All language subtitles for Dogs.Of.Berlin.S01E09.German.720p.WEBRip.x264-FENDT_eng

-What's going on?
-[cop] I don't know how to describe it?

-Try exactly.
-A massive brawl, 200 strong, weapons.

Hefty injuries. A clash of extremists.
Never seen anything like it.

-You've never seen a massive brawl?
-Not like this.

-Backup?
-We called for a riot unit.

Petrovic.

Remember me?
I was with Red Card until Saturday..

Witnesses said this is about Orkan Erdem.

You really should see for yourself.

[thunder rumbles]

[no dialogue]

-[shouting]
-[ominous music]

-Ah!
-[growling]

[no dialogue]

[shouting]

[ominous music continues]

You were right to call for riot police.
We're going to need a bunch of ambulances.

And water cannons. And stay back
till they wear themselves out.

[shouting]

Come here! Yeah!

Come here!

Ah! Uh...

Ah!

[cries]

-[Meiser] Here, it could've been this one.
-Are you sure?

Yeah, I think so.

-I thought all foreigners looked the same.
-Are you trying to confuse me?

Don't you think it was... this one?

Hm?

And him? Him too?

Mm, him too.

-[phone vibrates]
-Hm. And...

-These two?
-In my statement I said only three.

-Hm?
-Maybe you did some more thinking?

[phone keeps vibrating]

And him, he drove the Lamborghini.

-Right?
-Right.

You're going to say that in court?
Saying that wouldn't be a problem for you?

In a court of law? Under pressure?

Listen, I was a major
in the East German Army.

Lying under oath isn't a walk in the park.

What do you mean "lying"?

Because you killed Orkan Erdem.

[dismal music]

-I don't know what...
-I found the Lamborghini in your garage.

Other than that, not too stupid.
A flashy car makes a great motive.

We took the bait
and started chasing Arab car thieves.

But you had no time after the murder.
You stashed it in your garage.

That's my kind of bet, high stakes.

If you don't attract suspicion,
no one's going to find it there.

Once you do, it's conclusive evidence.

-I can't reach him..
-Keep trying.

Okay, people.

Looks like we're dealing

with a proper gang war
between the Kovac clan and Tarik-Amir.

Tarik-Amir wants to get into
illegal betting so they can introduce

large-scale match-fixing.

Kovac are protecting their territory.

A few hours ago the DA and the judge
agreed to merge both cases.

That's why my old colleagues
from Narcotics are here.

Rafika's unit has been
on Tarik-Amir's tail too long,

without the support needed from above.

That changes today.

These files contain location data
from all known Tarik-Amir cell phones.

Welcome to Red Card.

I managed to match
several profiles to Tarik-Amir members.

We were able to confirm
most of the drug hubs

Rafika's unit already found.

These are the sights where the cars

are taken apart to extract drug shipments.

Search warrants
are being processed as we speak.

But that's not all.
We've got a lead on the Erdem case.

[Tom] Tuesday night,
up until two hours before Orkan's death,

Kareem Tarik-Amir and two of his soldiers

spent three hours there.

-The Erdems' family house is nearby.
-Exactly. Tarik-Amir and Erdem.

It proves nothing.
That's not where he was killed.

That's why we're focusing on the drugs.

We'll pick up every Tarik-Amir
sitting on the stairs

and question him
about the night of the murder.

We've had bad luck in the past.

Tarik-Amir had info that we were coming.

This time there's no chance for them
to respond. We move tonight, 4:30.

Which Tarik-Amir locations do we hit?

We'll have the technical briefing
with the SWAT team later.

[Erol] Orkan Erdem.

Aylin Peters.

Späti Frühm.

Rado Vuković.

Paul Rabenstein.

And Canberk Karaca.

Six murders in under a week
and Tarik-Amir's involved in each one.

We have a special opportunity here.

This is why I became a cop.
Let's get those bastards off the street.

Where is Grimmer?

[shouting]

Ah!

Ah!

[screams]

Hey!

[suspenseful music]

[screams]

[bellowing]

[gasping]

[gasping and groaning]

Shots fired.

Ah...

Mandy, go to Eva's as fast as you can.

Get the keys to her garage.
We'll meet there in two minutes.

[groaning]

Just recently they caught a serial killer.

They found a dead woman
in a barrel in this guy's garage.

But the killer, an honest citizen,

had been dead
long before the law caught on.

The barrel had been there for decades.

The killer even took it with him
when he moved.

-Yeah, really?
-Yeah, really.

The victim in the barrel wasn't
the best footballer in all of Germany.

I didn't know until I saw it on TV.

You didn't know
that you had killed Orkan Erdem?

I was in the military.

In East Germany.

Later, in the West.

From one day to the next
we were bunking with the enemy.

It was strange.

But, still, I always followed the rules.

Even in those days of total chaos.

I have never once in my life
broken the law.

I always paid my taxes.
And then these assholes?

They come over here,

they shit on our rules,
they shit on our lawns.

Not that our people are any better.
Don't get me wrong.

They're idiots, every last one of them.
I'll be honest.

I hate them all.
But do you know what I hate even more?

Their fucking dogs. They shit everywhere.

They shit on my little patch of grass,
and I take care of that grass

They shit right under my window,
and I shouted at them.

I dropped buckets of water,

even put up a sign,
"No dog shit," on the lawn.

I used that sign

when that filthy Turk
got out of his flashy car,

a car that costs a quarter mil,

so his dirty dog

could shit on my poor man's lawn.

My...

little piece of green.

I hit the bastard on the head
with the pole.

He put his hands up, like this,
and the sign cut off his finger.

When I saw that
I knew I couldn't let him live.

The dog was barking.

I knew the car was more important to hide
than the body.

I put the sign in the trunk
and drove the car to my garage.

I wanted to move the body too,

but when I came back two cops were there.

So I had a the shower, went to the window
and pretended nothing happened.

So? Relieved?

In some ways.
You can take me away now.

Are you a danger to the public?

Sit down.

[phone rings]

Hans?

We'll have six SWAT teams on-site.

Eight patrols will block off exits
on surrounding streets at four locations.

Hey, where's Aykut?

I sent him to the Erdems

to ask them if they saw anyone
from Tarik-Amir that night.

Bullshit. The Erdems aren't going to talk.

You still think Aykut's the mole
and you don't want to hear the plan.

Yeah, okay,
I want to be on the safe side with Aykut.

[Seiler] Yeah, that all sounds good,
gentlemen... and ladies.

Bandlow expects hourly updates,

so let's hope we have a murderer
to present to the public soon.

You've got three hours to get some sleep.

It's going to be a short night.

Let's go!

Next week it's goodbye overtime
and hello Mallotze!

-Does this feel familiar to you too?
-This feeling in my gut? Yeah.

[Rafika] A week ago
we thought we had this in the bag.

This time everything's different.

Good.

So, going home to get some sleep?

I'm going to my sister's
to check on Murad. Something feels wrong.

That's normal before a raid.
They will be fine.

Ladies first.

[tense music]

Murad's statement against Kovac is gold.

I once lost... I once lost a key wit...

[Hans coughs violently]

Fucking hell!

[heavy coughing]

Fucking smoker's lung.
[coughing, sniffing]

You should get that checked out.

A good blowjob will do.
I mean the female variety.

See you tomorrow?

[with accent]
Stay away from the Orkan Erdem case!

Understand?

[Hans coughs]

[dismal music]

[loud rumbling]

[screams]

-[bones crack]
-[boy] Ah!

Ah!

On the ground! Police! Get down!

Shh!

Get on my back. Get down.

[shouting]

[screaming]

Ah!

[oppressive music]

Get inside the garage.
There are cops everywhere.

[grunting]

-[Eva] Lay him down.
-Ah!

Ah!

-Ah!
-[Eva] Okay, careful.

Come on.

-[groaning]
-[Eva] Let go, let go.

[groaning weakly]

[Eva] Shit!
Looks like it sliced through a rib.

He needs a doctor now.

Mandy,
you've got the number of that doctor,

Kneiff, whose house we did last year.

He owes us. Go get him!

And you go and keep an eye on him!

We don't want him calling the cops. Go!

-[Mandy] Okay.
-[groaning]

[woman laughing]

[unintelligible talking and laughing]

[Trinity laughs]

-[Trinity] Have a nice evening?
-It's our wedding.

-[Trinity] Oh yeah? How many years?
-[man] Three.

[quiet laughter]

Fifth floor please.

My husband likes you.

-Katharina...
-[she laughs]

You... You could join us, you know?

That's a tempting offer, Katharina.
But I'm expecting a visitor.

Oh...

All right then... [giggles]

[whirring]

[phone rings]

-Yes.
-You are back in Germany?

-Yeah.
-Successful?

No. Schmaus was killed
before I could talk to him.

[door opens]

I'm disappointed.

The concierge.

Had your picture since day one.

I could have sent someone,
but I was nearby.

And I like you, Trinity... somehow.

As long as I'm useful.

You are here to check out Schmaus's story?

Except...

...no one's paying you for that.

Did he tell you he was working for me?

I expressly told you to let it go.

You always led me to believe you were...

above being sanctimonious
or having outdated moral values.

-True.
-So what is this?

An attack of guilt?
A sudden urge to become a whistleblower?

I want to know.
My prize was always the truth.

I look behind the curtain.

Do you know the Wizard of Oz?

The magic machine.

I don't care whether or not
the rest of the world knows it's a fake.

But I want to know.
I want to know how the world works.

Okay, Dorothy.

-Ask this one time.
-Did Schmaus work for the GFA?

At first, just like you.

As a fixer.

He put a lid on scandals.

Cleaned them up.

We learned something along the way.

The pro players,
mostly an uncontrollable bunch

of arrogant, spoiled multimillionaires,

became tame as choir boys

when we started helping them
sort out their stupid messes.

Schmaus came on with a new business model.

Creating the scandals yourself.

Brilliant.

And better for everyone.
Easier to manage, easier to keep quiet.

Easier to keep players under control.

-Did the GFA fix matches?
-Of course not.

You've stopped
another scandal in its tracks.

Good work.

Now keep dealing with that task force.
They're making too much noise.

Ideally,
the public will have its murderer soon.

Thank you, Mr. Laubach.
I won't disappoint you again.

There's never been match-fixing
in the league

or at the international level.

Never!

[dismal music]

Never.

[threatening music]

[grunts]

Where... is... Ulf?

[Eva] Getting the doctor.

[gasping] Tell him... thanks...

for... [groans]

everything.

All forgiven.

[agonized noises]

Forgotten.

Ah...

Tell him he'll have a great future...

in the...

...Comradeship.

Ulf doesn't need you.

[Henkenmaier]
Ah! Don't pull it out! Are you insane?

-Ah! I'll bleed to death!
-No.

You won't.

Ah... [Henkenmaier screams]

[dismal music]

[doorbell]

[tense music]

[inaudible]

[Hans coughs]

[exhales loudly]

[suspenseful music]

[muffled sounds]

[he tries to talk]

Shh!

I'm sorry. You're too late.

Just go. You were never here.

I'll call the police.

Ulf, Mandy, you go too.

-And you?
-I'll take care of this.

Yeah, my name is Eva Grimmer.

There are burglars in my garage.
I can see a light.

Please hurry.

I am afraid to go over myself.

[he mutters]

Drink.

Aspirin.

Questions?

Albert Meiser...

...he killed Orkan Erdem?

Yeah.

-Stupid argument?
-Zeki took a shit on his patch of grass.

Where is he now?

Bathroom.

-Locked in.
-How are you involved?

-I'm not yet.
-Then why this?

What the fuck are you doing?

I want to pitch you something.

Kurt, you've completely lost
your goddamn mind, man.

You struck an officer
and are holding him hostage.

You're covering up a murder.

Let me go and I'll make a statement
pleading for leniency.

If you could go back in time...

Let's say you go through this door

and ended up in Hitler's apartment
in Munich, at 41 Thiersch Street,

before he came to power, say 1925.

-What is the point of all this?
-Would you kill him? Kill Hitler?

Prevent World War II? The Holocaust?
Save 80 million people?

-I thought you were a fan of Hitler.
-I used to be.

In my home Hitler was a legend
and a part of our family.

But then I woke up.
Tonight I'm making a bet.

Against myself.
I'm betting that you will wake up too.

What happens if I don't?

Then I will lose.

[modern Middle Eastern music]

I'm happy we could reach
an agreement, Mr. Mandelrieb.

Don't forget to tell your international
partners they can count on Tarik-Amir.

-The main thing is we have peace again.
-We will. We will.

[Kareem] Why are you driving?
Where's Raif?

-Doing something for Hakim.
-Hm.

-Everything cool in there?
-Yeah, all good.

-Another Kovac shop works for Tarik-Amir.
-Ah.

-Where's Hakim?
-At the bachelor party.

-I'm supposed to drive you.
-All right.

-What's Kamila doing?
-Partying with the girls.

At home. You know Hakim.

-You know what?
-What?

Tell the guys to start without me.
Drive me to the girls.

Hakim wanted me to ask Lara
something about his present.

-Okay.
-Yalla.

[Grimmer] Sit down.

This is about our task force.

Red Card.

A great task force,
with good, competent people.

Armed with every legal privilege.

Armed with the potential
to do a lot of good.

Put an end to Tarik-Amir
and put the Kovac clan away.

This case involves so many different
elements, different connections.

We could follow it for weeks, months.

We could even get
those Nazi fuckers from Marzahn,

and those corrupt scumbags from the GFA.

Don't you see the power of the task force

and the privileges we have as police?

Direct access to the DA,
the judge, SWAT teams, that's all gone

if we tell them
the killer is some old fart

who thinks he's the neighborhood watch.

That's your pitch?
You want us to cover for the killer?

That's not my pitch.

Sure, we have to keep
the Meiser affair quiet,

but in the end we put him behind bars,
where he belongs.

My pitch is simple.

Let's really make use of the task force.

You saw it yourself.

You got further with Tarik-Amir
in one week than in the 18 months before.

Did you ever think
how many people you could save

if you got rid of organized crime
once and for all?

I'll be honest with you.
Your plan is totally insane.

But that's not my problem.
My problem is I don't believe a word.

You want to rid the city of criminals?

You are a criminal.
Look at me. I'm your hostage.

What happens if I don't play along?
What happens to me?

-Either way I let you go.
-Oh yeah?

So you and your masked friends can finish
what you started on that first night?

[dismal music]

Okay.
Here's something Paula taught me once.

Truth will set you free. Absolute truth.

Tonight...

This talk,
there's no point without honesty.

Yeah, okay, the beating. That was us.

Hans, me, two guys from my old squad.

Why?

You pissed me off.
I wanted to give you a good beating.

To put the brakes on you so you would play
second fiddle, maybe even skip a few days.

Your nose was an accident. Sorry.

Since you're being honest,
are you corrupt?

-No.
-I saw you pocket money.

I was never for sale.
I don't do favors for anybody.

I don't work with criminals.
I'm a police officer.

I love my job.

Sure, sometimes I do my own thing
and make some money on the side.

-But I get the bad guys in the end.
-Like Albert Meiser?

Him, too. Yeah. For sure.

And Kovac? Did you warn him?

Yeah. To get his men to turn.

They never would've talked
if he hadn't betrayed them.

This way we got the whole clan,
including Tomo.

And they gave us statements
on Tarik-Amir, right?

You've got to see the big picture.

Imagine you in the future.
It's like killing Hitler.

The results justify the methods.
The ends justify the means.

As soon as you let me go
I'm going to report you.

-You know that, don't you?
-My bet is still on.

You don't know me well enough
to make that bet.

Did you bet on the match, Germany-Turkey?

[dismal music]

No. Why?

Just a thought.

Okay, the bet's still on. How long?

When do you let me go?

Let's play your choice out to the end.

-Okay.
-Good.

I let you go. You leave, report me.
What happens?

You get arrested.

Albert Meiser gets arrested.

The murder is solved. I get promoted.

Wrong.

First, your raid on Tarik-Amir tomorrow
gets canceled?

-That too, yeah.
-Tarik-Amir gets off scot-free.

We may or may not get Kovac
for Späti's murder.

And Albert Meiser, Orkan Erdem's killer,
probably gets off too.

I found the Lamborghini in his garage.

I broke in without a warrant,
which makes his confession inadmissible.

And all the shit...

His lawyer would not find it hard
to prevent a trial.

Uh-uh, if you do it by the book
he walks away without a scar.

-That's all on you.
-Up to this point, yes.

But now it's in your hands, not mine.

Look further into the future?
There will be one hell of a scandal.

The press will nail the task force
to the wall.

Sure, I will take most of the heat.

With a story like this
everyone gets burned.

No one comes out
in one piece. not Bandlow, not Seiler,

not little Petrovic, not even Erol.

A lot of good people
will be gone by the end.

Tarik-Amir will laugh their asses off!

And Berlin will still be in the hands
of traffickers, drug dealers, gun runners.

The scum goes on and on,
that my Turkish friend...

That's behind door number one.

Seems like a real shitty door.

But I don't have a choice.

Because behind door number two
is me covering up a murder,

preventing someone
from being brought to justice.

And becoming a self-righteous asshole
just like the one sitting across from me.

Yeah, you're not completely wrong.
But that's only part of the truth.

Yeah, "We're saving 80 million lives,"
blah-blah-blah.

-Don't make fun of this!
-It's a joke.

-The whole fucking thing is a joke.
-Sit down!

-She would've been in...
-Were you there?

No, but I saw how she did it.

-[mess of voices, laughter]
-[phone beeps]

So here's what happened...
Yeah, you, and then he came over.

And he obviously thought it was hilarious
to shave it all off.

I'll be right back.

-[laughter]
-You, too?

[mess of voices]

[woman, unintelligible]

[sober music]

What do you want?

Hakim's wedding gift.
He wants to know if you like it.

Why don't you ask Lara.
I heard you're fucking her.

You're having me followed?

-To protect you.
-From whom?

From everyone.

-Does Hakim know?
-Uh-uh.

I just wanted to lose Erol.

I thought he might be going after you
because of me.

He's after Hakim.

And that's good.

Is it part of your plan?

The most important part.

[sentimental music]

[Faris] Which one is it?

Up there. Fourth floor, on the left.

-Is Kanaken cop there?
-No.

-The boy and his sister?
-They went back home.

We're going in.

[dismal music]

You're just going to beat him up, right?
Break some fingers?

Sure.

Please call this number
when he gets here.

I was going to head out.
To make sure that Murad...

No.

You wait here. And make the call.

[threatening music]

[quiet drilling noise]

[tense music]

[dismal music]

-No aspirin this time?
-You will get your gun back.

Okay, are we done with this shit?

You lost the bet. Let me go.

I'll give you an hour before I report you.

Ah, okay?

Why not four?

If we are already bending the rules,
why not wait till after the raid?

Maybe you'll get your Tarik-Amir.

You say you don't know me well enough
to make this bet?

Yeah, you might be right.

But I do know one thing.

You want to fuck Tarik-Amir
more than anything.

Okay. So what?

Let's see what's behind door number two.
Then you can go.

Okay.

Door two, we keep it to ourselves.
How long?

A few days. 14, tops.

-A minute ago it was months.
-Sure, even better.

There's lots to tie up, you know.

Don't you want to know
what a rich star like Orkan Erdem

was doing in this part of the city?

Maybe Tarik-Amir's involved after all.

According to what the Kovac boys said

Kareem boasted he could deliver
Orkan Erdem and other players.

Maybe Tarik-Amir
had some dirt on Orkan.

The cell phone data analysis shows
Kareem and two other Tarik-Amir

at Erdem's house that night,
for three hours.

You see. Maybe there was a meeting.

Maybe threats, maybe intimidation.

Maybe Erdem wasn't thinking straight.
Maybe he was on the run.

Müller Street is a main road. Maybe he was
on his way to a secret meeting.

-In a gold Lamborghini?
-Not easy to get a low-key car in a hurry.

Okay, Orkan's driving panicked
through the night,

the dog starts to whine, he pulls over.

He's been living in London.
He doesn't know the area.

He stops at the wrong patch of grass.
Meiser gives him a hard time.

Orkan is in a bad mood,
says something wrong.

The argument gets heated, bam!

Orkan is lying dead in Marzahn
instead of in his suite at the hotel.

And the guy
who got him to leave his suite...

...is named Tarik-Amir.

-Unfortunately Kareem and not Hakim.
-One as bad as the other.

Door number two.
We get to answer those questions.

You hold back on Meiser for...

the sake of the investigation.

We get our story in line.
Tonight disappears.

Red card lives, thrives,
cleans up the city.

You get your promotion.

Door number two.
Doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Maybe not.

But you know what?
No one has a crystal ball.

No one can see into the future.

You're improvising.

I admit, you're a really great improviser.

But you're long-term planning is a joke.

This could spin out and bust open
at any moment.

What if we need more and more means
to justify the ends?

What if tonight's lies
are just the beginning?

What if we have to keep sweeping bigger
piles of shit under the rug?

-What then?
-Then we take care of it.

Give us two days.
Two days and we get results.

You're repeating yourself.

Tell me one thing.

Do you agree to clean up the streets...

that it's a good thing,
an important thing?

And do you agree we've got an opportunity,
a unique one.

Maybe.

If you have the chance to do good,
don't you want to use it?

Your gun is on the dresser.

The end doesn't justify the means. Never.

It's a slippery slope.
That's why we have rules.

-So we don't have to make those decisions.
-To avoid making them, you mean.

Who gets to decide?

Erol.

Yeah?

Be honest.

Will you think about it?

Yeah.

Think about your friend Canberk
and his peace mission.

Think about what they did to him.

Your enemies aren't interested
in rules and principles.

That's why they win.

[tense music]

Call me in an hour.
Door one or door two.

[muffled music]

[Meiser] I've never
once in my life broken the law.

I always paid my taxes.

I will be watching you
for the rest of your life.

If I ever catch you even stealing gum,
I will put you away for murder, got it?

Don't ever speak of this again.
I was never here, you got it?

I'm taking this key.
I can pay you a visit anytime I want.

You work for me now.

And, Meiser, I hate assholes like you.

So don't test my patience.

[tense music]

Tell me
it's going to be all right, Kareem.

Tell me I don't need to be scared anymore.

You don't need to be scared anymore.

Walla, the plan is working.

Better than I thought.

The Kovac clan doesn't have a leader.
Their best soldiers are in jail.

We're buying their betting shops
one after the other.

Our foreign partners
are excited by what we can offer.

Soon I'll be earning
the most money in the family.

And I'll be the new boss.

-And Hakim in jail.
-And Hakim in jail.

I have to go back.

I'm sorry
you have to go through all this, habibti.

-I should never have told him about you.
-Shh.

You were in love.

And who can keep his mouth shut
when his heart is full of love?

Your brother is a bad man, Kareem.

Otherwise he would have
respected your love.

He deserves what you have planned for him.

He does.

Walla, he does.

Just promise me it will happen
before the wedding. Before the wedding!

I can't promise you that.

The wedding's tomorrow.

Just promise it.

There's magic in promises.

I promise.

Hot chocolate.

I was about to bring it to you.

Here.

You wanted to show me the new tracks
you made with Raif's beats.

Tomorrow, okay? I'm not in the mood.

Murad, what's wrong?

Aren't you happy to be home?

-Yes, but...
-But what?

-Don't be mad, okay?
-Murad, you're scaring me.

Erol didn't call.

Then why are we here?

Tarik-Amir.

They want to teach Erol a lesson.
Nothing serious.

Raif never wanted to do shit like this.

Kurti. What a surprise!
I was just heading out.

What? Now?

Sure, my date works in a bar
and doesn't get off till one.

The babysitter is late can you look after
the boys until she comes?

Yeah, sure.

Good.

-Since when do you have a babysitter?
-Well, I need one now.

I have a new job.

-Then I'll do the kitchen in the meantime.
-That's all right. It's done.

You know this guy's really sweet.
Wish me luck.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

[dismal music]

[Grimmer] ...everyone gets burned

No one comes out
in one piece. not Bandlow, not Seiler,

not little Petrovic, not even Erol.

A lot of good people
will be gone by the end.

Tarik-Amir will laugh their asses off!

And Berlin will still be in the hands
of traffickers, drug dealers, gun runners.

The scum goes on and on,
that my Turkish friend...

That's behind door number one.

[phone keeps ringing]

[threatening music]

[phone rings]

He's here.

It's on.

[threatening music]

[buttons beeping on Erol's phone]

[threatening music]

[message notification]

NO

[tense music]

[shot]

[lamp shatters]

[heavy breathing]

[attacker 1] Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

[shot]

[attacker 1] Fuck, where is he?
I can't see him.

[attacker 2] Just cover the door.
There's no way out.

[door closes]

[attacker 3] We're running out of time.
The police will be here soon.

[attacker 2] Hurry up,
that Kanack doesn't leave here alive.

-Over there!
-[shot]

[crash]

[shots]

[banging and crashing]

[attacker 3] Where is he? I don't see him.

Is that him?

[Erol] Ah...

[suspenseful music]

[attacker 1] He must be crushed in.

Over there!

[dogs growl]

[banging in stairwell]

[bones crack]

[courtyard door squeaks]

Where is he?

[threatening music]

-[attacker 2] I don't see him.
-[attacker 3] All the bins are chained up.

[police sirens in the distance]

[attacker 1] Boys, abort.

[sirens ring out, tires squeal]

[car doors shut]

[gasps]

Maïssa, I...

I really believed you. You know?

That you were different.

I am. I didn't know that...

[TV] Could be underwater, like here.

[tense music]

-I lost the bet.
-I will not say a word.

You kill someone
because his dog shits on your lawn?

-And you think you can get away with it?
-No.

[suspenseful music]

[phone rings]

Door number two. I'm with you.