Girls, casinos, coke, protection money.
Your four blocks.
Police. Get him!
- The cops got Latif. - Promise it won't happen to us.
As soon as the passports arrive, I'll be the most German German.
I've been told to stop the process.
Those bastards. They better watch out.
Listen to me very closely.
We don't kill people and we don't kill cops.
You're a criminal, Toni. And nothing will change if you don't!
Ibrahim said to meet with the al-Saafis.
- Where's Mohammad? - He's busy.
What else did he say?
That we won't work together anymore.
We won't take risks for street rats.
- Fuck you! - Is this how you do business?
I can't rely on Abbas anymore. Latif has to get out and take over.
I want you to say you borrowed the car, put the coke in
and made money.
My acquaintance Latif Hamady didn't know what I was up to.
Free again!
Toni has no respect. He looks down on you.
You fucked up.
- You've no idea. - Neither do you.
- He's dragging you into war. - Nobody can.
Toni might die.
Run.
Do you know Omar al-Saafi?
What's he doing here?
Ali's father was a Kurd. Like me.
Ali made me a good proposition. I am going to work with him.
He has vision, he can see into the future.
Berlin belongs to us.
Berlin belongs to those who enjoy my trust.
And you have violated that trust. The wind has changed, my friend.
Ali is my new man in Berlin.
You did not do enough to support me.
You underestimate Mohammad's influence.
I look forward to working with you.
Do not disappoint me, Ali.
- All in, bro. - All in? Mafia! You bastard.
I'm all in too. Show!
- Pocket rockets! - Really? Show us what you've got.
The Arab's got a flush, asshole.
- Come on, come on! - Man!
You lucky swine!
- Who's a swine, you swine? - I said "lucky swine".
- It was a royal flush. - I know.
Gimme the cash.
Next month, okay?
No credit. I get out next week. Gonna pay me by carrier pigeon?
You killed a cop, bro.
Your ass is never getting out.
- I have a perfect alibi. - Mr. Hamady? You have a visitor.
Wait a moment.
Yalla.
How can you be so fucking lucky?
Take a seat, Mr. Hamady.
CHAPTER 1 FIRE
You look like shit, Kutscha. Eat more fruit.
Vegetables are better than fruit. No fructose.
That's even more important in here. Not enough vitamin D.
I'll make you an offer.
We both know what you did, Mr. Hamady.
We also know it's your brother I want.
- Then go to him. What can I do? - Testify against your brother.
Tell us about the family business and the judge will be lenient.
I'm not worried. I have a good lawyer.
You killed a policeman.
There's clear evidence. The gun, your ties with Robert John...
The witnesses who saw your fucking car.
And your paid alibi won't help.
The judge will cream his pants when he gives you life in Tegel.
You'll rot in there.
Meanwhile, your people outside will be living the good life.
And when you get out, you'll be an old man.
It's your choice: you or your brother.
You know the difference between us and you Germans?
We don't betray our brothers. You got that?
Family is sacred.
I've seen the visitor list.
If your brotherly love is so deep,
why hasn't Toni been here in eight months?
7 pm at Café Halbmond.
I need to speak to all the guys, okay?
- Serin! - Daddy!
- How are you, princess? - Isn't Mommy coming?
No, it's Daddy's day today.
Daddy, Lisa has a horse.
- Who is Lisa? - The red-haired girl.
- She has time to look after it? - I don't know.
You see?
If you want, I'll buy you five horses now.
No problem.
But having a horse is a big responsibility.
- You have to care for it every day. - Every day?
Yes. See, it's not so great, is it? Let me show you something.
A Jake!
- Do you like it? - Yes!
It eats less than a horse, too. I'll take you to Mommy now.
Welcome back, brother.
I have some good news.
From now on, Beirut will deliver to us.
Only to us.
- And Mohammad? - Forget him, we have a good partner.
The family is growing.
Berlin is ours and this is just the start.
Latif will keep doing the streets. We'll have more gear than ever.
We're in the Champions League now.
We'll sell the best gear in the whole of Berlin.
Mohammad won't like it, but if we do well,
we'll be unbeatable.
I want to sell the best gear available.
Pay attention to the quality.
Cut it 50 percent. Premium customers get a better blend.
We'll drive the others out of the market.
Nobody does anything without going through us.
Nobody.
Hey, everything okay?
Straight on and then take a left.
Check if they texted us.
It's all okay. The stuff in storage.
Mohammad will kill us.
Mohammad is fat and lazy. He's lost all his people.
- He has a second office. - Fuck that.
He'll think twice before he fucks with us.
The al-Saafis have always ruled here.
We're just dirt to them. Goat herders.
When we needed help, they spat at us.
Latif?
What's up? Are you worried about your men?
My men? They're hungry.
You don't grow old in this game. You have to take what you can now.
Karami is the perfect partner to get us clean.
I'll deal with Mohammad.
We'll be fine.
Keep cool, okay? Don't let them provoke you.
Omar's death shocked us as much as Mohammad and his family.
God have mercy on his soul.
Pass on this message to your uncle:
a war between our families helps no one.
I'm offering him a fair deal.
As of now, he can get the stuff from us.
For ten percent less than what I used to pay him.
I'll pass it on.
Tourists get flour instead of coke
They get screwed By the guys from Neukölln
What the hell You talk about a good upbringing
But you ask little kids for coke You trippin'
For us school starts at ten Not at eight
Topsy-turvy world People think haram is halal
We struggle through life From winter to winter
And you're still fighting with kids?
Your favorite film: A Bronx Tale
But you're not welcome on the streets
Maybe my life will be over tomorrow
That's why no one here Trusts in a pension
When you say
"I'm driving into the sun" You mean the beach
When we say it, we mean Sonnenallee
They hear A, understand B, say C I pull out my 9 mm
Then the talking's over
Gringo does Olay Molay
Berlin, coke life Brain dead, so high
Muay Thai, jungle fight, right, left Sidekick, Tong Po, shin kick
Smoke quality heroin
Pale customer Michael Myers, Halloween
This world will end, Diana, Lady Adios amigos, baby driver crazy
Papa gambles, 51 party
To taş and Tekirdağ Rakı Or chrome-leather trenchcoat, Zoraki
In the right hand Bright green prayer beads
Gladbeck live hostage-taking Goodbye, pow-pow, bye-bye
Friend and helper The cops were to blame
Victim is dead, killer goes free
Hello.
- Mr. Wachowski! - Hi, Mr. Hamady.
How's your son?
Great. He plays left wing. Wins lots of soccer cups.
- And your daughter? - Prettier every day. Like her mom.
The new windows have been fitted.
This is the last one. Another 11.
Four go in there, three go in here.
This bathroom needs expanding to meet the regulations.
The kitchen goes in here. And another four.
Okay, that's fine.
But you need to prove who's living in the house, Mr. Hamady.
There's nothing I can do if people move out without telling me.
There's a commission to fight refugee accommodation fraud.
So I'm a criminal for giving refugees a home?
No, of course not.
Mr. Wachowski, you'll get your list.
With all the names!
By the way, maybe we can make a deal.
I have some major projects: hotels, office blocks.
I'm looking for construction land. Premium sites.
Maybe you'll hear something in the senate department.
Sort something out
and there's a holiday in it for your family:
Maldives, five stars.
And you'll all fly first class.
Okay, I'll keep my ears open.
Wachowski wants a list of the people living here.
Fucking bureaucracy. Why do all this?
Ten apartments, 25 euros per person and per day.
That is 90,000 euros a month for each house.
And it's good for our image.
If men and women share a room, the devil is there too.
It's bad enough that everything is all mixed up in this accommodation.
What did he say?
That it's not compatible with his faith.
I'll take care of it.
Baraa!
How are you?
Fine.
- German? - Good.
Leave us alone for a moment.
Put that stuff away.
You're smart.
You have lots of opportunities here. Don't screw it up.
What's so urgent, Toni?
- I have to pick up Serin. - You look great.
What do you think?
- What is that? - I bought it. For us.
One floor for you and Serin.
Fully furnished. You can move in tomorrow.
You want to buy me?
You can get out of Neukölln, like you always wanted to.
You can't stay with your mom forever. We belong together.
At least under one roof.
It's gonna be fine.
What will? Don't fool yourself, Toni.
Since Vince died, you're in deeper than ever before.
You were slowly getting out. And now?
Listen up, listen up, little Cabrón
No stories, no sorrys, no pardons
Veysel Abi wants Massari Call me Patrón
Big family, call me Gari Little Cabrón
Listen up, listen up, little Cabrón
No stories, no sorrys, no pardons
Veysel Abi wants Massari Call me Patrón
Big family, call me Gari Little Cabrón
Hello?
The kid went straight to see Toni.
- What? A grand? - Minus 10,000 euros.
- Look who's here! - The kid's fresh out of jail!
- Hey, bro. - What's up?
- How are things? Good? - Come here, kid.
- You good? - Sure.
Welcome home, Zeki. You doing okay?
Well? What are your parole terms?
I have to report once a week and talk to a shrink.
- Easy. - So what will you do now, Zeki?
No idea. You need to tell me.
Where's Toni?
Come with me.
Maruf!
What's up?
Toni's away a lot now. Things have changed.
And Kemal?
He does the Golden Dolls and the other joints.
- We're expanding, brother. - I see.
I'm there for the family. You know I can make sacrifices.
Yes, and we respect that.
Maruf is Kemal's nephew.
You'll drive with him. Okay?
You want me to deal again?
You're experienced and he's alone. I need every man. Problem?
I was thinking I could...
- I don't know. Is he my boss now? - Partner.
Let's be serious here.
You get out of jail and want the whole of Berlin?
Seriously?
Why the long face? Your time will come. Okay?
Where will you stay tonight? With your family?
You can stay with Maruf.
Here's a little present from Toni. For what you did for the family.
Put it on.
You call that a wrist! I thought you worked out in jail?
This watch is really awesome, I swear.
Daytona Rolex, 20,000.
Look what they got me.
Casio, 20 euros.
In such good spirits, Ali Hamady?
I've come to pick up my brother.
A bought alibi,
insulting a prosecutor, a killer in the family, bad press...
I thought Germany abolished kin liability?
My brother is innocent until proven guilty.
We both know it's you who should be in the dock.
There are no charges against me.
I'm a respectable citizen.
And this...
can't be taken from me.
Germany for Germans!
Money can buy you anything.
- Mr. Hamady! - Mr. Hamady!
Abbas!
- We're here, brother! - We'll get you out!
Hey, hey!
Quiet, please!
The verdict will hit the family hard.
- Even if they deny it. - A PR victory, that's all.
I wouldn't be so sure. A leading Hamady in jail for life?
It's a big deal for them.
Toni is the boss. He wants to get clean.
The deal with the Senate...
Real estate.
We follow the money and we'll hang him by the balls.
This here is small fry.
Please rise while the verdict is announced.
In the name of the people, I hereby pass judgment:
The accused, Abbas Hamady,
born in Beirut, 19 October 1982,
resident at 11 Treptower Straße, Berlin Neukölln,
is guilty of first degree murder
in accordance with paragraph 211 of the penal code.
He is sentenced to life imprisonment with subsequent preventive detention.
The court considers it proven
that on the night of the 26th-27th of July,
the accused shot dead Robert John, a police officer.
I don't believe it! Fucking hell!
I'll fuck your mother! 15 years?
I'm innocent! You bastard, Schönfließ! Say something!
I demand that the accused be silent!
Shut your mouth!
Get down!
Clear the courtroom!
My husband is innocent!
Be patient. Everything will stay as it is.
Ewa will look after you, and we'll manage the rest.
Calm down.
Get off me, you piece of shit!
Toni!
Come here!
What the fuck was that?
The sentence is a disgrace. They're making an example of him.
She gave him as much as possible.
Believe me, the sentence won't hold up.
I'll get your brother out.
If that's what you want, of course.
What are you saying?
He's my brother.
Brother, this is destiny
Brother this is destiny
Your test starts now What will you do?
Right.
22.
Blinds, please.
- What's up, Paul? How are you? - Great.
- How much is the pot? - 40 grand.
Twenty-five.
What's up, boys?
- What are the blinds? - 1000, 2000.
- You want to buy in? - Mississippi.
Small blind, big blind. Live straddle, 4000.
Come on, first round. How's it going?
Good.
- 4000 and two. - You're out.
- I'll raise, 10,000. - All in.
Showdown.
Yeah, that's it.
All in, my man.
What's up? Are you scared?
All in? Your cards must be better.
That's why they say you have no balls.
What did you have?
King, nine, two pairs. Look what I've got: nothing.
Kemal, I want the guy who did this.
- Uncle? - What's up?
Very good.
Toni is a dead man.
His own greed will kill him.