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END OF THE SEASON

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done...

Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses.

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom, the power...

Lines 125 and 126...

This is the locker room, you'll get your own locker.

We're lucky, that's Mr. Becker.

That is Mr. Dolmogan.

Dolmadjan.

Barat.

Becker.

You two will be on the nightshift together.

There's not much training needed. Your new co-worker is an ex-cop.

We'll be fine.

I hope so, gentlemen.

So, if there's nothing else... Then I will leave you alone.

I'm going to the kennel.

Jenelle? Who's that?

Down the steps, to the left.

Yes! Come here!

Come here, my friend!

Quiet!

Quiet, Lemmy! Be quiet!

I don't know.

Why should I beat around the bush, Ms. Pelzer?

You have gorgeous eyes. But I also have eyes, everywhere.

Just give it up and give it back!

Why? What should I even pocket here?

It's not the end of the world, right?

What's this all about?

I am to believe you, but I am not convinced.

Are you an ass, or what?

Come on, Lemmy!

Ah, Mr. Becker!

Fine, if you need anything, I'll be in my office.

Becker.

And you?

Who are you again?

That's Lemmy.

Lemmy?

Well, aren't you a capital fellow!

I'd better get moving, otherwise that ass'll fire me.

Yeah, I'd better be off too.

Go in there, you capital fellow!

I'm leaving.

Here's the bedroom, I sleep in here. Not you.

Come.

This is the living room.

You can sleep here.

Here's the bathroom.

Yeah, whatever.

Here's the kitchen.

Are you hungry?

Come on, let's take a look.

23.48 euro. Payback? EC?

Could you put that back please?

21.89 euro.

Yeah, got it.

Here you gotta lock it twice. Faulty contact in the electronics.

I forgot mine inside.

- Looks like a Christmas party. - Yes.

But not ours.

Be careful up there.

They recently tried to jump the fence.

Probably some Turks or something.

Nothing against you.

I'm not Turkish, I'm Armenian.

Anyway, be on your toes.

What else is going on?

I thought, I'll celebrate my new job.

I'm cold.

Come!

So? Are you in?

Don't know yet.

I asked the cleaning ladies. There's a place open around the corner.

The really cute one might join us later.

Ah, understand.

You don't understand anything.

That's over.

- So? - What?

Are you coming or not?

Maybe for a minute.

Oh, man! I hit orange...

Don't you wanna get rid of those?

The tattoos?

With lasers.

Too expensive. Can't we just sit here?

It's not polite, if you don't go along.

Looky there.

Ok! I'll catch up with you!

Hello!

Hello!

Frank? Can you make me a Southern & Sprite?

And? Where is Lenny?

Lemmy.

In his cage.

Thanks.

Cheers!

She was naked on the bed. I said: let's go to the precinct!

And she says, I can't find my pants. Me and my colleagues looked for 'em.

Her clothes were gone. She didn't wanna put anything else on.

It wasn't her apartment, somehow made sense...

Wow, you really know women.

Hey, watch it!

Knowing women is a good thing. Three shots please.

- That sounds gay. - No.

Becker! Say something!

No clue.

Here, come on. President or asshole.

Asshole. I'm fine with it.

I don't believe it.

Down the hatch!

- Right here. - What happened with the pants?

- I bought her panties. - With your money?

They paid me back. “Increased work expenditure.”

Here's to German bureaucracy!

Germany, Germany!

The little Nazi!

What aren't you a cop anymore?

Long story.

Let's talk about something more pleasant, love, women...

You can't change the system.

Racist!

But better here than anywhere else. No rights in their country.

Don't talk about us! We can hear you!

Yeah, yeah. Fine.

That's why it was an honor, serving the country, no shit!

Little Nazi!

- Shut up? - We don't want no trouble here!

Gutless sonofabitch!

- Fuck! - What did you say, asshole?

- What do you want? - Fuck you!

- What's up? - Barat, stop it!

- I'll fuck you up! - Fuck off, damn Turk!

Stop it! enough!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Becker, no!

So we're the assholes?

They started it!

I couldn't give a shit, who started what.

If you fight, you're out.

It's my bar, and that's how it's done!

- Just one after the hubbub! - Nah.

I'll pay for it!

No, get lost or I'll call the cops!

This is my stop.

Are you coming?

Now the boots.

Was a bit heavy, huh?

Yeah.

Might have been a while, huh?

Yeah.

Who's there?

You didn't come home last night. Where are you?

What do you want?

Is something wrong?

No.

- Hello, darling! - Hello!

You have a kid.

So?

- Cornflakes? - Yes, please.

- Were you at Dennis'? - Yes.

Don't you have to go?

I'll shove off.

Are you ok?

What an asshole!

Want me to call the cops?

I'm ok.

Doesn't look like it.

Worry about your own shit!

What's up, bud? Still thirsty?

I'm alright.

- Quite the colorful evening. - Yeah.

Say...

Can you do me a favor?

Want me to fuck Rita for you?

Sorry, What's up?

I need a name to this license plate.

Maybe you can ask one of you ex-colleagues.

What about?

Becker, step into my office.

Yes.

It's private.

- I don't do anything illegal. - No.

Thanks.

Ah, Becker. One moment.

So.

Better to be on the safe side.

You know. I am late.

Holiday stress. Come along.

- Something up with your leg? - Nah, it's fine.

Sick leave is the last thing I need.

Filling a night shift during the holidays...

How's it going with Dolmodan?

He's holding up.

Good. About the cleaning lady, Rita Pelzer.

I don't know what you think you saw.

You should keep an eye on Ms. Pelzer.

Here's a small Christmas gift from the company.

What do you got there again?

Just a bump.

Jesus, Becker. This is a real chance for you.

Don't overplay your hand.

I can not afford to have my guards look like brawlers.

You're just the nightshift, but still.

I don't think Rita pocketed anything.

And I don't think you are in a position to assess the situation.

Watch yourself, otherwise your time here'll be up real quick.

Merry Christmas.

Hello everybody!

Sorry, that I'm a bit late...

The bag, please.

Next.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, Becker!

How are you?

Fine.

I just wanted to drop something off.

That's really nice!

And outside?

Drugs or something?

- Still in touch with your old friends? - No, not anymore.

Good. That's really good.

Thanks. Means a lot.

Thanks, Becker.

Pretty full tonight.

Not surprising, is it?

Becker, I got something on those plates.

You owe me a big favor!

My old colleagues had me jumping through hoops.

The vehicle is registered to someone named “Dahlmann.”

Benedikt.

- Do you want the address? - What?

No.

Actually, yeah, what is it?

Simon-Rodenthal-Straße.

- That's up in... - I know where it is.

You're welcome...

Who is that guy?

That is...

private. No one.

If I want to know, I'll find out anyway. I was a cop.

Barat, come on. Let me pass.

I want to know, who this Dahlmann guy is.

What?

What do you want from me?

I wanna help you, asshole.

I once got into trouble, too, but that's all in the past.

What's important is that by God's grace you don't make the same mistakes.

What happened doesn't matter anymore.

Do-goody bullshit!

You wanna know who Dahlmann is? I'll tell you.

I took out his wife and kid.

Both of them, 18 years ago.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

- Time to go. - Yeah.

- I'm going for a coffee. - Not me, bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye!

Hello.

Hello.

And now?

I knew a guy with a giant schnauzer.

He always got sausages.

Quit With the bullshit!

Wait. Wait!

Shit!

What's that?

Oh God!

What the hell?

Stop that shit!

What? It's my place, isn't it?

Is anything gone? Did they take anything?

I don't know.

Fucking junkies, or...

Romanians, or whatever.

If you want, you can sleep at my place.

- That's not a good idea. - Why not?

But I really want it.

I'm not very good with people.

I'm not stupid, Becker. I know you were in the pen.

- So? - So nothing!

I don't wanna know about it. I don't care!

I'm interested in who you are now!

And who am I now?

A piece of shit is what you are.

Your apartment is shit too.

Your boy?

What about him?

He can't stand me.

He'll get over it.

Well, he likes the dog.

That's a start.

We need dog food.

Not while he's eating! He doesn't like that.

I can clear out some space on the shelf.

Nah...

Don't smoke in here! 'Cause of Timo.

He's staying here for now.

BIKER MURDERS 2 IN THE SUBURBS

PRIMARY SUSPECT BECKER APPREHENDED

Mr. Becker? This way please.

So, Mr. Becker.

I wrote everything down.

We'll verify your statements and...

...Mr. Dahlmann.

Otherwise, it'll stay as “Charges against an unknown individual.”

And now?

You'll have to fill out the top part and then sign it,

then that's it.

You are on parole, right?

What's that got to do with anything?

That means you no longer have contact

to biker gangs or other such groups.

Correct?

Yes, that is correct.

Like I said, we will verify your statements.

But it may take a while.

Yeah.

So?

Do you think that's right?

Get lost, jerk off!

What are you doing?

Becker!

- Wanna play? - This is stupid!

We can play against each other.

I wanna play with mom!

We have to go inside. I'm gonna grab a drink.

- You're staying with Becker, yeah? - I'm coming with.

- Want anything? - No.

Come on.

Hello.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I watched a movie.

Ah, right.

You remember who I am?

Maya?

And you? What are you doing?

Hello, René.

Hello, Elke.

There you are.

Yeah...

This is Maya. Elke.

Volker.

Yes. I am Rita.

- Merry Christmas. - Hello.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

This is Timo.

Do you live here?

No, we drove here.

We gotta go in.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye.

THIS MUST STOP! MEET ME AT RESTAURANT CHINATOWN

I don't know, how I...

I am here.

In this dump. So?

I just wanted to say,

about what I did, I am sorry.

What I did to you and your family.

I am really sorry.

Ah, yeah. Ok.

Are you doing better?

Now that you said it. Does it feel good?

No?

And me? How do you think I feel?

Better? Worse? The same?

I don't know.

No, you probably don't.

Nobody does.

You don't know me.

No.

Before I met my wife, I was pretty much an asshole.

I made lots and burned through it all.

For all kinds of shit. It didn't matter, as long as it kept on going.

And kept going faster.

Then I met Dana.

She was good for me.

She settled me down. Gave me stability.

Bought a house and then came...

...Lilli.

That was her name.

My daughter's name was Lilli.

I know.

Now she's dead.

Shot dead.

Just like my wife.

And you're sitting there...

and no matter what you say nothing can change that.

They are both gone.

That's not supposed to feel any better. And not for you either.

But for you, it's all a fresh start now, isn't it?

Nice lady. And the boy...

You have two families now.

Your daughter is all grown up.

And pretty.

She's got nothing to do with this.

Quite popular with the boys, too.

Buzzing around her like flies.

You wanna know how old Lilli would have been?

22.

It was her birthday last week.

Always right before Christmas. Completely thankless.

She would have been a young lady by now.

We would have been through with puberty.

Her bitching, her rebelling, her first boyfriends...

She'd probably be studying now.

She was a very curious child.

She wanted to know everything.

That's probably why she got up in the first place...

Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

Excuse me.

And now?

What are we doing here then?

Talking. I want a solution.

To what?

I can understand you.

I am not seeking forgiveness.

But my life...

What do you understand?

What do you know about me? Do you know how I live?

No. I do not.

Exactly. You don't know a damn thing.

I can't work, am in constant need of therapy.

The bank is sucking me dry. Now they want the house.

- I am sorry. - You want to begin a new life?

You did your time. Have a right to it, right?

And what about me?

Why don't I get a new life?

You need to stop with that.

What am I doing?

I know that I can never make up for it.

But I paid my debt.

May I ask a question?

Are you a different person now?

- I think so. - No, you are not.

That's just what they told you.

You really want to believe that but you are exactly the same.

But now I have an entirely different life.

What do you want me to say? Congratulations?

I think I'm going to leave.

I want us to be clear, now that we talked.

What should be clear?

I don't want to have to constantly look over my shoulder.

Oh, but maybe you should!

Take a look back more often.

Don't act like it was someone else's bad dream.

I am still living in it.

I am also a victim of the past.

Excuse me?

What do you mean?

I just meant... I...

You weren't the only one who lost something.

Who do you think you are? You are a fucking murderer!

Come here!

Leave the restaurant!

I'm leaving.

It's ok.

Who was that?

- Oh, I'm sorry. - No problem.

Do you still wanna stay outside?

No, I am cold.

- Then let's go inside. - Ok.

We could play a game inside.

Yeah, ok.

Shoot!

Shoot!

Yes, yes! Shoot!

Show me, what I need to do?

Shoot with X, duck with O, and you run using this.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Playing.

- Who's winning? - He's even worse than you.

I have to go.

See you.

Do you have to stand there?

Why?

Makes me nervous. Sit down.

Bon appétit!

What is it?

Currywurst, fries. Just normal.

That is normal. Healthy food is normal. Cooked at home.

You need to take care of your body.

That'll kill you eventually.

That piece of pork will end up clogging your arteries.

And then: poof!

You're just jealous 'cause you aren't allowed to eat it.

I am Armenian.

Christian, not Muslim.

I don't care what you are.

But stay away from my food.

What's the deal?

Have a bad dream?

It'll be fine in a minute.

I saw someone.

And?

It's scaring me.

You are such a powerful, strong, handsome guy.

You don't get scared.

No.

What is it?

Nothing.

Then fuck me.

Where is mom?

Still asleep.

- Do you want to wake her? - Ok.

Ask her if she'd like some coffee.

Come here!

- Timo! - No, boy!

You'll cut yourself.

- We're going to Ms. Yilmaz right now. - But mom...!

You are going to take care of this.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I had a bad dream.

And now?

Follow me.

I want one too.

- One what? - A tattoo.

Can you make me one?

Not one like that.

Something cooler.

What's cool then?

A helicopter.

A helicopter is tricky.

What's going on here?

Nothing!

It doesn't look like nothing.

Are you eating ice cream?

Becker said we could.

He's also drawing a helicopter on my hand.

- Yes. - Aren't you cold?

No.

I want something as well.

Now it's my turn to draw a helicopter.

Done!

You want me to get fat, huh?

Looks cool.

No, I'm on my way in.

Lemmy?

Is Lemmy with you?

He's not coming.

Ok, see you then.

No, don't bother.

Aren't you cold?

Leave Becker alone!

It doesn't work.

Sorry, we tried, but...

The way I am living here, and...

I know men like you, but...

Timo, go to your room. Leave us alone.

I don't want to change you, or put a leash on you, but...

I can't have this shit in my home.

I have a child.

Do you understand?

Yes...

Can you look at me?

You have reached the Dahlmanns.

Dana, - Hello! -, Benedikt and Lilli aren't home right now.

Please leave a message!

Yes, it's Becker.

Maybe I could help you with the house.

Becker.

You're still around.

Would seem so.

Pape wants to talk to you.

What's he talking about?

It's a warehouse. Might be something.

Gotta go quick though.

Why the rush?

Need the cash.

Plus a loan from you. A lot. And fast.

A loan?

What for?

For something in the past. My business.

“My business?” We don't do that here anymore.

Do we need to know anything else?

- You want us to take care of it? - No.

A debt. From back then.

Fine. Then take care of it.

By the way, we still have something that belongs to you.

Hello.

Are you gonna get that?

Yes.

Yeah?

Yeah, calm down!

Yeah, yeah.

Where are you?

It's fine.

Him again, or what?

- I'll take care of it. - I told you.

- He has to pay and that's it. - How much?

26.20 euro.

What? Do you want a tip, too?

A tip...

Motherfucker!

That's enough!

Come in!

You just don't want to be alone with her.

Maze is still in the fridge, right? Come on, in!

Nah, leave it. It's fine.

Come on in.

- Come, why not? - It's late.

Everything's done. It's no work.

Ok.

You look beat.

Won't Rita let you sleep?

Would it hurt you to say something?

Would it hurt you not to?

No, it wouldn't. Here's the money from yesterday. Thanks.

I'm gonna do my round.

You starting in the back?

Stay here!

Becker?

Listening.

I'm finished here.

Where are you?

In the back. Hall 2.

Yeah, it's fine.

Becker?

Yeah, what?

The signal says the loading zone isn't secure.

That's the faulty contact. I'll take care of it.

Come on.

Becker?

Barat. Barat!

There's something up here. Loading zone.

Get out of there!

Out of there now!

No...

Dr. Hildebrand, you are wanted in the ER.

Where were you?

Went to see Barat at the hospital.

I've been trying to call you the entire time.

What the fuck was that all about?

I don't know where my cell is.

What kinda reason is that?

You got enough.

Are you nuts? Give it here...!

What's this?

So that's it? Not another word?

You ain't talking to me no more, or what?

Where do you wanna go now?

I have to take care of something.

I'm just your fuck toy, or what?

Rita!

Let me go!

You wanna buttfuck your buddies in the cell block?

Never...!

Never say that to me again!

Cunt!

Quite the balls on your darky friend.

It'll be coming back around real quick.

You're gonna pay.

I know.

Hello, Rita. It's me, Becker.

Yeah, I... I don't know, I...

I wanted...

Can I stop by?

It's fine. On my way.

See you in a bit.

Rita?

Rita! Timo!

Excuse me? Are you an acquaintance of Ms. Pelzer?

What happened to her?

There was police, ambulances. Very loud.

- Where is she? - At St. Vinzenz.

- And the boy? - Day care.

- He didn't see a thing. - Where is he now?

At my place.

- Can he stay with you? - Sure.

- I need to go to the hospital. - He can stay as long as is needed.

Thanks.

No.

No.

Is Timo still with Ms. Yilmaz?

He didn't see a thing.

You don't deserve that.

All this crap.

He tried to rape me.

I want you to know who that is.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to hear that now.

Fine.

I'll...

I'll take care of it.

I'll be here tomorrow.

Bright and early.

Good.

Dahlmann!

Dahlmann! You fucking coward!

I am here, Dahlmann!

Dahlmann!

Come out, coward!

Do you have any coffee?

What?

You have reached the Dahlmanns.

Dana, - Hello! -, Benedikt and Lilli aren't home right now.

Please leave a message!

It's Becker.

I'm at a roadhouse.

“Zur Alten Post.”

I'll be waiting for you here.

Do you understand?

I'm waiting here.

Better than falling asleep at the wheel, huh?

Where do you have to go to?

Don't know.

I'm just waiting here.

Fuck.

Becker!