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Do it.

For the family, OK?

Luka.

Hey, Luka.

Luka!

Luka, look at me.

- Hey. - Shut up!

Luka!

Hey, Roth!

- Relax! - You're telling me?

That's it. Take a shower!

I'm playing ice hockey, wanker!

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Mr Roth?

I have to ask you to come with us.

Says who?

The State Criminal Police. Suspicion of embezzlement.

Frank?

Here he is.

Frank Dudek.

I'm leading the undercover operation.

Klaus Roth. Hello.

You had me arrested in front of my colleagues?

It's more believable.

If you don't want to take part,

I'll take you back and clear your name in the department.

Could you study the documents? Could you understand everything?

Yes.

It wasn't really difficult.

Coffee?

Why not?

It's about fraud and betting manipulation in sport.

We're after him: Aco Goric.

He and his Serbian clan have ordered blackmail, physical injuries,

maybe even murders.

Of course, we can't prove it.

We also assume that some of our colleagues are on his payroll.

The idea is, you'll go to the Galaxy every third day and place a bet.

At different times.

Until they pass you on to a place

where the really big bets are happening. Illegally, of course.

You'll help us get insight into their structures.

OK.

I applied 18 months ago.

They said I wasn't suitable at the time.

Now you are.

- Hi. - Hi.

Two bets, please.

1,000 euros on Hamburg winning against Bremen.

And 2,000 on Hamburg scoring first between the 20th and 30th minute.

We don't do such weird bets. Not for 2,000.

- You don't? - No.

- Who does? - I have no idea.

Then I'll bet 2,000 on Kiel beating Wilhelmshaven in the second half.

2,000,

3,000, 3,620...

Good, I'd like to place 3,000 on Bielefeld beating Würzburg.

And 2,000 on Sankt Henkesheim winning in the second half this evening.

Anything else?

Can I bet on a penalty for Bielefeld?

- Only 200. - No, then...

Then I'll place a bet on handball. 500 euros on Rost winning in Dinterheim.

Hey!

Do you still want to place the 2,000?

- Sure. - Come along.

Be thankful. Less expensive than a complaint.

We don't do this shit in my place. Don't come back here.

Here, go here and give the bookie my card.

Then he'll know that I sent you.

Your new name: Milan Neumann.

I thought it's easier if we take your original Serbian name.

Everything's under your name. Water, electricity, garbage, phone...

Key and spare key for the house and mailbox.

From tomorrow on you'll place bets at Manzur café.

You'll get the results by SMS.

Take this. It's your life insurance.

Those who can't remember their own lies at some stage, are dead.

3,000 on Ludwigshafen beating Duisburg.

- 3,000? - Yep.

- Only as a combination bet. - OK.

Combination with Madrid and Naples winning.

There was a guy from your files.

Luka Morava.

Hey, watch out! Shit.

- Sorry. - What "sorry"?

- Nothing happened. - Nothing happened? What's this?

- Calm down, I apologised. - Shut up or I'll smack you one.

Drunken bastard.

- Can I have one more? - Sure, I'll bring you one.

Can I grab a seat?

- I'm Luka. - Milan.

You gamble a lot here.

Do you need a tip?

Do I look like I do?

- Did you bet on this? - No.

I have no clue about boxing.

I could give you a tip.

I don't bet hit or miss.

- So you only know about football? - Yes.

2nd and 3rd division.

Look, I think...

he'll go down in the 5th round.

Thanks.

Wait a sec.

I'll place another 500...

on the Mexican being knocked out in the 5th round.

Thanks.

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hello, Mr Roth.

The door at the end of the hall. I'll be right with you.

During the last 20 minutes. And that's right.

Wait a sec...

What a shithole!

Sit down.

Luka's father died 15 years ago.

Since then, Goric isn't only his uncle, but also his surrogate father.

Luka looks up to him but has no idea about the core business.

Goric makes sure that the boy and his pregnant girlfriend get by.

Boy, get up. Not so fast.

They sometimes use him as a tout. He's small fry.

Yes! Have you got a tip for me now?

Mainz against Viersen.

Mainz will be shown two red cards. So Viersen should win.

You and Luka will be friends in one week.

How?

I need a piss.

- You want another one? - Sure, thanks.

Give me two more.

Are we clean?

This has to go!

- Are you all right? - Yes.

- OK. - You can't go out there right now.

Can you take this for me? You've got a car?

- Yes. - You'll get a share.

Drive faster, please!

You'll drive down that road and then through this gate.

You have to be careful at night. Or you'll drive into the water.

Fuck!

You'll drive in here and hide.

When the patrol's passed, you'll drive out behind them.

I'll simply drive out after it and that's it?

Doesn't that seem a little staged?

You'll manage.

And what now?

We wait.

Fasten your seatbelt.

Shit.

Fuck, Milan!

Bloody cops!

Are you OK?

Boy!

Your amateurish behaviour could have cost the lives of two colleagues.

One more time and you're out. Got that?

This is for you.

What are you up to now?

I'm going home.

Want to come and eat something?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah, why not?

Are you full?

Some people are after two schnitzels.

- What are you doing? - I'm helping your wife.

She's pregnant, not disabled. Sit down!

He stopped helping me early on.

What? Father to son! Can you hear me?

Housekeeping is the woman's job. A real Moravac doesn't do the dishes.

Are you sure he's related to you, Luka?

What? I love you, but that isn't funny.

- Not too bad. - It's good, eh?

- How much was it? - 43,000.

- Who do you bet for? - For no one.

- I do it alone. - Really?

That's pointless. You hardly make a living, right?

You don't have to trust anyone, if you work alone.

OK.

But it's worth a try.

- I don't know. - We don't have to get married.

- Which one is it? - The black one.

- Which one? - With the dreads.

Ah, OK. But I don't think they're dreads.

- I think they're cornrows. - No, the other things...

What're they called? Doesn't matter. That black guy.

OK.

- Fouls happen! - They sure do!

Fuck you!

Boy, Patrik! Hey, wait!

You don't want to rot in the regional division, right?

Forehand-backhand whip. Unbelievable!

- The ball was in. - The ball was out!

No. Excuse me, woman!

The ball was certainly in! Sorry.

Luka, the ball was one metre out.

Play on!

- Is that her? - Yes. That's her.

Martina!

If you mess up your serve, you have to be angry.

- I was angry. - Put on a real show!

OK, I will.

My little sister plays volleyball. Is that also interesting for you?