Skylines (2019) s01e04 Episode Script
Storm
1 A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES [electronic music.]
[woman moans.]
[muffled footsteps.]
Hello? [knocking.]
[clicking.]
[suspenseful music.]
[she moans.]
You can have this whenever you want, just say the word.
["069" by Haftbefehl.]
The banks scrape the sky I scrape yarrak How can I get euros? Welcome to 06 069 Cho 06 069 06 069 Cho 06 069 So, upstairs is all business.
Down here is where the music happens.
Kalifa insists on keeping the art and the [laughter.]
keeping the art and the business side separate.
And this is our big studio, the "blue pill.
" Kalifa was supposed to record today.
But I guess that changed.
- Omid? - Huh? Let me introduce you.
Nah, I'm busy.
You know Omid? Mm, of course not.
He started here with Aziz, but he's only done backup for a few shows.
Ah, let them know how it really is.
I was his backbone, now I'm doing my thing.
- Right, babe.
- [laughter.]
- Where is Aziz? - Ah I don't know.
Probably fucking, partying, or both.
Check his Insta.
Okay, then I have some T-shirts and gift boxes.
- Sound good? - Sick.
Okay, just hang tight for a sec.
You can't go in.
What's that supposed to mean? I work here, you shithead.
I'm not going to say it again.
[Zilan raps.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm [Mina.]
Have a seat.
Jinn is a very talented producer.
And this is [phone notification.]
- Show them something.
- [Zilan.]
What? I'll be back, give me five.
[Zilan.]
Shut the fuck up, you cocksucker! I don't want excuses, you motherfucker! I want my fucking money or I'll cut off your head.
Be here tomorrow with everything you owe me, got it? Now go fuck a goat.
- Hey, let's go.
- Where? Just come.
- Hey, what's up? - Zilan Don't smoke or do drugs, okay? [electronic beats.]
["KÃpf die Flaschen" by Miss Platnum.]
Da-da-da-da-da You see me freezing? But I only get warmed when you get the urge You were my rhyme with two Feeling free, me and you Where we going? Now with ado What were we waiting for You scared? No.
I meet you in my dreams Our eyes meet And we're serene [Zilan sings along.]
Our embrace so tight It feels so right I wake up and you're not there I pop the bottles and let Da-da-da-da dam-ba-ba-ba Hold me tight I can't stay up Ba-ba-ba-da-da I pump poison into my veins Waiting for the rush I count to ten I've hit bottom and can't get up again Da-da-da-da-da [she turns the music off.]
- You know this place? - [Jinn.]
What about it? The food.
- Yeah.
- And? Any good? Yeah, it's good.
Let's go.
[Mina.]
Who the hell do these fuckers think they are, telling me where I can't go? I work here.
He fucking grabbed me.
Are you just going to let this happen? - And Kalle? What's he got to say? - He didn't pick up.
- I wonder what they're doing down there.
- Drugs, obviously.
- Mountains of it.
- Sh! Calm down.
Where are those fans? They still downstairs? Fuck! This is so fucked up.
- We have to call the cops.
- And then what? If they search and find something it's not our problem.
Mm-hmm.
No fucking way.
We'd be blamed for letting it happen.
- What else are we going to do? - Nothing.
Kadir's got to handle it.
It's his idiot brother.
Fine.
[phone vibrates.]
[Sara.]
Hey, Kadir.
You said you liked voicemails more than texts, so here's my try at one.
Um I just wanted to say hi and that it was great seeing you after so long.
We should do it again some time.
[laughing.]
Coffee and soda? Let's just not wait another ten years to do it.
Anyway.
Take care.
[whispers lyrics unintelligibly.]
[Zilan hums the melody to "KÃpf die Flaschen".]
Da-ba-ba-da-da That song is such an earworm.
An earworm is when a song keeps playing over and I know what an earworm is.
You know, when you sing you've got a completely different voice than when you rap.
It's weird, but it's also really unique.
You've got a great singing voice.
No.
Yeah.
[amused laugh.]
[he laughs bashfully.]
My mom was a singer.
In Kurdistan.
But she had to give it up.
[phone rings.]
- Dad! - Sweetie, how are you? Good, good.
Thank you so much.
Guess what? They really liked the pitch.
All that hard work finally paid off.
I might even be collaborating with a company in London.
They're super high-end.
I was doing some work from home today and I can send you the first drafts.
- Lily - Yeah? The project's on hold for now.
[she laughs incredulously.]
That's That's a good one, Papa? It's not a joke, darling.
[she giggles.]
Lily.
Listen.
We didn't get to bid on the property.
But that doesn't mean it was all in vain, okay? We'll just try again with another location.
It's a great idea, Lily.
I know it'll be a success one day.
Until then, I know you have 1,000 other ideas that are just as good, if not better, so just don't worry about it.
Lily? A line of strangers are coming through the garage.
They go into the storage room, chill and then fuck off.
One after the other.
What does that sound like? Maybe they're selling some weed.
Who cares? They're no kingpins.
Why you so worried? Huh? Because he's fucking us! - Fucking us! And you're letting him do it! - Hey! Think long and hard about what you say next about my brother.
Listen to me.
Don't forget who we've got to thank for all of this.
Kadir, I know we couldn't have started our first studio without his drug money.
But that was 20 years ago.
You know I appreciate what he did for us.
But we built this company, Kadir.
We built Skyline Records from the ground up, and look at it now! Kadir, we need to be careful.
All of this could vanish.
The Global deal won't even matter at all.
What do you want me to do? - Talk to him, Kadir.
- I already talked to him.
Do it again, abi.
If he wants to run an online shop in the basement, inshallah, then let him.
But if it's more than that and there's drugs involved, we have to stop it.
Maybe through Cengiz.
[loud techno music.]
[women speaking unintelligibly.]
[techno music more muffled.]
[techno music fades out.]
- [bouncer.]
What's wrong? - She's fucked up.
Hey, you okay? - Yeah? You sure? - Mm-hmm.
- Can you walk? - Yeah.
Careful! Hey, baby? Need something? Hold up for a sec.
It's got a fully equipped kitchenette, with a Nespresso coffee machine.
A king-sized bed.
- With a view of the skyline.
- [phone vibrates.]
- It even has a 4K flat screen TV.
- [phone vibrates.]
You can move in right away.
What's the monthly rent? To rent, as is? It's around 1,500 euro.
If you want to stay longer we can work out I'll pay for a month.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait up.
[rustling.]
Here, take a look at this, boo.
I'll give you a good price.
- What is it? - You're going to feel much better.
[sniffs.]
[groans.]
Ah! Oh, God.
It's heroin.
It's top-notch.
The junkies go crazy for it.
Who's selling this stuff? I don't know.
The Albanians or Ardan? I wouldn't know.
Then why the fuck did you ask me to come meet up with you? - Where you going? Don't I get cash? - You get money if you answer my questions.
Hey, wait a sec.
I know something else.
But I need money up front.
Interpol arrested Altin Shkreli in Bulgaria.
He's Thanas Kelmendi's brother-in-law.
Shkreli did their dirty work back in Albania and was on the run for beating a boy to death.
[phone notification.]
He knows the distribution routes.
TWO MESSAGES FROM KADIR And the structure.
Pressure him, he could give us everything.
- When do we get him? - A colleague said we have him in um the next four weeks.
- In time for every lead to go cold.
- WHEN DO YOU HAVE TIME? Mrs.
Reinhardt, any news from your CI? Well - We need some time to - Time's up.
If we can't stop the Albanians and bikers before they kill each other, we might as well quit.
Can I finish? I wasn't done.
Please.
We need time to verify this information.
But my CI gave me the details of a large cannabis delivery going down in Frankfurt very soon.
Officer Silex is working on it.
My CI is gathering more information and has been in constant contact with me.
Good.
I want this case closed.
Believe me.
I NEED ANSWERS.
ASAP.
- Want a shave? - Uh No thanks.
Just a cut.
- What's wrong with you? - Huh? He's the best shave in Frankfurt.
Smooth as a baby's bottom.
Thought I was the best in Frankfurt.
[in Turkish.]
Yeah.
- Is he with Ardan? - No, brother.
He's with me.
Football buddy.
Karem, why don't you give him a shave too? Oh, yeah.
Of course.
So do you know him well? Ardan? Why do you ask? I don't know.
Just heard the name a lot lately.
- What exactly did you hear? - Nothing.
That he was kind of a super badass or something.
- Go on, my brother.
- Hm? Then tell him about Ardan.
Uh-huh, Ardan? - You can't come in.
- [Kalifa.]
What? - You can't come in! - [yells.]
I own this fucking place! Fuck off! What's going on? Huh? Why are you yelling? You came to me and I gave you a room, right? Because I wanted to help you out, get you on your feet.
Tamam.
But if my team wants to come in here, you let them.
What are you doing down here? I thought I already told you.
Top quality, from Istanbul.
It's cheap, so we sell it online for a good price.
Then we donate the rest to charities and youth clubs.
We have a lot of meetings, a lot of discussions.
People can't just barge in.
You understand.
[heavy hip-hop beat.]
- What do you think? - Good.
Better.
Record.
[Zilan raps.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army [phone notification.]
[music stops.]
- Zilan, come on now.
- Keep going.
- Turn off your phone.
- I need it for the lyrics.
Real rappers use this up here.
Wait a sec.
You're just so tense.
Take your jacket off.
[he exhales.]
Okay.
Now you try it.
Okay.
Now sing that song you were singing yesterday.
What song? [sings clumsily.]
I pop the bottles and let yourself I pop the bottles and let myself go Ba-ba-ba-da-da And now sing your lyrics on top of that.
Da-da-da-da-da [she clears her throat.]
[sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early I can't.
It's too happy.
Do it.
We're trying to find the right style.
- I want it to be my style, get it? - I do too.
Trust me.
[sings.]
No school but an AK Know all about assembly - Now forget that.
Just do your own thing.
- What? What did your mom used to sing to you? [sings hesitantly.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [more confidently.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan All right.
Let's try it.
[mouse clicks.]
[slow beats.]
[sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm - Time for some action - [phone notification.]
Moonwalk, Michael Jackson I don't need you Walking through the gloom You Instagram rich bitch Fuck off with your showbiz [running footfalls.]
[door shuts.]
[improvises.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [she sings on.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan, Zilan INTENSIVE CARE AUTHORIZED PERSONS ONLY [beeping.]
[door buzzer.]
- Hello, I'm Johannes Dietz.
- Follow me.
Your father's already arrived.
Wait in here for a moment.
Have you seen her yet? She wasn't awake yet.
How did you get my number? From Liliane.
For emergencies only.
You knew about the drugs, didn't you? You're one to talk.
You and your banker friends are always on cocaine and shit.
[sarcastically.]
"Bankers," yeah.
We should both be thinking about how we can help Lily get better.
Last time I helped, Lily asked if she should work for you and I said no.
- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.
But she did it anyway.
Now look at us.
If she has to go out and get fucked up just to make it through the day, then that's her problem.
You just can't help her out.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Keeps the guilt at bay.
[nurse.]
You can see her now.
[machine beeps.]
[whispers.]
Feeling better? When can I go home? - What did the doctors say? - Nothing.
I'll figure it out.
[door clicks and creaks.]
[electronic buzzing.]
[rustling.]
[oppressive piano music.]
[laughing, in French.]
Oh, my God.
[in French.]
I can't believe it.
[in French.]
Look over there! The fries are on me, girls.
[in French.]
Fries are on you? - [in French.]
Fries aren't healthy.
- Whatever.
- [in French.]
Sometimes you need that.
- True.
[in French.]
Four bratwurst.
[in French.]
Please.
[tires squeal.]
[shots, screams.]
[whimpering.]
[threatening music.]
[man.]
The despicable violence that took place two nights ago in the middle of our beautiful city and cost an innocent woman her life should not and cannot go unanswered.
Yesterday the Frankfurt Police conducted a series of raids in the Bahnhof district and parts of the center with the express goal of putting a stop to drug related crimes and violent disputes between rival gangs.
360 officers took part in the raids, along with 17 trained police dogs.
We're very pleased with the results.
Over 50 locations were searched, and 65 suspects detained for a number of crimes.
[man.]
We want to meet citizens' demand for increased safety.
So over the next few weeks we will be increasing police presence in the Bahnhof district and the inner city.
Lawlessness cannot and will not be tolerated in the fine city of Frankfurt.
And I am certain we will succeed.
[reporters ask unintelligible questions.]
- Yo, how much you need? - [woman.]
Ten.
- We're dry.
Nothing left.
- Fuck! No.
Yeah, go check down the street.
- We're dry, man.
Come back later.
- I need some now.
- We don't have anything.
- Here.
Take this.
Try Metzler Park, or maybe go to Eschenheimer.
- [grunts.]
- Do they think we're handing out freebies? - Ten.
- We got nothing.
Nothing.
- No.
- Yo, this is crazy.
I'll go get more, man.
Make it quick, bro.
Guys, keep it moving.
Get the fuck out of here.
Move on.
[exhales exasperatedly.]
Motherfuckers.
[hip-hop beats.]
This is Hardcore Move your ass elsewhere, dude Ten bodyguards Ain't none of them bulletproof Bug me, then call the cops You just kiddies I dish out uppercuts When I bust a nut I spin kick your face You and your sick boys Are just a bunch girls You and your whole gang Will have a mass grave I'm so into fucking shit up [Kroos yells .]
You sent me some whore? Like some cheap whore is going to Hello.
Is this Raimund Dietz's office? Mr.
Dietz is in a meeting.
Do you have an appointment? Uh, no.
He's expecting me.
Can you give me your name, please? Johannes Dietz.
You can have a seat.
He won't be much longer.
Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea? No thanks.
[Raimund.]
Get out! [Kroos.]
Trying to buy me off with a whore? Do you know who you're dealing with? I fucking own you, and you're going to give me everything I ask for, huh? No more fucking games.
Pay up! Don't push me, or I'll fuck you like I fucked that stupid bitch of yours.
- That's enough out of you! - [groans.]
[groans.]
[both grunt.]
Listen up, asshole.
I'm giving you till the end of the week, and I want 200 grand instead of 150.
- If it's not in my account by Monday - Hey! - Get the fuck up! What the hell is this? - Whoa! Hey! Easy.
Get the fuck out of here, asshole.
- Come on.
Get up.
- You have until Monday, or else! Thanks.
In my three years as head of the criminal informant division I've honed my social skills.
I believe those skills will be invaluable when I step into a larger role.
Are you trying to say that you'll talk to your colleagues the same way you talk to junkies and drug dealers? No.
Not at all.
I'm saying I know more than theory.
I have practical experience and I think my colleagues will benefit from my time as a gutter rat on the streets.
[quiet laughter.]
I'm sure you're aware in the upper levels of the civil service you won't just be dealing with other gutter rats.
You'll work with administrative personnel.
Government agencies, and lawyers.
Yeah, I can work with them.
I know that for a fact.
Thank you for that interesting presentation, Mrs uh Mrs.
Reinhardt.
What I want to know is why do you want to be management? Why now? Tell me honestly, in your own words.
I want to make our city safer.
Because Frankfurt is my home.
That sounds naive, maybe, but I want there to be less fear.
Nobody should be afraid of walking out their front door, or if their child comes home late at night without calling first.
I know this fear.
It's relentless.
A gutter rat? You know what I meant by it.
Yeah.
Why do this if you don't care at all, huh? Why should I bother? I recommend you for it, and then you pull shit like that.
Maybe you could put a little more of that creativity into your job.
I'm serious.
According to the log you constantly meet Pandev.
But I've yet to see a report, besides some vague intel on a cannabis delivery.
What's going on, sweetheart? Where's your head at? The junkies have been acting differently.
They're out of it.
There's new heroin on the market.
And it's not from the Albanians.
We're just making it easier for this new gang to move in.
The city is burning down around us.
I need more personnel than are available and you're here showing me gold candy? I want results on the Kelmendi case, Sara.
If you're unwilling to follow the chain of command, then I can't, in good conscience, recommend you for upper management.
I've always been on your side, but at some point I have to protect myself.
You know what? Here.
In case you want to protect someone else.
[Kalifa.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you're backing out.
Frank.
Frank, just listen to me.
Final say was part of the deal from the very start.
Why else would we agree to it? It's not like we're desperate.
Why? We're talking now.
Fine, I'll have Mina set a meeting with Thomas.
Okay, yeah.
You, too.
"In, Out, Drive.
" Your best song, wallah.
You were still around then.
I was in the music video.
Do you remember? I played the getaway driver.
You describe it in such detail.
Felt real.
Just like you described it.
I dropped off a few T-shirts at the youth center yesterday.
They said you hadn't been by in a long time.
The kids only know you from your tags.
What are you really doing? The basement.
I give people what they need.
Who needs this? The junkies do.
It's the only thing that makes them happy.
The guys who sell it need it too.
No one will employ them.
Everyone needs something, kardeÅ.
I give all I can.
[derisive laughter.]
You know what? I'm tired of all your cynical bullshit.
What are you saying? You talk like a fancy kraut.
Look at your music, Kadir.
That music used to speak to the young people.
You used to give that to them.
What are you giving them now? I have a family.
Two kids.
We're making a massive deal.
I don't need your gangster shit anymore.
But you needed it to get where you are.
Isn't that cynical? Skyline owes me.
You leave us alone, we're good.
You just mind your own fucking business.
What if the cops raid the place? Your problem.
God damn it! [phone vibrates.]
[Kalifa.]
Hey, Sara.
You're probably busy, but I wanted to ask if you could talk? CRIMINAL RECORD [Kadir exhales loudly.]
After all, you used to be my manager.
Where would I be today without your advice? Anyway, think it over.
[she sucks her lips in thought.]
[ringing.]
- The voice mailbox of the person you - Asshole.
[door opens.]
[TV plays in background.]
[door closes.]
Heads up.
[teacher.]
Hello? I'm sorry.
For what? All of it.
I am too.
- We'll stick together, right? - Of course.
Can't get rid of me now anyway.
What do you mean? I didn't take the apartment.
Chill out.
I'll pay the rent this time.
Relax, okay? Wait.
Why? Why not? - Because I can.
- Why aren't you moving out? I thought you'd be happy.
- [sighs.]
I saw Raimund.
- Of course.
- What? - Did you come up with this arrangement? You two babysitting? Making sure I don't do anything stupid? - Huh? - Stop acting crazy.
I'm glad you're finally getting along.
I should've OD'd sooner.
[phone vibrates.]
- Lily, I just want to - Leave me alone.
- Hey, listen - Don't you fucking touch me! Lily, why don't you chill out? - Hey! - Just stop it.
What? What am I doing now? You're being a fucking asshole.
- Oh, fuck you! - Fuck you too, Jinn! Jinn! - Are you really just going to leave? - Don't you notice? You're turning into her.
[quiet R&B music.]
Hey.
Hey.
Come in.
[R&B plays on.]
- You want a drink? - What do you got? Minibar.
Whisky.
I wasn't sure where we should meet.
Here, or You know.
I know it's strange, but I didn't want to wait until tomorrow.
And meeting out in a restaurant or bar means photos.
This way there's no pressure.
In any case I'm glad you came on short notice.
[rustling.]
You okay? What do you need from me? - I thought you were a cop.
- I am.
Cheers.
Can we even smoke in here? [she laughs.]
[they giggle.]
[she coughs, laughs.]
[she coughs.]
[sighs.]
Where'd you get this from? Connections.
One more hit.
I think you've had enough.
[tuts.]
No way, man.
What? [she smacks her lips lustfully.]
[he smacks his lips.]
[gasping.]
[she moans.]
[they laugh.]
[she moans quietly.]
I'll show you an absolute motherfucker.
This guy just goes off on another dude in a parking lot.
- [hooting.]
- Bam! Boom! Oh! - [laughing.]
- I love this shit, bro.
This shit is crazy.
Smack! Against the car like he weighs nothing.
Oh! That is good shit, baba.
- What's going on? - Nothing, bro.
- Just chilling.
It's cold outside, man.
- This shit! - It is insane! - [unintelligible sounds from video.]
- You finish recording? - I wasn't feeling it.
I can't understand you.
Turn that shit off.
[laughter.]
[video stops.]
Brah! If I'm being honest with you, I'm really not feeling it.
You know how it is, bro.
Inspiration.
It comes and it goes.
- Never when you want, like a hooker.
- [the others chuckle.]
[slurping, burp.]
This is a studio, not a fucking night club.
If you're not working, get the fuck out.
I'll be back in an hour.
Fuck your inspiration.
In an hour I'll be getting some brains.
[laughing.]
[Jinn.]
Hey, Semir! - Have you seen Zilan? - What? She should've been here an hour ago.
- How should I know? Why should I care? - [Bobby speaks quietly on phone.]
You know what? Take the night off.
[Bobby on phone, speaks French.]
[mouse clicks.]
[Zilan sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [he tries out various effects.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [with echo.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [quiet, suspenseful music.]
[with Russian accent.]
You good? [engine starts.]
[shower running.]
[ominous piano melody.]
[rustling.]
[piano melody continues.]
Kadir? [Bobby, in French.]
What are you doing? No, I'm at work.
You, too? Then we'll see each other later.
No problem.
I won't kill you.
Wait.
Wait.
[quiet beats.]
[keys rattle.]
[Bobby talks on phone in French.]
- What were you doing in there? - Nothing.
- Hey, Omid? - What do you care? Are you fucking serious? Don't walk away! I'm talking to you! What is this shit? - What the hell is this shit? - Get the fuck off of me, asshole! What are you doing? Ungrateful dog! Don't you come back here! Fuck you, Semir.
Fuck you, man! Motherfuckers.
I'm going to put an end to this.
[he groans.]
[Zilan sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Bro, I told you, you can't come in.
Up on the hill, watching my herd This is my studio.
I go where I want.
- You can't come in, motherfucker! - [shot, screams.]
Do me no wrong Zilan means storm [agonized screams.]
- Out of here! All of you! Fuck off! - [shots.]
Walking through the gloom You Instagram rich bitch Fuck off with your showbiz [song continues.]
[woman moans.]
[muffled footsteps.]
Hello? [knocking.]
[clicking.]
[suspenseful music.]
[she moans.]
You can have this whenever you want, just say the word.
["069" by Haftbefehl.]
The banks scrape the sky I scrape yarrak How can I get euros? Welcome to 06 069 Cho 06 069 06 069 Cho 06 069 So, upstairs is all business.
Down here is where the music happens.
Kalifa insists on keeping the art and the [laughter.]
keeping the art and the business side separate.
And this is our big studio, the "blue pill.
" Kalifa was supposed to record today.
But I guess that changed.
- Omid? - Huh? Let me introduce you.
Nah, I'm busy.
You know Omid? Mm, of course not.
He started here with Aziz, but he's only done backup for a few shows.
Ah, let them know how it really is.
I was his backbone, now I'm doing my thing.
- Right, babe.
- [laughter.]
- Where is Aziz? - Ah I don't know.
Probably fucking, partying, or both.
Check his Insta.
Okay, then I have some T-shirts and gift boxes.
- Sound good? - Sick.
Okay, just hang tight for a sec.
You can't go in.
What's that supposed to mean? I work here, you shithead.
I'm not going to say it again.
[Zilan raps.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm [Mina.]
Have a seat.
Jinn is a very talented producer.
And this is [phone notification.]
- Show them something.
- [Zilan.]
What? I'll be back, give me five.
[Zilan.]
Shut the fuck up, you cocksucker! I don't want excuses, you motherfucker! I want my fucking money or I'll cut off your head.
Be here tomorrow with everything you owe me, got it? Now go fuck a goat.
- Hey, let's go.
- Where? Just come.
- Hey, what's up? - Zilan Don't smoke or do drugs, okay? [electronic beats.]
["KÃpf die Flaschen" by Miss Platnum.]
Da-da-da-da-da You see me freezing? But I only get warmed when you get the urge You were my rhyme with two Feeling free, me and you Where we going? Now with ado What were we waiting for You scared? No.
I meet you in my dreams Our eyes meet And we're serene [Zilan sings along.]
Our embrace so tight It feels so right I wake up and you're not there I pop the bottles and let Da-da-da-da dam-ba-ba-ba Hold me tight I can't stay up Ba-ba-ba-da-da I pump poison into my veins Waiting for the rush I count to ten I've hit bottom and can't get up again Da-da-da-da-da [she turns the music off.]
- You know this place? - [Jinn.]
What about it? The food.
- Yeah.
- And? Any good? Yeah, it's good.
Let's go.
[Mina.]
Who the hell do these fuckers think they are, telling me where I can't go? I work here.
He fucking grabbed me.
Are you just going to let this happen? - And Kalle? What's he got to say? - He didn't pick up.
- I wonder what they're doing down there.
- Drugs, obviously.
- Mountains of it.
- Sh! Calm down.
Where are those fans? They still downstairs? Fuck! This is so fucked up.
- We have to call the cops.
- And then what? If they search and find something it's not our problem.
Mm-hmm.
No fucking way.
We'd be blamed for letting it happen.
- What else are we going to do? - Nothing.
Kadir's got to handle it.
It's his idiot brother.
Fine.
[phone vibrates.]
[Sara.]
Hey, Kadir.
You said you liked voicemails more than texts, so here's my try at one.
Um I just wanted to say hi and that it was great seeing you after so long.
We should do it again some time.
[laughing.]
Coffee and soda? Let's just not wait another ten years to do it.
Anyway.
Take care.
[whispers lyrics unintelligibly.]
[Zilan hums the melody to "KÃpf die Flaschen".]
Da-ba-ba-da-da That song is such an earworm.
An earworm is when a song keeps playing over and I know what an earworm is.
You know, when you sing you've got a completely different voice than when you rap.
It's weird, but it's also really unique.
You've got a great singing voice.
No.
Yeah.
[amused laugh.]
[he laughs bashfully.]
My mom was a singer.
In Kurdistan.
But she had to give it up.
[phone rings.]
- Dad! - Sweetie, how are you? Good, good.
Thank you so much.
Guess what? They really liked the pitch.
All that hard work finally paid off.
I might even be collaborating with a company in London.
They're super high-end.
I was doing some work from home today and I can send you the first drafts.
- Lily - Yeah? The project's on hold for now.
[she laughs incredulously.]
That's That's a good one, Papa? It's not a joke, darling.
[she giggles.]
Lily.
Listen.
We didn't get to bid on the property.
But that doesn't mean it was all in vain, okay? We'll just try again with another location.
It's a great idea, Lily.
I know it'll be a success one day.
Until then, I know you have 1,000 other ideas that are just as good, if not better, so just don't worry about it.
Lily? A line of strangers are coming through the garage.
They go into the storage room, chill and then fuck off.
One after the other.
What does that sound like? Maybe they're selling some weed.
Who cares? They're no kingpins.
Why you so worried? Huh? Because he's fucking us! - Fucking us! And you're letting him do it! - Hey! Think long and hard about what you say next about my brother.
Listen to me.
Don't forget who we've got to thank for all of this.
Kadir, I know we couldn't have started our first studio without his drug money.
But that was 20 years ago.
You know I appreciate what he did for us.
But we built this company, Kadir.
We built Skyline Records from the ground up, and look at it now! Kadir, we need to be careful.
All of this could vanish.
The Global deal won't even matter at all.
What do you want me to do? - Talk to him, Kadir.
- I already talked to him.
Do it again, abi.
If he wants to run an online shop in the basement, inshallah, then let him.
But if it's more than that and there's drugs involved, we have to stop it.
Maybe through Cengiz.
[loud techno music.]
[women speaking unintelligibly.]
[techno music more muffled.]
[techno music fades out.]
- [bouncer.]
What's wrong? - She's fucked up.
Hey, you okay? - Yeah? You sure? - Mm-hmm.
- Can you walk? - Yeah.
Careful! Hey, baby? Need something? Hold up for a sec.
It's got a fully equipped kitchenette, with a Nespresso coffee machine.
A king-sized bed.
- With a view of the skyline.
- [phone vibrates.]
- It even has a 4K flat screen TV.
- [phone vibrates.]
You can move in right away.
What's the monthly rent? To rent, as is? It's around 1,500 euro.
If you want to stay longer we can work out I'll pay for a month.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait up.
[rustling.]
Here, take a look at this, boo.
I'll give you a good price.
- What is it? - You're going to feel much better.
[sniffs.]
[groans.]
Ah! Oh, God.
It's heroin.
It's top-notch.
The junkies go crazy for it.
Who's selling this stuff? I don't know.
The Albanians or Ardan? I wouldn't know.
Then why the fuck did you ask me to come meet up with you? - Where you going? Don't I get cash? - You get money if you answer my questions.
Hey, wait a sec.
I know something else.
But I need money up front.
Interpol arrested Altin Shkreli in Bulgaria.
He's Thanas Kelmendi's brother-in-law.
Shkreli did their dirty work back in Albania and was on the run for beating a boy to death.
[phone notification.]
He knows the distribution routes.
TWO MESSAGES FROM KADIR And the structure.
Pressure him, he could give us everything.
- When do we get him? - A colleague said we have him in um the next four weeks.
- In time for every lead to go cold.
- WHEN DO YOU HAVE TIME? Mrs.
Reinhardt, any news from your CI? Well - We need some time to - Time's up.
If we can't stop the Albanians and bikers before they kill each other, we might as well quit.
Can I finish? I wasn't done.
Please.
We need time to verify this information.
But my CI gave me the details of a large cannabis delivery going down in Frankfurt very soon.
Officer Silex is working on it.
My CI is gathering more information and has been in constant contact with me.
Good.
I want this case closed.
Believe me.
I NEED ANSWERS.
ASAP.
- Want a shave? - Uh No thanks.
Just a cut.
- What's wrong with you? - Huh? He's the best shave in Frankfurt.
Smooth as a baby's bottom.
Thought I was the best in Frankfurt.
[in Turkish.]
Yeah.
- Is he with Ardan? - No, brother.
He's with me.
Football buddy.
Karem, why don't you give him a shave too? Oh, yeah.
Of course.
So do you know him well? Ardan? Why do you ask? I don't know.
Just heard the name a lot lately.
- What exactly did you hear? - Nothing.
That he was kind of a super badass or something.
- Go on, my brother.
- Hm? Then tell him about Ardan.
Uh-huh, Ardan? - You can't come in.
- [Kalifa.]
What? - You can't come in! - [yells.]
I own this fucking place! Fuck off! What's going on? Huh? Why are you yelling? You came to me and I gave you a room, right? Because I wanted to help you out, get you on your feet.
Tamam.
But if my team wants to come in here, you let them.
What are you doing down here? I thought I already told you.
Top quality, from Istanbul.
It's cheap, so we sell it online for a good price.
Then we donate the rest to charities and youth clubs.
We have a lot of meetings, a lot of discussions.
People can't just barge in.
You understand.
[heavy hip-hop beat.]
- What do you think? - Good.
Better.
Record.
[Zilan raps.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army [phone notification.]
[music stops.]
- Zilan, come on now.
- Keep going.
- Turn off your phone.
- I need it for the lyrics.
Real rappers use this up here.
Wait a sec.
You're just so tense.
Take your jacket off.
[he exhales.]
Okay.
Now you try it.
Okay.
Now sing that song you were singing yesterday.
What song? [sings clumsily.]
I pop the bottles and let yourself I pop the bottles and let myself go Ba-ba-ba-da-da And now sing your lyrics on top of that.
Da-da-da-da-da [she clears her throat.]
[sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early I can't.
It's too happy.
Do it.
We're trying to find the right style.
- I want it to be my style, get it? - I do too.
Trust me.
[sings.]
No school but an AK Know all about assembly - Now forget that.
Just do your own thing.
- What? What did your mom used to sing to you? [sings hesitantly.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [more confidently.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan All right.
Let's try it.
[mouse clicks.]
[slow beats.]
[sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm - Time for some action - [phone notification.]
Moonwalk, Michael Jackson I don't need you Walking through the gloom You Instagram rich bitch Fuck off with your showbiz [running footfalls.]
[door shuts.]
[improvises.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [she sings on.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan, Zilan INTENSIVE CARE AUTHORIZED PERSONS ONLY [beeping.]
[door buzzer.]
- Hello, I'm Johannes Dietz.
- Follow me.
Your father's already arrived.
Wait in here for a moment.
Have you seen her yet? She wasn't awake yet.
How did you get my number? From Liliane.
For emergencies only.
You knew about the drugs, didn't you? You're one to talk.
You and your banker friends are always on cocaine and shit.
[sarcastically.]
"Bankers," yeah.
We should both be thinking about how we can help Lily get better.
Last time I helped, Lily asked if she should work for you and I said no.
- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.
But she did it anyway.
Now look at us.
If she has to go out and get fucked up just to make it through the day, then that's her problem.
You just can't help her out.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Keeps the guilt at bay.
[nurse.]
You can see her now.
[machine beeps.]
[whispers.]
Feeling better? When can I go home? - What did the doctors say? - Nothing.
I'll figure it out.
[door clicks and creaks.]
[electronic buzzing.]
[rustling.]
[oppressive piano music.]
[laughing, in French.]
Oh, my God.
[in French.]
I can't believe it.
[in French.]
Look over there! The fries are on me, girls.
[in French.]
Fries are on you? - [in French.]
Fries aren't healthy.
- Whatever.
- [in French.]
Sometimes you need that.
- True.
[in French.]
Four bratwurst.
[in French.]
Please.
[tires squeal.]
[shots, screams.]
[whimpering.]
[threatening music.]
[man.]
The despicable violence that took place two nights ago in the middle of our beautiful city and cost an innocent woman her life should not and cannot go unanswered.
Yesterday the Frankfurt Police conducted a series of raids in the Bahnhof district and parts of the center with the express goal of putting a stop to drug related crimes and violent disputes between rival gangs.
360 officers took part in the raids, along with 17 trained police dogs.
We're very pleased with the results.
Over 50 locations were searched, and 65 suspects detained for a number of crimes.
[man.]
We want to meet citizens' demand for increased safety.
So over the next few weeks we will be increasing police presence in the Bahnhof district and the inner city.
Lawlessness cannot and will not be tolerated in the fine city of Frankfurt.
And I am certain we will succeed.
[reporters ask unintelligible questions.]
- Yo, how much you need? - [woman.]
Ten.
- We're dry.
Nothing left.
- Fuck! No.
Yeah, go check down the street.
- We're dry, man.
Come back later.
- I need some now.
- We don't have anything.
- Here.
Take this.
Try Metzler Park, or maybe go to Eschenheimer.
- [grunts.]
- Do they think we're handing out freebies? - Ten.
- We got nothing.
Nothing.
- No.
- Yo, this is crazy.
I'll go get more, man.
Make it quick, bro.
Guys, keep it moving.
Get the fuck out of here.
Move on.
[exhales exasperatedly.]
Motherfuckers.
[hip-hop beats.]
This is Hardcore Move your ass elsewhere, dude Ten bodyguards Ain't none of them bulletproof Bug me, then call the cops You just kiddies I dish out uppercuts When I bust a nut I spin kick your face You and your sick boys Are just a bunch girls You and your whole gang Will have a mass grave I'm so into fucking shit up [Kroos yells .]
You sent me some whore? Like some cheap whore is going to Hello.
Is this Raimund Dietz's office? Mr.
Dietz is in a meeting.
Do you have an appointment? Uh, no.
He's expecting me.
Can you give me your name, please? Johannes Dietz.
You can have a seat.
He won't be much longer.
Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea? No thanks.
[Raimund.]
Get out! [Kroos.]
Trying to buy me off with a whore? Do you know who you're dealing with? I fucking own you, and you're going to give me everything I ask for, huh? No more fucking games.
Pay up! Don't push me, or I'll fuck you like I fucked that stupid bitch of yours.
- That's enough out of you! - [groans.]
[groans.]
[both grunt.]
Listen up, asshole.
I'm giving you till the end of the week, and I want 200 grand instead of 150.
- If it's not in my account by Monday - Hey! - Get the fuck up! What the hell is this? - Whoa! Hey! Easy.
Get the fuck out of here, asshole.
- Come on.
Get up.
- You have until Monday, or else! Thanks.
In my three years as head of the criminal informant division I've honed my social skills.
I believe those skills will be invaluable when I step into a larger role.
Are you trying to say that you'll talk to your colleagues the same way you talk to junkies and drug dealers? No.
Not at all.
I'm saying I know more than theory.
I have practical experience and I think my colleagues will benefit from my time as a gutter rat on the streets.
[quiet laughter.]
I'm sure you're aware in the upper levels of the civil service you won't just be dealing with other gutter rats.
You'll work with administrative personnel.
Government agencies, and lawyers.
Yeah, I can work with them.
I know that for a fact.
Thank you for that interesting presentation, Mrs uh Mrs.
Reinhardt.
What I want to know is why do you want to be management? Why now? Tell me honestly, in your own words.
I want to make our city safer.
Because Frankfurt is my home.
That sounds naive, maybe, but I want there to be less fear.
Nobody should be afraid of walking out their front door, or if their child comes home late at night without calling first.
I know this fear.
It's relentless.
A gutter rat? You know what I meant by it.
Yeah.
Why do this if you don't care at all, huh? Why should I bother? I recommend you for it, and then you pull shit like that.
Maybe you could put a little more of that creativity into your job.
I'm serious.
According to the log you constantly meet Pandev.
But I've yet to see a report, besides some vague intel on a cannabis delivery.
What's going on, sweetheart? Where's your head at? The junkies have been acting differently.
They're out of it.
There's new heroin on the market.
And it's not from the Albanians.
We're just making it easier for this new gang to move in.
The city is burning down around us.
I need more personnel than are available and you're here showing me gold candy? I want results on the Kelmendi case, Sara.
If you're unwilling to follow the chain of command, then I can't, in good conscience, recommend you for upper management.
I've always been on your side, but at some point I have to protect myself.
You know what? Here.
In case you want to protect someone else.
[Kalifa.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you're backing out.
Frank.
Frank, just listen to me.
Final say was part of the deal from the very start.
Why else would we agree to it? It's not like we're desperate.
Why? We're talking now.
Fine, I'll have Mina set a meeting with Thomas.
Okay, yeah.
You, too.
"In, Out, Drive.
" Your best song, wallah.
You were still around then.
I was in the music video.
Do you remember? I played the getaway driver.
You describe it in such detail.
Felt real.
Just like you described it.
I dropped off a few T-shirts at the youth center yesterday.
They said you hadn't been by in a long time.
The kids only know you from your tags.
What are you really doing? The basement.
I give people what they need.
Who needs this? The junkies do.
It's the only thing that makes them happy.
The guys who sell it need it too.
No one will employ them.
Everyone needs something, kardeÅ.
I give all I can.
[derisive laughter.]
You know what? I'm tired of all your cynical bullshit.
What are you saying? You talk like a fancy kraut.
Look at your music, Kadir.
That music used to speak to the young people.
You used to give that to them.
What are you giving them now? I have a family.
Two kids.
We're making a massive deal.
I don't need your gangster shit anymore.
But you needed it to get where you are.
Isn't that cynical? Skyline owes me.
You leave us alone, we're good.
You just mind your own fucking business.
What if the cops raid the place? Your problem.
God damn it! [phone vibrates.]
[Kalifa.]
Hey, Sara.
You're probably busy, but I wanted to ask if you could talk? CRIMINAL RECORD [Kadir exhales loudly.]
After all, you used to be my manager.
Where would I be today without your advice? Anyway, think it over.
[she sucks her lips in thought.]
[ringing.]
- The voice mailbox of the person you - Asshole.
[door opens.]
[TV plays in background.]
[door closes.]
Heads up.
[teacher.]
Hello? I'm sorry.
For what? All of it.
I am too.
- We'll stick together, right? - Of course.
Can't get rid of me now anyway.
What do you mean? I didn't take the apartment.
Chill out.
I'll pay the rent this time.
Relax, okay? Wait.
Why? Why not? - Because I can.
- Why aren't you moving out? I thought you'd be happy.
- [sighs.]
I saw Raimund.
- Of course.
- What? - Did you come up with this arrangement? You two babysitting? Making sure I don't do anything stupid? - Huh? - Stop acting crazy.
I'm glad you're finally getting along.
I should've OD'd sooner.
[phone vibrates.]
- Lily, I just want to - Leave me alone.
- Hey, listen - Don't you fucking touch me! Lily, why don't you chill out? - Hey! - Just stop it.
What? What am I doing now? You're being a fucking asshole.
- Oh, fuck you! - Fuck you too, Jinn! Jinn! - Are you really just going to leave? - Don't you notice? You're turning into her.
[quiet R&B music.]
Hey.
Hey.
Come in.
[R&B plays on.]
- You want a drink? - What do you got? Minibar.
Whisky.
I wasn't sure where we should meet.
Here, or You know.
I know it's strange, but I didn't want to wait until tomorrow.
And meeting out in a restaurant or bar means photos.
This way there's no pressure.
In any case I'm glad you came on short notice.
[rustling.]
You okay? What do you need from me? - I thought you were a cop.
- I am.
Cheers.
Can we even smoke in here? [she laughs.]
[they giggle.]
[she coughs, laughs.]
[she coughs.]
[sighs.]
Where'd you get this from? Connections.
One more hit.
I think you've had enough.
[tuts.]
No way, man.
What? [she smacks her lips lustfully.]
[he smacks his lips.]
[gasping.]
[she moans.]
[they laugh.]
[she moans quietly.]
I'll show you an absolute motherfucker.
This guy just goes off on another dude in a parking lot.
- [hooting.]
- Bam! Boom! Oh! - [laughing.]
- I love this shit, bro.
This shit is crazy.
Smack! Against the car like he weighs nothing.
Oh! That is good shit, baba.
- What's going on? - Nothing, bro.
- Just chilling.
It's cold outside, man.
- This shit! - It is insane! - [unintelligible sounds from video.]
- You finish recording? - I wasn't feeling it.
I can't understand you.
Turn that shit off.
[laughter.]
[video stops.]
Brah! If I'm being honest with you, I'm really not feeling it.
You know how it is, bro.
Inspiration.
It comes and it goes.
- Never when you want, like a hooker.
- [the others chuckle.]
[slurping, burp.]
This is a studio, not a fucking night club.
If you're not working, get the fuck out.
I'll be back in an hour.
Fuck your inspiration.
In an hour I'll be getting some brains.
[laughing.]
[Jinn.]
Hey, Semir! - Have you seen Zilan? - What? She should've been here an hour ago.
- How should I know? Why should I care? - [Bobby speaks quietly on phone.]
You know what? Take the night off.
[Bobby on phone, speaks French.]
[mouse clicks.]
[Zilan sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Know all about assembly Up on the hill, watching my herd No games, no Barbie Strongest girl in the army Do me no wrong Zilan means storm Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [he tries out various effects.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [with echo.]
Zilan, Zilan, Zilan [quiet, suspenseful music.]
[with Russian accent.]
You good? [engine starts.]
[shower running.]
[ominous piano melody.]
[rustling.]
[piano melody continues.]
Kadir? [Bobby, in French.]
What are you doing? No, I'm at work.
You, too? Then we'll see each other later.
No problem.
I won't kill you.
Wait.
Wait.
[quiet beats.]
[keys rattle.]
[Bobby talks on phone in French.]
- What were you doing in there? - Nothing.
- Hey, Omid? - What do you care? Are you fucking serious? Don't walk away! I'm talking to you! What is this shit? - What the hell is this shit? - Get the fuck off of me, asshole! What are you doing? Ungrateful dog! Don't you come back here! Fuck you, Semir.
Fuck you, man! Motherfuckers.
I'm going to put an end to this.
[he groans.]
[Zilan sings.]
Kurdistan born, Mom died early on No school but an AK Bro, I told you, you can't come in.
Up on the hill, watching my herd This is my studio.
I go where I want.
- You can't come in, motherfucker! - [shot, screams.]
Do me no wrong Zilan means storm [agonized screams.]
- Out of here! All of you! Fuck off! - [shots.]
Walking through the gloom You Instagram rich bitch Fuck off with your showbiz [song continues.]