Dogs of Berlin (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Schiebung - full transcript

[Petrovic on radio]
Massive brawl with at least 100 people.

Heavily armed. They're killing each other.

Oh, and it seems to be about Orkan Erdem.

[Grimmer] The city's burning.

All that violence... the hate...

Everything I did out there,
the chaos it brought,

I never thought it would follow me home,

to my family...

to you... Paula.

THREE DAYS EARLIER
FRIDAY

[threatening sound]



"FOUL PLAY"

[Petrovic, phone] We found out who placed
the anonymous call to Erdem at the hotel.

Excellent. Who?

Lukas Schmaus, owner of an event agency.

-Does he have a record?
-Nothing special.

Tax evasion, DUI, etc.

But he used to be a lawyer.

[door locking]

Grimmer?

-Are you still there?
-I'm here. So...

That was the call
before Erdem suddenly took off?

Yeah. Um... What else?

Okay. Then I will go
and pay this Schmaus guy a visit.

Good. I'll send you his info.



-Wow!
-Sorry?

I mean... Top! Good job!

You are a gem. I will talk to you later.

Before Mr. Detective makes a visit,

maybe he'd like a little visit before?

Absolutely. One has to set priorities.

-[he moans]
-[smack of a kiss]

I have to tell you something, Kurt.

[he moans lustfully]

[shattering]

Careful. Don't step on the glass.

Who did this?

No idea.

I guess just some troublemakers.

Neighborhood kids. I will take care of it.

-Dad? What was that?
-Nothing.

It's nothing.
Just some broken glass.

Have you had breakfast? Come with me.

-[unsettling music]
-Watch out.

[phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

[beep]

-[Tomo] Go to the window.
-[chilling sound]

You think because you're a cop
we won't come to your home?

Listen, my family is here,
you fucking piece of shit.

That's good.

You've got to learn to pay your debts
if you want to keep your family out of it.

[quiet, threatening music]

-You crossed the line. You need to...
-No, no, no!

You crossed that line
with that circus act yesterday.

You know how it works.

Kovacs always get their money in the end,
either way.

[quiet, threatening music]

-I need two hours.
-One hour.

Bring the money to my shop. Alone!

[threatening music fades]

[busy signal]

[inhales deeply]

Sorry, I've got to go.

-Check it out, they really ran it.
-What?

Look, "The Jewel of Prenzlauer Berg."
This is the breakthrough.

-That's great. Really nice.
-I will finally be able to pay my debts.

Yeah, for sure.

-Incredible.
-Hey, look, I've really got to go.

I'll take one
and I'll read it later. Okay?

-Bye, kiddos. See you guys.
-Bye.

-Ciao.
-Dad will be home on time.

Can you call the window guy on the way?

[sniffles]

[Nike]
And you're making things better, or what?

Hurry up, kids.
We're leaving in five minutes.

[sighs]

[Tomo] One hour.

[tires chirp]

[reporter] I'm standing here at the scene,
surrounded by shocked and moved fans.

LIVE FROM MARZAHN
ERDEM MURDER: OUTPOURING OF GRIEF

They can't believe
that their hero's spectacular journey

has come to such a brutal end
here in Marzahn.

What was Orkan Erdem doing in Marzahn
the night before the big game?

[Middle Eastern music]

Okay. That doesn't mean anything.

We don't need Orkan anymore.

We've got Bou'Penga.

We'll prove to Kovac's global partners
we can get anyone we want.

-And when we do business we make good...
-Kareem.

It took us one month
to set up just one meeting with Orkan.

Yeah, but Orkan was the test run.
We were still practicing.

Bou'Penga
is Tarik-Amir's betting business 2.0.

We are already further with him
than we ever got with Orkan.

We can use him to launch our program.

When Kovac's partners see what we can do,
they will all want in.

And then we're going to make bank, boys.
I'm talking billions!

I need a one-on-one with Bou'Penga.
And this time I'm not waiting months.

We meet today, do you hear me? Today!

Find out
what room Bou'Penga is staying in,

find out who his security is,

whether we know the guys
and how we can get around them.

And then I want the info from our contact.
Understood?

Most importantly, I want...

Hakim!

Come! [yells in Arabic]

[bubbling]

[bubbling]

-[yells in Arabic]
-[bubbling]

[bubbling]

[in Arabic] You crazy? What the fuck?

You have trouble breathing?

Is that better, you fucking cunt?

[coughs]

-Why don't you tell me the what fuck's up?
-[Kareem] What are you talking about?

What I'm talking about? That's what!

-I had nothing to do with it!
-Hm?

Look at me. Now say it again.

-What?
-That you had nothing to do with it!

-I don't. I swear!
-Oh yeah?

-Why can't you look at my eyes?
-I'm looking you in the eyes.

Walla!

Listen up, Brother.

If you had anything to do with this,
nobody better fucking know about it!

Because if the cops show up here
and shake us down and scare my girl

before her fucking wedding day,

I slit your fucking throat!

-Do you understand me?
-[pained] Yeah!

[in Arabic] Okay.

[Kareem coughs]

[unnerving music]

Thor, what are you doing here?
You've got gym.

[he sniffles]

-[he sniffles again]
-Hey, buddy. Look at you.

What happened, hey?

What is it?

[woman] Mr. Grimmer, I just submitted
your request to the account manager,

but I'm afraid we won't be able
to extend your line of credit.

-The mortgage on your house is already...
-Fuck you, bitch!

[phone rings]

-Yeah?
-[woman] Mr. Grimmer?

I'm calling from Mehrower Elementary.

I've got Thor Ludar here in his pajamas.
He needs to be picked up right away.

I'm not even his father.
Why you calling me?

His mother gave us this number to call
in emergencies if we can't reach her.

I have an important meeting.

We've tried and tried to reach his mother,
but she's not answering.

[repeated honking]

[quiet] Fuck. Fuck.

[ticking]

Shit, shit, shit!

[tires squealing]

[ticking stops]

Detective Birkan? Karsten Nguyen
from the BEZ. Do you have a moment?

-[gruffly] What do you want?
-To make you an offer.

My colleagues want to do a story.

About the private lives of you
and your partner Kurt Grimmer.

I hear there's a lot of dirt,
especially on Grimmer!

Don't worry, I convinced the editor
to put the story on hold for now.

One would think that the days
when a police officer had to suffer

for being homosexual
were long behind us, right?

But not everyone with your cultural
background sees it that way.

What do you want?

Nothing really.
Just think of me now and again.

Keep me informed.
In my line of work a lead is everything.

What happened to your face?

I'm most interested in Grimmer!

[moans softly]

Homicide, great.

Here we go.

Okay. Orkan's Tuesday night. Shoot.

At 7:27 p.m. Erdem receives a call

from the hotel,
from event manager Lukas Schmaus.

20 minutes after that Orkan is agitated

and asks the coach
if he could leave the hotel.

He says his dad wasn't doing well.

The coach gives him the go-ahead
and 20 minutes later Orkan leaves.

Someone was supposed to drive him,
but he ended up driving himself.

But he never turned up at his parents'.
His dad was feeling perfectly fine.

-So the question is, where did he go?
-[Petrovic] Exactly.

Were we able to track his movements
using cell phone data?

Not yet. It's in progress.

But in the meantime this guy Schmaus
may be able to help us.

-[Erol] Kurt is talking to Schmaus?
-[Petrovic] Mm-hm.

Who is with him?

Okay, what about
the other phone calls that night,

the ones to his advisor friend.

-[Bruno] Qays Jandoubi.
-[Erol] Have you tracked him down yet?

He seems to have vanished.

Okay, keep looking, workplace,
friends, clubs, leave no stone unturned.

[Seiler, on TV] We hope
everyone understands that at this time,

so early in the investigation,

we can only share
very basic information about this case.

Tuesday night Orkan Erdem
was the victim of a violent crime.

It is still too early to say

if the crime was premeditated.

Freie Presse Brandenburg.
Who decided to lie about Erdem's death?

The decision

to withhold news of Orkan Erdem's death
for 24 hours,

was made in the interest of security

and the Germany-Turkey match
and was made jointly

with the German Football Association

and members of Orkan Erdem's family.

We'll be taking question now.

Berlin SES Magazine,
Can you assure concerned Turkish residents

that the German police are looking into
radical right-wing motives?

We've got our best investigators,

some of whom are of Turkish descent,
on the case.

We are investigating this angle.

Nguyen from the BEZ. What about the rumor
that Turkish nationalists are behind it?

They've long been giving Erdem a hard time
for deciding to play for Germany.

[Seiler] At this time we can't rule out
any motives, but we are looking into this.

[Nguyen] Can you tell us
what happened at the scene

after Orkan Erdem's body was identified?

-[Seiler] What is it you want to know?
-[Nguyen] What procedures were followed?

Who was on duty?
How long before Forensics arrived, etc.?

[Seiler] I'm sorry,
I cannot comment on internal procedures.

With that I'd like to close out
today's press conference.

You can find out more information
on our live newsfeed. Have a nice day.

[Thor] Kurt?

-Yes?
-The cops are the good guys, right?

-Of course. Why do you ask?
-I want to be a policeman when I grow up.

Good idea.
We're always looking for brave boys.

[phone rings]

ANONYMOUS CALLER

-Yeah?
-[Tomo] Okay, Grimmer.

You want a war? You can have it.

-I have the money.
-Why don't I believe you?

Half of it is here.
The rest I can get to you by tonight.

Listen, you have my word.

-[ticking]
-I would never put my family at risk.

8:00 p.m., Restaurant Konoba.
The delay is costing you another five.

[in Croatian] Asshole.

-Shit
[Thor makes shooting sounds]

[unsettling sounds]

[snoring]

[Baby coughs and whines]

-[quietly] Hey...
-[baby screams]

Hey, come here.

[calmingly] Hey, come here.
Come here, come here.

Hey, come here.

Hey, buddy,
what do you think about breakfast?

Mm! Here we go.

-Come here. Come here
-[phone rings]

Mm...

Kurt? What are you doing here?

Good?

[TV in background]

Back in a sec. [kissing sounds]

I don't know how this could happen.

Normally Erik always wakes me up,
but this morning...

-You were too fucked up.
-I'm so sorry.

Bine, this can't go on.
You've got to sort out your shit.

-Really fast.
-[Bine] I know.

SCHMAUS'S STATEMENT OF INTEREST?

Are you serious?
You think I'm in the mood right now?

I thought maybe a makeup quickie.

Wake up. Damn it, you!

Do you have any idea
what's going on out there?

Can you imagine that I might have
more important things to do

than patching up your kids
and fucking you?

Hey, big guy. It's all good.

The door was stuck.

[door closes]

Bine...

This...

This has to stop.

[she sniffles]
What's that supposed to mean?

That means...

[softly] grow up baby.

Stop feeling sorry
for your fucked up childhood.

-Get your shit together.
-You said you'd help me.

I know.

-That's why I'm leaving.
-[sobbing] No.

[she sobs]

[she sobs]

[she cries]

-[sad music]
-[door squeaks]

[Nike] I'm just a bored,
unfucked housewife.

I drive a Benz, my kids are so awesome!

[muffled vibrating, slow beats]

Hello?

-Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
-We're closed.

-Really? The sign says...
-[yells] We're closed!

Jesus! Fine.

[breathes heavily]

This shit with Orkan
is actually a good thing.

Without it, we'd never have gotten
Bou'Penga. And he delivered big time!

What's up? Something wrong?

Uh, we...

Bou'Penga...

The locker room was guarded.
The security had guns.

[tires screech to a halt]

We were unarmed.
We didn't have a chance.

Bou'Penga missing the penalty
was an accident.

[tense music]

We want our new line
to radiate power and speed,

yet be elegant and refined
at the same time.

The quality of the German brand

will be complemented
by African imagination and color.

We think you're going to be a star,
making you the perfect fit for our brand.

Let's move on to the finances.
What kind of figures are we looking at?

We're offering a package deal
that includes commercials,

various print campaigns
and social media appearances.

The whole shebang.

When Raphael was born, that very night

I buried his umbilical cord
in the center circle of a football field

and I prayed that he would become
a professional footballer.

-And God heard my prayers.
-Seriously? You did that?

-Cookies, anyone?
-Thanks.

-I'll have to look at the contracts.
-[doorbell]

Of course.

[knocking]

What's up?

[unsettling music]

Hey, keep calm.
We're here to make you an offer.

-What the fuck. I don't know you.
-But you know her, don't you?

Take a good look. You know her, right?

-Raphael?
-[mother] Raphael? Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

I'll be right back. Just a minute.

Come on, let's talk.

-[Grimmer] What's up?
-[Erol] Where are you?

-I'm checking Schmaus out, like you said.
-You haven't been there yet?

No shit, Sherlock.

Okay, can I ask you
where you have been all this time?

No you can't.

-Why not?
-It's none of your fucking business.

Hey, we're partners...

[busy signal]

[dismal music]

Crazy, eh? I wouldn't have guessed
that bitch was underage.

But with all these ripe teens around
it's easy to get it wrong, huh?

[dirty laugh]

[sliding door]

Raphael? This is really important!

Give me a second.
I'll be right there. Okay?

Who are these people?

Friends. Friends.

-Oh yeah?
-Like I said, Dad. I'll be right there.

I swear, I'm coming.

What do you want from me?

In your next game you get a red card
in the first half, that's all.

And then, I swear,
no one will ever find out about this.

Not the sports world...

not your parents.

-A fair deal, right?
-I... I can't do that.

Believe me, my friend.

You can.

[ominous music]

[door opens]

I'm sorry, Mr. Schmaus,
this woman just burst in here.

-What are you doing here? Who are you?
-Trinity Sommer.

Public affairs and communications
coordinator for the GFA.

Thank you.

I'm here to save your ass.

We know you were providing footballers
with all sorts of illegal entertainment.

-How do I know you're not tricking me?
-We have mutual interests, Mr. Schmaus.

Sorry, but do you think I'm nuts?
I'm calling the police.

There's no need.
They're on their way anyhow.

-There's someone here from the police.
-Um...

Stall him.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

[Sommer] Now pull yourself together
and do exactly what I say.

You go out there
and listen to his questions.

When he mentions your football clients
refuse to comment.

I'll talk to your lawyer
and come up with a plan, got it?

Yeah, okay.

Okay, I'm ending
this very important meeting.

What an idiot.

[Grimmer] Mr. Schmaus?

Huh?

[camera clicks]

[repeated camera clicks]

[knocking]

What have I done to deserve flowers?

Isn't it normal to give a woman flowers?

Not giving flowers is weird.

Come on. Why the flowers?

So make something up if you have to.

Firstly, to apologize.

I didn't mean to scare you yesterday.

I'm not a criminal, I'm a...

bodyguard.

-What if I don't need a bodyguard?
-Every woman needs it.

Wow, cowboy...

Did you ride in
from the 60s on your chopper?

The days when all a man needed

was a leather jacket, balls
and a bunch of flowers to get a woman

to bend backward are over.

Those days will never be over.

And secondly?

That was the "firstly."

Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date.

Did you forget? I'm married.

-To the wrong guy.
-No.

But thanks for the flattering offer.

[tense music]

The offer stands.

[bell rings]

[engine roars and rumbles]

[melancholy music]

[quietly] Fuck.

What are you doing?

Growing up.

But you are grown up.

You can always grow up a bit more.

This is the sketch we got based on
the eyewitness account Meiser gave us.

Anyone you know?

[Erol] The DA has authorized the trace
on Qays Jandoubi.

The APB's already out.
Check the airports too.

-[quietly] Murad, what are you doing here?
-You wanted me to spy. I saw something.

Don't come here again.
It's too dangerous, okay?

Okay, what did you see?

I got an assignment,
to watch Späti,

watch who went in and out of his shop.

When was that?

After the Turkey game, late last night.

Where did you watch him from?

From a preschool across the street.

Okay.

And who gave you the assignment?

You can talk freely, Murad.
You're safe here.

[door opens]

-Now is not a good time. I've got this.
-Hey, we're partners.

[Grimmer clears his throat]

Okay, again. The job to keep an eye
on the betting shop, who gave it to you?

Spit it out.

Kareem.

-What?
-[Grimmer] Again, so we can all hear it.

Kareem Tarik-Amir.

[Erol] Kareem? Okay.

Okay, good. So what did you see?

Not much at first. It was boring.

When the little guy finally came out
to lock up I was ready to go.

But suddenly there was three guys
and they pushed him back into the shop.

I went over to see what was going on,
but then I hear a shot and run away.

Did you see who fired the shot?

[silent]

You say there were three men.
Can you describe them?

Yes, I can.

[Tom] Okay,
so you said the face was wider.

So, maybe...

There, according to your description
that you said to me...

-[sighs] And what did Schmaus have to say?
-He wasn't there.

Okay...

Can I guess?

-What?
-Where you were this morning.

With your Nazi friends, perhaps?

[sighs] What the fuck?
You looking for a fight?

So it's true?

-What?
-That you have a problem with Kanaks.

It was a youthful indiscretion. These days
I only have problems with assholes.

Got it.

You want to write my bio?
Why are you digging around in my past?

I don't give a shit about your past.

Unless it explains
why you're half-assing this job.

Why you don't seem to give a shit

whether or not we solve
the murder of some Kanak.

-Come with me.
-[door opens]

-Come here.
-Whoa! Okay.

-Now what?
-Let me tell you something.

I know I've got a reputation.
I'm sure it's earned.

But if you ever again suggest I don't give
a shit about a case, I will destroy you!

Do I make myself clear?

Loud and clear.

I want every killer. Every one.

And, unlike you, I don't give a shit
if he's a Tarik-Amir or not.

We both have our reasons for being here,
you as much as me.

But in the end we will get the killer.
I guarantee that.

That's okay.

So, where were you this morning?

[Grimmer scoffs] Really? Shit.

[door opens]

Here you are, lovebirds.
Come on, Murad's done.

[exhales]

[Tom] This is number one.

-[Grimmer] Mm-hm.
-[Tom] Number two.

-And number three.
-[Erol] Thanks, Tom.

[Tomo] 8:00 p.m., Restaurant Konoba.
The delay is costing you another five.

Hey, don't these mugs look familiar? Hm?

-Yeah, they do. They're in...
-The Kovac clan.

-Exactly.
-That's reason enough to pay them a visit.

Not so fast. Murad saw these guys
at night from across the street.

And you think maybe recognizing
Kovac's man is enough for a warrant?

Yeah. That sums it up right.

[Tom] Okay, with regards to our idea
that the betting mafia's involved,

our software didn't pick up
any unusual betting before the match.

There you go, that Kareem Tarik-Amir
gave Murad the assignment is our lead.

-We need to focus on Kareem's next move.
-Okay, don't let me stop you.

You stay really focused,
we'll go after Kovac, okay?

Let's go.

[Grimmer] We think
the qualifier might have been fixed,

meaning there's a possible connection
between Erdem's murder and Späti's.

That's why I have arranged
for reinforcements,

and so we are bringing in the team
initially assigned to handle Späti's case.

-Ah!
-Speak of the devil.

Warm welcome.

The tables are in the back.

Over there.

Okay, here's the plan.

We are splitting into teams so we can hit
the Kovac key betting shops all at once.

Bruno, Lars, you're running
the raids in Wilmersdorf.

Organized Crime is helping us out,
they will take Kreuzberg.

Hans and I take Charlottenburg.

[rap music]

["Gib Geld" by Coup plays]
♪ Hand it over, hand it over ♪

[indistinct yelling]

♪ Hand it over
Hand it over ♪

Nothing.

Fuck!

Police!

[indistinct yelling]

♪ Hand it over
Give it here ♪

♪ Hand it over
Hurry up ♪

♪ Make it more, make it more
Hand it over, give it here ♪

[indistinct yelling]

♪ Make it more
Make it more ♪

[man] One hundred.

[man] And another hundred.

[Grimmer] Yeah, good work.

Keep it up.

[phone notification]

RAIF

YO, BRO, TALKED TO SECURITY.
ALL-ACCESS TO HAFTBEFEHL DONE DEAL!

[Murad] Where are you going?

I'm taking you somewhere safe.

But I am safe.

[Erol] You'll both be staying
with my sister for a while.

It's for your protection.

You're a principal witness
in a murder investigation.

But no one saw me and the Kovacs
are too chicken to come to Kaiserwarte.

-[Erol] Hi. Hello.
-Hi.

So, this will be your room.

It used to be Erol's.

It's lovely. Isn't it, Murad?

Can I talk to Murad alone please?

[Maïssa] Sure.

1ST PLACE

You used to rap?

-You're kidding? I'm a legend.
-Show me your skills.

Right here, right now?

-All talk, no walk, huh?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay.

♪ Hey, yo, fresh flow, when I come
Bitches be so heavy ♪

♪ I'm tight
Kick that shit from Berlin to Kuwait ♪

-What is it? What? Was?
-Please stop.

Kid, don't give me shit.

Okay, it's your turn, hm?

But no freestyle, I want the truth.

Do you know why I brought you here?

Not to hide from Kovac's people,
but from Tarik-Amir.

What did they give you to lie to me?

Tarik-Amir, Tarik-Amir...

That's what you want to hear.
I didn't lie to you.

Don't fuck with me, Murad!
We have a deal.

You didn't see Kovacs people
because you weren't there.

Of course I was!
You wanted to know all this stuff.

Do you know what Kareem will do to me
if he finds this out? I'm risking my life.

Okay, good.
I just needed to get that off my chest.

Getting you involved wasn't right
and I'm sorry. Okay?

Yeah, sure, but it's too late now.
You're still a fucking cop.

Yeah, that's right.
And that's why I'm protecting you.

Hey! What the fuck?
Open the fucking door, man!

-[sister] Is that really necessary?
-Man, open the door!

It's for his own safety. He's 15
and into something he doesn't understand.

Let me out, man! [knocking]

I'm sure this isn't necessary,
but it's an old police habit.

This way we can all be sure
everything's okay

and the apartment's safe.

Don't worry,
you're in good hands with Dilara.

Look, here.

[man] A bundle of tens. 1,000 in total.

-[phone rings]
-[man] 1,000.

[Grimmer] Yeah?

-[Seiler] How are the raids going?
-Just perfect.

The football association
is putting the pressure on.

They're nervous about bad press.
That's why they want to talk to you.

-Is that okay?
-Absolutely not okay.

They were more than helpful that night,
and we owe them one.

Vice President Laubach
is going to put in a personal appearance.

I see.

I'm sorry to have to bother you again.
Do you know this man?

Of course we do.
That's Kareem, Kareem Tarik-Amir.

He was our neighbor in Kaiserwarte.

Did you by any chance notice if Orkan
was in touch with Tarik-Amir recently?

What are you getting at? Of course not.

The guy's a criminal.

Do you think my brother would associate
with someone like that?

-Maybe not on purpose, but...
-Never!

I would've known about it.

Listen, if you drag my brother's name
through the mud with rumors,

you'll be hearing from our lawyer.

Gel Baba, he's just upsetting you.

[in Turkish] One moment, Son.
You think just like the others, right?

If a Turk is dead he must be mixed up
in some illegal dealings, right?

Congratulations!
You think just like a German.

[rumblings in Turkish]

Wait a second.

Um... A few...

A few weeks...

A few weeks ago
Kareem came up to me in a club.

He asked for Orkan's number.

Did you give it to him?

I didn't want him to think
that I thought he was a criminal.

And do you know
if he got in touch with Orkan?

Thank you. That's a big help.

[phone rings]

-[Grimmer] Make it fast, busy day today.
-[Laubach] See the black car to the right?

Across the road.

So...

how's the investigation going?

Just fine, Mr. Laubach.

Is Orkan Erdem's murder
connected to betting?

We are not ruling out anything.

It'd be good if we solved this soon.

To put an end to all the speculation.

-We're doing our best. Are we done?
-[he laughs]

You can probably imagine how we feel

about your investigation
into sports betting.

You're concerned stories of match-fixing
could ruin football's image.

There is no match-fixing
in professional football.

The stadiums bring in millions every week.
Billions are spent on TV rights.

For the money they pay,
people expect a clean game.

There's no such thing as clean.

It might be a good lesson
for people to learn.

[laughs quietly]

Of course we respect
the independence of the force

and would never want to influence
your investigations.

But the sooner you see that they're moving
in the wrong direction...

the more generous
the football association will be.

We can see, Mr. Grimmer,
that you're a man

who likes acts of generosity.

You think so, huh?

Mm-hm.

Like you said,
"There's no such thing as clean."

Give our conversation some thought
and then call this number.

No thought needed.

Really?

I catch on fast.
If you do too, I'll make you an offer.

[phone rings]

-Hans?
-Bingo! I found something. Get over here.

[Dilara] Hey!

[tentative] I'm going out, okay?

May I ask where?

The movies. With a girlfriend.

Okay. Have fun.

[tense music]

[unsettling music]

[music drowns out conversation]

[Raif] Come on, I'll take you home.

Thanks, but you don't have to.

What? Of course I do.

I'm not going to leave a lady
alone at night in this jungle.

That's really nice, but I'll be fine.

What's the problem?

Look, we moved somewhere else.

And the police don't want anyone
to know where it is.

I get it.

What did you get?

-You still think I'm just like my cousins.
-No!

Know what that's like?
No matter where I go, I'm never me!

For the potatoes I'm a Kanak,
for the Kanaks I'm a Tarik-Amir.

A Tarik-Amir, that's it!

See you.

-Raif?
-Yeah?

Most people are living a lie.

They think that they're safe.

They think things happen to other people,
but things happen.

They just happen. They just do.

It's like there's a car accident
and your father's dead.

And, as if that's not enough,
you have to go to the hospital

and tell your mom who has cancer,
and a month later she's dead too.

Do you understand?

I have to protect Murad.

Because I don't have the illusion...

of safety anymore.

Hey...

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'll call you a cab.

No.

[exhales loudly]

[tense music]

Drive me home.

[key turns in lock]

Hm... Your friend Raif...

Yeah?

He's okay.

-Really?
-Mm-hm, really.

See, I told you.

[she laughs]

-[in Arabic] Good night.
-Good night.

Murad!

Move your ass!

Haftbefehl is waiting.

[suspenseful electronic music]

[music slows down]

[door closes]

Let's get you on stage.

[Erol] Where's Grimmer?

[man] Still inside.

[Hans] Ka-ching, ka-ching!

-[Hans] Fresh from the ATM.
-[Grimmer] Ah, that smell!

[Hans] Fresh from the ATM.

[they growl and howl triumphantly]

[phone rings]

-[Grimmer] Yeah, it didn't work out.
-Fuck you! You're dead!

Hey, I did everything I could
to stop the raids from happening.

[silent]

You owe me money and think you can fuck me
with the cops? What's wrong with you?

-Do you think you're bullet proof?
-Like I said, I couldn't stop the raids.

You could have warned us.

I wasn't involved.
My partner organized it.

[tense music]

Someone has to pay for what happened
today, and someone will pay.

-[Tomo] What is this?
-[Grimmer] 50K.

Like I said, I always pay my debts.

-[Tomo laughs]
-[phone rings]

You're paying your debt to me
with my money?

No. I had a hunch. Turkey-Germany.

[phone rings]

Paula?

Come home right now.

Why? What's up?

I know who threw that rock this morning.

Your brother is here. He's not alone.

Those fuckheads!

I'm coming.

[phone rings]

Yeah? Karsten Nguyen. Hello?

Hello?

Detective Birkan?

Are you ready to talk about Kurt Grimmer?