01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[Mattouk] Hi, Mr. Karami.

Salam Aleykum.

Ibrahim brought the money.
It's all there. I counted it.

They already want to sell more.

[dramatic music playing]

Our guy let success
go to his head.

He started acting
like a big shot.

I don't know if we can trust
him to be smart anymore.

Well, if you insist,
we'll keep using him.

Very well, sir.
Allah be with you.

Don't worry, Ibrahim.
I spoke to Karami for you.

But I told you I wanted
to speak to Mr. Karami myself.

No need to get angry, Ibrahim.
It was just a quick phone call.

You don't want
to push it with Karami.

Otherwise, Ibrahim, my friend,
you'll disappear.

We need to keep
what we're doing a secret.

Understood?

- Said?
- [Said] Yes?

[Mattouk] Get these.

Take them, sell them,
bring back the profit.

Half of it is Karami's,
and half is yours.

Don't do anything stupid.

I said I wanted
to speak with Karami.

Allah be with you.

Ibrahim!

Karami doesn't like surprises.

Keep your little heads down.

[tense music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[Bekir] How much of that
Mhallami stuff have you sold?

[Tolga]
We sold everything, brother.

Our product's
sold out in Berlin.

[sighs]

Why do we still have no idea
where they're getting it?

[Tolga] Don't worry,
we're working on it.

We're asking everyone in town.

Don't ask the town.
Ask the Arabs.

And make it clear
my friendship is valuable.

[chuckles]

[upbeat music playing]

[Sebastian]
Here comes Knightrider.

A car. A computer.

A man.

A man and his car
battling injustice.

Satan, tell us what
you think of that car, huh?

[dog whines]

Satan thinks you look sick, bro!

Oh, yeah? [chuckles]

[radio cuts off]

- What is this?
- Karl says it's okay.

Driving without a license?

[Karl] Malik.

It's all right.

I don't want him
causing you trouble, Karl.

We can't pay for the car
if he gets in a wreck.

[Karl] The kid won't wreck it.

Come on in.

That's my father.
Mad about nothing, as usual.

- You looked so badass.
- Yeah?

[Sebastian laughs]

What are you upset about?

Your boy is doing great.
He's worth two Sebastian's.

What's this?

Bureaucratic nonsense?

You really know how to have fun.

So what?
His deportation's suspended.

For how long? For three months.

He can't make money.

You think they're worried
over a little cash? Please.

Listen,
I'll get Bea to handle it.

She'll fight like a dog
about this outrage, my friend.

She'll make a few calls,

- and all this will go away.
- [Sebastian] Karl?

Do you know where
the torque wrench went?

[Karl] Tell you what...

- wrench your body back
around and rummage.
- Okay.

- [sighs]
- Use your eyes! Goddammit.

[sighs]

Malik...

[deep breath]

I can see
how hard the boy works.

I can see the talent he has.
Like me, he loves it here.

The mechanic's bay is like home.

- Yeah.
- We'll figure this out, Malik.

Yeah?

Thank you, Karl.

[car engine revving]

- Look, these jerkoffs
are at it again.
- [shushes]

They're rallying
at Alexanderplatz
to spread this filth.

While the pigs just stand there.

Dude, there's nothing here!
Nothing, man!

[gags, coughs]

Why's it so important?
Was there cash in it, or what?

No, my f*cking
suspension document.

- Well, now what?
- I'm f*cked.

Now, I pray I don't get
deported.

Get it?

No, you don't, do you?

Forget it.

[spits]

f*cking rats.

[indistinct chatter]

And where?

[Ali] Where what?

Where did you lose it?

On the subway.

Which station?

Sonnenallee.

That's a train station.

Uh, it was a train station.
My memory plays tricks on me.

Do you have your passport?

[Ali] No.

Lebanon never issued one to me.

Well, they probably
had a good reason.

All right.

Okay.

Here. [sighs] Next!

Sorry, this expires
at the end of the school year.
The old one went until December.

[sighs] Hey, Jörg,
can you prop the door open?

It's so hot in here.

Thanks.

Listen, my friend,
bring me your grade card,

and when school starts,
bring your enrollment papers.

And also bring a passport,

then maybe
I can do something, okay?

- Next!
- But...

Wait, what passport do I bring?
I don't have a passport.

Listen, kid, I don't make
the laws around here, okay?

But I can tell you one thing,

this is not a country
for your kind.

Be happy that you even got that.

Next person!

[grunting]

[hissing, grunting]

[dramatic music playing]

[safety pads clapping]

[panting]

[Malik] Are you ready?

[panting]

[hissing, grunting]

[Malik] Hook! Hook!

- Keep your hands up!
- [Ali grunts]

What's wrong with you?

- [panting]
- Keep your hands up. Come on!

Let's go.

[hissing, grunting]

[Malik] Hook! Hook!

Yeah! Yeah! Good!

Hook! Hook!

[Ali panting]

[chuckles] Come here.

Come.

Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.

[sighs] Very good.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Have a nice day.
- You too, thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

They hate us, Baba.

They don't want us here.

We follow every rule they make,
it's still not enough.

And if we make one mistake,

they throw us out
like we're garbage.

Some people
I just want to do this to.

But I can't.

I know, my son.

But for now, we still have
to keep our heads down.

Not if we go home.

To Lebanon?

Yeah.

Your mother and I made
a difficult choice coming here.

And it was the right decision
for us, Ali.

We can be together here.

You go to school here,
Abbas works at the garage.

[soft music playing]

Don't be rash, Ali.

We have to stay
in control of ourselves.

[inhales]

I believe that one day,

you'll have good honest work.
Your own business.

And you'll be treated
with respect.

By everyone.

One day, you'll be driving
through Berlin,

and you'll see
that office woman.

When that happens,

you'll just wave.

Yeah.

[Ermir in Spanish]
¡Ohh, Rey guapo!

¿Qué pasa, amigos?
¿Dónde está el ventilador?

[in English] Know what that
means? "Where is the fan?"

Time to celebrate, my friends!

You are looking
at the new kings of Berlin.

For you, my friend.
For you, my friend.

Cheers! [laughs]

Hey, dumbass,
don't pour that out!

Hey, hey! Do you know
how expensive that oil is?

Give it.
Let me do it. Let me do it.

- That's money
you're throwing away!
- [sighs]

This oil is really expensive.
All the Italians use it.

I told my dad he should buy it,
but no, he's too cheap.

[tapping]

We might need
to figure out a different plan.

I don't think
we can trust Bekir's family.

At all.

[Ermir] You want to back out
of the deal now?

They put a damn bag
over my skull.

- They wanted to k*ll me, man.
- If the Turks screw us over,

Karami's gonna f*ck us up.

[Ermir] Which Karami?
The one from Lebanon?

Lebanon can suck
my swinging d*ck. You know why?

Because Lebanon is in Lebanon,
and I'm here.

And so are the Üners.
If they want to f*ck someone up,
who'll they come to?

Correct, to me!

Idiot.

Oh, yeah, baby. Come to me.

[grunts]

[laughing]

Look at this
beautiful piece, dude.

- Where'd you find
this idiot, man?
- [Khaled] Watch your damn mouth.

- You don't know
about the business.
- How about you just shut

your f*cking mouth for once,
and do your job!

This is who we're relying on?
This as*h*le?

This is my house!
You need to show some respect!

You're going to let him
talk to us like this?

[talking gibberish]
You know why all this stuff

is stored at my place,
here in my apartment?

Because you ain't got
the cojones
to keep it where you live.

And I have the biggest d*ck
in Berlin. Huh?

You're some foreigner
with no passport!

Mm! This bread is delicious!

You know what
pairs well with it?

The damn oil that your idiot
friend wanted to pour out!

[chews] Camel f*ck.

Why do we need
that idiot junkie's help?

He has no idea
what he's talking about.

And who is Karami?

Does he really control
all the way to Berlin?

- It's like chess.
You know chess?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. You think,
and then you play.

Karami is my problem.

- The Üners are our problem.
- The Üners will go
all over town,

asking everyone
where we get our sh*t from!

Our coke
is the most kick-a*s sh*t

this f*cking city's
ever seen. The purest!

Everyone wants what we have!

What if...

we could make out with double?

[dramatic music playing]

[chuckles]

- Cut it?
- Yeah.

And if we can't find
a mark to buy it all...

we sell the cut stuff
to the Üners.

We'll double our money.

Yeah.

[exhales]

Now that the distributor's
fixed, what part is next?

Uh, the air filter?

- Think.
- Uh, the spark plugs?

Remove the spark plug
from cylinder four.

Okay. I got it.

- [Karl] Well, what do you see?
- Hey.

- You lusting
after the spark plug there?
- No, um... [clears throat]

- Yeah. It's bad.
- Hi. You want me to get started?

Not quite, there's some trouble
with the authorities.

- What's wrong?
- His deportation is suspended.

He's no longer allowed
to do an apprenticeship.

Can you please call Peschke?

[Bea] Of course. Yeah.

- So...
- [Abbas] Yup.

The plugs look good.

Is there a problem?
Is it my status?

It'll be sorted out soon enough.

Bureaucrats and their politics.
They make things difficult.

Bea will make it right. Hmm?

- Karl, this place...
- I know.

Being here means so much to me.

I see your work. Mm-hmm.

Listen, Ms. Peschke...

Of course-- [sighs]
Of course, we'll comply.

But if a stamp from you
is keeping us from working,

you're gonna find
your engine block on your desk.

You can put it back in
yourself then, okay?

- Have a nice day.
- [slams phone]

f*ck.

Okay. [sighs]

Karl can’t write you a contract
because he can’t give you
a salary.

Unfortunately,
that means you're...

unable to keep working for him.

- Will I have to go?
- [Bea] Mm-mm.

You're not going anywhere.
[exhales]

I have an idea.

One time, I had a girlfriend,
a co-worker,

well, she was pretty annoying,

but she had a similar case
at her company.

And they figured it out somehow.

And he wasn't half
as talented as you.

But don't get full of yourself.

- No, no.
- Yeah.

So... we'll figure it out?

- Of course we will. Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- I'll give her a call now.

That's enough talking.
Run along and get back to work.

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- Hm-hm. Go on.

Hey, Bea.

- Oh, come on, beat it.
- Okay.

[chuckles]

- [engine revving]
- [Ibrahim] Stop, stop, stop.

- [Khaled] What? Why? Why?
- [Ibrahim] Stop here.

Stop.

Hello, Lea!

[Lea laughs]

So you travel by chauffeur now?
Like you're royalty?

[Khaled]
Be quick. We're running late.

Hello.

- Why are you here?
- I was at Ermir's.

Is he trying to sell you
one of those apartments too?

He can get really annoying.

I know about everybody's
problems with Ermir.

Mm-hmm. What's that, huh?
A frozen dinner?

No, a kebab.

- Kebab.
- Kebab.

Well, I don't have time to cook.

I'm studying 24-7
because of my exams.

Then, uh, I can
cook dinner for us.

You?

Oh, no, uh, Ignazio.

Ignazio. You know Ignazio?
Ignazio is a very good cook.

Ignazio! Ooh...

- [grunts]
- [laughs]

[chuckles] Okay.

[laughs]

Red or white wine?

[upbeat music playing]

I have to go.

Learn.

Have a nice day.

Red or white?

[chuckles]

Rosé?

[Benji] There is no escape.
Don't make me destroy you.

[laughter]

[Vince] Here you go.

[Benji]
...we can rule the galaxy.

[Frottee] I will never join you!

[Benji]
...the power of the Dark Side.

[Frottee] Your Darth Vader
voice needs work.

[Benji] En garde!

I am altering the deal.

Screw that b*tch
from the office.

Come with us
to the club tonight.
You'll forget about her.

Luke, I am your father.

[Frottee] I think
you'd rather be my mother, dude.

Ali, you can't spend your
whole life whining like a p*ssy.

You're not the only one
with problems.

[yelling]

- [light saber noises]
- [grunts]

Pool, house, arboretum.

You have good problems.

I have problems
you don't know of.

Then tell me.
What is a problem for you?

You know what you have?

You have a father
who actually cares.

And brothers who will
come and fight for you.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, go cry, you p*ssy.

You know what you need?

Tell me, huh? What?

[grunts] This.

- [Frottee] Oh!
- [laughter]

- [Benji] Let's go, Ali!
- [Frottee] Ali, Ali, Ali!

You'd push
your best friend, as*h*le?

- [Benji] Let's go, Ali!
- [laughter]

Let's go! Awesome!

Party!

- [laughter, whooping]
- Man...

- [smooches]
- [laughter]

[Ali] This isn't music, dude.
It sounds like
a construction site in here.

I'm telling you, one day,
this sh*t will be the reason
people come to Berlin.

- Yeah, man!
- Amen!

And that's why--
cigarette, thank you, sir.

I brought us
a little extra something.

- [Vince] Give me some.
- [Frottee] Awesome.

- [Ali] What is that?
- [laughter]

- Happy maker.
- [Ali] What?

[party music playing]

- [Benji] Into the jungle, dude!
- [laughter]

[Frottee] Is this sick,
or is this sick? Huh?

Yeah!

[music playing in the distance]

[woman chuckles]

[Ali] Hey, Benji. Give me more.

Thank you, yeah.

[party music playing]

[cheering]

[doorbell rings]

Good evening.

How do you know where I live?

That is not important,

but you know what is important?

Red?

Or white?

Wait, or...

[muffled] Rosé? [laughs]

[laughs]

Wow.

You really know how to decorate.

[objects clattering]

[Hanin humming]

Are you thirsty, little beauty?

I’ll keep you alive.

I promise.

So sweet...

You'll grow.

- Teta...
- Huh?

- It's your turn.
- Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

Whoa, this is insane.

Welcome. [chuckles]
Hello, Hanin.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hi.

So, you training up
for the tryouts?

- Yeah, we're doing good.
- Yeah?

- Getting there.
- [chuckles]

[bell rings]

Good evening, dear friends
of the well-kept gardens.

It's rather unusual,

but for this meeting,
we've assembled a quorum.

We begin with item 21
on the agenda, which is...

the allocation
of vacant plot number 34

to the Hamady family.
That's the, uh...

family right there in the back.

[indistinct chatter]

Does anybody object?

[woman 1] Yes. Who allowed this?

[woman 2] Yeah.

- I'll take care of it.
- [Norbert] Okay, people.

- We should vote no.
- This is a violation
of our rights.

[man] I don't want these people
in our neighborhood.

[woman]
I'm not okay with this, at all.

[man]
The plot should go to a German.

Hold on.
Hold on a second, everybody.

Before we vote,
I'd like to say something, okay?

This family, the Hamady's,

are all people
I can fully vouch for.

I've known these two
for over eight years,

since they came here
from Lebanon.

They're a hard-working,
and very loving family,
all right?

If there's any family
that belongs here,

it's the Hamady family.

Hanin, come up to the front.

Tell everyone
your family's incredible story.

Read it to them.

[clears throat]

"My name is Haneen Mansour.

I am Turkish born.

During the civil w*r,

we had to flee
our village in the night,

and go to Lebanon.

I still remember the colorful
flowers in our garden there.

My family flourished there.

But when the w*r
came to Lebanon,

we had to flee from there too.

[dramatic music playing]

For eight years, we've been
looking for a home in Germany.

I buried my daughter Narges
here, in German soil."

[sniffle]

"The earth was cold,
and my grieving heart bled.

But when I saw
the beautiful trees
and flowers in this garden,

it gave me hope."

[emotional music playing]

Family...

without home...

like flower...

without water...

and sun.

[sniffs, swallows]

[Norbert] All right then,
all in favor of Hanin Mansour

becoming the newest member

and friend
of the well-kept garden.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Okay.

And accepted. [laughs]

- Bravo! [laughs]
- Did we make it?

What happened?

[Khaled] Look, she's there.
She's always there.

[Ibrahim]
Where do you know her from?

[Khaled] I know her brother.

How come the brother's
not in charge?

Uh, he's dead.

g*ng w*r.
They don't f*ck around about
their cigarette business.

- Thanks.
- Look, look, look, look.

Look how they work.

That's how they'll
be moving our coke.

Super fast.

They're like machines, man.
Machines.

Good morning.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

You speak like that
to your friends?

You still owe my brother, yeah?

I was in prison.
How could I have paid?

- But why I care?
- Your brother never
had a problem with me.

- Two hundred marks.
- Two hundred?

Your brother... but he's gone.

- You no at burial.
- I was in prison, Than!

- No respect, man.
- I heard you
also missed the burial.

- I had to work.
- Yeah, I don't think you're
making sh*t down here.

- Your brother would agree.
- I make good money.

Bullshit...
You sl*ve away for nothing

in Berlin's plumbing.
Don't you want real money?

Come do what you do best
and cut our cocaine for us.

We’ve got a serious
huge thing in the works.

Come work with me and my friend.

Well give you
five percent of everything.

Twenty.

Twenty percent? Way too much.

Without us,
you'll be trapped here forever.

- Twenty.
- Think that scares me?

It's just protein for me
in the morning. Five.

That's gelatin, you idiot!

[spits] You sell that?

Crazy b*tch. Five percent.

Twenty percent, she says.

Twenty percent!
Khalas, let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- [Khaled] No. Ibrahim...

[in Vietnamese] Watch the stall.

I'll take the bag.

[in English] Hey!

Hey, ey, ey, ey.

I'll fight you.

Can you cut it?

Fifty percent.

Huh? Bullshit, 50%?

- Based on what...
- I'm the best in Berlin.

I'll cut it. Fifty percent.

The goods.

[Ibrahim]
You'll get 20% of the money

for cutting the coke by 50%?

For doubling it, yeah.

Okay?

Fifty percent. Okay?

["What I Got"
by Sublime playing]

- Fantastic.
- I am fantastic, that's right.

I have total faith in you.

[scoffs, in Vietnamese]
f*ck you!

The Hamady's against the world!

- [Marwan] On me! On me!
- [Ali] Yeah, man. Nice.

[boy] Hey, get him! Get him!

- Yeah!
- [Ali] Yeah! Let's go!

[Marwan] Come on, sh**t!
Ali here.

- Yeah.
- [Marwan] Pass it.

Come on. Yeah.

[all cheering]

- [swooshing sounds]
- Hey, hey, hey!

[Ali] Throw it here.

[girl] You need to pay first.
Then you can drink it.

Thank you.

[Amara] And this is for you.

[laughs]

Bro, I've never seen
anything like it.

This stuff is pure.

We just need to find a buyer
we can trust.

What's the name of that...

that guy that owns
the brothel downtown?

Nougat, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, no, no.

This sh*t's good.

Trust me, man.

Okay. Okay.

- [Tolga] Get in the trunk!
- [Khaled gasps, groans]

Keep your f*cking mouth shut!

[Khaled groaning, coughing]

[muffled] Get off me!

[struggling, groaning]

- Allora... was it good?
- So good.

Yeah? Wonderful. I'll pass that
along to the chef.

- Yes, ma'am?
- [woman]
Could we get some pepper?

Pepper, no problem.
Allora, signoras!

- Pasta for the madam.
- Thank you.

- Tomato mozzarella...
- Excuse me, I'd like to pay.

I'll be right with you.

Tomato mozzarella and carpaccio,

for the wonderful lady
in the fabulous dress.

[woman] Thank you.

- One-fifty.
- Mm-hmm. Keep the change.

Well, thank you.

- [woman] Waiter?
- Enjoy the rest of your day.

- Uh, I'd like to try a dessert.
- Yeah?

Of course, sir.

Well, Sergio's desserts
are the best in the city.

Here you go, sir.

Please come by again soon.
Have a nice day. Madam, sir?

[woman] Could we get two glasses
of white wine?

- White? You got it.
- Thank you.

Whatever you need,
Sergio can get it.

- Two white wines.
- Wait a second.

Ermir. Come back here.

- What just happened?
- I don't know what you mean.

What just happened?
What was that?

- What's in your pockets?
- Nothing, Dad.

There is something
in your pockets.

- What's in there?
- Stop it!

[heavy breathing]

[groans]

[Ermir breathing heavily]

What a f*cking as*h*le.

f*ck this stupid f*cking
pizzeria, man!

- f*ck all this sh*t!
- [Enver] Hey, Ermir!

Ermir! You want the police
to come and destroy everything?

- f*ck the police, f*ck you too!
- You'd risk everything
that I've built?

How could you hit me
in front of everyone?

- You humiliated me!
- I hit you because
I'm your father.

You're a big man?
Then go fight the Russians!

Tell me what to do
about the Russians then!

Give me control,
and let me deal
with the problem!

I'd give you control,
but you don't want to learn!

You don't want to learn,
and you don't think
things through.

I've spent my whole life
working for you,

and I have less control
than Malik does!

Yeah, because he's better.

[Ermir] You'll see.
Ibrahim and I are going
to take over this city.

We'll see who's better!
f*ck you and this sh*thole.

[Enver] Look what Ibrahim
turned him into.

I really trusted you, Malik.

You showed up with Ibrahim.

Look what your brother
did to him.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I apologize, Enver.

[Enver] Get out.

Your family is no longer
welcome here.

[melancholic music playing]

- Hello.
- [Amara] Hi, Teta.

- [Ali] Hello.
- [laughs]

Hi, Teta.

Where did all this
food come from?

Salam, Teta.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[Ali] It's all fresh.

There's more. Here.

[Marwan] Start the oven.

Here, Teta.

[Ali] And there's still more.

Check it out. Catch!

Yeah!

[Marwan laughs]

- [Ali] Two!
- [Marwan] Two.

- [Ali] Three!
- [Marwan] Three.

[Ali] That it?

[car approaching]

[Sascha] Hey, Walerij, look.

Can you believe it?

It's that dishwasher
who works for Enver.

He looks homeless.

Hey, cleaner?

Watch our car, okay?

[hawks, spits]

Here, your pay, blyad.

Get yourself some
clean underwear.

[laughter]

[Sascha]
And some for your wife, too.

Hey, you got any cigarettes?

- [Walerij] Yeah, here.
- [Sascha] Thanks.

All right,
enough f*cking around.

Let's get out of here.

[Walerij] Yeah.

[Sascha]
Let's go make some money.

[tense music playing]

Jesus!

You must be out of
your f*cking mind.

Real tough guy, huh?

Fight me like a real man,
you f*ck.

- Come on, let’s go.
- [pipe clatters]

Let’s go, suka.
Not so tough without your pipe.

Come on. Come on.

[groans]

[panting]

[groaning, panting]

[in Russian] b*stard.

- [groaning, panting]
- [pounding]

[groans, gasps]

[panting]

[gurgling]

[coughs]

Satan! Satan!

[kisses] Come here.

Yeah, that's a good boy.

[sighs]

[Sebastian]
I can't hold it anymore.

[Abbas] You good?
Got ants in your pants, or what?

No.

Berlin curried sausage
goes right through you, dude.

- [door closes]
- [chuckles]

Not so fast, doll,
you've got one more thing.

Karl's out for dinner
with Uschi.
You need to park it.

Really?

[upbeat music playing]

[Bea] So this is what
turns you on, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Come on, hop in.

[laughs]

[sighs]

You don't need to tell me twice.

- Okay, are you ready?
- Always.

- [engine starts]
- [laughs]

[engine revving]

Hear that?

- Yeah...
- [chuckles]

Six cylinders.

Three-point-six liters.
Two hundred fifty horsepower.

It rumbles.

Rumbles like crazy.

Active liquid cooling.

They don't make 'em
like this anymore.

[revving loudly]

The garage is right there.

I know.

- Come on, Abbas. Don't.
- [laughs]

- Are you getting nervous?
- You should be nervous!

[hip hop music playing]

[tires screeching]

- [laughing]
- Ah, Abbas, don't be reckless.

- [laughs]
- Abbas!

[Abbas] Yeah, okay, which way?

At the next crossing,
take a right.

[Abbas] That one there?

- Yeah.
- There?

- Yes...
- [laughs]

- [Bea] Abbas!
- [Abbas] Woo-hoo!

[thunder rumbling]

That's Berlin, huh?

[Abbas] One day,
Marwan will be playing in there.

- [Bea] Who's Marvin?
- [Abbas] Marwan,
my younger brother.

You should see him play soccer.

He's so fast you can't even
see his feet anymore.

- [chuckles]
- I'm serious!
He's that talented.

- Why are you laughing?
- I'm not laughing.

I love it when people dream.

- It's magic.
- [chuckles]

Yeah...

My dream is to own this.

[sighs]

[chuckles] One more thing.

Some of our customers
are a bit frugal.

They don't like paying the tax.
But how do you get out of it?

- You pay in cash, off the books.
No invoice.
- Under the table.

Yes, it is.

And with that money,

sweet Karl pays
to take Uschi abroad

for their vacation. Except...

This year,
they won't be going...

Because that much cash
could instead pay your salary.

Are you serious?

- For one year.
- Yeah!

I get to keep working
with you guys

- for another full year!
- Abbas...

Abbas! Let go of me!

- [clears throat]
- Right.

- Sorry.
- All good.

[Abbas] Woo-hoo!

Whoo!

[Elif] And one, two,
three and four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One and two.

Three and four.
Five and six.

Don't forget, next week
we're meeting at six, okay?

Leila, can you let
Violetta know?

- [Leila] Uh-huh.
- Okay, great, thanks.

Bye! Be sure to get some rest.
Bye, bye. Bye.

- [girl] Bye.
- Bye. Bye, sweetie.

[woman] Bye.

What brings you in here?
Want a boxing lesson?

But why aren't you at work?

[gasps, chuckles]

- [gasps]
- [moans]

Hey, hey.

[heavy breathing]

Okay, um...

how do you say...

"Move your fat a*s!"

[both laughing]

Why do you want to know that?

Because sometimes
they dawdle around.

And then the blame me
when they don't see results.

I need something
they'll understand.

- [laughs] Harrik.
- Harrik?

Mm-hmm. Teezak. [laughs]

Teezak. Yes?

Harrik Teezak.

[loud sigh]

But what I'm thinking
is more like...

The devil and the angel.

Devil and angel?

Mm-hmm.

What is that?

[inhale]

Ibrahim. [exhale]

I love him like a brother.

[dramatic music playing]

But at home, I found a weapon,

and a kilo of cocaine of his.

[scoffs]

You're not serious, are you?

[Malik] I am.

- f*ck.
- He's family.

Family...

I know his kind, Malik.

They tell you it's all
about the family,

And that they do it
for you and the kids.

Family doesn't mean sh*t to him.

What do you suggest? Huh?

How do I stop him?

Go to the police.

I can't do it.

You know what?

He doesn't treat you
like a brother.

[footstep receding]

[Abbas] Sebastian's like
the funniest guy I've ever met.

But the thing is,
he's not funny on purpose.

He's just kind of thick.

Karl is always
so annoyed with him,

because he screws up
what he's asked to do.

He's like,
"Basti, go to the back

and check if the blinkers
are working." Right?

And then Karl yells, "So?"

And he's like, "Yeah, they work.
Wait, no, they don't!

Wait, yes, they do!
Um, no! Um, yes!

- Uh, no!"
- [laughing]

And then he runs
to the bathroom,

and his pants are
already unbuttoned,

'cause he's about
to sh*t himself.

- [laughing]
- [Hanin] Malik!

Come. Sit down.

- [Marwan] Hey, Baba.
- Salam Aleykum.

[all] Salam.

[Abbas] Aleykum Salam.

What's happening here?

Uncle Ibrahim
brought us groceries.

There's more. Uncle Ibrahim
brought us the whole shop.

- Come. It's really good food.
- [Hanin] Malik.

- Come.
- [Marwan] Sit, Baba.

Sit.

Eat. It's good.

Didn't Sebastian go
to the toilet like five times?

- [Abbas] More than once.
- For real?

[Abbas] Like every day.
And the toilet's right
next to the garage.

- So I can hear him in there...
[mimics farting]
- [Marwan laughs]

- [Abbas] Always eating. [laughs]
- [Marwan laughs]

Sounds like Amara
in the morning.

What's this?

A garden. A garden, Malik.

She found a garden allotment.

They say it's like Disneyland
or something.

Yeah, it's Disneyland
for Germans.

Three-thousand deutschmarks.

Yes...

What is this?

Baba, that's, uh, money
that you give them,

and you get it back
if you don't break anything.

Mm... And who's paying for that?

[Ibrahim] I told her about my...
friend back in Lebanon.

The one I did a favor for.

I told her he owed me
a favor now.

- Those Germans, right?
They really are clever.
- [Marwan] Mm-hmm.

They make you pay them
before you even break anything.

That's why they're so rich.

I've lived in this apartment
for years.

This place is like
being in prison.

Ah...

Thank you.

[kisses]
Thank you for all this.

Don't talk that way
about our home.

We don't owe anyone anything,
and no one owes us.

[sighs]

Baba, what is it?

Marwan.

Did he leave because of me?

- Did he?
- [Amara] No.

[Abbas laughs]
See, it wasn't me.

- [Amara] Yes, it was.
- [sighs]

[Abbas] Hey, Marwan,
give me ten marks.

- I need it.
- [Marwan] What? No way.

[Abbas] I'll pay you back
ten times, bro, please.

- [Marwan] Okay, fine.
- [Ali] Hey,

- don't give him anything.
- Brother...

I'm helping our family succeed.

That's all.

I want them to be happy.

They're happy because
they don't know the truth.

They don't know
about what you do.

You're lying to your mother
and the kids.

[Ibrahim] Am I lying to them?

Yes.

You can help the family
in your own way.

Let me help them brother.

My way.

Your way?

You getting Ermir
to peddle your bullshit

at the restaurant.

And Enver firing me
from the kitchen.

Is that your way?

Listen, brother.

And notice I'm still calling you
by that name.

Because you are my brother,
Ibrahim.

I want you to listen to me,

you are destroying this family.

We need you to stop.

[tense music playing]

[phone ringing]

We love you, Ibrahim.

- But you must stop.
- [ringing continues]

So?

Are you going to choose us
or them?

[ringing continues]

[ringing, beeps]

Hello?

[music continues]

Where is Khaled?

[whistling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[long sighs]

[whistling]

[sharp inhale, exhales]

Come on.

[whistling]

Where is Khaled?

[spoon clinking against glass]

Your Khaled?

[slurps]

He's gonna be okay.

He wisely handed over his g*n.

He's not as dumb as he looks.

Good boy, this Khaled.

You must learn how things
are done in this city.

Neukölln...

is ours.

And you two will not be working
with the Üners.

Stay out of our business.

[Ahmet] Where do you guys
get the stuff?

Hmm?

Tell us, and nothing
bad will happen.

Listen, Arab-ibo.

You tell us where,

we'll cop directly from them,

and you'll get a commission.

Huh?

How much of a commission?

[scoffs]

How much of a commission?

Huh? Look at me!

We didn't bring you in here
to barter with us.

Brother...

This is a capitalist
country now.

We can talk money.

Bekir underestimates you.

He's old school.

He only sees
the Mhallami in you.

But there's more
to you than that.

I saw that right away.

As long as Khaled gets
returned unharmed...

Because if he doesn't,
I'll k*ll all of you.

[Ahmet laughing]

[laughter]

When bone is cut off cleanly
by a professional butcher,

there's still a chance
you can reattach the finger.

Ah, look who it is.

Come here, Süleyman,

I have a gift for you.

Take some brisket.

For the children.

Please, take it.

Oh, and Süleyman...

Those fingers
on my chopping block,

you can take those too.

Seriously.

[Ahmet] Sülo, if you don't
clear your debts,

your ear is coming off.

Got it? [spits]

Piece of sh*t!

Where is Khaled?

[Tolga] You can come out now.

Your master's here.

[Ahmet] Next time,
I'll take your fingers.

- [Ibrahim] Hey!
- Come at me, as*h*le.

I dare you!
See what happens--

[grunts]

I was just walking across
the f*cking street downtown,

and one of these m*therf*cking
as*h*le Turks bagged my head.

And then I'm shivering
my ba*ls off,

stuck in that f*cking lunatic's
freezer for hours.

[panting]

We'll sell
to someone else, then.

Yeah.

[panting]

- [engine starts]
- They're gonna f*ck us up.

They'll come for every
one of us, Ibrahim.

They'll destroy you, then me,
and then everyone else.

Maybe it's just better
if you do it without me.

[soft dramatic music playing]

Can you drive?

Did you see what they did
to that other guy?

They chopped off
his two fingers!

They have so many men.
We have nobody!

- Khaled! Khaled!
- Except Ermir!

Khaled! Khaled! Hey!

[shaky breathing]

Eight years I spent in prison
dreaming of running Berlin.

My city.

I won't let these people take
my city from me, you understand?

[shaky breathing]

We'll pretend
that we're their friends,

and then we'll butcher them.

Fear doesn’t stop death, brother.

- Fear stops you from living.
- Uh-huh.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

[credits music playing]