Familiye

Dani!

Dani!

Dani, they've got MoMo!

Marco has sold us out to Ciwan.

He's waiting in the old garage for you.

He wants his money.

Where's your weapon?

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

SPANDAU ARCADES

UNDERGROUND STATION SPANDAU

Everything is a gamble in this place.

Your life plays out like a game of poker.

First, the small blind, the minimum bet which everyone has to pay here.

Your life.

Nancy, where's my damn coke, fucker?

This machine is rigged.

I've been playing two euros for two hours.

It gives nothing back. Just swallows my money.

Here. Shut up and play.

What's this, bro? Two euro?

Give me a proper chance.

I haven't got any more change, that's it.

You still owe me 400 euros.

Brothers don't have debts with each other.

What's wrong with you? No debts between brothers.

-Hey, Hako, look here! -One thousand seven-hundred?

I was winning 3,060, I'm down to 40. 20!

There. Stop. Stop it, buddy.

Fuck. Yes.

Shut your mouth.

Bro, we're gonna fuck a whore today.

Go on. Open up, motherfucker. Once! No, open up, you.

Where's my money? Where's my money, dumbass?

I haven't got it yet.

Man, you'll get your money. You'll get your money!

Two weeks, or we'll have your balls.

But for most, what they have is not enough.

You have to raise.

Raise the stakes.

Wanker!

The ones with money like to raise, so all the others have to go up, too.

And those with nothing, except hunger, are always greedy.

But don't expect anyone to help.

Here, everyone gambles alone.

Muhammed!

MoMo, get dressed. Mr. Mais will be here soon.

Put this on. Mr. Mais will be here soon.

I swear you're doing it on purpose, you little wanker!

Shut up. Put on that shirt. Mr. Mais will be here soon.

Man!

Put this shit on now.

I told you, put it on!

Come on, get dressed.

Yes, that looks good. Go on.

Where are my smokes, MoMo. Have you seen them?

Got my lighter, but not the fucking smokes.

Great, come on. Just your jacket, then you're done.

Open the door, it's Mr. Mais.

Are you deaf? Open the fucking door!

Muhammed. And... how are you?

Let's have a look.

You're looking good.

Super.

Do you know what I've got? Yes, as usual.

We'll do something with that, soon.

Yes.

Right.

-Can you wait a minute? -Yes.

Hello, Mr. Mais.

Hello.

I'm very worried about Muhammed.

He's put on weight again. His legs are swollen.

You have to take better care of him.

I can only be here once a week.

Without your help, I won't get the permit for the office.

And all the applications for social services are lying around.

I filled them out for you, and you don't send them out.

Why?

Muhammed's file is with my supervisor now.

Do you know what that means?

They'll take him and put him in a home. Neither of us wants that.

Okay, Mr. Mais. I'll find the stuff and you'll have it next week.

It doesn't work like that. You will have to bring them in person.

My supervisor wants to meet you.

Yes, of course. I'll get the stuff and bring it to your boss. It's fine.

Yes.

And close the door.

Thank you.

What's happening?

Shut up, loser.

What's happening? Have a smoke.

Take your hands away, dick.

-It's okay. -I spit on you.

Sorry.

Do you want both of us to get beat up?

Isn't one of us enough?

Come on, hit me.

Don't fuck with my head.

Don't smoke that whole joint. What's wrong with you?

All day. Yeah, I know, bro. I'll just say one thing.

Do you want to be punched in the face your whole life?

Do you?

Because with that attitude, you'll get it in the teeth all the time.

Buddy, they've got you by the balls. You owe them 20,000 euro.

-How are you gonna pay that? -Don't fuck with me.

With the slots?

Dream on.

Shut up, man.

That connection, that money. Those guys are tough.

We'll have to work for them.

Don't fuck with me. You know what Danyal will do to me when he gets out?

He'll kill me. Don't you understand?

-How will he find out? -Shut up, loser.

Undercover, bro.

Who have we got here, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?

Miko! Hako!

Put that joint out.

Throw the joint on the ground! Get up!

-Get up! -Get up!

Empty each other's pockets.

Your hand in his pocket. Your hand in his pocket.

What are you waiting for?

Faster!

In his pockets, I said!

-That one, too! -He hasn't got anything.

There's nothing.

There is something.

There's nothing?

You taking a piss?

What's this?

Fucking pricks. What’s this?

What's this? Bag it.

The bank collects.

Sit down!

-Shoes off. -What?

Take your shoes off!

Are you deaf?

-Here. -Here.

-Give them to me. -Nothing in there.

Besides the stench, nothing, dude.

Where did you get that wad?

Unemployment back pay.

-Back pay? A wad like that? -Yes.

They paid nothing for four months. They made a mistake.

You're up to something. But I'll find out.

And I know you well.

Don't fuck with us.

What are you doing here?

-We got a small-- -What are you doing here?

-We smoked a joint. That's all. -Does this park belong to you?

-No. -Is this your park? Who's is it?

-I can't hear you. -Yours.

What? Yours? I can't hear you.

Man.

By law, they can't take our stuff away like this.

-You know that, don't you? -Shut up, man.

Why shut up?

They're allowed to convict us, but nothing else.

Our money is gone.

Shoes are gone.

Pot's gone, no coke, no booze. The money's also gone. What do we do?

What do you mean the money's gone? My money's gone! My shoes are gone.

At least I'm free for my brother, understand?

What are you babbling on about?

Whatever. I'm off.

See you.

Bro.

Bro.

Game center today. There's a Juventus game.

Be quick.

Mr. Wendlanz! Please, you really don't need to repeat everything.

We were all present.

However...

I have to confess that I don't know

why I should grant the request.

The likelihood that your client will re-offend is very high,

as the prosecution has shown.

We've previously informed you that we're convinced

that the young man has put away more than half a million euros while he was out.

What do you think he'll do with the money?

We may not have proved it completely--

What is not fully proved is not proved at all.

We have to confine ourselves to the facts in court.

This is about his release.

It's not about my client's past, it's about his future.

So, here we are, Muhammed, okay?

Yes.

Now come on.

Hey, Muhammed, don't dig around in other people's glove compartments.

Come on.

Now, listen. I'll give you five euros, okay?

You take that with you, and you give it to the assistant, okay?

And what do you say?

Play, exactly!

That's what we'll do. Okay?

-Yes. -Now get out.

Oh, man.

He doesn't mean it like that!

We're getting a bit pissed off here.

Yes...