back-up.

Without telling anyone.

I did it for my brother.
He would have been in trouble otherwise.

Sometimes you have to go too far
to protect your own.

Never crossed a line?

I'm just about to.

You mean me?

Do what you think is right.
You and Fucht should join forces.

-Hey, what's up?
-Hey.

Thanks for the chat.

What are you doing here?
Do you have a death wish?

You want some money
for your rap label, huh?

Why not grab yourself a plate
and some food first?

It's a win-win.
A good opportunity for us both.

A good opportunity?

I get those every day.
Everybody's got opportunities for me.

My blind great uncle Nasser,
the cleaning lady, the bum on the street.

And now my chauffeur too?

Hands off me.

The guys outside took his weapon off him.
He wants to talk to you.

-The Kanack cop.
-Where's Canberk?

Please take a seat.

Canberk came in here. Where is he?

My cousin was about to give me a present.

Raif!

-It's you.
-It looks just like you.

-How much money do you need?
-About four...

Thirty big ones.

You'll hear from me.
But in this family, money is earned.

I'd like to be alone with my guest now.

Wahid, Malik, you guys stay.

I only drink this
when the family's not looking.

It's 2,200 euro a bottle.

I didn't come here
to talk to you about wine.

-Where's Canberk?
-Canberk.

I have no idea who that is.

-Can you tell me why the cop is here?
-Which cop?

The cop you were with at the match.
The one you fed that Kovac story.

I haven't got a clue.

Should he ask you anything,
it always leads back to Croatia.

You have it in for me, don't you?
I piss you off.

You can be honest with me.

I'm drinking wine with you.

-There's truth in wine.
-I'm on duty.

Tea?

Let's get our guest some tea.
Send Kamila.

What is all this about?

Image? Career? Money?

How much do you earn serving the state?

After taxes, let's say
it's more or less what this wine costs.

But seriously...
What's the point of all this?

What for, my friend?

Aylin was six
and her parents' pride and joy.

She was a happy child.

She saved her pocket money
to buy a pony one day.

Now she's dead.

Small girls die in wars every day.

In Syria, Lebanon, Palestine.

Because rich, white bastards came
and divided up those countries.

I'm learning from the Germans. I am.

Sit with us for a while.

I'm on wine.
You drink tea with him.

Go on, talk to our guest.

Or did you already talk to him?

Just now. In the supermarket?

-Why didn't you tell me?
-It only just happened.

Why did you talk to him?

I talked to her.

I saw her come out of here

and asked her
about her connection to Tarik-Amir.

For three minutes?

I didn't want to talk to him.

I want to know where Canberk is.

-If you've done anything to him--
-Then what?

Raphael Bou'Penga
was in the hookah bar an hour ago.

He said he's got an offer for you.
He wants to pay you off.

-Bou'Penga? How much?
-He'll pay 500,000. In cash.

Really worried about him, weren't you?
That's it, give him a hug.

Be careful. I heard he also sucks cock.
You too?

Look at the two of them.
Wouldn't they make a lovely couple?

I don't think it's funny.

This is a no-go-area for the cops.
Everyone in Berlin knows that.

You talk to my fiancé? Come into my house?
Ruin my Sunday?

Insult my family with your presence?
And now you even ruin my wine?

If you break something,
you have to pay for it.

And sometimes
it's so expensive that it hurts...

Goodbye.

Why?

Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
I just came to get my charger.

Is it because of me?

Listen. That kiss...

It was a displacement thingy... activity.
You know what I mean.

You've got real talent, Petrovic.

I'm sorry.

-Honestly.
-Thanks.

I'll see you around.

Good luck.

I had to go to a youth club last night.
Disturbance of the peace.

The kids don't like talking to the cops,

but they wanted to share what they'd seen.

-What had they seen?
-Orkan's car on the night of the murder.

After the murder.

Everybody's seen a gold Lambo these days.

What color were the rims?

Black.

Where exactly?

The car drove along Märkische Allee
towards Marzahner Promenade.

So... here.

-Man, you named the task force.
-Yeah, I know.

You won't get a chance like this again.

It's about having self-respect.

You know?

-No motorbike today?
-No trouble with that welfare case today?

I've got protection now.

-Where to?
-West Berlin for now.

Got a cigarette?

I need a smoke.

Just after the wall came down,

when they took everything away
from me and my husband for a second time,

I worked in a shopping mall.

Someone jumped then too.
Right in front of us.

We all threw up.

The cleaners came at night,
the blood was cleaned up,

and the next morning
it was business as usual.

Open the doors. Sell. Sell.

The world won't notice your grand gesture.

No one gives a shit about your big show.

Bine, right?

I really used to like you in school.
When you were Kurt's girlfriend.

For a while, I was more
of a mother to you than your own.

At least I worried about you.

I heard you have kids?

Maybe that really is
all that nature has planned for us.

To pave the way for our kids
and then step aside...

But your kids aren't ready yet.

So...

get your shit together.

Get your pussy licked, get a job.

Whatever it takes
to get you away from this railing.

Or jump.

A few years
after you've stained that floor,

even your kids will barely remember you.

-Where's your mother?
-She's not here.

Tell her...

I didn't ask her
to put the money in the safe.

That's how you show your gratitude?

I'll pay her back.

Faster than she can say
"cultural identity".

Are you crazy or what?

Know why I wanted to beat you up today?

I meant to bring the money.
It didn't work out, okay?

No, that's not why. Not that!

-We used to play here, remember?
-Yeah.

They beat me up five times.
Five times! The big kids.

Here. The scar.

Hm. They beat me up too. So what?

When you were beaten up,
she was there 10 seconds later.

She'd buy a popsicle
and use it to cool the wounds.

I saw it. She cried.

She was so worried about her little Kurti.

Her prince.

And me?

I'm just Ulf.

If I died tomorrow,
she wouldn't give a fuck.

I always did everything she wanted.
Always!

Are you crazy, man?

I thought I loved you.

But I hate you so much.

I hate you
more than anyone else in the world.

This is where I always used to come.

With your husband?

He wasn't my husband back then.

And you listened to Pearl Jam?

You remind me of him.

Me? A German cop?

He wasn't a cop then.

He was a neo-Nazi.

You like bad boys.

He was way too smart for that shit.

And there was
something honest about him.

In any case, he left all that behind
and we started a new life.

-What about you?
-What about me?

You're way too smart for that shit too.

Maybe I'm not as smart as you think.

Or I took too long to work out
that you can work using your brains too.

It was almost too late by the time
I went into the security business.

All the good jobs
go to the clubs or the clans.

So I had to accept...

that you don't get far on your own.

And now?

Are you on your own now too?

I had an argument with my husband.

-Which means?
-I can't sleep with you.

Will you sleep with me
when you've made up?

You're weird, you know that?

Just stop talking, okay?

Mr. Schmaus. Germany, yes?

Yes! Müller, Neuer,
Erdem, Schweinsteiger...

I saw Kamila today.

-You're keeping busy today.
-She's engaged to Hakim now.

I really hurt her back then.

And now you think
that's why she's with that asshole?

Erol, not everything is about you.

Spend the next couple of nights
in a hotel,

and then we'll find a place for you
until all of this has calmed down.

-What do you mean?
-Hakim.

He now knows you're important to me.
He'll want revenge, I know him.

Do you think I'd have been able to help
the young people here all these years

if I'd backed down
every time there was macho talk?

If I run away now, my work here is over.

Believe me.
I've been doing this for over 25 years.

One day Hakim will be gone,

and the next tough guy
will call himself the king of Kaiserwarte.

And I'll still be here.

If you were younger, you'd be my type.

-I'll call you.
-Okay.

-Why are you hiding here?
-How did you find me?

I ask the questions.

Who are you working with?

You're not working alone, are you?

I know you're not
doing the blackmailing yourself.

I won't talk to you.

Who did you sell the videos to?

Who paid you to film footballers
having sex with whores?

Who are you working for?
What do you even want?

What do I want?
To know whether you're a problem.

Oh, give it to me!
Others have to pay, I get it for free.

Others pay for it, yes.
But they have a safe word.

Who are you working for?

The German Football Association.

Vice President Laubach.

Surprised?

No shit. We've got the same boss?

Thought this was an easy chess game
where you are moving the pieces?

No, no. You're just a pawn.
A miserable little pawn.

-Still, we have to...
-I don't have to do anything!

I've collected so much dirt,

I could send
the whole Football Association to jail.

-Seven-two-three-five.
-What?

Seven-two-three-five.

It's the code for my safe.

Take the 30,000 dollars.
As a fee for your services.

I promise no one will find out about it.

And then go back to Laubach

and tell him I've retired.

And that I need
substantial financial support.

Or all the compromising material
will end up on Wikileaks.

And the Association is over!

Hey. Nice car.

I got your offer. But I don't accept it.

Fine, then don't.
I'm not going higher than 500,000 euro.

I don't want money, dude!

But I'm not fouling anybody anymore
or missing penalties.

Send the photos
of the whore to the papers.

And then what?
You've got nothing else on me.

I don't know you. Now get out!

How can you contradict yourself like that?
You just said it.

You missed a penalty,
you fouled someone deliberately.

You're part of the family now.

-He's part of the family, right?
-Yeah.

We're all very grateful.
A lot of people earned a lot of money.

I said get out! I'll call the police.

There are betting slips that prove
people knew you'd be sent off.

What if the press
got hold of the betting slips?

What if the Football Association knew?

I know what.

You'd never play football
again in your life.

And a football star like you,
without a ball, what is that?

-Just a negro.
-Yeah, he's right.

Listen, you really are family.
I'm your big brother.

I'll take care of you.

I make decisions for you now.
About your career.

I'm in charge
of every goal you score or miss.

And of everything else you do.

I decide when you get to jerk off.

I decide when you breathe, if you breathe.

I am the master of your life,
and certainly of your death.

-Did you have a nice day?
-And you?

I needed the day for myself.

It's really tasty, Mom.

We wanted to talk.

Not today.

I need some more time.

Everybody's seen a gold Lambo these days.
The color of the rims?

The car drove along Märkische Allee
towards Marzahner Promenade.

Go inside. Shut your windows.

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