4 Blocks

Come on!

We're in a hurry, come on!

Hasenheide? Görlitzer?

All good, everybody paid.

- Very good. - We'll head off, OK?

Shit, the cops.

The cops are coming!

Police.

Your IDs, please.

- Keep it down up there. - You bitch!

Your ID.

Don't have one.

Whose car is that?

Open up, pal.

No key.

It's open.

Motherfuckers!

Fuck the police!

Fuck you!

Let's call it off.

We need backup. Stralauer garages. Two units, please.

Cut it out!

When I start to run, you go to the playing field, OK?

I got your gear, huh?

Freeze!

Issam, come on!

Stop that!

Get down!

Latif!

Latif! What are you doing?

What's in there?

What is it?

No way.

Open up! Police!

Open up!

Police! On the ground!

On the ground!

And don't move an inch, you fucking Arab!

Is that clear?

Chapter 1 Brothers

Nothing to do?

- Chill. It's hot outside. - Sorry? Did you tell me to chill?

Think business just does itself?

What about Skyline? And Grenzallee?

- But you have time for cards. - Abbas.

- Heard the story of the fisherman? - What fisherman?

A fisherman lies in a hammock enjoying the sun at the beach.

A tourist comes past and asks: "Why not go out and catch fish?"

The fisherman says: "I went already, caught four lobsters."

And he shows them to him.

The tourist says:

"Go back and catch 100. You'll be a rich man."

The fisherman looks into the sun, laughs and says:

"And then?"

"Then you can enjoy the sun," says the tourist.

Fisherman says: "I already am."

"Why do I need 100 lobsters?"

Cool fisherman.

Cool?

He's stupid.

What if another comes to lie in the sun but has 100 lobsters?

Who'll get the pussies?

Got it?

Now go get the lobsters!

What's up?

The cops got Latif.

Stop it.

Let's get this over with, Mrs. Hamady.

Tell us what you know and it will all be OK.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

We know your husband's official income.

I can't afford a television like that one.

And you have two.

Not to mention the cars your husband drives.

Nine kilos of cocaine.

Enough to put a man behind bars for a long time.

And I'm sure that more will come to light.

Do you want your son to grow up without a father for so long?

Mrs. Hamady.

Talk to us.

Convince your husband to finally make a confession.

Nothing.

Out the way, dude.

Ah, the Hamady brothers.

Kutscha.

I hope you treated my sister well.

You're down for the count, Ali.

And this is just the beginning.

Come here, sister.

We're always here for you and Adam.

And I swear to you,

I'll get Latif out of there as soon as possible.

Did you tell the cops anything?

Anything at all?

No.

It's important, you know.

Important, is it?

Why?

Why is it important, Toni?

So your deals won't be disturbed?

- If they'd found stuff here, I'd be... - Amara.

I watched my husband get arrested.

The police destroyed my apartment.

My son was scared to death!

What happened, Toni?

Please take care of Amara and Adam. We'll talk tonight.

Even if we cut it again, it will only last the week.

How did they know the monthly delivery came today?

Coincidence. Those fucking cops were lucky.

As long as Latif doesn't squeal to the cops.

Latif is family. Don't talk crap.

Ibrahim said we should meet with the Al-Saafis.

OK, I'll do it.

- No, I'll do it. - Why you?

Let me talk to my brother alone.

Go outside.

Thought you wanted out of this? The cocaine, the hassle.

- What's up? - You and Latif lost a lot of cocaine.

The Al-Saafi brothers are cautious and they know me.

They want to talk to the eldest.

Don't talk to me like a kid.

I'm not, but let me negotiate, OK?

We need more gear, and we need them as a source.

I don't care, I'm coming.

And one other thing. Those bastard cops.

They better watch out.

Do nothing until Ibrahim says so. Nothing.

Let's see.

Get out! Out!

All the women out.

And close the door.

What's wrong?

Looking at my dick?

Wanna suck it?

Nobody sells drugs in my club!

Nobody!

That's you?

No! I'm the pink one.

OK, fine. Now that's enough.

- Just one more... - No, Serin. Enough.

- One. - No.

Dad, why don't I have a bike yet?

Because you'll get one on your birthday.

Hamit says girls shouldn't ride bikes.

If Hamit said that then he's an idiot.

Now go to sleep, my princess.

Sweet dreams.

Of Dad, not Mom.

Sweet dreams.

Amara is distraught and so is the little one.

Promise me that won't happen to us.

All this has to stop.

Promise me.

Kalila.

I promise, as soon as the passports arrive.

I'll be the most German German.

I'll be a business man,

a real estate agent.

I'll even be the mayor of Neukölln.

Just trust me.

I really will. You know it.

Doctor. I could be a doctor.

Right?

Please.

What is it?

I have to go out again for a while.

Yeah.

- Remember the appointment tomorrow. - Sure.

It's important, yeah?

You can iron my shirt for tomorrow.

You look good.

Where is Abbas? This is his job.

There's trouble with the girls at Rush.

Yeah? You want a fight?

Give me your finger!

Give it here!

Get down!

Get down!

Look what he did to me, Toni.

God damn bastard!

Show him a lesson.

So, you've been selling in my club?

That's a no-go.

Here at Skyline, only we do that.

Who are you from?

Who sent you?

Who are your people?

What's up with him? Doesn't he speak?

Talk to him! Speak!

Hey. Speak German?

Fuck you.

OK, take his jacket off.

If he doesn't talk, I break his legs.

Come on, Toni. Teach him a lesson.

Vince?

Toni.

What the fuck, man? I almost crippled you!

I didn't know...

For fuck's sake! What are you doing?

I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't.