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Today I'm top of the charts, But I used to move weed

You don't know how it works Just watch me

I built it all from nothing

From the projects To the banking district

What do you do?

- I work for a bank. - What branch?

- Maybe I'm a customer. - I don't work in a branch.

Relax.

It was a joke.

And the guy, where does he work?

At the Grand Hotel, as a waiter.

Euros? Just to scare him?

Not to scare him.

To off him.

The fennec, or desert fox, is the world's smallest wild dog.

This species is perfectly adapted to the desert's hostile climate.

It is very small and has thick fur on its feet...

Yo! Open the door!

This helps regulate body temperature.

Mates, parents or other individuals

with whom the animal is on friendly terms...

What's that?

A promise.

So...

This keycard gets you into all the rooms and studios downstairs.

- It's way more practical than keys. - Like in a hotel, kind of.

I really don't know if we can send him there.

He's too flaky. Hey.

But what good is him winning the camp if he doesn't finish the song in the end?

- Who's she talking about? - Well, not you.

I need you to sign this.

And, dude, it's really important that the card always... Hey!

But that's how it was.

Yeah.

I'm in the elevator. Hello?

Hello?

Ah, shit!

- Stressed out? - To the max.

Did you just check in?

Nura's coming today, huh?

Excited?

It's just music.

What's the story with the camp?

Were you eavesdropping on me?

Global is hosting a songwriting camp next week in Berlin.

We're trying to decide which producer to send.

Have you ever been to a songwriting camp?

- No. - Think you're ready for that?

Definitely.

It's just music, right?

Let's do the first verse, okay?

I pity all them bitches They jealous of my riches

They stalk my shit on Insta Accidentally liked my pictures

Always on the guest list No more Schufa

Yeah, fuck welfare, I make moolah

Call me sexy motherfucker or else Nura

None of you ain't done shit You're all losers

- Nice! - Sick verse.

- Thanks. - Should we do the backups, now?

Nah, let's get a drink real quick. Want some gin?

- What you got? - Gin.

- Yeah? - Just joking, dog.

You want some or not?

No, thanks.

- Not at work, huh? - Right.

If this counts as "work"... You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

- Exactly, man. - Can you record that?

- What? - "You know what I mean," as an ad-lib.

Seriously? You just walk in here and tell me how to do my ad-libs?

Nura, chill. Don't make the kid nervous.

- It's all chill, man. - It's a good idea, right?

Okay, fine. Just for you, Jinny. All right?

Jinny...

Play it.

You know what I mean? What I mean?

Haters look at me, I'm living my dream You know what I mean?

What I mean, what I mean?

Think of it like feeding pigeons. Got it?

Hello.

- Just for free? - All of it, brother.

Best promotion. Like with music.

Play it, brother. It's good.

He doesn't have a nine anyway.

I'll show you my nine, and you can suck it like you did in Bosnia.

What are you playing?

25/50.

- This taken? - Sorry, man. Afraid so.

Come on!

Hey! Penalty kick! Yessir!

Yes!

Sultan again.

He's on a roll.

- Eintracht is gonna cry if he keeps it up. - Or put some money on the table.

Dejan.

Manu.

I know.

We were in the field together.

- A few years ago, against Dresden. - On the dirt road along the A4 highway?

- Ooh! - Nasty business.

I don't remember you.

I didn't last long. Look: broken nose, crushed cheekbone.

Two minutes and it was over for me.

Those East German love to stomp.

You can say that again.

- You still turn out? - No.

Once was enough.

This is all the adrenaline I need.

Can we get two beers please?

Good for the adrenaline.

POLICE ACADEMY - ENTRY EXAM HIGHER CIVIL SERVICE

Mom?

Did you pass?

- What are you doing here? - Did you?

Um...

It doesn't work that fast. But it went quite well. Come here.

Ri wanted to go out to eat.

We thought we'd pick you up and celebrate your first day of exams in Wiesbaden.

Yaaay!

Okay, cool.

Come on. What are we eating?

Dad suggested Asian.

Watch out. Incoming!

Hey!

We should always eat here when Mom has her course.

Yeah.

- It's an entire program. - Right.

And only the first year is in Wiesbaden. The second is in Münster.

What? You didn't tell me that.

You didn't ask, did you?

How did you see this working?

- HAVE NEWS. LET'S MEET. - TK OR FLANNEL?

Will you talk to us again or are you busy with your phone now?

Sorry.

Do you want more tofu?

- I have to go. - Now?

Yes, now.

I'm sorry.

Ri, I was really happy about your surprise.

Can we at least finish dinner together?

I'm not hungry anymore. It's fine.

Riana, at least have them wrap it up for later, all right?

Okay.

500 horses under me, I rev it up

Five figures in my pocket Blowing money fast

They talk too much behind my back I turn around...

I'm fucking losing it, I swear. Again!

Right on!

- Sick. - Okay.

You could do that.

Nice, nice, nice.

Especially the chopping. Really good idea.

- Sick work, Jinn. - Sick, sick hook.

- We've got a hook! Awesome! - It's Matteo's work.

Guys, what's the plan for tonight? Let's party!

- I'm DJ'ing at Velvet, you up for it? - Definitely.

Okay, Velvet. What's Velvet?

- You're coming with us, Jinn, right? - Of course he is.

- I think I'll stay here for a bit. - What?

- I want to try a few things. - Try what?

Try to chill, dude.

Just mess around with the material. Don't worry, I'll create a new session.

What for?

For that songwriter camp.

Ah, the Global one? Are you invited? I'm going.

- It's not in the bag for me yet. - I see, and now you want to impress Semir?

I just want to be ready.

You are ready, Jinny.

Yeah, man! Ready, ready, jiggy me diggy, biggie!

Get out, have some fun, buddy. You gotta enjoy life, dude!

- Seriously, man. - I'll join you later.

Come on.

I'll be there in an hour or so. I'll stay for a bit and then I'll join you.

Whoever these cigarettes belong to, I'm taking them, all right?

- Later. Have fun. - Life's waiting for you, bro.

- You sure? - I swear I'll come.

You're such a liar, dude.

I've never heard the name before, but I'm not from around here.

Want one?

Ardan's a bit of a legend in Frankfurt. He was with the Brigade, hooligans.

He made the right connections, controlled some doors with his men.

But then they had trouble with the Albanians...

What's he doing now?

Well, now...

As I heard it, he's recruiting.

Hooligans, bouncers. Some bad motherfuckers.

- Like Manu? - Yeah.

Why?

No idea.

- What you mean, no idea? - That's all I know. I swear.

Fuck.

Then find it out.

Don't I have to sign something again?

Not this time.

This Ardan thing is not really official, is it?

Is it a personal thing or something?

Oh, one more thing.

He's the brother of Kalifa, the rapper.

Crazy, huh?

I don't listen to rap.

All without Jinny!

All without Jinny!

- You said you'd come. - Where are you?

Hey, Jinny, we miss you!

Come over!

I told you I was out of practice.

What are you talking about? You've never beaten me.

- Not a single fight. - Because I didn't want to hurt you.

Because you're not a fighter, Kadir.

You're a poet.

Fuck!

Fuck.

You're the pop star.

And I'm the one who kicks your ass.

Kadir, can I ask you a small favor?

In any case, the lights went out, and everyone had to leave.

Mad panic, man. Thought it was ISIS or some shit.

Elbows were flying left and right.

Just to get out.

- What do you think? - It's okay.

What do you mean "okay"? It's great.

Anyway, I step outside and it looks like a real massacre, man.

There was blood everywhere.

I swear it was the Albanians. They got revenge on the bikers.

- What did you do with the drums? - Bitcrusher, on the kick and snare.

Sounds distorted.

Nah, that's what makes the beat bang, man.

Yeah, man. It's awesome. So good.

Sick, bro. Nice.

- Jinn? - Yes.

- Take a break. - Why?

Kalifa wants to see you.

Whoa! An audience with the king himself.

Yessir, dude.

- What does he want? - Just come.

The boy's getting there, huh?

All right, Kalle. Here's the wonder boy.

You still need me down here?

Thanks, Mina.

All right, this is Zilan.

This is Jinn.

Do something nice.

Do what?

Music. What else?

I've seen you around, right? Are you new at Skyline too?

- Are you a rapper or a singer? - No.

Huh?

But I can rap.

Okay.

Is any of your stuff on the server? Like demos or something?

You've got to... the headphones.

- More like up-tempo or... - Whatever. Just a beat.

Something like that? Or...

I pull the trigger of my Kalash Bullets hit your body, xalas

Seen more corpses than an undertaker When I shoot, run for cover, motherfucker

You bastards, you... you honorless dogs

I line you up against a wall and kill you off

Remember my name I'll scratch it into your face

You cry for help, but it ain't comin'

Don't come too close, I'm dangerous

It's open season on you, Come and eat a bullet, picco

You think you can fuck me Like a little Barbie bitch

But I'll fuck you up and bury your body in my garden, snitch

Want to try that again?

SUBJECT: A FRIENDLY TIP

If I gave you a tip-off regarding insider trading

what would the consequences be for those involved?

I can't say offhand. We'd have to look into the case.

If necessary, we would pass it on to the DA's office

and they'd start an investigation.

What would the maximum penalty be?

The law provides for fines of up to five million euros

and prison sentences of up to five years.

Would you like to file a tip, or...

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2018 HESSEN CHAMPION DISTRICT LEAGUE

- Dad! - Lily, now's not a good time.

- Sorry. - I need your help real quick.

- With what? - The pitch. I have to read you a section.

Lily, I don't have the head for this now.

It's about the budget. I don't know if my math is right...

Aren't you listening? I just told you I can't right now.

Maybe you can figure it out on your own for a change.

But stop getting on my nerves!

Hey.

Babes.

Come on. Practice it on me again.

Come on.

- What's going on? - An Albanian was stabbed at Konsti.

They arrested this guy nearby. 81er.

Presumably a revenge act for last night's ambush at Velvet.

You know this. It's like it is with you guys.

It goes back and forth and each time it gets worse.

Batons, knives, a hand grenade...

What's next? Them with a bazooka and you guys with a tank?

- The grenade wasn't us. - But the knifing was, wasn't it?

So you stabbed that Albanian.

I'll leave this with you, for inspiration.

Do you believe him?

That he doesn't know Bugs Bunny? No way.

That the bikers weren't behind the hand grenade.

Maybe.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

The Albanians are already sharpening their knives.

Things are about to heat up.

- Maybe that's what someone wants. - What?

- To create chaos. - Who?

- Some new player. - Daffy Duck?

Ardan.

- That Ardan? From back then? - He's back in Frankfurt.

- What's he guilty of besides being back? - He's recruiting again.

Hooligans.

And you want to tell Dagmar that?

Sara.

Stay on the Kelmendi case, okay?

That's all they want from you.

In a few weeks you'll be out of here and you can put all this behind you.

Don't screw this up.

Ain't that the Albanian Kalifa turned into a cripple in a fight?

- What, Kalifa? It was Ardan. - Ardan?

It was five of them, Ardan was alone, but he fucked them all up.

It wasn't Ardan. Kalifa raps about it in his lyrics.

Just to pretend he's a real one, to get fame.

Ardan is the real O.G.

You're such a retard, you believe everything you hear.

Don't say "retard," you moron. It's rude to the wheelie.

Hey! Get the fuck out of here!

- Shut up! - Or I'll call the police.

Go back inside, you idiot!

Go to the main station where you belong, you bums!

- Yo, 'bout the station... - Dude gets on my nerves.

We'd make much more money in the main station area.

Right on.

- Then why are we still here? - Boss knows what he's doing, man.

I pull the trigger of my Kalash Bullets hit your body, xalas

Seen more corpses than an undertaker When I shoot, run for cover, motherfucker

You bastards, you honorless dogs

I line you up against a wall and kill you off

It's weird hearing your own voice, isn't it?

Okay, let's try another one.

Why?

Well...

I'm sure you hear where it's... a little off... I mean...

Where you could be more, like, on the beat. So...

Let's try doing one where you're not...

...chasing the beat like that, know what I mean?

- Jinny. - What's up?

What's up with you? Have you moved in here?

Are you under house arrest? Or just sick of us?

- Yeah, you're too boring. - Shut up, "too boring."

Hi, I'm Nura.

Hello.

Yo, no idea what's the deal here, but I've got to get a move on. Bye!

- You're going? - Yeah, our plane leaves in three hours.

But I'll see you at the songwriter camp, right?

If they let me go.

Right.

I want to try again.

Sure.

Headphones.

Try to come in a little later. Really try to hit the downbeat.

- I did. - I'll give you a cue.

Just watch me. I'll give you a sign.

I pull the trigger of my Kalash Bullets hit your body, xalas

Seen more corpses than an undertaker When I shoot, run for cover, motherfucker

You bastards, you honorless dogs

I line you up against a wall and kill you off

Remember my name I'll scratch it into your face

You cry for help, but it ain't comin'

...which is why a global business hub like Frankfurt

needs natural spaces where people have a chance to unwind

and experience nature...

- Together with the Green City initiative... - We're up.

Together with...

...which is why a global business hub like Frankfurt needs natural spaces

where people have a chance to unwind

and experience nature in an urban setting.

Together with the Green City Initiative, we aim to create a place

that offers added value for people of all social backgrounds

and utilizes space...

...in a sustainable and socially inclusive way

without costing the city.

Well, thank you for your attention.

I'm happy to answer questions about the concept, if there are any.

I'm not some kinda bitch You go fucking with

You bleach your asshole...

Hello?

Can I help you?

Those idiots hanging around all day, is one thing,

but them meddling in the music goes too far, Kalle!

No one's meddling. I made a decision, that's it.

You made a decision, over my head?

- Are you done? Can we continue? - What's going on?

- Ardan gets to play A&R now. - Don't exaggerate, okay?

What do you mean don't exaggerate?

Global wants hits from us, the kid can deliver them,

and you make him do social work with some retard!

He's a rookie!

A goddamn rookie!

Don't you tell me what to do!

Let him prove himself, then we'll talk, okay?

Did you even listen to his beats I sent you yesterday?

What is it, Celine?

The songwriter camp. They want to know who we're sending to Berlin.

Do whatever you want.

Wolf.

Give me the track again.

...still the man Rollin' in my Rari at night through FFM

Saint Laurent on my shoes, brother Rollie shining on my wrist again

Diamonds, VVS You pay for protection, I got a fam

I don't know what's going on with you, but snap out of it, okay?

Born and raised in the projects

Between towers, drugs and feds

You're like a rose in the concrete Every time I saw you I forgot my misery

You were an angel in hell

Everyday you saw trouble But you never lost your smile

What are you doing here?

Listening to music.

- What are you doing out so late? - I was at a girlfriend's.

I see.

What are you listening to?

In Frankfurt shit goes down Don't try getting this town

You are the rose in the concrete

You didn't want to but you had to go

The rose...

- I've never heard this. - It's pretty old.

Cool.

Kind of...

romantic.

Yeah.

We were young, dumb, we couldn't see

It was written That we weren't meant to be

I'm out in the streets Chasing clients, making deals

But you are a good girl This is not where you should be

Now you're gone And all that's left are memories

I'm sorry, rose in concrete That I wasn't good enough

But over time I've gotten used to I've accepted

That you were never Coming back to me, my rose

The price per square meter has gone off the charts.

In Westend you're looking at up to 20 euros a square meter.

Can you imagine that?

We're actually looking for a little house, but...

The horror.

Here you go.

- For you and your family? - Me and my dad.

VERIAL REAL ESTATE ADDS...

But for the foreseeable future...

...305 RESIDENTIAL PROPERTIES

Please excuse me.

What the fuck? The ad hoc announcement is out.

Why isn't the money in my account? I explicitly said before the announcement!

You think you can ignore me, huh?

Listen, you pathetic amateur. If right before the announcement

100,000 in shares show up in your account...

- 150K! - ...who do you think they'll suspect?

We'll discuss the rest in person.

Tomorrow night. I'll let you know where and when.

Should I tell Andrej it's a go?

Hey. Sorry.

- Can we take a picture with you? - Sure, fellas.

- Okay. - Can I get a picture too?

What are you doing here?

My daughter's birthday is coming up.

I was shopping.

How old will she be?

14.

A tough age.

I'm not quite there yet. Mine are five and eight.

Enjoy it while you can.

My mom's got her shop here now.

Really?

- She's still working? - You know her. She'll never stop.

It's good. It keeps her fit, right?

You...

You look amazing.

It was nice seeing you again.

In real life.

Tell your mom I said hi, if she remembers me.

Are you serious?

Of course she does.

All right. Maybe we'll run into each other again.

Every ten years or so.

Sara.

Hey.

I don't know, but do you...

Do you maybe want to grab a coffee or something?

Since when do you drink coffee?

Crazy. That you pulled this off.

Kudos.

Top of my class. It was even in the paper back then.

The super cop.

I'm glad we never ran into each other in the streets.

Yeah, it's probably for the best. I'd have given you the business.

I'm sure you'd have turned a blind eye.

Don't be so sure about that.

And now? Where are you working?

In Wiesbaden. I've got a desk job now.

After my daughter was born

I didn't feel like chasing thugs like you around anymore.

A desk job, huh?

And what exactly do you do? Manage task forces or something?

No, I'm in human resources.

Middle management, you might say.

Middle management.

Not bad.

And, is it fun?

Fun?

What about you?

Didn't you just get some award or something?

1LIVE Crown for my "lifetime achievement".

"Lifetime achievement," huh?

I guess that means I've gotten old.

This is where you rapped your first verses to me. Remember?

I thought it was so sweet.

It was hardcore, damn it, not sweet.

As a kid there was one realistic option,

I built Lego spaceships, flew to another dimension.

Because isolating myself was easy.

- Today I carry a darkness in me... - Look into my eyes, they're empty.

I like your early lyrics much better than your gangster stuff.

- You're the only one. - It was more sincere.

More you.

No diss to your "lifetime achievement" though.

Yeah, sure. No worries.

- What should we do now? - Does he always carry your shopping?

He likes to.

Yo, dog, what's good?

Yeah, I just wanted to see if you...

...if you felt like...

...hanging out or something.

- How's it going, Jinn? You good? - Hey.

Come in.

Close the door. Sit down.

What's up?

Sorry, man, but that woman ain't got it.

She's got zero talent.

It's a waste of my time, man. I want to go to the songwriter camp.

Sit down.

We sent Matteo there.

He did a nice job with Nura. The song is really solid.

So is the remix.

Listen, Jinn, your beats are sick. Real talk.

But beats aren't everything, you get me?

You're not ready, Johannes. You're not a "Jinn" yet.

As a producer you've got to get the best out of people.

No matter how hard it is. That's your job.

Mina, my angel.

- What? - The Wowa song with Azad and Miss Platnum.

Get it out there today, as a promo for the sampler.

- Without a video? - Just with cover art and promotional info.

Okay. Our channel or third party?

I don't care, as long as everyone hears it.

Okay. Got it.

What are you doing?

How does it work, this... Auto-Tune?

No, leave it, please, don't mess with that.

- What do you want? - Auto-Tune.

Yeah...

- Can you show me? - Auto-Tune is not the solution, huh?

- So, what do you think? - It's crap.

Okay, let me... I'll try something.

I can't work like this, sorry.

Can you move to the back or something?

- Everybody say "Skyline." - Skyline!

Okay.

- Thank you. - All right.

Bye. Have fun.

How many of those do you do a day?

Depends on my mood.

People can tell if I'm up for a photo or not.

You know what I never got? Why your parents sold the shop.

Are you serious?

What?

After your brother robbed the place my folks were done with Offenbach.

That's why they closed the shop.

Okay.

But it wasn't my brother.

- Have you ever asked him? - No, because it wasn't him. Got it?

Why does everyone think that?

How are your parents?

Good. How's your brother?

No idea. We're not in touch.

He calls my mom every now and then. But that's it.

Do you miss him?

Yes.

But I...

Sara, I'm glad that we're back in touch.

For my family

I wage war

Even as a kid I had an AK

An AK

Even as a kid... AK under my pillow...

- Nice beat. - It works, huh?

Thank you.

Okay. Should we call it a night?

- I'm beat. I've got to go home. - I'll drive you.

Huh? Nah, it's all right, I...

I'll drive you.

Come on.

Don't forget to save, for tomorrow.

Keep your coat on. We can head right back out again.

Is Jinn moving out?

No idea. I haven't seen him in a few days.

How long do you need?

I'm just checking my e-mails.

They...

They stole our beat.

Hey, Zilan. That bastard from the wine shop called the cops.

We ran, they didn't catch us. What should we do now?

You're driving.

What?

Drive.

Drive!

Get moving!

Same place tomorrow. Wine bar is good now.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's wrong?

- What's wrong? - How much did you get for it?

Huh?

Or was it for the fame?

- Turn that shit off. I'm not in the mood. - Why would you do that?

- Why are you fucking my sister? - Is that the same thing?

In my eyes, yes.

- What kind of game are you playing? - Stop bothering me.

How many more beats did you give them?

- Ask your girlfriend. - Jinn!

- Since she showed you this song. - I didn't show him anything!

- You knew it? - She even read the contract.

- Why are you like this? - What contract?

Don't touch her!

- You're going to send your gangsta boys? - Maybe I will!

You're nothing to them, you're too weak. You're just a little rat.

- Really, huh? - Jinn!

You two are the same. You only care about getting what you want.

No one else matters. It's always been like that.

Pack your stuff.

Did you hear me? I don't want to see you anymore!

Are you Mr. Kampshoff?

Yes?

Please.

Hello?

Subtitle translation by Nathan Fritz