01x04 - Four in a Row

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f*ck.

- Calle?
- Dude, look what's lying here.

Some as*h*le stole his drugs
and left a bag.

We'll sell the stuff
and split the money.

They broke in and gutted my tinderbox!
What do you know?

You owe us 50,000.
How you get it is your problem.

If we make one mistake,
he'll know it was us.

And that rich b*tch?

Girls!

- I'll give you a deal. Four for five.
- Three?

Life is such a b*tch, man.

The haves get more for nothing

and the have-nots get nothing.

And here's your host: Raul!

I want to know where the snow is.

Blow me!

The money, end of next week,
or you and your kids are f*cked.

My dad never wears this.
You'll easily get 10 t 012 grand for it.

- I'll give you seven.
- The guy keeps so much cash there.

Hey!

Why did you tell me everything's fine
if you owe 50,0002

I swear,
you are such an arrogant b*tch.

I don't want to fall on my face
doing dumb, needless sh*t.

- Be proud of yourself.
- He's a gentleman.

- What do you say?
- I like him.

- We still have to have a drink.
- Maybe he can lend us money.

- It wasn't the right moment.
- When is?

Tomorrow night
we'll have the 50 grand.

- Who is this?
- Oh, no, no, no. Who is this?

f*ck who you want,
but you're done f*cking me!

f*cking b*stard!

- Is that Yusuf? He's got a new girl.
- Strange that we f*cked the same guy.

- Watch your mouth!
- I hate youl

I hate you too!

Traitorous b*stard.

PARA
WE ARE KING

FOUR IN A ROW

Hey, we're screwed.

I'm double screwed.

He was our last chance.

That's it.

Tomorrow I'm going to make
that b*stard pony up.

What do you mean?

I mean tomorrow he's going to fork over
the 50 grand voluntarily.

- Thanks for letting me drive home.
- No problem. You two got along well.

I hope you didn't feel
like a fifth wheel.

No. My car and I will talk later.

Okay.

Thanks for the nice evening.

You've got something there.

Come here.

A bit closer.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I come in?

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, great. And you?

Me? Things are good with me.

- I got the job.
- Nicel

- When can you start?
- Next month.

- Not till next month?
- Ah!

We'll work a few extra shifts till then.

We? I can't work any more shifts.
I fall asleep in school.

Have you been drinking?

- Didn't you pay the electricity bill?
- Fantal

- You were going to do it!
- Why did I give you the 200 euros?

- So you could go shopping?
- Do I have to justify my spending?

It's your job to do that!

God! Nothing would get done without me.

- What will you do when I'm gone?
- Do you want to move out now?

Yes, I'm 18.
I won't live here forever.

- Where does that come from?
- Fanta?

Oh, I can't do it.
Can you please go? I can't.

Hey, sweetheart.

Does Fanta want to move out?

No, she didn't mean that.
She's just a little bit angry.

Do you think you're in love?

No idea, but it is nice with him.

I think he's special.
He's not your typical macho Turk.

Ras, I'm sorry I was so shitty to you
at the dentist's office.

It just came out.
I really didn't mean it that way.

- Okay, I'm going to look now.
- Do that.

Okay. Come here.

Whoa.

Do you see the anchor here?
And here's an airplane.

The anchor signifies love and hope,
the airplane an upcoming trip.

Looks like there's a person
who loves you and has hope for you,

who'd maybe like to join you on your way
or who'd like to take a trip with you.

Or it could also...

What is it?

Yusuf kissed me.

Really? When?

On my way home.
First, he went after me about his b*tch.

Then we got into a huge fight,
and then he just kissed me.

How does that make you feel?

Not a clue.

I keep trying to forget him
and now he's f*cking with my head again.

Maybe it'll be different this time.

I saw a happy turn of events.

Really?

Do you see this fish here?

It signifies good fortune.

A weight will be lifted
off your shoulders.

What weight?

No idea, but it's super obvious,
and a fish always signifies money.

Maybe your debt
will be resolved or something.

Hello? Sunday?

- I don't want you to move out!
- Open the damn door! I don't have time.

- Promise you won't move out.
- Okay, but open the door.

Swear to it.

Okay, I swear.

I won't move out.
Open the door, please.

You promised not to.

- Sorry, I had to see to my brother.
- What are you doing?

- Taking the exam.
- I can't let you do that. You're late.

- Ten minutes late.
- Mr. Winkelmann, I can't not do this.

- Quiet.
- I studied like crazy!

Fanta, come here. Come on.

Do you think studying
will change the result?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Let's be honest.
You're just wasting your time here.

My candidness
might upset you, but...

As far as your diploma is concerned,

and I'm not the only faculty member
who thinks this,

things look pretty... black.

Yes, that's right!

That's how they are.

- Hi.
- Good morning.

- How are you?
- Good, and you?

I'm already at work.

- I've got paperwork. I can't get away.
- Sounds shitty.

- You're shitty!
- I'd rather see you.

- I'll call later. I wanted to check in.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Till later. Bye.

What are you doing?

Bye!

Bye.

The person you are calling
is temporarily unavailable.

Make an appointment
for a checkup up front.

- Thank you.
- Bye, have a nice day.

Hi.

You called?

Yeah, I just wanted to ask
how work's going.

It's all right, but stressful.
It's annoying.

- It's exhausting?
- Mm-hmm.

And on your end?

You've been there all day, right?

Yeah, the whole time.
What are you up to?

I was just wondering
why you drove past me earlier.

Hello, Hatam, did you hear what I said?

Let's not talk about that
on the phone, okay?

I'll explain that. Let's meet later.

Do you have time?
Want to go out to eat?

Yeah, okay. When?

Hey, do you feel like earning 50 euros?

This is art, you know?

If it's not for sale,
it gets expensive.

No, only if the artist's dead.

- I have to talk to you.
- Not now.

- I didn't think you'd come back.
- I have to talk to you now.

- I'm busy.
- Okay, I'll wait here.

- Jessica, right?
- Yes. Don't let me bother you.

- No, Matze, you...
- No, go on.

We don't have any secrets here. Right?

- Right. Go on.
- Go on then.

Okay. Do you have a vision
for this place or not?

- Yes.
- Bubbly and hot barmaids aren't enough.

- Yes.
- This is a nice place.

- It needs a bit of street cred.
- Hold on. Come with me.

- Matzel
- One second.

- Remember what you wanted to say.
- Yeah, yeah.

What is your f*cking problem?

- I'm pregnant, by you.
- No.

Yes, here. Two lines.

No worries, I'm not having
the little b*stard. So, 50,0002

50,0002 50,000 for what?

So I get rid of it and no one finds out
you got your employee pregnant.

50,000¢

50,000.

- 30.
- 50.

- 40.
- 50.

50,000.

- Hello, Mr. Kaiser. This is Matthias.
- Hello. How can I help you?

- I need money transferred.
- No problem.

I'd like to... Yes.

- To Jessica... What's your name again?
- Staupe.

- Staupe, S-T-A-U-P-E. Yes.
- What fore

Gynecologist.

That's right. Paternity test.

- Say what?
- I see.

- Yes, thanks.
- What?

- Thanks.
- You think I'm that low? I'm not lying.

- I don't f*ck everyone.
- Judging by how we met...

f*ck that! I'm pregnant, by you!

Well, we'll find that out.

Bite me!

How pregnant are you?
I mean, can you work?

I've scheduled you for tonight.

Did he ever ask if I take the pill?

- I could so be pregnant.
- You know you do. Why would you be?

- He thinks Charlotte is why you did it.
- Are you Ret*rded?

- I could be pregnant!
- Oh, man! Stop it!

Shut up!

- We need a new plan.
- We've tried everything.

- We need to keep trying.
- What?

Dude, this is the Russian mafia.

They'll f*ck you
and then blow your brains out.

- I don't want that either, but...
- It's Calle!

Calle's calling!

- Yes?
- Jazz, be at my place in one hour.

Man.

Jazz, we need a bit more time.
You have to convince him.

- Hit on him or something.
- How? That'll never work.

Then blow him.

- Are you Ret*rded?
- Or jerk him off.

Are you guys nuts?
That's disgusting!

Dude, you f*ck everyone.

This is a matter of life or death!

Shut the f*ck up! I'm not doing sh*t!

No way I'm doing that!

No way!

- Hey! Calle, what's up?
- Hey, black, brown, blonde, come on in.

Leave them on, I haven't vacuumed yet.

Sit down.

Not going to sit?
You'd rather stand by her?

Man, you've got such cool friends.

Hey, Calle, you're a really cool dude.

We wanted to thank you
for giving us time to resolve this.

No thanks.

The thing is just
that we couldn't resolve it.

I mean, I'm being f*cking honest.
We've tried everything.

But it didn't work.

Okay? But it's not so bad.

We've got a sweet proposal.
We'll deal for you.

We'll be there for you day and night.
We're committed. We...

We'll be bound to you
till it's all paid off.

- Yeah.
- You guys are so cute.

I'll chat with Gunnar about it.

Gunnar? Gunnar, can you come for a sec?

Who's Gunnar?

Hey, Gunnar, not so fast! Oh my God!

- Don't be so frantic!
- Calle, please.

Shut your face! Shut it! Shut it!

Huh? Oh, I understand, Gunnar.

He hasn't shot his load in a while.
Who's giving him a blow job?

- Hey, Calle!
- Brown, black or blonde?

Decide!

Now!

You dodged a b*llet there.
Gunnar is impotent.

Your face was...
It was a prank, man.

Come a bit closer.
I'm not going to sh**t anyone.

I have good news that's bad for me
and bad news that's good for you.

Which one do you want first?

First one firste

They shot the guy
who cleared out my bunker in the head.

That means the 50,000
are no longer your concern.

The bad news is...

It was Raul, man.

Damn scribble-faced,
tribal-tattooed b*stard.

Damn snitch!

So you owe me
for the sh*t you pulled off.

You guys are snitches too.

The good news is you're taking a trip
to the Polish border.

You'll drive there,

pick up a car for me,
come back to Berlin,

and that's it.

Are you cool with that?
Gunnar, what do you say?

I've dislocated my shoulder.
I'll pop it back in!

Okay, so this one job and we're even?

That's right. For ever and ever.

- Okay, when and where?
- I'll text you on Telegram.

All right, shoo!

Thanks.

Rasaq, I wanted to apologize to you.

You're right. I lied to you.

I wasn't at work at all.

I had a whole lot of problems, you know?

A whole lot of stress.

I couldn't manage it alone.
A friend had to help me.

I'm moving.

I was looking for an apartment.

Why were you looking for an apartment?

I'm going to get married soon.

It's in Zehlendorf, four rooms,
floor heating, balcony, huge terrace.

Do you want to move in with me?

- Are you proposing right now?
- Yes.

Only if we name my first son Mersad.

- No, my first son will be named Nigq.
- I wanted to name our dog that.

Do you want to marry me
or get rid of me?

Honestly, both.

- So we share an apartment?
- Uh-huh.

But we share a bedroom, a bed and a TV.

- Only if we have a white kitchen.
- Okay.

- Totally white.
- No problem.

Can you imagine doing that with me?

Yes.

- Wallah?
- Wallah?

I just proposed to her and she said yes!

Give a round of applause.
What's wrong with you?

Be happy for me!
Do you know how hard that is?

Stand up!

I'm so happy.

Donel

- Was that three minutes?
- No.

Then you know the deal.

All right, good night.

- Good night.
- I totally overslept this morning.

Can you please wake me up tomorrow?

- Don't you have an alarm?
- You're my alarm. Good night.

- Didn't you wash his hair?
- No.

Fanta, come on! Nighty night.

Night.

Done.

- Did you brush your tongue?
- No.

You do it.

You're such a damn little baby,
you know that?

Right, rinse.

- Now off to bed.
- And my hair?

Tomorrow.

- Lara, can I get a bottle of Dom?
- Yep.

Yes. Thanks.

What's this?
Pregnancy leave with a smoke?

- I'm getting an ab*rtion anyway.
- Get me two glasses first.

We'll drink to it if it's not mine.

50,000!

That's the hours you have to work
to earn 50,000.

Charlotte could have just deducted them
from your taxes.

- Have you fired her?
- No, and I don't plan to.

- So we're over?
- We're over.

- So you have feelings for her?
- Could be.

- Go on, show me.
- Left, right and then down.

Then up. And again.

No, not like that.
You grab the pole.

You take a drink, then...

You do this all the way down...
and then back up.

- Dude!
- Movel

Yeah, cool!

Hey! Want me to show you
how to do it right?

- Go on.
- Okay. Will you film it?

- Yeah.
- Turn up the music.

That's right.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to ask your friend
where to find you.

I need to talk to you, Hajra.
Can I come in?

No. Really, no.

Two minutes.

Talk!

Do you want me to stay outside
like a little dog?

Okay, two minutes.

Okay.

So what is it?

What I did the other day wasn't cool.

I'm sorry. Really.

But somehow...

Since I saw you again

I can't seem to get a grip.

Maybe it's better if we...

if we avoid one another
for the time being.

Because I...

Because you what?

I don't know if I...

You know, when...

- Mrs. Kruger?
- Theo?

- Mrs. Kriger, what are you doing?
- Now he's behind the tire.

- Come here!
- No, he's hungry.

You know what we'll do?
We'll put the milk here.

- Yes!
- And he can drink it.

- Get it, Theo!
- Come on.

What's with your nails?
We need to go to the salon again.

- Yes, but none of that damn glitter.
- No, you pick the color.

- Black. I want black.
- Good, then you get black.

Sorry, I was just about to leave.

Um... It's cool.

I'd better go, right? Okay.

Dude, you won't guess
who I just caught in my bedroom.

Hajra and Yusuf!

I swear, dude! They were humping
so hard when I came in.

- On your bed, man?
- In my bed!

- Not again!
- My whole bedroom smells like sex.

- Oh my God!
- Okay, I've got something to tell you.

Okay.

I wanted to wait till I see you,
but I can't.

- Okay.
- Go on!

Hatam and I are engaged.

- What?
- Oh my God! What?

Hey! Ras is growing up, man!

You are a grown woman, dude!

I'm so happy.
You'll be such beautiful bridesmaids.

You'll wear such pretty dresses!

Itll be so awesome, dude.

Whoa, I don't know.
It went so fast with those two.

I hope Ras isn't making a mistake.

I hope you aren't either.

Why?

It was just sex with Yusuf.

Okay. And what about his b*tch?

- And Matthias's b*tch?
- Gone.

- How can you be sure?
- I saw a screen-shot.

Do you really think
you two could be serious?

- He's way too old for you.
- I never said that.

- Then it's cool.
- It's cool then.

Hey, awesome video!
#subwaytwerk

I can #hometwerk too.
Do you want to see?

It was nice with you.

Likewise, but way too short.

Absolutely!

But then I want a promotion.

That's annoying.

You're annoying.

I miss you already.

I miss you too, immensely.

Your momma's annoying.

Your dad's annoying.

What?

Dude, what a b*tch!

Oh, Jazz,
why are you screaming like that?

Look at Paula's Insta post!

Am I going to get the outfits
that you "borrowed" back?

Apart from that, nice twerking, b*tch.

- So what?
- What do you mean?

- She's complimenting you.
- I'll twerk in her face!

Did you read the comments?

Here. "What a loser.
Can't she afford her own clothes?"

- Who cares what they write.
- Her reach is huge.

30,000 people saw that! 30,000!

She's f*cking up my reputation!

Then take the stuff back to her
and ask her to remove the clip.

Yeah, she'd like that.
Me crawling up on all fours, "Sorry."

That c**t. No way, dude!

She's f*cking me over, man.

I'll do it.

I'll take her things to her.

- Hello?
- Hi, it's Hajra.

I've got something for you.

I made green vomit.

- Want some?
- What is it?

- A smoothie.
- Okay.

- Looks yummy.
- Yeah, try it.

- Oh, sorry.
- Oh my God, Haijral

- Sorry, but it tastes like...
- Feet.

- Yeah.
- Yeah!

- With broccoli?
- Yes.

Broccoli shouldn't be in anything.

- Hashtag detox.
- You didn't say that.

- Yes, I did.
- I swear, I'll vomit in your vomit.

Here. Jazz is sorry she swiped them.

- No, she's not.
- No, she's not.

Why are you bringing them back?

Do you have access to your dad's g*ns?

Yes.

I thought you could teach me
how to sh**t.

g*n, clip. You put the clip in.

Pull back the slide. Don't jam it.

Release the safety catch.
The g*n is live.

You get it in your sights.

Bye! Respect, dude.

2018 Runner-up, Small Caliber Weapons.

All right.

Your turn.

Okay.

g*n, clip.

Pull back the slide.

- Release the safety.
- Right.

Okay, both hands.

Now take a deep breath.

And exhale nice and calmly.

Yeah, man!

- Oh my God!
- Bye! I destroyed it!

Oh God, you're an absolute natural!
You nailed it.

- Smoke?
- Why do you need it anyway?

- To sh**t.
- Tell me, honestly.

Is there any way I can...

I don't know, I can help you?

- Or something?
- What do you want to help us with?

- I don't know what's up with you guys.
- Dude, so much sh*t is up with us.

You live such an awesome life.
Stay in it.

- Why? Because my parents have money?
- Yeah, that's how it is.

Believe me, you don't want to trade.

But a little bit,

sometimes, just a teeny little bit...

- Just a teeny bit badass?
- A teeny bit badass.

A bit doesn't work.
That's the problem.

Now give me the g*n.

Hajra, if you get busted...

Hey, you really helped me.

Thanks.

I keep imagining all kinds of sh*t.

- About what?
- The guy Calle's sending us to.

Hey, it's easy.
It's the last time.

Then we're done with this sh*t.

I don't know.

Hey, don't worry about it.

- What?
- Where'd you get that?

Paula.

- She just gave it to you?
- We can't take a g*n!

I don't plan on offing anyone.
It's for security.

- What if he finds out?
- I'm not going to wave it in his face.

- You said you...
- That's too heavy.

- Definitely not! No!
- So you decide now or what?

Say something!

Hey, Fanta!

My back's hurting.

- Is it bad?
- Yeah!

- Can I get a light too?
- Yeah.

Can a Muslim do that?

- It's "Muslimah", I'm still a woman.
- Yeah, right.

- Anyway, I'm half. It's fine.
- Sure.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Is it true Muslims can't have a**l sex?

- Oh, Till! Dude!
- Let him.

Maybe he wants to become Muslim.
Afraid of missing something?

Are you done with work?
I want to see you.

Yes, Rottenburg.

How do you see that happening?
I can't go under 20,000.

Boss?

The material costs
are at 17,000 to 18,000.

Shh!

Without the bathtub.

- One second. What is it?
- Can I knock off now?

It's eight minutes early,
but we're done.

- Yeah, beat it.
- Thanks, boss.

- Hajra.
- Yo!

- I'm glad it's going so well.
- Yeah, me too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Kicking outfit.
- Thanks.

- My gas station outfit.
- Do you work at a gas station?

No, a plumbing company.

- How's it going?
- Good.

No, it's legit.
I really like the guys.

What?

Do you know
why I wanted to meet here?

No. Why?

You forgot what I told you here
for the first time?

No, I remember.

And Ayla?
Do you say things like that to her?

No, I don't.

The thing with Ayla...

I wasn't doing well, then I met her.

- And it did me good.
- It did your family good.

- My family played no role in this.
- Perfect daughter-in-law for your mom.

Let's not talk about that now.

Are you engaged?

Yes, we are.

Do you want to marry her?

No.

I don't get it. Do you love her or not?

I don't love her, Hajra.

Okay?

I love you,

and that will never change.

Do you understand?

Don't say it
if you don't really mean it.

I really mean it. I swear.

I swear if you marry her, I'll k*ll you.

- Say wallah.
- Wallah.

- Well?
- Jessica. Everything all right?

- Yeah, with you?
- Yeah.

- Um...
- The video of me dancing...

- Yes?
- I posted it on Insta.

Did you have company?

Not exactly company.

Are you sh1tting me?

- Is it her?
- No. It's hard to explain.

I said it wouldn't happen again.
It happened again.

I'm only human.

Yes. This is my... my pharmacist.

- Hello, I'm Jessica.
- I'm Pascal. The pharmacist.

What's this Oh, it's a white swine.
No, white wine. There's the white swine.

Know how it tastes? A bit tainted.

You can taste a b*tch,
I mean a bit of smoke.

Little hints of brown rock sugar
and slate in the finish.

- Wet slate.
- Finished.

Good for getting hammered,
you know?

A bit of asparagus
with a thick béchamel sauce.

Do you have fish? Anything with fins.

- I have dough.
- I'll get some.

- Fish.
- I don't have the time.

- No time.
- Fist bump, Keil. Take care, Veronica!

- Don't grab me, grab her.
- Yes, yes. I'm...

- Take care.
- You got the door? There.

Boy, oh boy!

Do you think I don't notice?

What?

The bottle.

- It's from my bar.
- Yeah, that's how I know you like it.

The price I pay isn't the money
but having to listen to his jabbering.

- And you aren't free of blame for it.
- For what?

For me letting
that little prick come by again.

How is it my fault
that you have a weakness for drugs?

- Cheers to that.
- Cheers.

Clearly, slate. So clearly.

- Yeah.
- And sweet.

That you're so jealous.
Y

- I'm not.
- No?

- No.
- No.

I wanted to ask,
can I get the day after tomorrow off?

Yes.

And I don't want you
to f*ck other chicks.

- Is that so?
- tis.

- But you're not jealous.
- Only if you give me a reason.

One condition. Don't give me
a reason either. I'm crazy jealous.

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is.

And another thing.
We're going somewhere this weekend.

Paris, London,
some damn romantic city.

I don't know.
That's two things you want from me.

Yeah.

Yes or no?

No.

Okay, then...

This weekend,

you, me, five stars,
a piece of chocolate on the pillow.

And folded toilet paper.

- I hope nothing comes up.
- Something is definitely coming up.

We have to tell her.

- No we don't.
- We do!

- Don't start again.
- I can't do this anymore.

Fanta, we said we'd keep her out of it
and we will.

You want to drive back with no license?

Yes. You know
how many times I've done that?

What if we get pulled over?

If we get pulled over,
we're screwed anyway.

It's not the right time for this.

Utterly inappropriate.

- I'm coming.
- Yep.

Oh my God! You're so beautiful!

You look so beautiful! Dude!

- The most beautiful one.
- Thank you.

- Can you take a photo?
- Of course I can.

My wife.

I don't know.
Maybe the glitter's too much.

It's good. It's gorgeous.

You look perfect.

- I don't know about the crown.
- No?

Fanta, what do you think
about the crown?

- Really pretty. Looks good on you.
- So pretty.

- You look really pretty.
- What's wrong?

Nothing. Turn around.

- No, what's wrong?
- Turn around!

- We have to tell you something.
- No, we don't.

We do.

Could you please
give us a little privacy?

- Okay, what's up?
- Listen.

We have to pick up a car for Pascal
at the Polish border and bring it here.

A car for Pascal?

- It's a drug run.
- Yes. And she got a g*n!

- What's with you?
- What?

You're seriously carrying a g*n?

You want to run drugs
from Poland to Berlin?

- Ah, I have a license, so I'll drive...
- No, no, nol!

Ras, we didn't ask you.

Good!
I told you right off it's your mess.

- Yes, we know.
- It was clear you'd get in deep sh*t.

Ras!

- Went great.
- Someone had to tell her.

Yeah. Did it do any good?

Haj!