All language subtitles for Banksters.S01E01-EDITH

Is it there?

Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,
thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six...

-I'm hungry, Yusuf.
-Thirty-seven, thirty-eight...

-I want breakfast.
-Forty, forty-one, forty-two...

Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...

-Bring it on.
-I've had enough.

Soner, give me 20,000.

-How much?
-I said 20,000.

Have you done your math homework?

Nope.

Not just small notes.

That's what I'm doing.

Thanks.

Selda, I'm taking your car.

Thanks. Bye.

Security in the branches
of the Berlin Kreditunion Bank

is not at its best.

The ongoing series of bank robberies...

On Wednesday, another branch
of the Berlin Kreditunion Bank...

It has never been so easy
to get hold of a few hundred thousand..

A branch of Berlin Kreditunion Bank
was affected...

A call was made
to the emergency services....

A safety deposit room
was robbed at a branch

of the Berlin Kreditunion Bank
in Friedenau...

-Have you closed your account yet?
-I've got nothing in it anyway.

Seriously,
how stupid do the Berlin police look?

They're arresting anyone and everyone,

while the real robbers are out there,
laughing their heads off at the police.

I wouldn't want to be
the poor devil in charge.

Coming up next, the new song...

Baba?

Baba?

Perfect timing.

I kiss your eyes.

-Simit?
-Yes.

Chai?

I'll kill him this time.

Dariusz!

Those were the plates.
I heard it clear as day!

Man...

Dariusz!

It's okay.

-How is it okay?
-Well... A few didn't break.

It's turned out nice, Baba.

Honestly. It looks pretty good.

Yeah?

Really?

I swear.

The kitchen's arriving Monday, right?

I don't want it, Yusuf.

I want you to stop
this damn day trading thing.

Everything's okay. It's nothing.

Go see.

It'll be the glasses this time.

Dariusz?

What am I going to do with you?

Go, go!

Go, go, go...

Go, go!

-Hello!
-What's wrong with you?

Hey!

Come on,
stick it in the back of the net.

-What are the cops doing here?
-No idea.

Stick it in the net.

Come on, Yusuf, as we do it in training.

Go, Yusuf!

Yes!

Get down!

Nice goal, kid.

Well done.

EIGHTEEN MONTHS

BEFORE THE ARREST

Come on. Load it up.

Come on.

If we hurry,
I can drop you off at school.

You don't have to.

-You should take care of your own stuff.
-What?

Not just delivering vegetables, Baba.

Pay off your debt from the snack bar.
Plan what you'll do next.

Plan?

I've never had that luxury.

Baba.

Come on. It's fine.

You'll need it for your big plans.

You'll do better than me one day.

BERLIN KREDITUNION
TAX OFFICE: 8118 euro

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Eight thousand, 100, 200, 20.

What are you going to do with this,
if you don't mind me asking?

Could you transfer it
to the tax office, please?

Make it look as if it came
from my dad's account.

What's your father's name?

Mohammed Arslan.

Just one moment, please.

-Yes?
-We've got a special case.

I'm coming.

Mr. Arslan...

But the wrong one, unfortunately.

What does that mean?

Do you want me to explain this to you,
or is it clear enough?

A hundred twenty thousand?

It would be better in black, right?

Right on time, my little lamb.

Sit down.

Mom will also be here soon.

It looks good.

Come with me.

Baba, the salad's done.

Soni, Soni, Soni...

Close the door.

Is something up with my car?

Here.

What's this?

His bank statement.

He was talked into getting a loan

and now he can't afford to pay it back.

A hundred and twenty euro?

Why would they do that?

He earns so little.
He'll never be able to pay them back.

I closed my savings account,

and used the money
to pay the tax office.

What?

All your money?

From your vacation jobs?

All your savings?

I bought food with the rest.

What does Mom say?

I don't think she knows how much we owe.

You can imagine what'd happen.

She'd freak out.

Hi.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hi.

So?

Why are you hanging around
in the corridor?

That looks good.

You look good.

I'm not saying anything.

Definitely not.

Hi.

So?

Did you sleep well?

Tell me why I'm here.

Yusuf Arslan.

Things aren't looking good for you.

You screwed up, kid.

I understand German better than Turkish.

Or are you Turkish?

Everyone tries to act tough at first.

But that changes very quickly.

And then you're grateful we're talking
to you, and that we'll help you.

Custody until your trial.

That'll bring you to heel.

And then you'll have
to serve your sentence.

And what's that going to be?

God knows.

Ten years?

Just in terms of procedure,

shouldn't I be talking
to a lawyer first?

Or making a call to get a lawyer?

Where are you?

At the police station.

For the whole night?

Yes.

Were they hard on you?

Don't put up with any nonsense.

They've all been very... obliging.

Selda, go into my room, okay?

Please.

Okay.

Now what?

-My desk.
-Yes.

My God, I don't believe it.

Soner got an E in math.

Selda, focus.

Yes.

There's an envelope stuck
underneath my desk.

Open it. Call her.

Dr. Julia Rieger?

Call her.

Who is this?

My lawyer.
I'm going to be held in custody.

Can we carry on?

I need a couple of sweaters.
Underwear, shower shoes.

Bring me a book.

Yusuf, I'd better let Mom and Dad know.

No, don't!

Please just do as I say.

She's letting my lawyer know.

Fine.

Take those fucking shoes off.
You're ruining my floor.

Right.

Here. We don't want you freezing
to death before we lock you up.

Wassup, bro?

This is Soner-Man,
the Deathclaw of Moabit.

What do you want?

Answer your fucking phone, Deathclaw!

It's a good sign
that you called your sister.

What does she do?

She's studying mechanical engineering.

That will make you look good.

Mechanical engineering:
the district attorney will like that.

Solid. Emancipated.

Perfectly integrated.

She's probably a real sweetheart, right?

Yusuf and you are in deep shit!

-I know nothing.
-Don't talk crap.

You're the Watson to his Sherlock.

-Listen to what he said.
-What?

He said...

The rebels need to know
that the Death Star is coming.

Death Star. Got it.

And...

Alderaan has to be evacuated.

I need to go home.

-I'm going to see him.
-Bye.

-Run!
-Okay.

Your parents are separated, right?

Let's look at it this way:

after your parents separated,
and your father went bankrupt,

you didn't know what else to do.

I get that.

My parents divorced
when I was young too.

Listen,

here's what I'd suggest:

Be brave.

Confess.

Wipe the slate clean.

Pay back what you still have.

And tell us who the others are.

Your buddies.

What buddies?

Or was it your family?

Robbing a bank. Okay.

It happens.

Six times?

Fine.

You're not the first.

But you made a huge mistake.

Fuck with the bank,

and you fuck with the state.

And now the state is fucking you.

The full weight of the law
will come down on you.

Ten years.

You're an employee at the bank.
You ripped off your own people.

That's dumb!

Come on, connect.

CHECKMATE

MESSAGE SUCCESSFULLY DELIVERED

Where's the money?

Where's the money?

Shit.

Shit. I don't believe it.
Where's the fucking money?

FIFTEEN MONTHS

BEFORE THE ARREST

The next student in the class of 2004

is Yusuf Arslan,
the class valedictorian.

Congratulations.

CERTIFICATE OF GENERAL UNIVERSITY

"Average mark: A++."

How can you get a better mark than an A+?

He gets it from me.

I have to go, my darlings.

Stay a bit longer.

Antje has stayed late,
but the twins are due tonight.

I can't do that to her.

Bye. Ciao.

Whatever you do, don't marry a midwife.

Mr. Arslan...

All doors are open to you.

How would you know that?

What do you mean?

Does Mom know how much debt we're in?

Yusuf...

Not now. Please.

-I'll see you later, okay?
-What about Mom?

Dad, you've got to tell her.

Do you think I didn't notice
that you paid the tax bill?

You're heavily in debt.

Was it from your savings account?

Yusuf...

You have to repay more,
not just the interest.

Self-pity won't pay for anything.
It just drags you down.

You need to make a plan
and you need to tell Mom.

Put it off, and it'll just get worse.

What's your plan? Tell me!

What's your plan?
What do you want to do?

You know what I've always imagined
for you? The way you are now?

You, as a banker,

a lawyer, a civil engineer.

It's from a foundation.

A kind of scholarship.

I can go wherever I want with it.

They'll support me. I'll have to see.

European law in Brussels,

law in Hamburg, Mannheim,
or Passau.

Or business studies and ethics.
Bayreuth is supposed to be good.

You'd leave, then?

That's... That's great.

You have to do it.

You'll do great things! I know that.

Okay?

I won't be back till tomorrow.

At 4:00 p.m.
I'll come and get you, I'm telling you.

When were you thinking of telling me?

When they throw us out of here?

Hello!

Hanna, we won't be thrown out.

-And is this everything?
-What else could there be?

I don't know.

You never open the mail,
you pay bills whenever you feel like it

I'm completely justified in asking you

if there's anything else
you're not telling me.

That's everything, I promise.
Now leave it, will you?

Stop it. Stop it!

Stop promising.
I don't want to hear it anymore!

Why do you do that?

You don't need to make promises.

They're just empty words.
Nothing happens.

Just words? I'm not doing anything?

So now I'm a liar to you?

You know very well
I'd do anything for you.

I don't know where we're going to get
the money.

We can't ask my parents again.

That's over 100,000 euro, Momo.
Where are we going to get it?

I'll think of something.

Why would I believe you?

You're completely blind.

You'll end up broke,
because you won't do anything.

Hanna...

No.

I...

-I can't do this anymore.
-I need more time.

-No. I can't... I need to think.
-Hanna!

Are you leaving?

Where are you going, Mom?

I have to... think about something.

You knew, didn't you?

How much debt we're in?

My clever boy.

No one can fool you.

I'm sorry.

She's not leaving, okay?

She'll be back.

MR. ARSLAN, CONGRATULATIONS

Welcome, Mr. Arslan.

Have a seat, please.

So you want to apply
for an internship with us.

Show us the diploma results again,
please.

Your diploma results are impressive.

Top marks.

What does it take to be a valedictorian?

It's a lot of...

You're a fellow German.

What languages do you speak fluently?

German, English, French.

And Turkish, right?

Yes. And Turkish.

Just one more question, Mr. Arslan.

When Turkey plays soccer
against Germany,

which team do you support?

Honestly?

Turkey.

No question.

Well, then, welcome
to Berlin Kreditunion Bank.

Here you go.

Nine out of ten people would have lied.

But not you, Mr. Arslan.

Honest people are always welcome here.

Yes, we can use someone like you.

Thank you.

The money can't have disappeared.

Has he put it somewhere else?

When? Where? I've looked everywhere.

Someone's stolen the money. For sure.

What should I do?

I don't know either.

It's important that the police
don't find the money.

Is Dad there?

No, thank God.

Look for the money.

Soni.

Hungry?

I've already eaten.

Son.

How many times have I told you
not to eat this stuff?

I want to see Yusuf Arslan.

Hello, first of all.

Hello.

Yusuf Arslan, please.

Sorry, say it again?

Yusuf Arslan.

Okay. And your name is?

Selda.

Selda Arslan.

The big sister?

Yes.

Coffee or tea?

I want to see my brother.

I made it clear to him
how much trouble he was in.

So firstly, he needs to confess
and tell us who else was involved.

And secondly?

We've done the math.

All six robberies,

one or two million.

So, if you want to help your brother,
I'd cooperate.

Smart.

Probably a rental car.

Best-selling model
of the last five years.

And stolen license plates.

Always the same pattern.

In the afternoon, no customers,
no one around,

no resistance from the employees.

Always a good distance
from the nearest police station.

I have a question...

What makes you think it's my brother?

That could be anyone.

Somebody pointed at your brother.

POLICE CLUELESS,
BANKS HELPLESS, MONEY GONE

An anonymous letter.

It's great.

Listen to this.

"If you want the bank robberies to stop

compare this photo

with the Berlin Daily News
from October 31.

The man is called Yusuf Arslan."

And you believe that?

-Someone writes...
-Now listen to me!

That's your brother!

Do you know
what I've had to put up with?

Your brother and his pals
are making fools of us all,

and the press is having a field day,
but now I'm bringing this home.

In custody until the trial.

I'll gather evidence,
catch the other idiots.

If your brother plays it cool,
no problem.

That's why I'm relying on you now.

They ratted me out? Me?

And why only you?

Why did you bring this?

Because you'll be here for a long time
if you don't talk.

Is it gonna be the same as usual?
Yusuf on autopilot?

You'll only talk
when you've got it all figured out?

You'll deal with everything?

"Yusuf can do everything on his own."

Don't you get it?

You have to give a statement.

You have to give the money back.

And the others
have to turn themselves in.

We have an agreement.

They're friends. We stick together.

What if you're the only idiot
who sticks to the agreement?

Or just one of them?

And you know what?
Someone has stolen all your money.

Give me the names.

-Did Soner do what I told him to?
-Yes.

Yes, he wrote to them.

I think he did... I don't know.
Give me the names.

Or shall I ask Soner?

They can hold me 24 hours
without a court order

and that's nearly up.

Then they'll get an arrest warrant
and search the apartment tomorrow.

Cool. And Dad will drop dead.

That's why he has to be out.

Selda, promise me...

Dad has to be out.

Why should I promise you anything?
You don't give a shit what I say.

Leave everything to me.
And the lawyer.

You don't have to do anything.

You idiot.

How are we supposed to hide this?

From Dad, yes, but from Mom?

There were loads of people at the match.
Do you know how fast this'll get around?

If Dad finds anything out now,
he'll mess everything up.

Give me four or five days,
and the lawyer will be ready.

Then it'll be fine.

With Mom...

We'll just have to manage.

"We"?

You think you can plan all this
and come out unscathed?

Selda?

I lost Dad's locket.

The one with Grandpa's photo in it.
At the soccer match.

Can you see if you can find it?

Please.

How are we going to get Dad
out of the apartment?

When do you reckon they'll come?

At sunrise.
It's what the cops always do.

Can we go? I'm tired.

No, keep looking.

And you'll tell me their names.

I can't tell you. I promised Yusuf.

You'll tell me their names.

Tell me their names!

I can only tell you one name, okay?

Arslan!

I'll find your pals. And the money.

They'll come clean.

Ten years.

-Give that to me!
-Is it yours?

-Give it!
-It's my new lucky charm.

You motherfucker!

Have a good journey.

Okay, okay.

Hello. Police.

I have a search warrant
for the home of Mr. Yusuf Arslan.

You can really relax here.

Three nights.

We'll take care of everything.

Hey, don't ruin the surprise.

I've got the best kids.

Okay.

Take care, Baba.

Drive carefully.

Of course.

Selda!

My phone.

Don't worry. You don't need it. Relax.

Here you go.

Thank you.

This is Hanna Arslan.

Leave a message after the tone. Thanks.

Hanna, it's me.

Can you check on the kids?
Something's not right.

CHECKMATE

Steven?

Stop running.

What's that all about?

Someone betrayed him.

I reckon it was you.