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Every criminal was once a victim.

Monsters are not born. Monsters are made.

Empty your pockets. Take off your belt.

I don't have a belt.

Is there any money in that wallet?

Nah, I got...

I got just sixty euros.

We don't want anything missing, do we?

The watch... has to come off too.

Size?

One seventy-two.

Clothing size.

It's medium.

So... no matter what clothes I give you,

just take them straight off and get naked.

You're fucked anyway.

Don't listen to him.

Turn around.

Undress.

Take it off!

B'shem elohim.

You need to undress completely.

Open your mouth.

Tongue out.

Bend over.

Bend over!

Cough.

Okay, he's clean.

This is your prison suit for now.

You'll wear it until you get your clothes from outside.

If you're willing to lose everything, it's your own fault.

Everyone reaps what they sow,

because you decide what path you take

and which losses you are willing to accept.

Just know one thing:

The higher you rise, the harder the fall.

But the real question is: How much can you endure?

Welcome to Haps.

Top bunk.

Viktor, why act like that?

Everyone is against the Arabs,

the Russians, the Americans.

Kis ekhtak, just look at him. He's pissing his pants already.

If he pisses on the mattress,

I'll get all that mess on my face.

Sleep at the head of the bed, got it?

Mau, last card.

Mau, last card, blyat.

Mau-Mau, you sucker!

Who's a sucker?

I'm just messing with you, bro. I love you.

I kiss your eyes. I kiss your heart,

your ears, everything.

Why are you here?

Someone testified against me. I don't even know who,

but I'll be out soon anyway. I'm innocent.

Ah, innocent?

We're all innocent in prison, don't you know?

Listen, Blonde.

In here, we got ten Germans, seven pedos,

three junkies. So, what are you?

A junkie or a pedo? Why are you out early?

Are you a snitch? Did you double-cross someone?

No, I'm not a snitch, and I'm not a pedo either.

They're accusing me of selling weed, they did some kind of extrapolation,

and someone testified against me,

but it's all a mistake.

Estimate what? Lak, selling weed!

What are you on about?

Where in Berlin are you from?

Who let you sell weed?

Wallahi, Viktor, trust me.

I see it in his eyes: he's a pedophile.

Come, tell the truth, Blonde!

I'm not a pedo, I swear. I'm really not.

Yeah, you're innocent, I know...

Wallahi, he's fucking little kids.

Time for dinner.

Ivanov, you've got mail.

What's wrong with you Germans? Why always bread for dinner?

Same shit every day.

If you don't like it, go back where you came from

once you get out. But maybe you get lucky,

and they'll deport you before that happens.

Right, El-Hallak?

You'll never get rid of me. Never.

I'm stateless.

No pork for me, please.

Are you halal?

What?

Do you eat Moha meat?

What's Moha meat?

You know, Mohammedan.

Fuck your mother, you Nazi kelb!

What did you say, El-Hallak?

Fuck your mother.

You Nazi kelb. Two stripes.

You don't have any authority.

Ya sharmuta.

Oh, you think so?

Drecksler, disciplinary procedure. The TV is gone!

Get inside.

Hey, that's my TV, blyat.

What's that got to do with me?

-Thank El-Hallak for that. -Shut up, you bastard!

Listen, next time, don't go to the toilet when eating! Got it?

Okay, sorry, I didn't know. It won't happen again.

What are you making there, Khalil?

A butter candle, Blonde.

In Grunewald or Zehlendorf or wherever you're from,

no one has ever heard of it, right?

Why don't you eat pork? Are you Muslim?

No, you're not a Muslim. You're a Jew, Rothstein.

Ah, I don't care if you're Hindu, Buddhist,

exorcist. I don't give a fuck.

Exorcist is not a religion, blyat.

For sure, bro. Jay-Z, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé,

they're all exorcists.

I saw it on YouTube, wallah.

Shut up, blyat. You're the reason I can't watch TV.

Oh, come on, Viktor.

Okay, okay, do this.

Please, come on, do this. And you, move over there.

Yallah, over there. Keep going.

Now act like you've got a remote and you're flipping channels.

Let's go!

Jack! Jack! Rose, no! Jack!

Rose, please grab my dick. I need a boner, or I'll die.

It's very important. No, Jack. Yes, Rose.

Keep going, keep going.

My name is Tony Montana.

I swallow your bullets. I'm still standing.

Keep going, keep going, look here.

Hello, everybody. Welcome to motherfucking MTV Cribs.

Westside, Westside for life.

Yeah!

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture,

with the fuckers with the S,

N double O P, one of my closest homies,

what's the Tupac motherfucking G.

Westside for life. Rest in peace to my motherfucker

Tupac Amaru Shakur.

I love you.

You're really funny, Khalil. You could be a real comedian.

Is that what I think?

Hey, Khalil, blyat, don't lick that. It's for sale.

Yeah, sure, I know.

Here, blyat.

I kiss your eyes, abuseyunek ya habibi.

Wallah, if I weren't Arab, I'd be Russian:

Blyat, harasho.

This is for you, blyat, so you keep your mouth shut.

Thanks. Is it covered in LSD or meth?

That's crystal, blyat.

Crystal.

Thanks.

Hey,

we already met.

I'm Alex. Hi.

I'm Manfred.

Call me Manni if you want.

Manni, all right.

Your first time in jail?

Yeah, it's my first time, but I'm innocent here, really.

I know

we're all innocent. Ask anyone.

Guilty or not is relative.

You want to roll one too?

What are you in for?

Weed. Someone had a problem with me

and testified against me.

But you're not here because of fifty grams?

No, more like fifty kilos.

Yeah.

That's not much.

See the big guy over there? That's Mazlum.

He sold a couple of tons.

They call him the Dutchman.

Maybe you'll read about him in the newspaper.

Don't look there.

Shit, I wouldn't want to take a punch from him.

Everyone just calls him Abi in here.

He plays on a totally different level.

They're an organized crime group,

operating internationally.

You get the picture?

Do you know

that guy there?

The one with the beard and the gap in his teeth?

Holy shit, that's Khalil.

Palestinian-Lebanese, a real piece of work.

One guy hanged himself because of him.

Great, I'm sharing a cell with that guy.

What the fuck?

You better believe in resurrection.

So you're sharing a cell with Viktor too?

He's a strange fucking weirdo.

He killed someone in Germany.

-What? -No idea how many he killed in Russia.

Only the devil knows.

You got a lighter?

Come here.

He's gonna spend his life in PD for sure.

What is PD?

Preventive detention.

It's too dangerous to let him out.

He won't see the light of day again.

They're kind of like the Red Army.

They got badges, generals, officers, soldiers, and that stuff.

They also have some really weird rules,

like they can't shake hands with cleaners

and they're not allowed to jerk off.

Don't ask me how they prove that.

Keep one thing in mind:

The Russians stick with the Russians,

niggas with the niggas,

and the Kanaks with the Kanaks.

You see those Salafists over there?

They're in the middle of their Friday cemat.

Anyone can join them.

I was once a member too.

Yeah.

I have no clue what they're saying in Arabic

or singing about, but they're really kind.

Alhamdulillah.

And I'm Buddha now.

You seem to know your way around pretty well.

This isn't your first time, is it?

Can I ask why you're in here?

Nothing crazy. I just called the wrong number.

What do you mean?

On the phone,

I actually meant to call my grandma,

and I accidentally called another grandma instead.

But it wasn't the first time.

That's why they didn't believe me.

Yeah, they say I'm a con artist.

But I'm just as innocent as you.

Got it?

Rush hour is on Sundays. The cells open at half past nine.

Then there's church at ten,

but most of us hang around.

You have no idea, G.

They want to deport me.

They want me in Gambia, G.

I don't even know where,

in South, East, North, or West Africa.

I don't even know who my real parents are.

I only know Rüdiger and Sibille,

and they don't give a fuck.

I'm totally lost there.

I'm done with that fucking bullshit.

I swear I'm losing my shit.

Everyone's running in circles like damn dogs,

chickens, roosters, whatever, sharing bullshit stories,

telling me the same thing 100 times,

always a new twist. Motherfuckers!

How much time am I looking at?

Do I look like a fucking judge?

They'll all get life and the death penalty on top.

Those assholes! And Zimmermann, that scumbag.

Guess what? He took our TV.

I swear, when I get out of here,

I'll tie him up and make him watch

how I fuck his mother, that bastard.

Sharmuta! Tuhh!

Are you nuts?

What's so funny, man?

I'm pouring my heart out here, you moron.

I told you they want to deport me,

and you bring up your TV. What the fuck?

It's your fault that they want to deport you.

You hit a station in front of your crib.

You're the only Black guy there,

of course they pick you.

It's your fault they sent you back to the jungle.

Who's this fresh meat?

That? That's Blonde.

I'm sharing a cell with that pedophile son of a bitch.

I don't know what your problem is.

If Blonde were locked up with me,

I would play with him all night long, baby,

but not just for one night.

Every night, the whole night. Oh yeah.

Anthony, you're such a disgusting butt lover.

Why am I even talking to you?

Estagfirullah, piece of shit, wallahi.

Hey, Khalil. What's wrong?

You wrote a little letter, Blonde?

Beloved Julia, what a shame

that the Hand of Justice has come between us.

My heart burns with the desire to be with you, Julia,

but unfortunately I'm in the can

because I like to bang little children.

Blyat, what's wrong?

I was just reading what he wrote,

and he didn't even mention us.

Got any stamps?

Unfortunately not.

Write in the letter that she should send you some stamps.

She can put them in the envelope when she replies, blyat.

Thanks, Viktor. That's really nice of you.

Thanks, Viktor. That's really nice of you.

You dirty freeloader.

What's all of this?

All these applications after just one day in prison.

Living the dream. Oh, gym time, Blonde.

I already know who your personal trainer is going to be.

Anthony from Gambia, Ouagadougou,

he's a professional butt trainer.

Gay Black guy.

Yes, gay Black guy.

Do you know what that means?

He said no Vaseline.

Gay Black guy, no Vaseline.

Hey, sweetie.

You like it?

All right, ladies. The sausage party is over. Mazlum is coming.

You can stay. You got everything wrapped up halal.

Listen, nobody tells me how to shower,

shorts or no shorts. What's that about?

They're just pissed

because they've got a tiny wiener?

Listen, God blessed me with this anaconda.

And this bad guy goes right,

goes left, goes up and down,

tingel tangel, goes in and out, what the fuck?

I was gonna leave anyway because I'm done already.

Done already?

There's still shampoo on your head.

That's how it should be.

With us Black folks, the hair grows a bit differently. It's a conditioner.

You're bald. Pizda materina.

Motherfucker.

Mazlum, my brother.

How are you?

I kiss your eyes. Looking good.

See you around, yeah?

Hi.

What are you looking at?

How about cleaning?

It's gotten dirty in here since you showed up.

Why me? You're spreading your nails

all over the floor.

Blonde! You clean this shit up!

Did you get that, princess sharmuta?

I won't make a fool of myself. Come on,

Khalil. That's disgusting.

Disgusting?

I'll show you disgusting!

Open your mouth! I said open your mouth!

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth, open your mouth! Yeah!

Eat. From now on, you're going to do everything I say.

Now you're my slave.

Got it? Kol khara, you kelb.

You little bitch!

And now clean the cell!

Hey, what's up?

I just don't know how I'm going to handle this.

What happened?

Khalil is such a sick bastard.

And what about Viktor?

He's actually all right.

He says "blyat" three times a day. That's it.

Okay, listen: You have to face the fact that you're locked in here.

Maybe you'll get free,

but you should handle this shit.

Or it will consume you.

Dude, Manfred, I'm not even wearing my own underwear.

I wash my hair with soap,

and comb it with a toothbrush.

Man, look at me.

How do you brush your teeth?

I just clean the toothbrush and that's it.

I need cigarettes,

but I don't want to ask anyone here.

Yeah, you don't have to. Take some of mine.

I don't care.

Just try to get a solitary cell

so you don't have to deal with these lunatics anymore.

No more sharing.

You can jerk off all day long.

What else do you need?

How do I do that?

You flirt with the social worker.

No, shit, you have to write a request.

Request, dude. Request.

Here in Germany, you have to apply for everything

except for a crap.

Well, for the Rothstein family, this case is quite unusual.

Our company has represented your family for many years,

as you know.

And of course, Mr. Rothstein,

you can count on us to do everything in our power

and more, considering our fee.

However, the whole process might take a few days,

and during that time, you'll need to keep your head down.

So, first I'll file a bail request,

then I'll get you out of here until the trial.

With your social ties, like your pregnant girlfriend,

there is no risk of escape.

Since they didn't find any evidence against you,

those charges can't carry any weight.

Yeah.

I hope I'll survive these days.

Have you heard anything about Cem?

Were the police also at his place?

Cem?

Are you referring to Sven Franke by any chance?

Yes, there were some phone calls with him.

What does that have to do with Sven Franke?

That's completely normal in a case like this.

Your phone calls are analyzed for investigative purposes.

So, the prosecutor's office investigated Mr. Franke,

but the investigation didn't yield anything.

I'll send the file today,

so you'll have something to read until you're out, all right?

Please ask my girlfriend Julia

to send me a package

with some clothes as soon as possible?

Some tracksuits, sneakers,

and most importantly, boxer shorts!

She'll know. I already wrote her a letter.

Mr. Rothstein, inmate mail during pre-trial detention

can take up to four weeks.

The prosecutor's office reviews all letters

before they're released.

So, for the moment:

Let me handle your mail.

Address the letters to me

and label them as "confidential legal mail."

They are not allowed to read legal correspondence.

That will speed things up, but

please keep that to yourself. All right? Good.

Dr. Salomon, one more thing.

Could you sort out the visitation permit so I can see Julia?

Of course, I'll take care of that for you!

But don't forget:

Keep a low profile, all right?

Good.

I'm getting a visitor soon. Sign him in,

but get him off the books, got it?

Mazlum, if this gets out, I'll lose my job.

As long as nobody talks, nothing happens.

Play your part and all is fine.

I won't be a problem.

I'll come up with something.

Send it to the usual bank account.

-Haven't I always paid you? -Yeah, of course.

Then get the hell out, yallah.

What a bitch ass.

Nice shirt, blyat.

You like it? Here, it's yours. Take it!

No, no, no. I can't accept that.

Come on, today's a good day. Comes from the heart.

I'm telling you, this is like Christmas and Bayram together.

Or Hanukkah, blyat.

You're doing some shopping, Blonde?

Write down Haribos,

a bag of chips and a tin of tobacco, you bitch!

I only have 60 bucks. I need it for me.

Me, me, me, me, me,

that's all I hear.

See, Viktor? That's how Yahudis get rich.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

Where is the compassion? Where is the humanity?

Jesus shared his bread too, didn't he?

Or are you a traitor like Judas,

selling your soul for a tin of tobacco?

You write down everything,

or I'll fuck your mother, you son of a bitch.

Rothstein, it looks like you got lucky for once, boy.

Pack your stuff!

A solitary cell is free.

Have a nice day, ladies.

Get up! Get up, you little bitch! Get up!

What's up?

You fucker! You were the last one in there.

Think I'm gonna clean your piss?

Let go!

You pissed all over!

Come on! Lick it!

I was sleeping, man!

Lick it, I told you.

You pissed all over.

Lick it, little fucker!

Stick your tongue out!

Lick it! Yeah, lick it!

Hey, hey, Khalil, blyat. Hey, Khalil, blyat, Khalil!

Khalil,

leave the boy alone, Khalil.

-Blyat! -What are you doing, blyat?

Yeah, it's all right, blyat. It's all right.

I swear, I watched him.

He pissed all over!

He did it on purpose, brother.

Wallah, believe me, I swear on the Quran, man.

You can't trust him.

You know me.

What?

You brought this on yourself.

Blinded by your arrogance,

you thought you were safe,

but when your crimes catch up with you and cost your freedom,

don't start crying. You put yourself there.

Don't expect any sympathy.

Hey, Manfred,

get over here!

How's your boy doing?

Haven't seen him for a while.

Yeah, not so good. He's got beef with Khalil.

Yeah, I heard about that. That damn savage.

We're locked up like animals,

but that doesn't mean we gotta act like them.

I heard he had to lick piss off the toilet,

and others said he even had to eat toenails and all kinds of shit.

"Gunay gawiri pey yeno."

Back home, we say:

Everyone carries their own wood to hell,

but this dishonorable serefsiz is carrying a whole forest.

More like a whole jungle, if you ask me.

That Alex guy. What's his story? Tell me.

I don't know him that well yet,

but he's really nice, really nice.

He did something with weed. I don't know.

And he mentioned some kind of estimate,

but he says he's innocent.

All right, you can leave.

Okay, I was just about to do a few more laps.

How are you?

All good, my love.

Don't worry, it's like a youth hostel in here.

Sure, a youth hostel.

With murderers, sex offenders, drug dealers.

Ima...

I'm innocent.

I didn't come here by choice.

Hey.

Baby.

You have to be strong now, okay?

Please.

Everything will be fine.

You've got to do me a favor.

Please go to Cem and tell him to put some money

into my prison account. It's important.

I need money in here.

Cem, the drug addict you met at rehab?

Ya tambal.

He should send you money.

It's always about you, isn't it?

I'm alone in this situation.

I don't know whether I want

to become a mother like this.

What are you talking about?

Hey, you can't think like that.

I'll be there for the birth. I promise.

Don't say things like that.

Screw it, Cem should just give you the money, all right?

I'm sorry.

I'm totally overwhelmed. I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do, babe.

I know it's hard for you.

But what should I do? Go back to my parents in Munich?

"Hello, Mom. Hello, Dad. Here's your daughter,

pregnant, abandoned by a criminal who's sitting in jail."

Think about me for once.

They'll disown me.

How's he supposed to help you?

Even his own father wants him in jail

because that's where he belongs.

With a public defender,

it'll probably stay that way.

As much as it hurts me to say it.

As much as it hurts you.

You never had my back anyway.

Babe, when I was getting returns from the stock market,

I was still the golden boy.

But you guys had to make it a business

and brought your rich friends into it.

Ima, I kept telling you

the whole thing came with a risk. And you?

You were so sure. You got so, so, so greedy.

Alex can handle it.

He's got this. When I turned ten million into fifty,

no one wanted to cash out.

After the crisis you all lost your money.

Suddenly I was the guilty one.

So you and the others

labeled me as a motherfucking scammer.

Ben schelach Ima, I'm your son!

Do you even know what that did to me?

I felt so guilty.

Really guilty.

You were all mad at me. I was alone.

I was broken, started drinking,

took drugs. I completely crashed!

And let's be real, Ima:

You were only there because you

thought I'd make money again after rehab.

As soon as there's no profit, you even abandon your own son!

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Sorry.

I've always supported you

because I love you, my son.

But...

lo, lo, lo. Don't pin that on me.

I mean, you're sitting in prison.

Your wife is two months pregnant

and you've left her with nothing.

Kess ikhtak.

Please, please don't abandon me too.

-Please. -You're abandoning me, baby.

I love you, but

I can't go on like this.

Ima.

Alex, in your world, you're always the victim,

but in reality, you're the only one who's not.

And push again. Come on!

And again, one more, come on, one more!

You can do it! Come on, yeah!

I can do it.

Good. And again, push,

push, push, push, push it out, that stuff is good!

That is good. Do you feel it?

Feel what this workout does for you?

Mentally, physically?

You can let out all that's inside of you.

I gotta get out. Everything outside's a mess now.

I'm exploding.

Is it because of Khalil?

Believe me, I've got bigger problems than Khalil.

It feels like the whole damn world is against me!

Come on, spit it out! I'm listening.

Man, it feels like everything's falling apart.

The costs are piling up out there.

My wife's pregnant. She's all alone in Berlin.

What if we lose the apartment?

Who's gonna take care of everything?

My pregnant girlfriend?

I can't take any more.

I've worked so hard and now everything is out of control.

Man, I'm fucked.

Everyone's going through that.

What's happening out there, you can't change anyway.

What matters is that you hold it together in here.

Khalil keeps looking over here, but don't be scared.

Look at me now. Got it?

Don't look over there.

Don't let him provoke you, understand?

That asshole! What does he want?

-Alex, stay here. -What do you want?

What's your fucking problem?

You wanna hit me? Go ahead, hit me! Motherfucker!

Think I'm afraid of you?

I've got nothing to lose! You son of a bitch!

Give me the power to survive this.

Give me the power to survive this.

Give me the power to survive this.

You can come out, boy.

You're done with it.

You did the right thing.

Khalil had it coming a long time.

You really pushed him to his limits.

But don't worry.

He's no longer in a life-threatening condition.

He's out of the ICU and will probably be in the hospital for a while.

Oh, and just so you know,

about the admission procedure

and attempted manslaughter,

we all know what happened.

It was self-defense.

We're all witnesses, right, Drecksler?

You weren't even there.

Oh, we were there. You just didn't see us.

We Germans have to stick together.

Let's say, in the good old days,

we wouldn't waste tax money on this scum.

-They'd have been gassed! -Zimmermann, that's enough!

That's not enough at all!

No one can hear us!

I'm just speaking the truth.

Damn it!

For once I'm allowed to say what I think.

This fucking society!

All these Albanians, Lebanese, Syrians coming into our country.

They take what they want.

These parasites!

This trash!

There's a population replacement happening here.

That's the reality, Drecksler!

The federal government.

Those are people running from war, man!

Oh, the federal government, what a load of bullshit!

Those fucking politicians are just little puppets

for big corporations, and the Jews are to blame for it all!

Shit.

Yard time.

I have to unlock the cells.

Drecksler, take care of Alex.

And Alex, if you have a problem again,

come to me and we'll turn a blind eye. Got it?

We Germans need to stick together.

Blood in, blood out.

We need to stick together, remember that!

Sorry about Zimmermann.

He's a total jerk.

Since his wife left him for some Black guy,

he went nuts and started talking that bullshit.

I know you're a Jewish guy.

If that idiot could read and write,

he'd know too.

Beni adam, it doesn't matter if you're Jewish,

Muslim, or Christian, we're all children of Adam and Eve.

Besides, you can't help that he's a fascist.

He's an asshole.

Yeah, that's kinda true.

Come on, I'll take you to the yard.

Fresh air calms you down.

Go.

Security measure.

Hey, Viktor!

How was it, blyat?

Jail is jail.

Well, it wasn't really that bad.

I had enough time to think about everything.

And the damn cell stinks because no air gets in.

Alex.

You did the right thing.

If you hadn't, Khalil would've never stopped, blyat.

You showed you're Simba from The Lion King.

I didn't want this to happen.

I didn't mean to,

but Khalil, this inhumanity, this disgusting behavior.

How can someone be like that?

That's his life, blyat.

Why? What's wrong in his life?

He came alone to Germany, fleeing the war in Lebanon.

He witnessed his entire family being slaughtered.

He hid in a closet,

peeking through a crack, a little boy.

He watched his father, his mother,

his little brother and even his little sister getting murdered.

Anyway, what is he in for?

Casino robbery.

He's been here for 18 months.

Everyone's abandoned him.

No letters, no visits, no lawyer, nothing.

Nobody's reached out

and he still hasn't snitched. That's solid, blyat.

Crazy.

Remember the first night when I was new in your cell?

I woke up and

you were standing right in front of me,

staring at me like a ghost.

You were dreaming, blyat.

Doesn't matter.

What are you doing with the seeds all the time?

Those are olive pits, blyat.

I sand down the tips and make some kind of rosary.

Tesbih, Cotki.

You can also make it from bread,

but it would be a sin to play with bread. That's why I use olives.

How do you make the hole?

They are hollow inside.

You just have to poke, blyat.

Oh, Viktor.

Still working on your tesbih.

You can have this one if you want.

A tesbih like this you cannot buy, blyat.

It holds a longing for freedom and the taste of prison.

This tesbih has a soul, blyat.

Wallah, Viktor, you're the Russian Ahmed Kaya Bira.

Alex, let's take a few laps.

Listen, if you're with me,

you are safe in Haps.

Haps?

Means prison. It's Arabic.

You'll learn how things work here.

"Kes cici bikero, keno xo."

You gave Khalil what he deserved.

I didn't want that to happen. I lost control.

We Kurds say: Before my mother cries, his mother will.

Khalil doesn't have a mother anymore.

Shit, I feel really bad for him.

My mother should be crying instead.

Never show mercy.

Mercy is weakness, and weakness gets punished.

I don't even know what I'm doing in here.

All this jail stuff and the rules.

My whole life I was a trader:

The stock market is my world.

Now I'm in prison because of some fake testimonies,

and we're talking about someone I almost beat to death.

Got your file yet?

In my cell. Why?

I'll pass by before lockdown to pick it up.

The rose

That my friend threw

Hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

The rose

That my friend threw

Hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

The rose

That my friend threw

Hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

My friend hurts me

Hurts me, hurts me

"Şu ellerin taşı bana hiç değmez,

ille de dostun bir tek gülü yaralar beni."

The stones of strangers never struck me,

but the rose that my friend threw at me,

wounded me.

Want some coffee?

I'd love one, yeah.

Looks like you're not missing anything here?

What use is all that finery?

Freedom is the only thing that matters.

I read your file.

What do you think?

There's a traitor in your ranks

and an outsider who backs him up.

For the prosecution, the case is crystal clear.

I hope you have a good lawyer.

It's all coming at once.

My family isn't paying for my lawyer.

I have to get a public defender.

You need cash?

I'm in prison. I have no way to get money.

You can be honest with me.

How did you manage to move that much weed?

I didn't do that.

Eywallah.

Finish your coffee and go back to your cell.

Darknet.

Bitcoin.

People could order goods from me anonymously.

The business was going really well, but then

I started to build a network of buyers

to flip on the streets,

and that's what finally brought me down.

There was no need to do that.

I was just doing it for

my ego, for the recognition.

Fuck, I'm so stupid. What have I done?

Is there anyone outside you can trust completely?

There's one person I totally trust

and that's my brother Cem.

Mazlum, I want to be honest with you.

I met Cem in rehab.

He was on H and I...

I had a little cocaine problem after a family crisis.

This business has taught me,

that you should never trust a junkie.

Believe me, Cem is a really good person, Mazlum.

He just had bad luck all his life.

So if you think you can trust Cem,

I can make sure you make a lot of money on the outside.

There are only three rules you need to follow.

"Eline, Diline, Beline, sahip ol."

Eline: The hands,

take responsibility for your actions and don't harm others.

Diline.

The tongue: Control it, because it

can cause wounds deeper than a sword in your chest.

Beline, your loins:

Control your urges,

because a woman can either

make you a ruler or lead to ruin.

Learn them, follow them, and understand them.

Because it doesn't matter who or what you are.

Insan ol: Be human,

because a human is the mirror of the universe.

What should I do now?

Wait.

So first,

I'll get you a cep.

A what?

A cellphone.

I'll handle everything else.

Give this number to Cem.

He'll get ten kilos of weed from my partner at three grand a kilo.

Can you move it?

Mazlum, I don't know if that's a good idea.

That's exactly why I'm in jail.

When I make a deal with someone, I only ask one question:

Are you ready to go to prison for it?

You? You're already in prison. You got nothing left to lose.

"Ya hero ya mero."

You're right.

Alex!

Don't do it for the money.

Do it because there's no other way.

Why are you putting sucuk on it?

Man, because nothing hits like a sucuk toast.

Yeah, man, but the kid is Jewish.

What's being Jewish got to do with it? It's not pork.

Yeah, but Jews don't mix dairy products with meat.

For them it's like drowning a cow

in its own milk. Get it?

Dude, they're missing out, big time.

Life without sucuk toast ain't life, Marco.

Yeah, but a sucuk toast

without cheese is still a sucuk toast.

Think about it, big boy.

You should think about it.

What about the butter?

Yeah, that's true, man.

I made a couple extra toasts.

Thought I'd bring them to Alex. He just left the bunker.

Damn right, Attila.

The boy needs a few calories for this scum here.

Come on.

Hey.

Special for you: Cheese only.

Thanks.

Hurry up, ladies!

Bro, listen, the cops got all the money.

Yours too, the money I was supposed to invest.

They've got my hard drives and the ledger with the cryptocurrencies!

Don't worry. It's all encrypted.

They'll never get to it.

I need to get out of here.

Did you give Julia some money?

From my secret place.

No, man, I dumped that shit in the toilet.

I was paranoid as fuck they'd come for me too.

I'm broke as fuck.

Everything I had, I gave you to flip.

Bro, there's nothing left.

Bro, I'll scrape something together

and if not, I'll just borrow from someone.

No, you don't have to borrow anything.

I already have a solution. Just listen to me.

I'll send you a number.

They'll give you ten kilos of weed at three grand each.

Pass it to Sven for four grand.

You give thirty thousand to the supplier

and after that you give ten thousand to Julia.

But don't tell Julia where the money is coming from, okay?

But what if they're watching me, man?

No, man, no one is watching you.

I spoke to my lawyer, your name isn't even in the files.

Tell Sven he doesn't need to worry. I keep quiet.

Come on, brother. I really need you now, please.

All right, all right, I got you.

But, bro, where did you score

that motherfucking weed?

Three euros for a gram of hash.

Good price. We love this city.

Even in the Netherlands you don't get that price, man.

Yeah, man, I know, I know.

I'll explain everything later.

I've set up a serious connection here.

This is Champions League, where we're playing right now.

Don't fuck up. These people don't play around.

Brother, this is very important:

The suppliers should never meet Sven, okay?

Okay, but do me a favor: Take care of yourself.

Don't trust anyone there and don't drop the soap.

Are you jerking off a lot in prison?

Of course. I'm alone in this cell for 23 hours.

What do you think I do all day? I'm the jerk-off king.

Enjoy, brother, enjoy.

Shit. Okay, bro, I have to hang up now.

-We'll get in touch later. -Okay, okay.

-Take care, bro. -Love you.

-Ciao, bye, bro. -Bye-bye, bro.

I already told him to wear the same shoes.

I'll swap them out in the visitor room.

Then we'll get new SIM cards.

Eywallah.

Everything worked out, Abi.

And Cem already has the money for the next delivery.

If he wants more, we've got enough.

Olum, what's your deal with this Manfred?

Manfred is a good guy, you can trust him, Abi.

Sure, and pigs can fly.

Let's put Manfred aside for a second. Be honest:

You didn't expect everything to go so easily, did you?

If I had any doubts about it, I would have never done business with you.

I'll handle everything for the next delivery.

This time we're doing 40.

Mr. Rothstein, I'm here today to inform you

that I will be resigning from your case.

Our company hasn't built its reputation

on pro bono work, as you know.

Dr. Salomon, please don't worry about the money.

A good friend of mine helped me out financially.

Julia is in charge of my finances now.

Just get in touch with her

and please get me out of here already.

Mr. Rothstein, I don't have time to chase after money!

Begging your parents for money was embarrassing enough.

Okay, calm down.

Let's try it differently.

Julia will bring you the money in person.

All right.

That changes everything, of course.

However, I spoke with the prosecutor's office recently.

They've now opened a case for attempted manslaughter,

so your chance of bail is gone.

I was attacked. It was pure self-defense!

The guards will testify for me!

Mr. Rothstein, that's why I'm here.

Please calm down.

The judge is a good friend of mine.

I'll try to negotiate a deal for you.

So you'll make a little statement

and you'll get a maximum of two years

on probation.

What happened in custody was self-defense, right?

Sure.

I promise I'll definitely get you out at the court hearing.

But until then, you really need to keep your head down.

Sababa?

Sababa.

He has the money.

Very good.

Alex seems to be solid.

Check out Cem. See what he's about.

I'm on it, brother.

Give him 40 pieces!

Okay.

Try to win Cem's trust.

Let's see who he sells to.

Cem is such a great guy!

He was worried about me because I'm pregnant, and

now he takes care of all my problems.

He even brought us money.

He really is my hero.

You should be grateful to have a friend like him.

Now I should be grateful?

Weren't you the one always telling me to stay away from him?

Yeah, I... I guess I was wrong.

But when things get tough,

you realize who's really there for you.

I take back everything that I ever said about him.

Babe, don't get things wrong.

He's giving me back what I gave him.

He owes me that.

I don't think you appreciate what he's doing for us right now.

Never mind.

Hey, sweetheart, I'm getting out of here after my trial, 100%.

I've sorted everything out.

Listen, please meet Cem one more time

so you can pay the lawyer.

Don't worry, we'll sort it all out.

The most important thing is that you get out

and sleep next to me again.

I still need a suit for the trial,

so I can look fresh again, baby.

Okay.

Oh, God.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too.

You look so good.

Kiss me, babe.

I love you.

I love you too.

Damn battery!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Shit, shit, shit, fuck!

Hello?

Cem, finally! What's up, man?

Did everything work out?

Yeah, of course! Everything's gone.

He paid 20 yesterday and the rest today.

And I already gave Julia the money so she can easily pay for your lawyer.

Sounds good. That takes a huge weight off my shoulders.

And what about Sven?

Going okay,

but he wants a better price, so he can sell more.

And Botan, Mazlum's partner... I swear, man.

That guy scares the shit out of me.

The look in his eyes.

Dead man! Just dead!

He wanted a 50-cent discount, but I told him we're not doing that.

Bro, are you retarded?

Don't tell me you introduced Sven to Botan?

No, man. I'm not stupid.

Botan really wanted to meet him. He was pushing hard.

Of course, I said no.

Then he at least wanted me to ask Sven if he could move bigger quantities.

Listen. We have to play along. For them, it's all business.

Once they contact Sven, we won't matter anymore, got it?

That doesn't make any sense.

We'd have to sell twice as much for the same money.

Yeah, I get it, but we move more stuff

and all benefit, for sure.

Be it them, us, or Sven.

This way, we play it safe and business runs better.

Yeah, easy for you to say.

You're locked up and I'm the one out, doing the work.

What? Seriously?

You really think it's harder for you than it is for me?

Hey, don't fuck me up, man.

I started the whole thing, okay?

Bro, it's really not the time to get greedy.

Just do what I tell you!

Greedy? When have I ever been greedy, Alex?

Everything I had was at your place, and you know that.

I didn't even want to do this.

I'm only doing this for you. Don't you see that?

Sorry, bro.

Why did you send me a picture with you on it and not both of us?

Bro, at least then I could've seen how good I used to look.

So you know who's waiting for you out here and who's always got your back.

I gotta move, okay?

As-salamu alaykum.

Wa-aleikum salam, Abi.

Vay, vay, vay, Alex.

What's going on?

You're doing pretty well, mashallah.

I made us coffee, Abi.

And you wrote "Haps" on the wall.

Everyone writes on the wall in Haps, right?

Yeah, but they say: "Whoever writes will stay."

Have a seat.

It's so damn clean in here you could eat off the floor.

And you've already started collecting.

But let me tell you one little thing.

If you're lucky enough to leave this place,

you'll leave with nothing. Your stuff goes to the other inmates.

Then let's make sure there's more than nothing waiting for us outside.

Listen, Abi:

Everything is sold.

And the money? It's all there.

And they want much, much, much more.

But if you ask me, we could make even more out of it.

We could also move cocaine, Mazlum.

Bak kurban.

There's a reason I stick to weed, not coke like others.

Drug penalties in Germany are much harsher than in the Netherlands.

That's why my residence is registered there.

With cocaine it's different.

That's like taking someone out. For them, it's like genocide.

Okay, Abi, I'll do whatever you say.

You're like a mentor to me in here.

I look up to you, honestly.

And I'm not doing it for the money.

I want to build something

so our loved ones can finally live a carefree life.

Ah, Alex, Alex.

You look up to me.

You see me as a role model.

But I should be the one looking up to you.

You're really good with all this computer, momputer stuff.

You've got a hell of a brain.

You're doing this just for recognition.

You had a choice.

Me?

Man, I grew up in this mess from the start.

My father was arrested when I was just a little boy.

My mother?

She was left alone and everyone looked down on her.

Overnight I had to step up and be a father to my younger siblings.

Do you get what happened?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Now my wife's on her own.

My daughter?

Man, I wasn't even there when she was born.

My father used to tell me and now I'm telling you:

This brings nothing but poverty home,

no matter how rich you are.

Yo, Manni, what's up?

Thanks again for being there at the beginning.

Here's your tobacco and a little extra on top.

Thanks, man. Thank you. Appreciate it.

You all right? You're so quiet today.

Nah, terrible trial.

And then they took my TV out of my cell on top of that.

Why? What did you do?

I went mad.

And then they found my knife too.

What do you need a knife for?

For slitting throats. What else?

Hey, just for cutting. What do you think?

Those crappy plastic knives, that's not a knife.

A knife that doesn't cut isn't a knife.

What about your trial?

I don't want to talk about it.

At least tell me how you got the knife in here.

How else? My grandmother brought it in.

I actually wanted a file, but Granny has got dementia.

Come on, just tell me!

Nah, I made it myself.

And how?

Well, you take a nail clipper,

and remove the blade from a disposable razor.

Take a toothbrush, break off the top,

heat it, and when it's melted,

you stick the blade in, and boom, you're done.

You're a bad motherfucker.

Yeah, a bad motherfucker.

Hey, you!

You talking to me?

You're the new one?

Yeah.

Do you smoke?

I don't have tobacco.

The start's always tough.

It'll be better soon.

What happened to your eye?

This fucking Zimmermann.

I didn't want to strip for the inspection.

Stop provoking him unless you want him to touch

your mother or sister when they come to visit.

Or even worse, get it?

This fucking son of a bitch! His mother should die!

Hey, later on, I can give you some coffee and a pack of tobacco, all right?

I'm Alex, by the way.

Simon.

The Russians do it right with the abcak.

A basket everyone puts something in

when a new guy's arriving.

They take care of each other.

Yeah, it's good.

Be careful with him.

You mean Mazlum?

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Don't worry, Mazlum is my friend.

Your friend?

There are no friends here, only alliances.

And Mazlum is only looking out for himself.

Once you're no use to him, he'll drop you like a hot potato.

Manni, you're talking bullshit. Our connection is for real.

Go ahead, fuck him!

Hey!

You wanted to talk to me?

Alex, you need to take care of something very important after the workout tomorrow.

Whatever you say, Abi.

Manfred, that sick fuck,

was charged with 150 counts of possession of child porn,

involving his two-year-old niece and his daughter.

What?

He was locked up for the same shit back in the '90s.

That little cockroach.

I'd never have guessed.

He was sitting next to me just a second ago.

I can't believe I misjudged him like that?

Abi, what sort of people are we sitting here with?

Welcome to the Haps.

Your world collapses because evil stood right beside you, totally unnoticed.

By trusting empty words, you've opened the door to the devil.

Still unable to see its true nature.

Slowly it'll start to tear you apart, tormenting you until you lose faith.

If you uncovered the secrets buried in their souls,

those close to you would vanish silently.

But where would you be? Next to yourself?

You pedophile bastard!

I got rid of the towels already.

Everything is under control.

But this kid here isn't normal, Mazlum.

Without hesitation, he ran in and slit the fucker right open.

Cut off his dick.

What do you mean cut off?! Just a scratch!

Real psycho, amina koyim!

Telling you, wallah, cold-blooded killer!

He just got what he deserved, that motherfucking pervert.

So Blonde became a man?

Blonde is no more. Blonde is dead.

Do you think we achieved anything?

They moved him straight to transport.

Tomorrow, he'll have a new name and be in protective custody.

In a few months, after therapy,

that pedophile bastard will be back on the streets.

Move!

Eh, Botan, did you have a look?

Yes, bro. His name is Sven.

We need him. He knows how to do business.

If we sold directly to him, we could move tons.

But that's the least of our worries now.

Why? What is going on?

Our concern is Cem. He's fucking Alex's wife.

Who's he sleeping with?

What are you talking about? What makes you think that?

Trust me, Abi, that's not even it.

When I picked up the cash, they came out of the bathroom.

She mentioned Alex's name.

So I ordered our men to follow her.

But guess what, Abi.

She told a lawyer in a café

that his friend Cem got Alex sent to prison.

That he's the traitor, Abi.

He wanted to cut Alex out and do business directly with us.

Botan, that Cem is a security threat!

Brother, I think he's doing business because of that woman.

Canına bak, don't let anything show.

Take over his contact.

Cem was a junkie. He's been in therapy.

Make it look like he had a relapse.

So far, no one has testified against us.

It will stay that way!

Good, Abi.

What about Alex?

Leave Alex to me.

He's fair game now!

Okay, brother.

The ruins, the shards, the splinters, leave scars that never fully heal.

But they harden you.

Every stab, every punch, every ache shapes you,

helping you grow beyond yourself,

into a new self you've yet to meet.

We explore,

teaching the one we talk to in our mind.

Yet always ending in the circle of the lost,

in loneliness, through fears that confuse and intimidate.

Making you doubt,

spinning in dizziness,

unable to stand,

as the solid ground slips beneath your feet.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Where's the phone?

Why? What's up?

Give me the damn cep,

or I'll fuck your mother, you son of a bitch.

Does Abi know of this?

I can't find it!

Give me the damn phone, bastard.

-Let go! -Pizda ti materina! Give me the phone!

Okay, okay, man, okay! It's here!

I've got it here. All good.

Now let go of my neck.

That's for making me touch your dick, you little cunt!

Attila, let's move.

Why not from the start, bitch?

Fuck.

Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.

Hey, Viktor.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Viktor, I'm in trouble right now, something's not right.

I need to make a call. Can you get me a phone?

Bring Subutex for my Russians. You'll get one.

Come on, Viktor, where am I supposed to get Subutex from, please?

Forget it. I got you.

I'll bring it later to your cell, okay?

Don't worry.

Alex, I heard about what you did in the shower.

I want you to know one thing:

Now you're my brother, my Bratan, Sascha.

It means Alex in Russian.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hey, Simon!

Damn soap. Do you want shampoo?

Yeah, bro.

I appreciate it.

Thanks for helping me out in the beginning.

Once I get my stuff, you'll get a can of tobacco from me

and a pack of cigarettes.

All good. I was new too. Especially in the beginning, when--

Doctor Khalil is here, the doctor that women trust.

Hey, fuck off, you faggot. Yallah.

Move!

Go. That's my business.

Disgusting.

Blonde, what's up?

Wallah, you've become a real crazy Jewish gangster, my friend,

just like Meyer Lansky.

Thanks to you, they all call me Scarface now.

The hospital wasn't that bad, to be honest.

While you faggots jerked off, I got served by my hot nurses.

Bunga! Bunga! Bunga! Berlusconi-style, tutto bene.

You know what I mean?

Khalil, sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to.

I lost control, man.

Anthony, do you hear what he's saying? That motherfucker lost control.

Lost control... You attacked me

like a sneaky little dirty cunt, you bitch.

Because of you, I have headaches every single day.

I got 17 stitches and a broken skull.

Know what the doctor said?

It's never going to go away.

There's a train that goes: Ram, pam, pam, pam.

Ram, pam, pam, pam.

But guess what I figured out.

To let you suffer

makes the pain go away.

No more train,

only peace and harmony in my head.

See, no one is coming to save you now,

not even Mazlum.

From now on, I'll fuck up your life every day.

Every day in that goddamn Haps.

24-hour lockdown or open custody,

I don't give a damn.

Doesn't matter if you're

in Berlin, Hamburg, or the goddamn Black Forest,

you got that?

Because my headaches go away.

Wake up, wake up!

Wake up, my boy!

Look, this is Anthony, my brother from Gambia.

He's a bit shy, but he loves to dance and he's into blondes

and he asked me if I could ask you to dance with him.

So come on, dance, enjoy your time.

Awimbawe, awimbawe, awimbawe.

Once you go Black, you never go back.

Sascha...

do you remember when you asked me

if I watched you while you were sleeping?

I know your pain.

It will stay forever.

Back in St. Petersburg, when

I was just a little boy,

we lived on the streets.

We were orphans.

At night we slept in the sewers.

One night, a group of men came,

fed us, and made us feel safe.

And then they took

our manhood from us.

Another night, I got up early

and looked at them like I looked at you.

The difference:

I slit their throats.

Sascha, do you know why I'm in prison?

No.

I had a friend,

a very, very close friend.

He had a little daughter,

five years old, a sweet little princess.

She was my princess.

One day...

she told me what he would do when he came home at night,

drunk,

in her room.

I totally lost control, Sascha.

I killed him right in front of her eyes.

And by doing this, I killed my princess too,

not physically but mentally, Sascha.

To her, I was like an angel,

but then I became the devil.

Sascha...

do you believe in God?

Yeah, I believe,

but sometimes you doubt.

Not Him.

It's us I doubt.

You think he will forgive me?

Viktor, only God is allowed to take a life...

but maybe you acted through Him,

punished through Him.

Everybody is here for a reason, Viktor.

You didn't kill the girl.

You saved her.

Hey, you finished your tesbih.

Yes.

Sascha,

please take the tesbih.

I'm giving it to you. Take it, please.

I can't accept that, Viktor.

Sascha.

This tesbih is a special tesbih.

Means a lot to me.

It will help you when you need it. Please take it.

Thank you

from the bottom of my heart, Viktor.

I like you, blyat.

I need to call Cem immediately.

Thank you.

I really need to call Cem.

Please pick up, pick up, pick up. Please pick up, man.

Please, Cem,

come on, bro,

pick your fucking phone up.

Pick up, man, bro.

Come on,

come on, Cem.

Come on, come on.

Come on, pick up, pick up, man.

Fuck, why aren't you picking up?

Something's not right. I feel it.

What do I do?

Julia, Julia.

Fuck! Shit, something's wrong.

Something's totally wrong. I know it. I can feel it.

Come on, pick up, babe.

Pick up, babe.

Hello, who's there?

Hey, it's me, Alex.

Alex?

What's going on?

Baby, I--

Julia, what's wrong? Just tell me.

Alex, Cem is dead.

What did you say?

He overdosed on heroin. I'm so sorry.

-He did what? -He's just dead.

Alex, I need to tell you something.

No need. I know what happened.

No, no, Alex, believe me. I have to--

Viktor, Cem is dead.

I think Mazlum killed him.

I told Mazlum that he was a heroin addict, and now he's died of an overdose.

He played me, so he could get in touch with my contact.

I had that feeling. I'm such an idiot.

I didn't know.

Shit, I did nothing.

Why didn't I help him?

Viktor, there's blood on my hands.

The blood of my best friend.

Listen to me, blyat.

You have to stay, Sascha,

stay focused, Sascha.

Do you hear me?

Sascha.

God never gives you more than you can bear.

Understand?

Viktor,

I know you go to church every Sunday,

but can you please skip it tomorrow?

I know God will never forgive me for this,

but you have to do me a favor.

Please.

Doesn't matter what you say. If you fuck a guy, you're fucking gay.

G. I took him like that, ta, ta, ta, ta.

Woman, man, it doesn't matter.

-You're such a sick fuck. -Takeover. Come on!

-You think you're in a US prison? -Oh yes, oh yes.

You're so fucked up.

What's up, guys?

What's going on? Hey, you motherfuckers!

-What? Let him go! -Shut the fuck up!

I have nothing to do with it! Viktor, don't! We're friends.

Anthony did it. Not me, not me!

-Let me go, stop it, let me go! -Come on, guys.

You fucking Russians, Sharmuta, let me go!

You know who I am. Stop it, Viktor!

I swear, you bastards, I'll fuck you up.

No!

Now you're even, blyat.

No, no, no!

This is for my brother!

They say God forgives,

so why shouldn't you be able to forgive?

But if God forgave everyone,

the devil would be standing at his side today.

When the whole world seems to rise against you

and no way out appears,

you ignite the fire and set everything ablaze,

just to be seen, to show that you're suffering,

to cry out loud that something was taken from you.

Yet it was something you chose to hold.

Something you chose to bring in no matter the cost,

unable to endure the loss.

You lash out blindly,

trying to fight pain with greater pain,

and you still expect things to change?

You received because he gave,

and if you try to seize it back,

you play God, setting yourself above him.

You turn your back on Him.

You refuse his will, judge in his place

and in the end, you lose

the one who never left your side:

Him.

Mazlum!

I'll call you back later.

Where are your commandments now?

You betrayed me, you son of a bitch!

I had to lick piss,

eat motherfucking toenails,

get beaten, get humiliated,

and get fucked in the ass!

And as if that's not enough,

you killed my brother!

My best friend!

Are you even human anymore?

You're not a human.

You're a fucking monster.

You have to be a monster if you want to survive.

You had a choice.

Now you've become one yourself.

Think I'm the reason you're in Haps?

Just ask yourself! Look at your hand!

You should only focus on three points.

You disappointed your family

because of your greed, your ego,

your hunger for recognition, all by your own hand.

Eline!

Your fists are like stones. They don't hurt me.

You're the friend who threw the rose.

I'm the friend?

Cem was the one who talked to police.

Your best friend!

Diline...

and Beline:

Botan was at Cem's place.

Cem was so happy.

He told him how in love he was.

There was still the smell of fresh pussy in the air.

Know who walked out of that bathroom at that moment?

Freshly fucked in all her holes?

Cem had a threesome with a whore of a woman,

who was pregnant with your child.

Julia!

No!

No!

No!

No!

You made me do that!

Eline, Diline, Beline.

You still don't get it.

In the end:

There is only chaos.

God forgive me.

God forgive me.

CEM WASN'T THE TRAITOR. IT WAS SVEN!

God forgive me.

God forgive me...

When ingratitude steals reality through greed,

you turn against the mother who raised you.

She reached out to you, longing for a connection,

giving you what you claim to need:

the love of a mother.

But when she no longer had the strength to fight, her last words cut deep.

In your world, you are always the victim,

but in reality, you're the only one who's not.

Then the door closed.

That was the last time I saw her.

Thanks to the detailed information

provided by the informant Sven Franke,

an international criminal organization has been dismantled,

which has also been proven

to be involved in the murder of Cem Günes

and has been investigated for years.

The accused is charged

with the brutal murder of Mazlum Erbil

as well as drug trafficking in significant quantities.

In the name of the people, the verdict is rendered:

Despite the detailed confession, the Berlin State Court

reaches the clear conclusion that the defendant is guilty.

The Berlin Criminal Chamber

sentences the defendant to life imprisonment.

When all that was good in you perishes

and you become what you once feared,

you're dead,

but reborn from hell.