Banksters

Is it there?

Thirty-two, 33, 34, 35, 36.

- I can't do anymore. -Thirty-seven 38, 39.

-Forty, 41, 42, 43. - I want breakfast.

-Forty-four, 45, 46, 47... -

Forty-eight, 49, 50.

- Bring it on! - I'm hungry, Yusuf.

Soner, give me 20,000.

-How much? -Twenty thousand.

-Is your math homework done? -Nope.

-Not just small bills. -I'm not. I know.

Thank you.

Selda, I'm taking your car. Thanks, bye.

The security at many branches

of the Berlin Credit Union Bank needs to be improved.

There's been a series of bank robberies...

On Wednesday, the Berlin Credit Union Bank...

Never been easier to get hold of a few hundred thousand.

Another branch of the Berlin Credit Union Bank...

A call was made to the emergency services today.

A safety deposit vault was robbed at a branch

of the Berlin Credit Union Bank in Friedenau.

Did you close your account?

There's nothing in mine to steal.

The Berlin police force looks so stupid and incompetent.

They're arresting random people off the street.

Meanwhile, the real thieves are out there laughing their heads off.

I wouldn't wanna be the guy in charge.

Coming up next, we have a new song...

Papa? Papa?

Oh, yeah. Chai?

This time, he's dead.

Dariusz!

I know you dropped the plates! I heard it.

-Get it together, Dariusz! -It's all good.

-What's good? -Well, some didn't break.

[mellow instrumental music playing over speaker]

It's really coming along great.

-Honestly, it looks good. -Yeah?

Mm-hm.

-Really? -I swear.

Kitchen comes Monday?

I don't want your money, Yusuf.

I want you to stop this damn day trading.

It's okay, nothing happened.

It's probably the glassware this time.

Dariusz?

What am I gonna do with you?

Go! Go! Go!

Get it! Pass it to Yusuf!

Straight into the net!

That's a warning!

Remember, aim for the back of the net.

What do you think you're doing? Don't you have eyes?

What are the cops doing here?

No idea

Let's do it.

Kick it in!

Come on, Yusuf. Just like how we trained.

Come on, go. Straight ahead.

-He's scared of you. - You got this.

- -

Get down. On the ground.

That was a nice kick, buddy.

I'm impressed.

18 MONTHS BEFORE THE ARREST

Come on.

-Come. Load up. -Okay.

Come on. Come on.

If we're quick, I can drop you off at school.

No, it's okay.

You should take care of your own stuff.

-What? -Not just delivering vegetables.

Pay off the snack bar debt, and make plans for what's next.

Plan for what's next?

I don't have that luxury.

- Papa. -Shh. Take it. It's fine.

You're the one who should plan.

I want you to do better than me.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Eight thousand, one hundred two hundred, twenty.

What's all this money for, if you don't mind me asking?

Could you please transfer it to the tax office?

I want it to look like it came from my father's account.

-What's your father's name? -Mohamed Arslan.

Okay.

Just one moment.

Yes?

We have a special case out here.

Coming.

Mr. Arslan.

Wrong one, unfortunately.

What do you mean by that?

So do you need me to elaborate or is it self-explanatory?

-A hundred twenty thousand? - In the black's better, huh?

[mellow foreign music playing over speakers]

Right on time, my little lamb. Sit down.

Your mama will be here soon.

Looks good.

Come with me.

Papa, the salad's done.

Come in and close the door.

-Is something up with my car? -Nope.

-What's this? -They're bank statements.

Apparently, for the past few months,

Papa's been taking out one loan after another.

So now, long story short, we're pretty much screwed.

They let Papa borrow this much?

Why would they do that?

He'll never be able to pay them back.

I closed my savings account.

I used my money to pay the tax office.

What?

All of it?

Every vacation job? Every last single penny?

I bought food with the rest of it.

What about Mama?

Pretty sure she doesn't know how much we owe.

-What happens when we tell her? -She's really gonna flip out.

Hi.

-Hi, Mama. -Hi.

Hi.

Why are you hanging out in the hallway?

You cooked?

Mm. That looks good.

You look good.

It's not worth it.

Definitely not.

Hey there.

So...

You slept well?

Just tell me what I'm doing here.

Yusuf Arslan.

Mm-hm.

It's not looking good for you.

Yeah, my German's better than your Turkish.

Are you even Turkish?

At the beginning, everyone tries acting like a tough guy.

They get over that pretty quick.

I'm trying to help here, so be grateful. Listen to me.

You'll be held until your trial.

It'll soften you up a bit.

And then you'll serve your sentence.

For how long that is...

God only knows.

Ten years?

Just in terms of procedure...

shouldn't I be able to call my lawyer?