4 Blocks Zero (2026) s01e06 Episode Script

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- [Hanin] Ibrahim, my son
- [Ibrahim sighs]
[Hanin] No,
I'm not giving it to you.
Look at yourself.
[Ibrahim] Mom,
I need you to help me.
Ibrahim, Malik's right.
You have taken things
way too far.
[sighs]
Ibrahim
[dramatic music playing]
Can you please call
my Uncle Mohammed?
I'm asking you, please.
I have to go.
[tense music playing]
He's my son, Malik.
Don't you understand?
[dramatic music playing]
- And?
- [Ibrahim] Let's get going.
[Than] Where are you heading?
To Essen.
What's in Essen?
Latif.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
- [Hamza groans]
- [alarm blaring]
[Latif] Get up! Come on, get up!
- [guard 1] Hey!
- Hey!
[Wissam] Hurry up!
- [guard 1] Stop!
- [Latif] Run!
- Run, Hamza!
- [Wissam] Faster!
[guard 1] Hey, stop!
[people screaming]
- [Hamza groans]
- [Wissam] Shit. Hamza!
- [Hamza] Let me go!
You assholes!
- [guard 1] Stop resisting!
[Hamza] Let go of me!
[Latif] Are you crazy?
The cops!
- Come on!
- Go after them!
- Yes, sir.
- [Hamza] Fuck off!
[guard 2] Hey!
Stop right there!
Latif!
Stop!
Shit!
Ali?
Abbas?
[sighs]
[in Arabic] Grandma.
[in English] Where's everyone?
[Marwan]
They didn't come home yesterday.
[panting]
[sighs]
Ali and Abbas still aren't back?
- [Amara] Mm-mm.
- [Marwan] What about Baba?
[Amara] Baba's looking
all over for them.
Screw Ali, man. Screw Abbas.
[Amara] Everything okay?
What's wrong?
Ali knows I have a tryout today.
Where the hell is he?
Huh? What kind of tryout?
What kind of tryout?
[door slams]
[punches thudding]
Where are my children?
Where the hell are my kids?
- I don't know, Uncle.
- [Malik] You don't know, huh?
Khaled's your fucking brother.
You know exactly
what he's been doing.
- Uncle, what's with you?
- Where are Abbas and Ali?
Get your fucking hands off me!
You piece of shit!
- Why you coming at me?
I'm not involved.
- Where are my children?
- Malik!
- Khaled and Ibrahim
- are doing all this shit!
- Enough!
- Just beat it!
- If you'd kept a better eye
on your kids,
- they wouldn't be missing
right now.
- Malik, Malik
- I'll smash your head,
you fucking dog!
Calm down.
[sighs] Okay.
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
If Ibrahim got Abbas and Ali
mixed up in this shit
- I know.
- I'll fucking kill him!
I swear to God!
[heavy breathing]
Malik, calm down.
Malik.
They're your children.
Yeah.
Trust them a little, okay?
[sighs deeply]
[music continues]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[clicks tongue]
So, what's your name?
Are you shy, or
[chuckles] Cool.
We're here
over this ecstasy thing,
in case you need anything or
Cut the bullshit.
Okay, sorry.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
Just wait here.
Come on, Vince.
Vince, man. Vince!
[door opens, closes]
That little bastard.
That fucking asshole, huh?
He really pulls that shit on me,
just like his fucking bird,
huh? "Hansi, Hansi."
Fucking little freak.
That pill-popping bastard,
man, seriously.
I'll fuck you all up,
you little bastards.
You have no idea who you're
[tense music playing]
[razor whirring]
[Wissam] They're here.
Hi, Ibrahim.
What's wrong? What happened?
It's all good.
Everything's fine.
- Salaam alaikum, sir.
- Salam.
What do you want with Latif?
Latif, uh
He's in some trouble right now.
Where is he?
[suspenseful music playing]
Please come in.
I brought you some food.
- [Wissam] Hello.
- [Mohammed] How are you?
Salam Aleykum.
[Mohammed] This is Wissam.
He's one of, uh
of our relatives.
Salaam alaikum.
[phone ringing]
[Wissam] Who's calling?
[door opens]
[Mohammed] Latif.
Why do you look like that?
What have you done to yourself?
Salaam alaikum.
- Wa alaikum salaam.
- [soft chuckle]
How long are you gonna
keep hiding?
This is Ibrahim,
Malik's brother-in-law.
He wants to talk to you.
- So, you guys
robbed a bank, right?
- [Wissam] Yeah.
[Khaled] How did it go?
- [Wissam] Not too good.
- [Khaled] Why not?
[Wissam] Usually,
it's just a bunch of
fat security guards, you know?
But this time,
there were guys there
acting like Rambo.
My friend Hamza got busted.
And we don't know
if he can keep his mouth shut.
Do you have a plan
for what you're supposed to do?
- [smacks lips]
- No.
Maybe you'd be better off
in Berlin.
I'm looking for someone.
There's a guy we need
to take down.
It's not an easy job.
You know what I mean?
Is that your gun, Wissam?
Yeah.
Hold this.
[tense music playing]
[scoffs]
Did you clean it?
[Wissam] No.
[huffs]
Because, see,
if you don't clean it properly,
it could go off.
[Khaled] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [Wissam huffs nervously]
- Hey, hey, hey. Shh
Thank you.
[tense music playing]
[dog barking]
No, we won't deliver
any cars today.
No, I can't connect you
with Karl right now.
Karl isn't here!
We're not sending out any cars
at all today, all right?
Not yours either.
Fine. Bye!
Fucking bastards, everyone!
Right, Basti, call them!
We're not delivering
anything today.
Come on! Do it!
What's going on?
Uschi called me
a while ago. [sniffles]
Um, someone broke
in here yesterday,
and Karl's not here.
- You know how he's doing?
- No!
Basti, just do me a favor
and help me out, okay?
Make those calls.
And you, uh [inhales smoke]
[sighs]
Can you please take a look
and see
if there's anything ready
that we could send out sometime
in the next few days?
Please.
[trembling inhale]
Abbas?
[indistinct chatter]
- [Kerem] You fucked us over.
- [friend]
I'm winning here, guys.
[Kerem] You're gonna see
the tip of my dick.
Salaam alaikum.
Oh! Cutie.
- What does he want now?
- Where are my radios?
Come out, we gotta talk.
You wanna talk to me?
Come here and talk.
We're civilized. We're not
monkeys like they're in Lebanon.
[laughing]
Tough game. [laughing]
Shit.
Bitch!
Sit down.
Sit down now!
[friend] Sit down, dude!
Sit down.
All good.
[sighs]
What's up?
I called the corporate raider,
he'll get us out.
We didn't do anything.
They let you make a call?
[chuckles] Sure.
That's bureaucracy.
Same shit every time.
Führer gives the order,
they obey.
What did you say?
That I'm a diabetic.
I said if I croak, I'm taking
some of them with me.
- [chuckles]
- Are you diabetic?
- Are you dumb?
- Mr. Kerner.
[Vince] What is it now?
Please go to the office
for a minute.
What kind of papers
do you have on you?
A deportation suspension.
May I take a look at it please?
Ali Hamady.
- Lebanon, right?
- Mm-hmm.
Is this you in this picture?
Yeah.
Sometimes people stick
something over it.
And then the photo
doesn't match the name.
Well, go ahead, check it.
Nothing's been covered up.
Your deportation suspension
expires pretty soon?
[laughs]
What's so funny?
Nothing. Nothing, nothing.
It's just
Nothing.
You wouldn't understand.
It's an immigration
office thing.
- Different story.
- Okay, look, listen up.
We're gonna hold you
for 48 hours.
- What?
- Because we need to check
if this document is real.
But I didn't do anything.
And then there's
the drug possession.
What?
Hey, I didn't do anything.
I wanna call someone too.
- Hey! What
- [door slams]
Why are you doing this to me?
I raised Latif as if
he were my own son.
He's still like a son to you.
And he'll send you money,
like a good son.
[tense music playing]
So there's no way
you can do this differently?
I wish.
All right, I'll get in.
When are we leaving?
- How long is the ride?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well?
- You're staying here.
- Why?
I wanna come along with you.
Do your best to make sure Hamza
doesn't mention Latif
during questioning.
Then I'll come get you, okay?
[sighs]
[car engine starts]
Be glad you didn't go with them.
- [Rolf] Hey, there.
I'm Rolf Kerner.
- [police] Hi, there.
My son Vincent
should be here somewhere.
Where do I find him?
[police] Go to room 202,
just to your right.
[Rolf] All right, thanks.
Mm.
Well, hello there.
I'm Mr. Kerner.
- [police] Who are you?
- [Rolf] I'm his father.
[Rolf] There must be some kind
of misunderstanding here.
You'll be hearing
from my lawyer, thank you.
[humming]
- Let's go.
- My papers are still in there.
Do you know this nitwit?
Hello.
- Yeah.
- Hello.
I need my papers,
or it's gonna get tricky.
Yeah.
I'll see what I can do, okay?
[scoffs]
He needs his papers.
[sighs]
Tell me, you don't have anything
on my son's friend, do you?
Well, we're actually
still looking
- into Mr. Hamady's case
- There it is! Thank you.
And I'm sorry if there's nothing
in the criminal code
against multivitamins.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Give my regards to your wife.
Or your husband.
Seatbelts.
I've wasted an hour
because of you clowns.
What a load of nonsense.
You gonna keep this up
until you retire?
Profession. Son. [sighs]
When are you gonna grow up?
Seriously.
Vincent, do you have
anything to say?
[Vince] Well
I'm hungry.
Yeah, I bet you are.
The whole area
will be developed by then.
You can imagine the spa area
stretching all along
the water here.
And now, I've got a special
little treat for you.
When the light comes in
from the other side
- early in the morning
- I don't see it.
[Rolf] coffee up
on the rooftop terrace
Of course you don't see it.
There's nothing there.
And he's selling it to those
idiots for a ton of money.
[scoffs]
Business. It's the only thing
he's good at.
[indistinct chatter]
- Business.
- [Rolf] And up front,
for those who don't want
to come by train
- [Ali] Sounds pretty cool.
- [Vince exhales]
Business.
[Rolf] The building permit's
not quite approved yet,
but we'll get
all that sorted out.
- [pop music playing]
- [Kerem vocalizing]
I love this song.
[vocalizing]
[Abbas] Is that the ride?
Mm-hmm.
Woo! Man, look at the ass
on that thing.
Yeah, pretty sweet.
That's at least
a thousand marks.
Three hundred more
than you asked for.
Huh?
Now, we're even, right?
It's junk. You kidding me, man?
What, kidding you?
You trying to pawn off
cheap Asian crap on me?
- Kerem, we're even.
- Do I look Asian to you?
They're worth over
a thousand marks.
- Do I look Asian to you?
- No.
Look at the radio.
What radio's in it?
Everything on this car
is original Mercedes-Benz.
- Original!
- Yeah.
Hey!
And you wanna sell me
cheap Asian crap?
- This dude's unreal.
- Seven hundred marks, man.
You wanted seven,
I brought you a thousand.
A man of his word.
A man of my word.
[laughs]
Whoa, damn, just smelling it
gets me off, man.
Okay, I'll pull that radio
out too, then you can--
Hey!
Woo!
- [laughs]
Now, that's one hot ride, man.
- [Abbas] I'll pull it out.
- You can take that too.
- [Kerem] Hakan,
take the car back, all right?
- [Abbas] Kerem.
- [Kerem] Hey, wait, wait.
- I wanna check out the radio.
- Get out.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Turn off the engine.
Hey, you don't need the engine
- to test a fucking radio.
- Radio's on.
- Turn it off!
- Okay, okay, hold on.
- How does this work?
- You press this and the engine--
- Like this? Whoo! What is that?
- Hey! No, Kerem!
- [laughs]
- You little fucker!
- Get out! Kerem! Get out, Kerem.
- Hey, Arab,
I fucked your fucking mother!
- [Abbas] Get out.
- [laughs]
- You little bastard!
Kerem! Get out of that car!
Kerem, you fucking bastard! Hey!
You! I'll fuck you up! [spits]
Fucking assholes!
They fucked me over, man!
[soft piano music playing]
Hello, Mr. Kerner.
Hello. I need a table
for three today.
- Doable, right?
- No problem.
- If you'll just follow me.
- Sure.
If you've got a record,
you're done.
I'd never be able
to get that expunged.
- Do you think I care?
- [Rolf] Maybe you don't care.
- But I do.
- [waiter] Anything else for you?
- Coffee or tea?
- No thanks.
[Vince] Water, please.
Of course.
And just so we're clear,
some things are simply taboo.
- Drugs.
- Vitamin pills.
Section 263: Fraud.
Section 223: Assault, dummy.
That all would've been in there
if the cops had been more
on the ball.
- You can take these away.
- I'm not done yet.
I'm not done yet either.
How much cash did you guys
make off that crap?
And whose idea was it?
It was my idea.
Oh, yours?
Real drugs would've just made
things more complicated.
How about getting a real job?
That too complicated for you?
Would you hire someone who could
get deported in two months?
That's as long
as my suspension lasts.
- [phone ringing]
- You know, a guy like him
doesn't care about that at all.
All he cares about is himself.
You don't matter to him.
[scoffs] Forget it.
- [phone ringing]
- [sniffs]
I've got a busy day.
Asshole.
[Khaled] How are you doing,
Latif? My man.
I'm doing all right, thanks.
What was that shithole, huh?
What happened in there?
- [phone rings]
- What's with your hair?
- [Latif] You don't like it?
- [brief chuckle]
[phone rings]
[dramatic music playing]
Hello.
You let them take
two whole kilos from you,
and you don't even call me back?
I had to call you
five fucking times!
Do me a favor, call Karami
and tell him what happened
to those two kilos.
No need to talk to anybody.
Just give me till tomorrow.
[Mattouk] If the money's
not here tomorrow,
consider it the last day
of your life.
- [Ibrahim] I know.
- [phone hangs up]
Hello?
[sighs]
Showtime!
[soft piano music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
I'll definitely get back to you.
- Have a nice day. Bye now.
- See you later.
- I'm with Mr. Kerner.
- [Rolf] Hey! Hey! It's fine.
He's with me.
Here.
Want something to drink?
Come on. Can we get
another malt, please?
How was business?
- Business?
- Yeah.
You interested?
Yeah.
Well, if I'm being
completely honest,
it went fucking great.
Nice.
- Yeah.
- [barkeeper] Enjoy, gentlemen.
I just wanted to say thanks
again for the police station.
It was really nice of you
to come pick us up, and
and it was just crazy
how you went
right up to that cop and ripped
the papers away from him.
- And he didn't say a thing.
- Mm-hmm.
And you and your family,
you're from Lebanon?
Yeah.
Why do you guys
do shit like that?
vitamin, pills
I mean, come on.
Are you serious?
I mean, the idea
isn't even all that bad, but
Gotta make money somehow.
Gotta make money somehow.
[brief chuckle] I like you.
You've got something.
You're not some total loser
like all those other schmucks
Vincent keeps bringing around.
Uh, do you know what
your biggest problem is, Ali?
Stereotypes.
What does all this tell you?
Success. Money. Power.
What do I see
when I look at you?
- [chuckles]
- [Rolf chuckles]
No money yet.
Do you know what I see?
Asylum seeker.
You know what's even worse?
That eventually,
you start living up
to the labels people put on you.
And that's exactly
what you're doing.
Cut the bullshit.
What is it exactly you want?
It's all in your hands.
Be who you want to be
in this world.
[huffs]
[sniffles]
Can I get the check?
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
- How are you?
- Where were you all night?
I was at a friend's.
Abbas was gone all night too.
Baba's been looking everywhere
for you guys.
Yeah, he was with me.
But what's with him?
He's not talking.
I'll check on him, okay?
Yeah, but we have to go!
Salaam, Teta.
Salaam, habibi.
Here, drink.
- Want something to eat?
- [drinks]
I'll bring you some tabbouleh.
[Abbas sighs]
Where were you?
Abbas?
Karl.
What about Karl?
[door opens]
We'll talk about it later, yeah?
What's up, Baba?
Where the hell
were you both all night?
At a friend's house.
What kind of friend?
A friend with no phone?
Since when did you two start
sleeping at friends'?
Dad, we just talked,
watched a couple of movies.
Then we fell asleep.
- Listen, don't you dare
lie to me, Ali.
- Baba, I'm not lying.
Don't you dare get up!
Sit down while I'm talking--
- Then why don't you hit me?
Go ahead!
- Malik! Malik!
- Get your ass over here,
you piece of shit!
- Let go of me, Ali!
[Malik]
Who do you think you are,
walking away from me?
Then hit me, Dad!
What are you waiting for?
Go ahead and hit me! Do it!
[Amara] Come on!
Stop fighting now!
Marwan's got the biggest tryout
of his life today,
and what are you guys doing?
You just keep arguing!
It really pisses me off!
- [sighs]
- What kind of tryout?
Allah, help us.
- Please, helps us.
- Huh?
- My God.
- Huh?
Amara!
[dramatic music playing]
[coach 1] Very good, guys.
- Marwan, come on, harder!
- [player 1] Yeah!
- [player 2] Yeah!
- [coach 1] Get it, get it! Yeah!
- [coach 1] Very good.
Stay on it.
- [player 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Play on, play on, play on.
- [player 1] Yeah, yeah!
[coach 2] Come on! Up high!
[coach 2] Come on, again!
Move it!
[coach 1]
Let's score some goals.
Let's go!
[player 1] Yeah, come on!
- Yeah, yeah, go! Good, good.
- [player 2] Yeah, yeah!
Push, push, push! Yeah.
[coach 1] Great! That was good!
- Hello, Mr. Büchau.
- Hey, Karl-Heinz.
Thanks for making
this happen, sir.
Okay, well, let's take a look
at who you brought us this time.
- [coach 2] There he is!
- [coach 1] Keep going!
Yeah, he's a street kid,
but he's a real talent.
- He plays like Baggio.
- [player 1] Here, here, here!
- [player 3] Hey, hey!
- [coach 1] Pass it!
Hey, I was wide open!
- [Charly] Marwan!
- [coach 2] What's going on?
- Here you go!
- [coach 1] Harder!
- [coach 2] Find the open man!
- [player 2] Go, go, go!
- Bit different from playing
in the streets, huh?
- [player 2] It's yours!
- [coach 1]
That's it! Very good! Yes!
- [coach 3] Very good!
- [player 2] That's it!
- [coach 1] That's how it's done.
- [Hanin] I'm coming. I'm coming.
- [Amara] Hurry up!
Whoa.
[gasps]
[Hanin] Mashallah!
What a big field! [gasps]
[Charly] I don't believe it.
The whole Hamady family.
- [chuckles] Hello.
- [Amara] Hello.
So tell me, what's going on
here with Marwan?
A friend of mine managed
to arrange a tryout
with the team for Marwan.
How's he doing?
Well, if he doesn't
step it up now, he's out.
[Abbas] Marwan!
Tear 'em apart, man!
Show 'em who's the fucking best!
Yallah!
[Hanin] Marwan, score a goal!
You can do it!
- You got this, sweetheart!
Come on!
- [Amara] Marwan!
- [Charly] Come on, Marwan!
Go for it, man!
- That's it, go!
- That's it! Yeah!
- [Hanin] Keep going!
- [Charly] Hey!
- [Malik] That was a foul!
- [Charly] Unbelievable!
- Keep going, Marwan!
- [Amara] Keep going!
- [Hanin] Yallah!
[Abbas] Marwan, come on,
keep going! Get the ball!
- [Ali] Marwan!
- [coach 1] Come on, forward!
Go on, go on!
- [player 1] Yeah!
- [Abbas] Keep on going.
Keep going like that! Come on!
Come on. Yeah.
Good.
Marwan!
Hey!
- Get up!
- What?
[Charly] Hey!
- That was a foul!
- Get up!
- Get up! Get up!
- Come on!
[dramatic music playing]
- Come on, Marwan! Come on,
you've worked hard for this!
- [Abbas] Get up!
Come on, get up! Get up!
Get up!
[Amara] Marwan! Let's go!
Now, Marwan, now!
[music intensifies]
Yeah!
Come on, come on
- Yeah!
- [cheering]
Yes! That's it, yes!
- Marwan! Go on!
- [Amara] Keep going! Come on!
[Malik] Yes! That's it!
[Abbas] Now! Hit it!
Come on, come on!
- Yeah!
- [cheering]
- Yeah!
- Goal!
That's it! Keep it up!
[cheering]
- Great!
- That's it!
Keep going! That's right!
- Yeah!
- [cheering]
- Yeah!
- [Charly] Marwan! Yes!
[applauding]
That's my clan.
- [Charly whoops]
- Yeah.
- [Karl-Heinz]
You're his father, right?
- [Malik] Yes, I am.
- Excellent ball skills.
- Thanks.
- Like Baggio.
- [chuckles] Thank you.
- Hey, he played like Maradonna!
- Ah, we'll see about that.
- [Amara] Yeah.
[laughs]
- The boy has no club?
- No club, no homeland,
no citizenship, no nothing.
Nothing.
[chuckles]
You know what?
Stop by my office,
and we can talk
about a contract.
- Marwan, Marwan, I told you!
- [Karl-Heinz] Okay.
I'll see you at practice, right?
Hey, thanks. Thank you.
- You're gonna be a pro, kid.
- Marwan, I told you so.
Come here.
- Hey. You're gonna make it big.
- [chuckles]
You're gonna
make it big, really.
That's awesome. Very good.
Sweetheart, you're a real champ.
[sighs]
Your mother would be
so proud of you, you know?
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
[sighs] So, tell me.
What's he like?
- [Khaled] Ibrahim?
- Mm-hmm.
Ibrahim is different.
But Berlin plays
by different rules.
Hey.
It's not a party without Than.
- No. No! No!
- Shut up! Shut the fuck up.
- What's she doing here?
- [sighs]
You don't have a clue, right?
I win the Vietnam War.
[Khaled scoffs, chuckles]
I'll win the Berlin war as well.
[Khaled] You won the whole war
by yourself?
You kicked America's ass
and Clinton too, huh?
[Than] That was Nixon,
you idiot.
- [brief chuckle]
- [Than] I'm not alone.
I've got my babies with me.
Actually,
the whole family came along.
- Right
- [Khaled whistles]
I take back
the Bill Clinton thing.
- [Than] Nixon, idiot.
- [Khaled huffs]
Today might not be good
for having visitors.
He has company.
Wife's been cooking all day.
That's good.
Ali!
Ali, where are you going?
Wait a second.
Dude, you guys might've
fuckin' killed that man.
- It wasn't me, dude!
- I don't give a shit,
you were there, man.
Then you don't just
steal the car.
You let fucking Kerem
take it from you!
Dude, how stupid can you be?
Yeah, Abbas dumb.
Abbas fucking moron.
What do we do now?
- We're going to Omar's.
- And then?
He's gonna answer
for this shit. Period.
[scoffs]
You have no idea
what Omar's really like.
[knocking on door]
[thunder rumbles]
Salaam alaikum, Abbas.
Wa alaikum assalam , ma'am.
Um, is Omar home?
[Ulima] No, he's not here.
When's he coming back?
He went with his uncle
to Morocco.
Hold on.
Omar's on parole.
He can't even leave the country.
It's really important.
I just need to talk to him
for a sec.
Uh-uh.
Uh, I mean
Where is Omar?
[Ulima] Abbas.
Leave him alone.
[thunder rumbling]
[tense music playing]
Mazin.
Bro, let's go now!
What's wrong, Mazin?
No time for this shit.
[car engine revving]
[dramatic music playing]
- Psst, Amara?
- [Amara] Mm-hmm?
I'd like some chocolate
or whatever.
- Teta?
- Yallah.
Marwan needs something cold.
No, I need something
with chocolate in it, Teta.
You get nothing from me
when I'm rich.
Yeah, when you're gone,
I finally get my own room.
Nah, nah, nah.
Use this to ice your foot.
Teta , I already have one.
Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, thanks.
- [Hanin] You have
to eat something healthy.
Yeah, I know.
It's fine.
Thanks.
I said I wanted a chocolate bar.
- He's being spoiled.
- Yes.
You know what Charly told me?
What?
He said a player from Nigeria,
- if I remember correctly
- Mm-hmm?
he went pro in Germany
two years ago
- Mm-hmm.
- and he and his family
got permanent residency.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
Hamdullah.
Hamdullah.
Malik.
I'm really sorry.
You're a wonderful father,
I mean it.
[kisses]
You raised them with me.
It was the two of us.
It wasn't me alone.
You're right.
- [kisses]
- [sighs]
[soft chuckle]
- [doorbell rings]
- Stay.
- Let me get the door.
- [sniffles]
[doorbell ringing]
[door opens]
Elif?
What're you doing here?
So, everybody's back home now.
Everything's fine.
And guess what?
Marwan had a tryout today.
He's gonna play pro!
Next week, he's got
a game against Hold on.
- What's the team called, Marwan?
- [Marwan] Bielefeld!
Bielefeld.
Come with us if you want.
I'm inviting everybody.
- The neighbors too.
- Malik, Malik.
Ibrahim picked up Mazin earlier.
What?
[Elif] They're up to something.
[tense music playing]
For three years,
we worked to build the boys up,
kept them out of trouble.
And now?
How much longer
till Ibrahim gets them all?
You know what?
You were right.
Ibrahim is the devil.
[dramatic music playing]
Abbas, calm down now.
- We have to find Kerem.
- Find Kerem?
We gotta fucking
take Kerem down!
Dude, are you stupid or what?
Baba works his ass off for us.
Marwan's having a great day,
and you wanna screw yourself
even more, is that it?
Cut it out.
Stop giving me shit, man.
Aren't you ashamed?
Huh?
- Mom would be ashamed of you.
- [slaps]
- [man] Get out
of the road, idiots!
- What, dude? Keep driving!
- [man] Asshole.
- [spits]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[Abbas yells]
- You fucking asshole!
- [groans]
We've got a fucking
deportation suspension, man!
When are you gonna get it? Huh?
Huh?
[both groaning, screaming]
Come on, man!
Why won't you listen, man?
Why?
What am I supposed to do? Huh?
Why won't you listen, man?
You little fucker!
[groans]
[music continues]
- Thank you for the meal.
- Yes. You're welcome.
- Would you like more tea, Dad?
- I'd love some more, honey.
Okay.
Azra, are you as good
a cook as your mother?
She helped me make
the sarma, you know.
- She was raised so well.
- Mashallah.
Just like her father.
And he knows exactly
what she wants.
- [Hülya] Very good.
- [Selma chuckles]
[thunder rumbling]
We'll talk to him calmly
and sort this out. Okay?
[officer 1] Stop resisting, now!
[Kerem] Hey, what are you doing?
Nobody spits in my face!
Dude, my hand!
[officer 2] Easy! Easy!
[Kerem] It's not even my car!
You have the wrong guy!
That fucking Benz
isn't mine, man!
No need to put me in there!
No! Let me out!
Fuck! Fucking bitch!
[engine starts]
[door opens]
[thunder rumbles]
[tense music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[music sting]
[Salih] What is happening?
[Ibrahim humming]
Hello, darling.
I've really missed you,
you know.
[Hülya breathing shakily]
Please sit down. Sit down.
[grunts]
Bekir, please,
who are these guys?
[shaky breathing]
- [Ibrahim sighs]
- [Hülya] Bekir, please
[Salih] Just be quiet. Okay?
- [Hülya] Bekir
- [Salih] Shhh.
[Hülya] Bekir, do something.
[cries] What do they want?
- [Selma] Hülya, shut your mouth!
- [Hülya] Okay!
[crying]
We're gonna be all right.
Stay calm.
You've got exactly
ten seconds
to get the fuck out.
If not
I will kill
every single one of you.
[Hülya sobbing]
Ten seconds?
That'll be fine.
Ten
nine
[Hülya sobbing]
eight
- [Hülya whimpering]
- [Ibrahim] seven, six
- [Hülya sobbing]
- five, four
three
two, one.
[gasps]
[mimics gunshot]
[brief groan]
[sharp inhales]
[huffs]
What do you want, Arab-ibo?
The cash
for the two kilos of coke
and your club.
Come to the club tomorrow.
We can talk price.
Tomorrow evening?
Okay.
Oh. Tomorrow night
doesn't really work for Ibo.
- [Hülya crying]
- But Ibo has time right now.
And Ibo has ten seconds.
[Hülya whimpering]
Ten
- [Hülya crying]
- nine
[Salih] Bekir,
just give it to them!
- Bekir
- [Ibrahim] eight
- [Hülya] Bekir
- seven
- [Hülya crying and whimpering]
- six, five
- [Salih] Hülya, calm down.
- [Ibrahim] four, three
- Hey. Hey!
- two, one!
- [Salih grunts]
- Zero!
[Hülya whimpering]
[Salih screaming]
- Fucking asshole!
- [Hülya] Salih!
- [Salih screams]
- [sharp inhales]
- [yells]
- Salih! Salih! [crying]
You motherfucker!
Hülya, it's okay.
- [Hülya] No! Salih!
- [Salih] Hülya, calm down.
- Hülya, calm down.
- [Hülya sobbing]
[Salih] Calm down, Hülya.
[Hülya] Asshole! [sobbing]
Please, let us go.
[crying hysterically]
- [Salih] It'll be fine.
- [Hülya] No!
- [Salih groaning]
- [Hülya] No.
No, no. [crying]
Club and cash.
- [Salih] Hey, no! No, no!
- [Hülya groaning]
- [Salih] Hey! No!
- Please stop, please stop.
[Salih] Please! Don't do it!
[Hülya screams]
[Salih] Hülya! [crying]
[Hülya screaming]
[Salih] Bekir! Please stop this.
[Hülya and Salih crying]
No. No, no!
[crying]
No! No!
No! Don't touch my daughter!
No! Stop!
- Bekir! No, no!
- Baba
Don't do this, stop!
- Don't touch my daughter!
- Baba.
- Baba.
- No!
[crying]
Bekir, Bekir
- [Bekir] Get the money.
- [crying, panting]
Get the money!
[crying, panting]
[Salih] It's okay.
[Hülya whimpering]
Those who were born to crawl
cannot fly.
[dramatic music playing]
[credits music playing]