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It's been six days since the murder
of international footballer Orkan Erdem,

and the police has yet to find a lead.

The state prosecutors
have released Orkan Erdem's body.

A traditional Islamic burial
will be held today.

MONDAY

The whole city
is talking about nothing else.

I know you can't tell me anything, but...

"NATIONAL"

Is there progress?

To be honest, it's dispiriting...

I expected more from my colleagues.

We haven't even got the car.

Okay, not your colleagues then.

You. Are you making progress?

Good morning.

-You came to my home?
-Oh, so you live here?

-What do you want?
-You called me recently, didn't you?

-I know you have something to tell me.
-Then you know more than I do.

What about the raid in Marzahn yesterday?

-What do you mean?
-The raid yesterday, you were there.

Grimmer, too. And Fucht.
Members of the alt-right were arrested.

How do you know?

Mr. Birkan, can you confirm
that the investigation into Erdem's death

is leading to a radical alt-right scene?

-It's too early to say.
-Is there a new neo-Nazi terrorist cell?

-What about German right-wing terrorism?
-Switch it off.

Listen, the way it is right now,
Berlin isn't alt-right central.

Spread half-baked theories like that,
and things could get out of control.

-And that means?
-It means the city will go up in flames.

It means people will die.

Mr. Birkan, how long
do you want to keep people in the dark

about the motives
behind the Erdem murder?

What do you say to the Berliners,

especially the 200,000
with a Turkish background?

-Does everybody know where I live now?
-No, Hakim doesn't.

Is there anywhere we can talk?

Hello, Paula.

I'm going to jail.

In two hours.

I... I've completely fucked up...

I've done a lot of thinking
in the last few days.

Okay.

-I'll serve my sentence.
-I'm sure that's wisest.

First I wanted to apologize to you.

You tried to help me...

and I fucked it up.

-That's right.
-Yes.

What?

-Come here, big guy!
-Zeki, come on!

Paula!

Don't think
I'm going to take back my charge.

-I'm sorry!
-For what?

Because you stole from me?
Because you knocked me half unconscious?

Or because you pissed all over me?

No!

MESSAGES

HOPE YOU'RE FINE

HAVE YOU GOT TIME TODAY?
I NEED YOU.

-That was fucked up yesterday.
-Yeah.

See what a sick guy your fiancé is?

Oh, Erol, if you knew...

That he's got good sides too?

Hitler was kind to his dog.

There are laws... Not the German ones.
The eternal ones.

You came into his house.
He had no other choice.

Is that what you wanted to talk about?

No.

I wanted to thank you.

For being on my side yesterday.

-And for not telling Hakim that--
-We were a couple?

Don't worry.

Hakim has forgotten that I'm from here.

Hakim doesn't know anything
about my past.

He doesn't want to know.

And if he does know,
he doesn't say anything.

But the thing with you...

With us...

Everybody found out back then.

Kamila, we were kids.

You don't seem to know
who you're talking to.

You don't even seem to know
who you're marrying.

Your husband
is a violent, dangerous criminal.

He destroys people.

You want to marry someone like that?

Yes.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Kamila, I know you.

You're involved in something
you can't control anymore, but...

-I can help you.
-Oh yeah? How?

You could just give us a statement.
Tell us everything you know...

No.

You may have forgotten
where you come from, Erol.

But I haven't.

And you're wrong.

You don't know me.

I'm not the same naive young girl
you made a fool of for two years.

I've got my life under control.

You'd be surprised.

Then make sure
you keep out of the firing line

when I come to arrest your husband.

You be careful.

Hakim won't just let you go
like that next time.

I've got to go. Orkan Erdem's funeral.

How about finding his killer soon?

WE MISS YOU

Find out who is talking to whom,
who is standing together and who isn't.

The family's inner circle
is about to exit the mosque,

accompanied by uniformed officers.

We're expecting
around one thousand uninvited guests.

Everyone who's anyone
will probably show up today.

I want every single one
to be photographed.

Look out for Orkan's best friend,
Qays Jandoubi.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he also showed up.

We'll stay in the background
and won't disturb proceedings.

Any questions? All right.

There you are. It's about to start.

Anything new on the Lamborghini?

Didn't Petrovic receive a tip?

About the tunnel next to
the roadworks in Marzahn?

She told you about that?

It was a dead end.

We're reporting live from the funeral
of footballer Orkan Erdem.

Hundreds of people
have already gathered here.

Many of his team mates and
a number of celebrities are in attendance,

alongside some big names
from the underworld.

They're all here
to say a final farewell to Orkan.

Orkan was an international star
and also a local hero,

a celebrated...

Hey. You can't park here.

We're the Muslim security.
For Orkan Erdem's family.

Make yourself useful
and look after our bikes.

It's 0-2 again for 1707.

We have potential violent offenders
at the main entrance, north side.

The riot police command just called

to inform us
about potential violent offenders.

The officer didn't stop them coming in,
to avoid a disturbance.

A power game,
the Death Daggers flexing their muscles.

-Let's keep an eye on them.
-All right.

MOURNING FOR ORKAN ERDEM
LIVE BROADCAST

-Isn't Kamila here?
-What do you care?

The Kovacs are happy to see us
being watched by the police.

Fucking Lebanese think they're the best
and are playing the tough guys.

Those motherfuckers.
If the cops weren't here...

Their time to feel pain will come.

Wow.

Sorry, I had to fix my dress.

What's up?

Guests from all over the world
have gathered

for the funeral of the German--

"German." Sure.

Members of the national team...

Only Turks and Kanacks
in the national team.

It's not called "the national team" now.
Just "the team".

It's a disgrace.

The German national star,
whose career started in Kaiserwarte,

was found dead...

Can I have the keys?

You forgot them again?

The Berlin police's investigations...

Stay here, kid. Come here.

Look what's become
of your forefathers' land.

This is supposed to be Germany?

They represent us internationally, huh?

It'll be like that everywhere soon.

A huge throng of people
are offering condolences.

The wake is sure
to go on into the small hours.

Your boy.

He's too soft.

Too soft to survive the final reckoning.

My condolences.

My condolences.

MESSAGE FROM PAULA GRIMMER

Thank you.

Thanks.

And?
Don't you have any of your own to bury?

Not now, okay?
This is a place of peace.

If you want peace, you just have to say...

And offer us a slice of the pie,
of course.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Let me tell you something, Hakim,
that no one else will.

You're psychotic, totally out of control.

Not even your people want peace with you.
It's not worth it.

And what you did to the bouncer...
Word on the street is out.

Good. I want word to be out.

You don't fuck with Tarik-Amir.

You know...

No matter
what kind of expensive suit you wear,

you'll always be a primitive, dumb,
Lebanese Kanack from Kaiserwarte.

You Yugoslavian fag.
Do you feel safe here?

I'll fuck you up
in front of everyone here.

The world is watching
and they don't care.

Hakim thinks he's untouchable.

We'll crush you. Your whole family.
Men, women and children!

We'll go to fucking Yugoslavia
and crush your ancestors!

Stop it, the cops are here.

They can kiss my ass!
Let go of me!

-Suck my dick.
-I'll fuck your mother.

-What is it?
-Not here.

Show some respect.

-All the Kovacs?
-Did you get photos of all the Kovacs?

-Each and every one of them.
-Okay.

Get Murad to look
at the photos right away.

Maybe we can arrest Späti's killer
before the party here is over.

Fine, I'll go.

Please move, please!

Keep going! Move aside!

Police! Go inside and close the door!

I... didn't notice anything.

It's Hakim's photo, I'm sure of it.

He's furious because I went
into his no-go area.

The flowers I got from you...
In the photo.

They're still fresh.

-I was still in intensive care then.
-So the photo is three days old.

I thought I'd find you
with a knife in your neck.

It's all right. Nobody is here.

But they were here. Next to your bed.

-They could have easily--
-Then I'd be in the morgue right now.

They want to scare us.

I want to get out of here.
I want to get back in the game.

Fuck the wheelchair,
I can still use my head.

I'll talk to the doctors.

Birkan?

What?

I'm on my way.

Is everything okay?

I... I've got to go.

What's going on? Erol!

Canberk Karaca.

Hemorrhage.

Followed by hypovolemia.

He bled to death.

-He was still alive when they hung him up?
-Yes.

What are those marks on his fingers?

From pliers, I'd say.

Torture?

You can take him down.

No! No! No!

PAROLE OFFICER

Mrs. Grimmer?

Yes.

Good news.

Nike Strack reported
to Moabit detention center as scheduled.

-Are you still there?
-Yes.

I'm actually calling for another reason.

I'm responsible for a young lady.
She's very nice, with good prospects.

I'm sure she'll turn things around
if she has someone to take her...

No!

I'm done with the program.

PART-TIME SALES ASSISTANT WANTED

I took it.

You can't do that. It's evidence.

Evidence of what?

I promise, if we need it,
I'll ask for it back.

Come on, just take it.

But seeing as this is a personal issue...

Any suspicions?

Canberk was on a peace mission.
I guess someone didn't want peace.

Tarik-Amir?

All that work...

All those years... It's all over.

Why are you here?

You went to get Murad
and never came back.

-They said you're here.
-You could have called.

Listen.

If there's a connection
between this and Orkan, or Späti's murder,

we can use Red Card
to investigate this too.

The smallest link,
and we can get the bastards ourselves.

I'll take care of Murad for you, okay?

He's at my sister's.
I'll send you the address.

What if there is no connection?

Then you make one up.

Zeki, come on.

Can I help you?

Still looking?

Yes.

Wait, I'll open up.

Do you have experience working in retail?

Yeah, but it was a long time ago.

Yeah?

Why is that?

I'm bringing up two kids. Alone. And...

I didn't have child care until recently.

I need work, it's pretty urgent.
Otherwise I can't pay my rent.

I let a friend borrow some cash
and I could do with it now.

Have you got a resume?

Not with me.
I saw the sign as I was walking past.

But I can get everything you need.

To be honest,
my grades at school weren't that good.

But I can work hard
and I'm a fast learner.

I'll bring the documents,
I'd even go back to Marzahn to get them

if you tell me I've got a real chance.

-Okay, forget the paperwork for now.
-Okay.

What would you never say
during a job interview?

What?

A secret.

It could be something
a little embarrassing or...

Oh, okay.

I've got something.

I'd definitely never say it
and it's embarrassing too.

And?

I work
for a phone sex hotline from home.

Flexible hours...

That wasn't so smart of me, was it?

You must have a lot of stories to tell.

Which you'll have to do
when you start work here.

My name's Paula.

You can call me by my first name.

Okay, Paula.

Sabine. Sabine Ludar.

Your name sounds familiar.

Um... Never mind.

It would be great
if you could start tomorrow.

-Would that work?
-Of course.

Great. I'm looking forward to it.

The funeral of the German national player
Orkan Erdem is still in progress

because of the never-ending procession
of people

who want to express
their condolences to the family.

-Who is it?
-I'm at the peephole.

-Where's Dilara?
-Paris.

-And your sister?
-See her anywhere?

Sit down.

These are practically live
from the funeral.

Exactly.

See anyone at Späti's
the night of the murder?

Him?

He was there?

Right?

And...

What about him?

Yeah?

-Who was it?
-The Nazis.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, it was in the newspaper.

Baba, everybody says the same thing,
that the Nazis killed Orkan.

Those are just rumors.

No, it's not just rumors.
It was even on the radio.

Son, the police would tell us
if they knew.

-The police aren't telling us shit!
-Please, son.

You're standing
next to your brother's grave.

My condolences.

My condolences.

He was our hero too.

There was a raid yesterday.
Germany is turning a blind eye.

-We need to get a lawyer--
-Please, not now.

Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop,
but did something happen?

It's a family matter.

Okay, we don't know each other. I'm Ugur.

You're right not to trust the cops.

We Turks have to stick together.

The cops treat us like dirt.

All of them.

As if my brother was a criminal
and not the victim.

You want to take matters
into your own hands?

Who, me?

Against a horde of Nazis in Marzahn?

Look around. You've got a whole army.

So if you want to do something about it,
my club and I are behind you.

-What kind of club?
-Death Daggers.

Think about it. Come on.

Mom?

-And? How was school?
-Like always.

-Have you got homework?
-Nah.

Come on. I'll help you.

Hey. Are you hungry?

You still owe us a trip to McDonald's.

Yeah. But you know what?
Mom's gonna cook something tasty today.

-Are you with me?
-Yeah, absolutely.

-All of you?
-Yeah, we'll avenge Orkan.

Stay put.

Does your offer still hold?

Sure, we'd have come
even if they hadn't killed your brother.

We're about 50 strong.

-How old are you, kid?
-Fifteen. And you?

What's the plan?
We go in cars and you on your bikes?

I don't want to spend the night
chasing Nazis across the city.

-We need them all in one place.
-And how do we do that?

We tell them that we're coming.

Eva.

What are you doing here?

BROTHERHOOD MARZAHN

My son has paid for his mistake.
Wouldn't you agree?

-Which son?
-I only have one these days.

Ulf made a lot of promises,
broke a lot of rules...

So? We got the money back, didn't we?

Yes.

We got it back.

But all that adrenaline and excitement,
it can confuse things.

I've been thinking.

That money never came from Kurt.

Don't think too much, Johann.
It's better for everyone.

I know, Eva, you think you're untouchable

because you and your husband
set up all this.

Most of the comrades respect you,

but if there's one thing
re-unification should have taught you,

it's how fast people forget
the heroes of yesterday.

Johann!
The Kanacks have beaten Eckard up.

They're after war because of Orkan Erdem.

What's the dead Turk got to do with us?

Beats me.

Meeting on the big lot behind the station.

-How many Kanacks are coming?
-There were ten fighting me.

But if they have the balls to come here...

Okay.
We'll post look-outs at the stations.

Wulle, let the Brotherhood know.
I want at least 100 men.

Everybody, this is our lucky day!

The death of their hero
has fucked with their brains.

The Turks are acting stupid.
Good news for us!

If the Turks want to teach us a lesson,
they shouldn't do it on our territory.

Hell no.

We'll tear off their balls and send them
back home without their dicks.

All the way back to Istanbul!

Gutsy Munich is on the attack, beautiful
set up from Arjen Robben.

Bayern has really stepped up the pace here

and is ramping up the pressure
on their opponents' goal.

That's a wonderful goal
from Lewandowski...

TAKE THIS CALL.
IMPORTANT. A FRIEND.

It's one-nil for FC Bayern Munich
in the 53rd minute.

-Yeah?
-Listen closely.

Arrest warrants are being issued for you
and three of your men.

What the fuck?

Get out of there,
but don't warn the others, okay?

Go out the back,
the front is being observed.

-Wait. What is this about?
-Späti's murder.

Nope. That wasn't us.

They're about to arrest you.
Sacrifice the others, okay?

-Get out, man!
-What? No!

Go away and let me take a shit!

3:1 to FC Bayern,
and the whole thing taking place

from the offside position
with Müller passing.

Lewandowski was...

Police! Police!

Police! Get down! Hands behind your back!

Where is Tomo Kovac?

So, you don't want to talk.

Tough guy, huh?

Your reward is getting fucked
by a big-dicked silverback.

-Got any idea how much shitting will hurt?
-No. Do you?

Good one.

-So you don't want to talk?
-I don't have to. It's a basic right.

Someone saw you guys. At the crime scene.

At Späti's.

Kiss my ass, you dick.

-Coffee?
-I told you to kiss my ass.

And called you a dick.

You're a real sly dog, huh?

-Hey!
-Fuck you!

So, once more, about Späti...

I don't know any Späti.

Come on, everyone knows
Betting Shop Bo$$ belongs to you guys.

Maybe everybody else. Not me, though.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

You're an expert, right?
Ever heard of the prisoner's dilemma?

Ever heard of game theory?

Ever heard of the prisoner's dilemma?

It's a concept from game theory.

Two criminals are arrested.

They've got two choices.

Either they confess or they stay silent.

If they both stay silent,
they both get two years.

That's not too bad.
They can easily serve one or two years.

If they serve any at all,
seeing how there's no... proof.

If both confess it starts looking grim.
It's an open and shut case.

There'll be leniency
if you confess, but still...

You're still looking at ten years.

That's why no one talks to you cops.

Just wait. And listen carefully.

If only one confesses...

He becomes the chief witness.

He doesn't even get a year,
the lucky devil.

The one who doesn't talk
goes down for life.

Holy shit.

Still. It's best if no one talks.

Yes, definitely.

If everybody sticks to that.

For the group, it's best to stay silent.

But looking at it
as an individual, I mean...

You're sitting here by yourself.

If the others talk,

your statement reduces your sentence
from lifelong to ten years.

But if the others stay silent,

your statement reduces your sentence
from two years to one.

Whatever happens,
regardless of what the others do,

if you talk, you improve your situation.

But if you stay silent

and someone else talks...

then you go from two years to twenty.

Twenty years.

Have you asked yourself
why Tomo isn't here?

Because he was taking a shit.

At exactly the right time.

That's strange, isn't it?

The fuckers wanted our shop.

Said we'd earn more
with Tarik-Amir than with Tomo.

He wanted your people to change sides?

The shop owners. The front men.

He said he had Orkan Erdem.

-What did he mean by that?
-That the golden boy would throw games.

And the other shops? What about them?

Tarik-Amir wants everything.
Tomo's whole operation.

And how is that supposed to happen?

Cash, man. Lots and lots of cash.

They're all talking.

We've got illegal gambling
and match fixing.

Not bad, but it's not murder.

-But enough for an arrest warrant, right?
-Sure.

-And Späti?
-They're not confessing.

Yes?

I've got to see Bandlow. Got anything?

The Turk's doing well.
We're ending a gang war.

That's not your concern anymore.
Got anything on Erdem's murder?

-We're doing our best.
-Don't you watch the news?

The whole city is a ticking time bomb.
Make sure no one sets it off.

I could've taken a taxi.

Mind if I smoke?

What's wrong?

There's been another murder.

Who?

Canberk.

Shit.

Today's the day.

What?

We're making a man of you today.

We're going to battle.

And you're coming too.

We're really going to show
those Turks who's boss.

But... I've got stuff to learn.

Exactly. You've got to learn, right?

We can't get anything done.

All we hear is
"Red Card this" and "Red Card that".

It takes ages
to get our shit back from the lab.

Sorry about that.

And we're down two people

since Erol was transferred
and you fell through that floor.

I'll be more careful
where I step in the future.

What's your status on Tarik-Amir?

Great, actually.

We've located the new warehouse.
Full of goods.

And I'm not talking carpets.

But the state prosecutor
is making us jump through hoops.

-Maybe I can help.
-How?

There's evidence of a link
between Orkan Erdem, the Kovac clan,

match fixing, the Späti murder
and the whole Tarik-Amir thing--

How?
Do we have anything concrete?

We could merge the two investigations.

No, we won't let anyone
take Tarik-Amir from us.

Nobody wants to.
I'm talking about you guys.

About you bringing
your case to Red Card.

Us with the top dogs?

Not a bad idea.

You'd finally be a priority
for the department again.

I'll talk to Seiler.

-You noticed it too, right?
-What?

How Aykut was trying to hear me out?
To keep control of the Tarik-Amir case?

What are you doing here?

Erol called. We can go back home.

Really? That's great.

-I can give you a ride.
-Okay. I'll quickly pack my stuff.

Did Erol say anything?
Did they arrest anyone?

No... No idea.

Okay.

She'll never forgive me, man.

We'll come up with something, okay?

Somebody disguised
his voice or something.

Hakim wants the Turkish cop.

-Erol?
-Exactly. Erol.

-What do they want from him?
-To smash his face in so he backs off.

How do they know where we are?

I told them.

-Are you crazy?
-Man, this is about 40 grand.

For our label.

We need 40 grand. Already forgotten?

This will get us the first ten.

You sold our address?
So someone can beat up Erol?

Not just anyone, man.

He's my cousin.
It stays in the family, okay?

I thought you weren't into
all that Tarik-Amir shit.

I'm not.

But it's just a fucking cop.
What's your problem?

What if Hakim
doesn't just want to beat him up?

What are you waiting for?

-Hey, Lado.
-Ivo.

Hey, what's going on? Why are we here?

What was that?

Come in.

Stay there.

Lado, close the door.

Put the suitcase down.
Hands where I can see them.

So?

I want to propose a deal.

-Since when do we do business with them?
-Lay off him!

Go on.

The cops locked up your leaders.
You're screwed.

Look around. There's plenty of us left.

So go ahead. What do you want?

I want to buy this joint.

The deal with the front men
stays the same.

I don't want the shop.
Just the business behind it.

-Hey! Stop!
-Whoa! Calm down.

Nice and slowly, okay?

And this...

This is only the deposit.

I'm buying this joint. And all the others.

Lock, stock and barrel.

All of it.

This is 96.1,
right at the heart of Berlin.

We've just heard that the Imam

is asking the Muslim community
to stay calm and collected.

We'll inform you as soon as there's news.

But it's not looking that way right now.

The tension can be felt
everywhere in the city.

The police have increased patrols
and sent out de-escalation teams.

But the situation
is generally under control.

Comrades!

The Muslims have done everything they can

to dominate us in our own city,
the German capital!

They invaded like vermin
and breed like rabbits.

Soon we'll be a people with no country,

because the Kanacks
will have taken everything.

200,000 Turks in Berlin!

A disgrace for our nation!

Yes!

But enough is enough.

-We're going to defend ourselves!
-Yes!

The contaminated national team
lost their match.

But tonight is
the real national game against Turkey!

Yes!

Before the leftist national traitors
started mocking it,

there was honor
in fighting for the fatherland.

It's still like that all over the world.

And tonight we Germans will show

that we're not going to give in
to the Kanacks without a fight!

Sieg!

-Heil!
-Sieg!

-Heil!
-Sieg!

Heil!

Let's go!

The government is asking
the Red Card task force for information.

They're ramping up their investigation
into Orkan Erdem's murder.

-Sleep tight.
-Night, Mom.

MESSAGES

Take a close look
at these photos, Mr. Meiser.

Can you identify anybody?

Southern Europeans
all look the same to me.

Just take your time.

Exactly what we wanted.
Have fun, big guy.

Comrades!

For our people and for the fatherland!

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