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"Whoever believes in free will has never loved and never hated."

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach, Philosopher

"Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering."

Yoda, Jedi Master

TODAY

"VICTORY CEREMONY"

Nothing? You too? Also nothing?

We've got reports from every place we raided.

Nothing. All the buildings are empty.

Clean as a whistle.

We arrested a few people,

confiscated documents and hard drives, but nothing.

It's impossible.

These are his stash houses. We know that.

How did he clear it all out so quickly?

We kept the need-to-know group small.

You're right. A very small group.

The same team.

And we came out empty-handed twice.

Only three of us knew about both raids.

Rafika, me...

-And you. -What's that supposed to mean?

You tell me.

-A mole? -Interesting theory, Bruno.

Sounds better than "coincidence". It's definitely not Rafika.

I'm sure of that.

I'm also pretty certain it's not me.

Wait let me think... No, it's not me.

Watch what you say next.

Why? Because you'll tell Tarik-Amir?

Fuck you!

-Hey! -Fuck you!

-Calm down, man. -Fuck you, you fucking fag...

Go on, go on! Say it!

Say it out loud. I'm a faggot and you're a rat!

-You're crazy! -I know it's you!

I'll get you and fuck you up, you son of a bitch!

I'll report you to internal affairs. You can answer to them!

-I know it's you. -You're insane!

Calm down. What's wrong with you?

Erol, come. I want to show you something.

Come on, stop being an idiot. Come here.

-11 o'clock. Balcony. Second floor. -Fat guy in an ugly shirt.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

He's got nothing better to do than watch the street all day.

Look at the table.

Binoculars. Four cell phones.

I bet Hakim has got fat guys in ugly shirts

on every corner in every relevant area.

Tarik-Amir is watching us the whole time.

Hakim doesn't need a mole. All he needs is balconies and fat guys.

Guys who know how to use a phone and look through a pair of binoculars.

Look inside your heart, Erol. You know it's true.

Is the elevator down there?

What are you waiting for?

Listen.

I love that sound. That's the sound of 10,000 euro.

That's what we agreed. Ten grand, right?

That's what a useful tip-off is worth. Come here.

-But... -But your tip-off wasn't useful.

I gave you the right address.

The best tip-off is no use if I don't get what I want.

That Turkish cop got away, didn't he?

Hakim, that's not fair. I lost friends because of this!

Raif.

Look around.

Think you can have a room like this if you're always fair to people?

How many friends do you think I've lost to get here?

Come on. Yallah.

I only show this place to people I trust. What you got for your tip-off is my trust.

And that's worth a lot more than 10,000. Do you understand?

The next time you come here, you'll get what you deserve.

Cash in the hand or a bullet to the head.

Okay? It depends on you.

Don't give me that look. I'm joking! Come here.

Keep up the good work.

Okay? Next time you'll get cash for your studio.

Okay?

-Okay? -Okay.

Yallah.

Seven days.

Six dead.

And what are we doing?

Wasting major resources to raid empty warehouses!

I'm giving you everything the police has in its arsenal.

Every fucking thing!

Do you need helicopters? A tank perhaps? So you can raze whole areas to the ground?

I spend the whole fucking day on the phone getting questions...

FACTORY AT GEIGENAUER. NOW. ALONE.

The press is destroying me.

Chief of Police Bandlow is trying to get rid of me.

And what do I get from you?

I've got a question.

Maybe someone has an idea.

Who killed Orkan Erdem?

Got a motive? A lead?

And not one that ends up in empty warehouses.

What about suspects or evidence?

Spare me the Yugoslavian betting mafia!

The murder weapon? That fucking Lambo?

It's gold!

It must be incredibly hard to find. I want results now!

-We think Tarik-Amir-- -Yes! Tarik-Amir.

Then bring me a Tarik-Amir!

Preferably one with a gold Lamborghini

and some of Orkan Erdem's blood under his fingernails.

Maybe you'd be further if you weren't wasting energy

on this pointless witch-hunting in your own team.

When this started,

I put my ass on the line for you with Bandlow.

Now it's your turn.

If I don't give her something soon,

some players here will have to be replaced.

Yeah.

Okay. I've got nothing to add.

You know what to do. Check all the data on the hard drives.

Check the documents we found in the Tarik-Amir warehouses.

Find something we can use.

I'll be back in two hours.

You know why we're here.

It's not that much this time.

-I'll call the police! -Don't you dare!

Open the cash register.

Open up!

See you next week.

Murathan!

-What's up? -A difficult customer.

I used to come here a lot with my brother.

Do crazy shit. Race cars. Hit stones.

We made our first big deal here with some Bulgarian bastards.

I already knew drugs aren't my thing.

Where's the betting slip?

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

What do you want?

They say you're a good cop. Corrupt but clever.

What do you think I want?

-Kovac's betting business. -Done. Did a deal with Tomo's guys.

-I haven't seen him in a while. -He's gone. You guys chased him away.

It's as if we're working together.

-You took over his shops? -Not all. I'll have the rest soon.

Online betting is worth over a billion a year.

That's what I call a damn lucrative market.

People are begging us to take their money. They know they're going to lose.

I mean, I don't get it. You're a gambler too.

Tell me... What's the appeal of losing?

For me it means getting away from drugs.

Hey, that's good for you too. Betting means less violence.

-Orkan Erdem doesn't see it like that. -We didn't kill him. On the contrary.

I had a deal with him. I had him in my pocket.

He was supposed to help lose the game against Turkey by forcing a penalty.

I was seriously sweating when he didn't come out.

But it worked out at the end, right?

-And Späti? -That was you.

Your bet got him killed.

Späti knew about our deal with Orkan. I thought he betrayed us, passed on a tip.

Poor bastard swore it was a coincidence.

He was telling the truth.

If you've got the Kovacs too, what do you want from me?

Use your brains a little. Think about it.

-Something we both want. -Your brother?

He won't accept you taking over. You want me to lock him away.

Interesting.

I'm working on it.

It's not going well.

You're hanging around in empty warehouses.

-Take a closer look at our elevator shaft. -Where?

-In our building. -At your home? In the no-go-area?

There's a safe room full of money, coke, everything a cop could wish for.

All the money, all the drugs, they pass through Hakim's hands.

He doesn't wear gloves. You get me?

You never show up at our place, so he feels safe at home.

-Especially today. -His wedding?

The ceremony is at 5 o'clock. It's got to happen before.

That's impossible.

-Not after the disaster this morning. -You'll find a way!

If it doesn't happen before the marriage,

your betting slip will be making the rounds.

What's her name again? Kamila?

His business... and his woman.

It's none of your fucking business!

Okay, listen.

You raid my place. My apartment is clean, okay?

You do your cop shit.

Search everything, blah blah, the whole shebang.

-It's got to look convincing. -Yeah.

Then you let me go.

You'll get your connection between Hakim and the girl's death...

and Canberk's.

And as soon as Hakim is in prison... I get my betting slip?

No, no, no, my friend.

That's just the start of our collaboration.

It works like this. I get players, managers and referees.

I pressure them and toss cash their way. But that doesn't work with everyone.

And that's where you come in.

I need someone who finds the skeletons in the players' closets.

Who gets the dirt on them. So we can blackmail them.

Like I do with you, you understand?

Your job and your two families mean so much to you

that you could never say no to me.

Otherwise you lose everything and go to prison, okay?

You'll get a cut, of course. It's a win-win.

The wedding is in five hours.

-Where are you? -I met with an informant. I can't say who.

Hakim has a huge amount of drugs and money

in an elevator shaft at his place.

Bullshit. He wouldn't do that. That's the no-go-area anyway.

-What would happen if we marched in? -That's why he feels so safe there!

-How reliable is the info? -Hundred percent. We must act right now!

-We've got to tread carefully. -The stuff is at Hakim's now.

-Not yesterday, not tomorrow. Now! -Kurt. I just spoke to Seiler again.

He won't approve anything not directly linked to Erdem's murder.

Money and drugs aren't enough right now, okay?

Especially not for a war in the no-go.

The motto is probable cause.

We have to establish a link between Tarik-Amir and Erdem's death.

Okay, get in the car. You have to pick something up.

I'll send you the place and a list.

I want proper doctors!

-Not some Kanack quacks. -What's going on?

The neighbor called us, but she won't let us help her.

-Mom, what happened? -I don't want these Kanaks in my house!

You heard her. Fuck off.

-What happened? -Nothing.

Steffi called me.

-Said she found you on the stairs. -Steffi who?

Stefanie, from next door!

Oh, yeah... Her. I'm better now. I just felt a little dizzy.

I was busy all morning with the fucking cops.

They're still in the garage.

-Do you need anything? -Just you.

-Are you sure? -That I need you?

-No, I mean... -More than you can imagine, my boy.

I know I've hurt you.

I had high hopes for your brother.

Even today, I sometimes think I could...

It's hard for me to face the facts.

It's not easy for a mother to lose a son.

Please forgive me.

We all need you now.

The Brotherhood needs you. More than ever.

I betrayed their trust in me. They'll never forgive me.

Everything's fine. You brought back the money.

No, I didn't.

It's been dealt with.

Your loyalty has never been in question.

You brought back Henkenmaier from the field of battle.

In their eyes you're a hero. And in mine too.

You are the future of the Brotherhood.

You want Tarik-Amir?

This is the way. The only way.

DON'T LET YOUR DOGS CRAP ON THE LAWN!

Yeah, hello, it's me. I've found a gold sports car.

A sports car, a super fast one, just sitting here.

It's in Quedlinburger Street, where the big gas tanks are.

I was just taking my dog for a walk and--

No, no name. I don't want any trouble. Bye.

I see. But we don't have any choice right now...

Ms. Bandlow, I've got to call you back. I'm sorry.

We've got the Lambo. And that was in the trunk.

-Prints? -Being checked.

-Good. -It gets better.

I recognize this baseball bat. I saw one of Tarik-Amir with it.

That tape was put there by hand. It was this exact bat. I remember it.

-That's probable cause, right? -Yeah, I think so.

Enough to give Tarik-Amir a hard time, right?

Wait for the lab results. And keep going.

-That's not all. -I got a hot tip.

Hakim is stashing drugs and money at home in the no-go right now.

No way. Get out of here. Bye.

Seiler, the informant is a Tarik-Amir.

Who?

The stuff is at Hakim's own house, and a Tarik-Amir bat was in Erdem's car!

Two birds, one stone.

I know, the no-go.

But Hakim is marrying in three hours. The whole area will have wedding fever.

Mr. Seiler, I've been chasing Tarik-Amir for years.

If I end up raiding empty warehouses,

it's because these bastards are hard to catch.

If I ever had to go all in, then it would be right now.

Fingerprints on the baseball bat. From a Tarik-Amir.

Then I'll call the judge right away.

HOW'S IT LOOKING?

HOW'S IT LOOKING? ONLY TWO HOURS LEFT.

If we're going to work together, we can't have any secrets.

Whose baseball bat is that? We could go to prison over this.

Who is your informant?

Here you are.

So, several clear fingerprints from at least two people.

Only one of them is on our records. A man called...

Kareem Tarik-Amir.

Seiler, fingerprints on the baseball bat from none other than Kareem Tarik-Amir.

We need that helicopter! And the tank. See you at the courthouse.

-Yes? -The one time I wanna see cops, I don't.

Just one click and I send evidence of your betting shit

to the people who'll know what to do with it.

-Shall I press send? -No. Not yet.

One hour!

-Is Seiler here? -He just went inside.

We get the ball.

-You had it the last time. -No, we get it!

Okay, stop. Let's toss a coin.

If the barcode can't be read, you can put the number in by hand.

It often happens with the vases.

If there's something you don't understand, then just ask.

It's totally fine.

KURT MISSED CALLS & VOICEMAIL

We're doing a raid in Kaiserwarte.

A big one.

Please don't worry.

Everything is okay.

I just wanted to say that I'm thinking of you.

I love you.

The first target: Hakim Tarik-Amir, he lives on the top floor.

That's probably where he'll be, getting ready for his wedding.

The second target: his brother, Kareem Tarik-Amir.

He is probably in the same place or in his own apartment on the first floor.

Assume they'll resist arrest using force. The whole area will resist.

Hakim's wedding will give us a slight advantage,

but don't assume that will make it easy.

There's a reason we're in an armored truck.

Shit.

Hakim, the police are here.

On the right. Second floor. A lookout.

They know we're coming.

-What's wrong with you? Not now. - Take it. It's important.

Are you sure they're driving here?

Have you sent out the barricade signal?

Yallah! Close the street!

Welcome to the no-go.

Hold on tight!

Hakim! What is it?

No time to explain. The cops. Everyone out. Get Mom and Dad out.

Everyone out! Mom, Dad.

Come on, yallah!

Yallah! Get out.

Yallah, yallah, yallah.

Kamila, make sure Mom and Dad get out safely, okay? Yallah!

Come forward, kids. Come on.

Malik! Malik! Gather all the boys!

The cops! The cops

Yallah!

Maybe they're not ready because of the wedding.

They're ready. Don't worry.

Yallah, yallah!

Brother, what are you doing? You have to leave!

They're coming to my fucking home, on my fucking wedding day!

To our children! Those motherfucking sons of bitches!

They want Tarik-Amir? They'll get Tarik-Amir!

Those bitches! Let's go!

-What now, Grimmer? -Shit.

Barricade. We have to continue on foot.

Exit the vehicle!

Boss! If they get in, what do we do?

The safe room. We have to get rid of the stuff!

We have to make them retreat! Call more men from other areas!

Fuck off, you sons of bitches!

Fuck off!

They're firing shots and growing in size. We need reinforcements!

Fucking cop!

Carry on!

They're in my fucking house!

My house has to be defended! Everyone come here!

Yallah! Yallah!

Come on! Yallah!

Exit one clear. Exit two clear.

Yallah!

Yallah!

Oh, fuck.

Come on! Hey, Malik!

Get up!

Yallah! Everyone down! Yallah!

Fucking cops!

Police! Get down!

Police! Don't move!

Police!

Anyone here except you?

We'll take care of this. You guys get Hakim.

Stay here. I'll check the place.

Come here!

War! War!

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

Stand back!

Heading to the second target.

Secure the rooms.

-Clear. -Clear.

I'm clean and I've got nothing to do with my brother's business.

I just live here.

You just live here?

Sure.

-That... That's not... -Arrest him.

Show me your face, you fucking cunt!

Come on, get up! Hands behind your back.

-The betting slip will be sent out. -Move it!

Hakim, you don't stand a chance. Drop your weapon and come out!

Aykut!

Oh, fuck!

Yallah!

You dogs!

Follow him!

Come on!

Get down!

Stay here.

-Freeze! -Come here!

Huh? What's wrong?

Fuck you!

-My other colleague? -Down there.

God damn you!

Hakim! Freeze!

Motherfucker!

I'm coming!

Fuck. Those assholes.

It's just a graze.

...apparent use of heavy firearms.

Pungent smell in the air.

Heavily armed clan members. Heavy casualties. Speculation.

Together...

The situation appears to have escalated.

There are at least 35 injured, including 8 officers.

There are 37 suspects in police custody.

The level of threat is low, the situation is under control.

Evidence is still being collected. At the moment

Fuck you! Long live Tarik-Amir!

Hey! Come here.

Take over.

-What I said to him today... -Don't think about it. Forget it.

You see that? We've got them by the balls, man.

Nothing else matters.

Aykut would have wanted that too.

Seiler... Tomorrow. I'm done for today.

-I'm wondering who you got the tip from. -From your mom.

Fuck off!

Traitor!

Of course you show up at something like this.

I've been looking for you.

Are you the reason for this?

-These are bad people. -The women and children too?

The men brought the crime here.

Weapons, drugs.

The violence.

Okay, son.

If you believe in what you do, then it's okay.

You know, I had a pretty long day.

I'm hungry and I'm going home to make some food.

You can come if you want.

Is this how you help our neighborhood?

Germany, Germany, above all

Above all in the world

Germany, Germany, above all

Above all in the world

We drink to our comrade Johann Henkenmaier!

To Johann Henkenmaier!

Can I count on you?

Comrades...

the time for waiting is over.

You all saw what happened in Kreuzberg today.

The Kanacks rule over whole areas of the city!

Lawless areas.

For drug dealers, for pimps.

And we... We're supposed to hide?

Never!

The race war began a long time ago.

Comrades, it might seem a little early to choose a new president,

but we live in difficult times.

Times in which every day and every act counts.

Exactly!

And for me, there's no better time than now,

in view of our fallen hero...

to elect a new leader.

That's why I'm asking you now:

Who has lived for our cause since childhood?

Which one of us?

Ulf!

Who has committed himself body and soul to our cause?

Ulf!

-Ulf Grimmer! -Ulf!

And who never, despite his own brother's betrayal,

never stopped pursuing our cause?

Ulf Grimmer!

Who do you want to lead the Brotherhood into the future?

Ulf, Ulf, Ulf, Ulf!

It's hard to lose a comrade.

But it's even harder to lose a brother.

I put so much hope in my brother.

But I've come to terms with the harsh reality:

He is, and will always be, a traitor.

And as your leader,

I won't repeat my mistakes.

From now on, I have no family but you!

You are my life. To the people and the fatherland!

Give me a minute to get cleaned up. I'll be right back.

You've only got haram stuff in the fridge.

The food I'm making is halal. Don't worry.

How can you make halal out of only haram?

Why don't you sit down on the sofa? Make yourself at home.

How can I make myself at home here?

There's nothing that reminds me of home. Not even a Turkish carpet.

You are just like a German. Everything is so dead and cold here.

I am a German. Remember?

You know what I mean.

No, to be honest, I don't know what you mean.

Do you want to argue with me?

So their men brought crime and violence here...

-What did you say? -Nothing.

I was just thinking about what you said before.

Those men had brought guns and violence here.

-Yeah. -So...

Your response is the same: guns and violence.

Is that the right way to fight evil?

Some problems can't be solved with prayers.

What do you know about prayer?

What are you doing here anyway?

No one asked you to come back.

-I'm following God's way. -Fuck you.

Ever since I knew how to piss standing up,

you've practically been in an open relationship with God.

One day you're inseparable, the next you couldn't give a shit.

Just because you happen to be on some holier-than-thou trip,

doesn't mean you have to bring the whole family

down to your pathetic, narrow-minded level.

Your wife doesn't want to live with you anymore.

Your daughter is scared of you.

And I hate you!

Leave us alone!

Guido.

Let me introduce you to my father.

Guido. My boyfriend. My partner.

And yes, we like fucking each other in the ass.

...the streets...

What? I'm not allowed to talk to you anymore.

Take a look out the window. Please.

-If my sister sees you... -Then she'll kill me. I know.

-And she'd be right to. -So what now?

-What is that? -What does it look like, dude?

-Is that real? -No, Monopoly money.

Of course it's real, dude.

-Where did you get it? -Tarik-Amir.

But I'm finished with them. For good.

Good for you. Good luck.

Murad, I only did it to get the money for the studio.

That was all.

It was a mistake, I know.

But if we don't see this thing through, it was all for nothing.

There's enough people who can rap. Find someone else.

Murad, I don't just need a good rapper. I need a partner.

Come on. Give me a chance to put things right.

MAJOR RAID IN BERLIN SEVERE BLOW TO CRIMINAL GANGS

THE NEO-NAZI AND THE HOMO TURK

SASCHA FRÜHM MISSED 3RD PICK-UP DATE

PUBLIC ORDER OFFICE INFORMED

What happened?

The betting slip will be sent out.

Come in.

What's going on?

This is Sabine. My new employee.

Sabine, my husband, Kurt.

-I'm done in the back. -Great. Thanks.

Can you finish stocktaking here in the showroom?

I don't know.

I would like to send off the loss report tomorrow.

Sure. I'll just quickly call the baby sitter.

Thanks.

-Come on. -Yeah.

What the fuck?

Are you coming?

Sit down.

Not like this.

Not again.

Not another of those times when you want to talk, but say nothing.

There have been too many of those lately.

Have you asked yourself what that feels like for me?

Not knowing what's going on in your head.

Remember the first time we met?

You were a Nazi asshole.

Lost in the civilized world.

But I saw the good in you.

Remember what we promised each other back then?

We promised each other complete honesty.

Do you remember?

How could we lose that? Not just you. Both of us.

I'm having an affair.

With a Turk.

He wanted to extort protection money from me.

I don't know why, but I slept with him.

I wanted it.

We did it here...

on the floor this morning.

Say something.

Talk to me.

Complete honesty.

Listen, Paula.