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Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity,

and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions,

and my sin is ever before me.

Against you, you only, have I sinned,

and done what is evil in your sight,

so that you may be justified in your words

and blameless in yourjudgement.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation,

and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Then will I teach transgressors your ways,

and sinners will return to you.

Amen.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Here she comes.

Start the car.

Yes? Hello?

Hang up, fucker! Put your hands up!

Where's the bag?

Where's the fucking bag?

Where's the bag?

Shut up! Where's the bag?

Speak fucking German.

Where's the shit?

The bag that cunt just brought you.

Calibra? Where Calibra?

Boot

Shut it, son of a bitch. Don't move.

Shut it!

I'll kill you, you bastard. Shut it!

Shut it!

Nothing here.

Let's go, man!

Come on!

Nikolay!

Come here!

Fucking hell!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Calm down.

Leave me alone, don't touch me!

- Leave her.
- Wait!

You'll be fine. Listen to me.

Shut your fucking mouth!

- Where's the bag?
- Fuck the bag!

Where's the bag?

Where's the bag?

Nikolay!

- What the fuck happened?
- Drive!

Rafa?

Ra“ Raf!

- Easy,easy".
- Fuck, man.

Oh fuck!

- Rafa?
- Fuck, man.

Easy,easy“.

Rafa...

I'm sorry man, I'm sorry.

Come on, we have to go.

- Go, the cops are coming.
- Sorry.

I'll handle it. Get the fuck out of here.

Fuck off!

Go!

You're gonna be fine.

Police! Hands up!

- Let's sit down.
- On the ground!

Come on, let's sit down.

Hands up!

ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME

Hey, Dad.

What about Rafael?

- Where is he?
- He didn't come up with me.

- Tell him to come up.
- Not downstairs, Dad.

He stayed in Malta.

What's he doing in Malta?

I told you. We run a business down there.

What? Since when do you have a business?

Since we last saw each other, Dad:
Five years.

He told me to say hello
and that he's thinking of you,

but he has to take care of the company.

Listen, Dad. I've got an idea, okay?

I want out.
I want to do my own thing, okay?

I want to open a bar in Cabrera.

Fuck.

Why don't you come with me?

I've already been on holiday.

When did you last go on holiday?
In 1982, when we went to Milan with Mum?

I'm not talking about a holiday,

I'm talking about
you moving there with me.

Dad?

What's keeping you here?

In fucking Frankfurt, in this shithole?

But where's Rafael?

Where is he?

Still down south, Dad.

I haven't seen him for ages.

It's great to see you again, Dad.

Here's to you.

Fuck.

- Dad...
- It's fine, leave it.

- All good?
- Sure.

Dude...

- Is it all right?
- Perfect.

- What about the money?
- I gave it to you.

- Half of it.
- Chill. You'll get the rest tomorrow.

You always say that.

Go, man. I gotta work. Go, you stink.

Yeah, I was at your mum's.

- Thanks. See you.
- Tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.
- Tomorrow!

- Yeah?
- Rafael, come down, we need to talk.

Okay, I'm coming.

We're €4OO short from last week's till.

Look.

There's a rip in the envelope.

Someone carefully prised it open.
And then taped it up.

I recounted, we're definitely 400 short.

How's that possible?
Only you have a key to the safe.

I've left it lying around,
someone could've made a copy.

Me?

I don't know...

I did two years in the clink, Erik,
you know that.

And right now I'm on probation
because of that fucking drunk.

You think I'd risk
getting sent back in for €400?

Seriously?

I'm looking forward to your apology,
I'm going back to work.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Why's your lunch box out, Lilly?

I packed it for school.

I don't eat Nutella sandwiches anymore.

Daddy makes buns with this spready stuff
with tomatoes and stuff in it.

Right, from now on,
you'll get buns with "spready stuff."

When's Daddy coming home?

I already told you, Daddy broke the rules,

so he's not allowed to come.

Didn't he want to brush his teeth?

That's right. He wouldn't tidy up either.

What if I helped him to tidy up?

Listen, Lilly.

Daddy's not here because
he'd rather be with another woman, okay?

So, things are gonna change.

Like we have to move out,
because we can't pay the rent.

Are you done eating?

Your tablets...

I always take them before breakfast.

Coat and shoes on, Lilly.
We have to get going.

Mind your language.

Hey, Ricky!

- Habibi.
- Mate.

Was it today? I thought tomorrow.

How's it going?

Let's have a drink, bro.

To you, Ricky.

To you, mate.

Cool place.

Yeah, right.

Come on, man.
You've done a great job here.

I want a place like this, too.

- You remember Altan?
- Altan? Psycho Altan?

We did time together
and had a bit of a talk, you know?

Now he's out and has a bar. In Cabrera.

- Seriously?
- He asked if I want to get involved.

I think I want to do it.

There's nothing for me here.

- My dad's fucked.
- Fuck.

I don't know how long he has left
and I'd like to take him with me.

But I need cash.

You know?

I need 10... 15,000.

Brother, wallah. I swear.

If my balls were worth that much,
I'd give them to you.

This place has fucked me.

These damn ragheads come in
and share a shisha between three,

a diet coke between four.

As if I'm here just so they can get warm.

I have to work myself. Every day.

I can't afford to pay anyone. Wallah.

But, Ricky...

I'm in on this thing with some Albanians.

One of them's
the nephew of that Grosdonis...

Grasdani? Those guys are hardcore.

I'm not taking risks any more, man.

I have three kids, I told them.

What is it?

They haven't said yet.

- I don't know, man...
- Ricky, I owe you.

I'm meeting him later at the boxing club.
Come along.

See what they say.
It's not like we're signing a contract.

Nice to see you.

Let me introduce our new arrival.
Mr Cihan-Boje Weckler.

Hello.

Cihan, is that Turkish?

- Yes, my mother's Turkish.
- I hope I pronounced it okay.

Yes, just about.
Just call me Jimbo like everyone else.

Right. We can just about manage Jimbo.

Right... today's patrol teams.

I always wanted to be a policeman.

But I was scared to tell my dad.

When I was 14,
we saw an undercover cop arrest a dealer.

Back in Griesheim.

He said: "Criminals like him
are the reason we have to be good people,

so we go to heaven
and don't meet in hell."

I said: "if you want me to go to heaven,
let me be a policeman."

He completely lost it.

My dad was chair of the Church council

and he wanted me
to do the same shit as him.

But I knew I didn't want that.
I wanted a challenge, you know?

How about you?

I always wanted a job
where I don't have to talk much.

Kranach 12-22, come in.

Fire away.

Be quiet!

Silence!

- You speak Arabic?
- Yes.

- Shut it!
- Hey!

I caught my son
stealing money to buy hashish.

Fuck you!

- Yo, Eddie Murphy!
- How's it going?

- Branko, habibi!
- Latif! How's it going, brother?

You good?

This is Ricky.

- You know the old paper factory?
- Sure.

You and your partner,

park right here around 10:00 p.m.,
not by the door.

Me and my brother will come
at around half past with the two Kurds.

We'll drive straight in,
so no one will see you.

When you see us drive in,
you get out of your car,

go through this entrance, come over to us,

take the bag off us, and leave.

20 minutes later, when it's all safe,

I'll call you.

We rob you?

- No, it's a handover.
- It's a robbery.

- What's in the bag?
-2.5 kilos of smack.

Which I'm supposed to pick up and deliver.

But which you're gonna keep.

Your friend's a clever chap.

What's in it for us?

50 grand. 25 each.

Okay.

Branko?

How about some cash up front?

50 grand in your hand when it's done.

-25, 25.
-25, 25.

What was that about no risks?

Wallah, brother. Where's the risk?

Where's the risk?

- Is there a problem?
- No,no.

Ricky, brother...

I beg you, let's do this. Brother...

It's Mickey Mouse shit compared to before.
Go in, get the bag, leave.

Then we'll smoke shisha with some girls.
Like the good old days.

€25,000...

You have plans, right?

Are we cool?

So when's it gonna happen?

Everything okay?

Sorry, I messed up.

It won't happen again, okay?

How come you speak Arabic?

My stepfather was Moroccan.

Dunken

Sorry for the wait.

Mrs Dunker, hello.

- How is she?
- Fine. Her condition is stable again.

She just collapsed in the classroom.

What I wanted to talk to you about,
is that we looked at Lilly's blood values

and they have drastically fallen.

Her tablets can no longer
keep the infection under control.

Meaning?

Lilly's heart will function independently
for about a year,

and we should look into
taking the next steps.

And...

what are the next steps exactly?

We would place you on a list now,

as the waiting time for a donor heart
is around one year.

And what if, after that year...

there's no heart?

Then we would temporarily look
at an artificial heart.

But that won't make things
easier for Lilly.

She would be admitted to hospital
for the entire treatment period.

Shanti!

- You good?
- Yeah.

How's it going? Put some clothes on.

A beer.

Are you out of your mind,
you fucking retard?

Can someone kick him out?

Go, go!

Who do you think you are?

Did you see what he did!

Get out of here.

Listen to me, please. Stop walking.

- Elena, stop.
- Fuck you.

I know it was dumb,
but what was I supposed to do?

- Kicking out dickheads isn't your job.
- What is my job then?

To not get yourself sent back to jail,
you idiot.

Open the car, I'm cold.

Yeah, I know. You're right.

- How can I make it up to you?
- By opening the car.

- That's all?
- I'd be happy then, yes.

I've got something way better.

What the hell?

Are you for real?

Can I stay on my feet
or do I have to get all cheesy...

Fuck it, I'll do it.

- Get up, Rafael. You're embarrassing me.
- Listen to me.

Baby,

you've always stood by me,

I don't deserve you.

You're like no other girl I've ever known.

You give me stability.
I'd be lost without you.

You supported me,
and waited for me when I did time.

You got me a job with your daddy,

who hates how his little baby
is in love with such a jerk.

And because you always had to start fresh,

I'm gonna see this through to the end,

as your husband.

Will you be my wife?

Hello?

Say something. Yes or no?

You have to say it.

Yes.

- I love you so much.
- Fuck you.

I swear.

I will fuck you.

- I'll fuck you, I swear.
- What, right now?

It's our wedding night!

Get in.

"But we'll tell them that later.

'First we have to advise them
on what they should do,' said Peter.

And together they hatched
what they thought was a fantastic plan."

DADDY ME

Good evening.

Do you have a moment?

Sorry to disturb you.
I'd like to talk to you about something.

But I can only do so
if you understand it's confidential.

I know some people in the right places.

They could alter Lilly's data.

So she would become an emergency case
and could be operated upon immediately.

Then we'd start looking for a donor heart.

We'd also look on the unofficial market
in Eastern Europe.

All with your financial support.

- How much?
-30,000.

And it would accelerate the process?

The last time we did this,
we found a donor heart within four weeks.

Four weeks.

It's really all I can offer you.

If not, this conversation never happened.

You decide.

- Look at that fat fucker.
- Your sister's son?

- I bet the bastard's had a fight with her.
- He's gotten big.

You take the car and get some sleep.

Here's the key for the Audi tonight.
It's by the shisha bar.

Papers are in the glove compartment.
Get me at 9:00 p.m.

Right.

Mrs Bunker.

I'm sorry.

- The client had waited for an appointment.
- Thanks.

Civil servants are among
the "safest" borrowers.

However, in your case,
we have too many outstanding loans.

If you took out another, your salary
wouldn't cover the monthly payments.

So you can't help me at all?

Mrs Dunker, after assessing your finances,
I have to say it is just not possible.

As you were always the guarantor
on your husband's loans

you've reached your credit limit with us.

I'm very sorry.

Why are you singing like that?

You're all like...

Like a total retard.

Police!

Don't move! Police!

Get your guns down!

There are kids here!

Stay calm.

- What the fuck?
- Police! Don't move!

I swear, if you mess it up,
you'll get a kick up the arse.

Relax. I've had a few years to practise.

Your mum was really good at it.

She started at the back,
and worked her way to the front.

And then I'd start to...

-play around with her cunt.
- Dad!

- She got real hot.
- All right, that's enough.

- Then we'd just start fucking.
- Yeah, Dad, I get it.

She fucked like an old Roman.

What's wrong with you?

Did you swallow all your pills at once,
and now you remember everything?

I never forgot that.

Not even after she died.

Then that other bird...

- Tina.
- Yeah, that's her.

She just didn't have it.

I think with her I only got it in once,
and then...

she was sprogged up.

Then at some point, she packed up Rafael,
and they were gone.

He gets that from her.

Just throwing everything away.

He could at least call.

I only have a minute, I'm in the clink.

Is it him? Is it Rafael?

My nephew's in deep shit with the cops.

I told my cunt of a sister
he was staying with me.

She told the cops, and they raided
the flat and took us both in.

- Why you?
- He had stuff on him. They found it.

I won't be getting out today.

Find someone else and do it.

Without me.

Find someone. Please.

Tell him to bring some roast chicken.

I'll be back in ten minutes, okay?

Angelo, keep an eye on the place
for a second.

You know what I'm gonna do now?

I'm gonna call the cops.

Then you'll be gone from here
and you'll go back to prison.

That's one option.

The other option is...

you call Elena and explain the shit
you've been getting up to.

You'll still be gone from here,

but I won't press charges
and you won't go back to prison.

Then I'll be the good guy for once
and you'll be the dick.

Yeah, hello. It's me.

Is something wrong?

I fucked up.

I stole from your dad's safe.

I'm sorry.

Now you can fuck off.

Hey.

What do you want?

I got out yesterday. I want to talk.

What do you want?

Let's go for a drive and I'll tell you.

Ricky! What do you want from me?

I need your help, man.

- There's this thing, a guy bailed on me.
- Oh, man...

- You're the only--
- Move your car.

It's a lot of cash.
25 grand, twelve and a half each.

Get your car out of the way,
I need to leave.

Just drive! Are you gonna run me over?

Are you gonna run me over?

- Shut the fuck up!
- Drive!

Drive!

Shut up! You're poison to me.

You're poison for my life, man.

Every time you turn up,
I get caught up in your shit.

I was fine these last years,
I don't need you.

- Move your car.
- Get in and we'll talk.

Move your fucking car!

What's your problem?

What the fuck, man?

Easy. What the fuck?

Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Easy, man.

Easy.

Stop fucking about, man.

I'll break it.
I'll break your fucking arm.

What the fuck?

What the fuck's wrong with you?

We have to be there in an hour.

How much cash was it again?

12.5, 12.5.

I'll do it
if you promise never to ask me again.

Have you been to see Dad at all?

No.

Go see him.

You can't imagine,
he talks about you all the time.

He misses you, you know?

- You were always his favourite.
- That's why he punched my teeth out.

- Punched! How old were you?
- Eight.

They were all wobbly,
they practically flew out by themselves.

You don't know shit, man.
You weren't there.

None of us are getting younger.
He's the only family we have.

Introduce your girl to him or something.
He'd love that.

- Are you not together anymore?
- We are.

- Didn't you want to open a dance school?
- Yeah.

And?

Still saving.

That's why I'm doing this shit.

Is that them?

That one's our guy.

And the other cunts are in the Mercedes.

- And they're unarmed, yeah?
- They're unarmed, I swear.

Don't move, you cunts!

You fucking cocksuckers!

Easy, don't move!

Hands out your pockets, fucker!

Hands out your pockets
or you're dead, you cunt!

Nice and easy. You, give me the bag.

Mask off if you're gonna shoot me.

- Give me the fucking bag, man.
- Take it.

- Give me the bag!
- Here!

Son of a bitch.

Nice and easy, man. Don't move. You...

Take it easy, man.

Shut your mouth. Give me the bag.

- Give it to me.
- Easy.

- Give it.
- Here.

Right, you cunts, turn around.

Turn around. Hands behind your heads.

Kneel down slowly.

You bastard!

Shut the fuck up! On your knees.

Nice and slow.

I swear, if you move,
your mothers will cry.

Move and your mothers will cry.

You cunts! Don't move, motherfuckers!

Don't move!

Oh man! That was fucking nuts, man!

Dude!

- He was going full Vin Diesel...
- We've still got it, man.

...and you took him down!

Broken rear light on that Audi.

Shall we?

You just took him down, man!

Easy. Put your belt on.

- Ricky...
- Easy. Calm down.

Put the gun under your seat.

Put the bag on top.

It's all good, okay?

We'll be fine. We're cool.

You say nothing.

I'll do the talking.

- Evening.
- Evening.

Engine off, please.

Are you aware
you have a broken rear light?

No, no one has mentioned it.
It must've happened today.

Where have you been?

- H6chst Hospital.
- Hands on the wheel.

Héchst Hospital, to visit my aunt.

Licence and registration.

I don't have my driver's licence.
Vehicle registration...

- There you go.
- Your ID, please.

I don't have that either, sorry.

How about you?

- ID.
- I don't have mine either, I'm afraid.

Stay there, I'll be right back.

- He's been looking at us the whole time.
- Stay cool.

She's coming.

Mr Ahmadi.

Thank you.

Hazard triangle and first-aid box, please.

Yes, of course.

So, I'm not sure if they're both in here.

Here's the hazard triangle.

- First-aid box?
- Let's see...

I'm afraid it's not here.

In the car perhaps?

- I doubt it, to be honest.
- Could you have a look?

- I hoovered it this morning.
- Maybe under the seat.

Stay seated.

Stop!

- Hands behind your back.
- Easy.

- Hands behind your back.
- Take it easy.

Fuck.Fuck.

Stop!

Stop, dammit!

12-22, we need urgent backup.

Stop right there!

Don't move!

Turn around.

I said turn around.

Hands on the fence.

Hands on the fence.

Officer injured, ambulance required.

Jimbo?

Rafa!

- Come on!
- Ricky, drive!

Get moving!

Fuck, man!

Fuck!

How's he doing?

He's on his way to hospital.
Probably a brain contusion.

He's unresponsive, he's in a coma.

We looked into the name of the driver
you radioed through to HQ,

Karim Ahmadi.

The car is registered under that name.

But Karim Ahmadi
died of cancer three weeks ago.

The car was never de-registered.

Did you notice anything unusual
in the car or in the boot?

Anything that would explain
why they attacked you, like drugs or guns?

No, nothing.

Okay.

Take a few days off, okay?

Elena, open the door, please.

Please.

Fuck.

A little birdie tells me
two dudes went off on two cops.

But oddly, nothing about my dope.
What's the deal?

How do you mean?

If the cops had busted my dope,
I would've heard about it by now.

He's saying we have the bag.

- Rafa, please...
- Say what you mean, fatty.

- Speak German!
- Rafa!

No reason to get upset!

Chill, brother.

Branko, wallah. I swear...

It went badly, but the guys are clean.
You can trust them.

Fuck you, that little prick
was never part of it.

- Watch it, you wanker.
- You want some?

- Easy, Ricky.
- You want some?

Branko, please. Wallah.

- What now?
- It's simple.

You have two days to get me 100 grand.

How? It's not possible.

- What's he saying?
- Shut your mouth.

He's right.

Maybe gayboy here has my gear in his bag.

Talk fucking German!

Shut your mouths! Be quiet!

Sorry, Branko. Wallah.

100 grand in two days...

How? We don't have it.

Is that my problem or yours?

That's business, man.

- I'm looking to sell heroin to someone.
- You?

- Yes.
- Heroin?

- I have a load of it to sell.
- What?

- How much?
-2.5 kilos.

- You wanna suck my cock?
- No...

- Come on.
- Nah...

Don't touch me.

Sorry.

I'll give you €5O for some information.

Hand it over.

Hey, sister. Come over here.

- Can I get you a drink?
- No.

So, did I hear
you've got some smack to sell?

How much?

Two and a half.

What do you want for it?

30,000.

30,000'?

If you want,
come back later with your gear,

I'll check it out,
and if it's good, we've got a deal.

Are you in?

Okay.

Elena?

Are you coming? We're waiting for you.

I'll be right there.

What about those Merisadis?

Those brothers with the jewellery shop.

You won't get 100 from those pricks.

Or that bank in Nordend?

- Offenbach?
- Yeah.

I'm not robbing a fucking bank.
No way, man.

You've got me into enough shit, Ricky.
I'll be lucky to get off with two years.

- I've had enough.
- No one asked you.

We wouldn't be in this shit
if you'd stayed in the fucking car.

It's okay. Rafa.

What?

Ask Valerie.

- What did you say?
- She has enough. Ask Valerie.

- Fuck you, what did you say?
- Calm down.

Rafa!

- Rafa, calm down!
- What's your problem?

Ricky, he's your brother.

Shame on you, you cunt.

You'd better answer your phone.

- What the fuck?
- Little cunt.

Cunt.

One, two,

three.

Into first position. And then left.

One,

and two,

and three.

Are those tests reliable?

We're gonna be fine.

- I don't know if I want to keep it.
- Hey...

- Of course.
- I don't know if I can do it.

Elena, please, it's amazing.

It's the best present you could give me.

You know that.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Your dance school, us.

Your dad.

Everything.

I'm not going to fuck about anymore.

Are those eggs ready yet?

Almost, Dad.

I wanted to talk to you.
Some problems have come up

with the contract for the bar in Cabrera.

What contract?

To buy the bar in Cabrera.
The one I told you about.

Whatever. Enjoy your eggs.

What about Rafael?

- Is he coming too?
- Nope.

- He never calls, never comes to see me.
- I've told you a thousand times.

He's taking care of business in Malta.

Why don't you write it down,
then you wouldn't forget?

I didn't want eggs.

Are you taking the piss?
You just asked for eggs.

No, I don't want eggs. They make me fart.

Who gives a fuck?
You can fart all you want in here.

I wanted roast chicken.

- No, you wanted eggs.
- I said I wanted roast chicken.

You said you wanted eggs.

These eggs come from a fucking chicken,
so eat them please.

Tell Rafael to bring me some roast chicken
if you're too stupid.

You want me to ring Rafa, huh?

Okay, I'll ring him.

And you know what?

He's not in Malta, Dad.
He lives five minutes from here.

And you know what?
He doesn't give a fuck about you.

He doesn't give a fuck
about your miserable fucking life.

He hates you, man.
You get me? He hates you.

Who was always there for you?

Who wrote to you every week from prison?

Did you read a single letter?

Who was there for you
when you were being a dick to Mum?

I was. And my name is Ricky.

I'm your fucking son, Dad,

and always will be, you fucker.
Whether you like it or not.

Fuck you!

Fuck!

Hey, sister. All good? Come in.

You good?

Yeah?

This is my cousin. He's in on it too.

Rashid, habibi. We've got a visitor.

How's it going?

Where's the gear?

In the car.

- Where's the money?
- Here. Bring the gear in first.

I want to count it first.

Bring it in first.

I want to count it first.

Don't mess with us, sister.

Let her count it, habibi.

She's not fucking with you.

Here.

All fifties.

Fifty notes in each wad.

You're right. She can't tell.

- What did you say?
- I was talking to my cousin.

What did you say?

That I'll play the next round.

That's not what you said.

What's he right about?

What can't I tell?

- What can't I tell?
- Easy, sister.

I'm not your sister. That they're fake?

Fuck this.

Sister, wait.

Sister?

Shut up. Get the shit from her car.

Who are you working for, cunt?

Who are you working for? Who sent you?

Tell me!

Bitch!

Where have you been all this time?

Prison.

Why?

Just some shit. It doesn't matter.

- Because of Valerie?
- No...

Although she just wanted a normal life
like any other woman.

A family, children.

But I couldn't give her that.

Then this other dick who could
came along and...

the rest is history.

But it fucked with my head.
It made me aggressive.

The last thing we did went tits up.
A total disaster.

Two people almost got killed.

I'd say you've punished yourself.

How do you mean?

I know that shit.
Eight years at Catholic girls school.

When God punishes, he does it
with the aim of claiming people back.

God judges out of love.

We don't.

No... Dad!

Fuck, what have you done?

This is fucked up, man.

This is fucked up.

Your father suffered
a haemorrhagic stroke.

It triggered a severe brain haemorrhage

exerting pressure on the brain tissue.

We are removing the blood
in a neurosurgical procedure.

We will inform you
as soon the surgery has been completed.

You're up bright and early!

I drew this for you yesterday.

It's lovely.

This is us.
We're looking at the three ponies.

And they're real ponies, right?

You did a great job.

It's a really lovely picture.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Wait, Lilly.

I know it hasn't been easy lately.

But that's not your fault.

You know that, right?

We'll get through this.

And you'll get better, Lilly.

I promise.

Who do I see if I've got stuff to sell?

What?

Who do I see if I've got stuff to sell?

Fais!

Come here.

She's selling.

What's up?

I'm looking for someone to sell to.

What you got?

Hello.

How can I help you?

Are you Lat“?

Yeah. And you are?

Can we talk?

I'm not in a clan,
I don't have a boss, I'm not a dealer.

But I've got some good gear.

I'll make you a good price,
but I won't negotiate.

Who sent you here?

He said he was your nephew.

I'm afraid he was fucking with you.
I'm not buying.

Do you know anyone?

Of course.
It depends on the price and the weight.

2.5 kilos.

Heroin.

You've got 2.5 kilos of heroin?

Where'd you get it?

Can you help me or not?

I'd sell it for 30,000.

At that price, I'll ask around.

Okay.

Here. Give me your number.

You want to get rid of it, right?
Give me your number.

I'll be in touch.

Brother, tell Rafa we need to talk.

What's up?

I think we can get our gear back.

She just strolled in here.

This redhead, really odd voice.

She was a bit nuts too.
1.65 to 1.70 m tall.

- She had this cut below her eye.
- That's her.

The fucking whore's trying
to make some cash with our gear.

Here's what we're going to do.

You,

call her back now.

You tell her
you found two guys who are interested.

But they don't have much time,
they have to go to Holland or some shit.

Tell her to meet us at...

at 2:00 a.m., it'll be quiet then...

tell her to meet us
at the old paper factory.

- And we'll get our shit back, man.
- How?

I'll shove a gun in her mouth and say,
"Give me my shit back, you whore."

You're gonna mug her?
She knows my name and my bar.

She's gonna start talking after that.

She won't talk.

She's not gonna say a word afterwards.

What?

You're gonna kill her?

- Hello?
- Rafa, he's right.

Have you lost your mind?

What can we do? We're dead
if they don't get the cash tomorrow.

Are you for real? You want to kill her?

You're sicker than I thought, man. Sick!

I'm not killing anyone.

- There has to be another way.
- Chill.

Latif, say something.

- Ricky's right, man.
- Listen, Ricky...

Don't touch me.

Listen to me, please.

- Talk to Valerie.
- Don't...

We're not talking about 100,
it's 30,000, man.

We can't kill someone, no way.

I don't want my child
to have a murderer as a father.

What?

What child, man?

Yes! I'm gonna be a dad.

- You're out.
- Wait, Ricky.

It's not about that, Ricky.

Go home to Elena and take care of
your fucking family. Don't fuck it up.

It's not about that.
He's still gonna kill her!

Easy, Rafa.

Ricky, you can't just walk away.

It's me, Latif.

I've found you a customer.

- Are you there?
- Yeah, I'm listening.

But he can only meet you tonight,
he has to go back to Holland tomorrow.

Can you make it?

Yes, definitely.

I'll text you the time and place.

Text or call me if something's up.

Hello, I'm calling
about the handover tonight.

Did Latif call you already?

Yes, just now.

Okay, I'd like to move it forward.

Why?

Two o'clock's too late.
I have to drive 500 kilometres tonight.

- Let's say midnight. Will that work?
- Sure.

Okay, perfect.

See you later, bye.

Hey, stop!

Where's the money?

There is no money. It's in the bank.

- Where's the money?
- In the bank!

Hey, Valerie.

Here.

Thanks.

Did the bell just ring, darling?

Hi, Pierre.

Hello, Ricky.

Hey, little man.

- I'm Ricky, what's your name?
- Romeo.

Sweetie, go make sure you have everything.

I need to talk with Daddy,
and then we'll go, okay?

You go ahead, I'll come in a bit.

'ZZZ

I'm here to apologise to you, Valerie.

To you both, you too, Pierre.

I know I messed up...

I'm sorry about that, okay?

That's not the only reason I'm here,
of course.

I've had a lot of time to think and...

I want a fresh start.

I want to get out of Germany, I...

I want to open a bar, and I need money.

I need €30,000.

I know it's out of the blue,
and you're probably thinking...

but I'll pay it back.

We could even draw up a contract.

I'd even pay interest...
five, eight percent.

Right...

What am I supposed to say?

Well,

we'll discuss it and... get back to you.

That won't work.

I need it right now.

What for?

What do you need the money for, Ricky?

I'm in trouble, Valerie.

I need help
and I have no one else I can ask.

Listen to me.

Listen to me, look at me! Look at me!

Get the fuck out of here,
they're going to kill you.

Get out!

I said get out!

Get out!

Look at me! Look at me!

You have reached the voicemail of:

Diana Dunker.

The bitch isn't picking up.

Get out.

Get out, Lat“.

Get out. This isn't your thing anymore.

Get out! I told you to fuck off!

Good morning, this is the info hotline.

- Nevin Yi/dirim. How may I help you?
- Good morning.

I need the address of a Mrs Diana Dunker.
In Frankfurt.

- I'm not feeling very well.
- What?

- I feel sick.
- You're sick?

You're really cold.

We're going to hospital.

You're going to be fine, my darling.

- I don't think I can do it.
- You can. Lie down.

We're going to hospital.
Try to breathe calmly.

Mummy!

Lie down.

Hey, take this key and go home.

Look at me.

I love you, my darling.

I'll see you in a bit, okay?

Go, go.

Run!

That cop whore fucked us, I swear.

That bitch who took our shit,
she wanted to sell it back to us.

She killed Ricky's brother, man.

Enough of your bullshit.
Do you have my money?

Do you have my money?

- Do you have my money?
- No, but it's not my fault.

You want me to kill you?

Ricky got 30,000 for the handover.
I don't know where from...

Drive! This fucker's dead. Drive!

Branko, give me a chance.
Please, one chance.

Wait! You'll get your money!

H OW?

H OW?

Is that her?

Yes.

Get a move on. Go get her.

But do it quietly, okay?

NEW MESSAGE FROM LAT“:

The Albanians want their money.

Come to my bar. In three hours.

I've got the money. I'll bring it to you.

Where is she?

You'll get her
when the Albanians get their money.

If not, they'll fuck her to death.

There's nothing I can do. They forced me.

Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,

and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is ever before me.

Against you have I sinned,

and done what is evil in your sight,

so that you
may be justified in your words...

Restore to me the joy of your salvation,

and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Then will I teach transgressors your ways,

and sinners will return to you.

Amen.

Your father's condition has improved.

But the stroke
has affected parts of his brain.

He is aware of his surroundings,
but barely reacts to them.

He may not recognise you
when he sees you, okay?

Hey, Dad.

Are you feeling any better?

Do you recognise me?

It's me, Dad.

Rafael.

Your son, Dad.

I was away for a while, you know?

I had a lotto do.

I was away.

You probably thought I'd forgotten you,
but I didn't forget you, Dad.

I was always thinking about you.

Always.

I wish I'd spent more time with you.

And forget any stupid stuff I said.

I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry.

Everything's going to be fine, Dad. Okay?

I love you, Dad.

I love you, Dad.

What's up?

Where is she?

He's wondering where your bag is.

Where's the cash?
Did you shove it up your arse or what?

Everything's cool.
She just took a little trip.

Chill, man. Come here.

What's this?

Business.

I'm just taking a look at the heart.

The pulse is fine.

You can see it here.

Right there.

No bruising to the uterus.

Nothing that should be of any concern.

Everything's fine.

FROM RAFAEL

ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME

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