A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[clicking]
[suspenseful music]
[beeping, buzzing]
[cracks neck]
[suspenseful music]
[Kalifa screams]
["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 ♪
[doorbell]
- Hey, Cengiz. - [in Turkish] Hello, Kadir. Come in.
Move.
You all right?
I had to do something.
We can't have these bastards thinking...
Who do you think you are?
Shooting up the studio. What's wrong with you? Huh?
Did you really think you were doing us a favor?
Those assholes are in the hospital. There will be consequences.
What do you think Ardan will do now?
- Fuck Ardan and his punk-ass crew. - Stop the gangster bullshit.
This isn't a fucking movie.
Make sure it disappears, abi?
[in Turkish] Keep calm. Both of you keep calm, okay?
Listen up.
I'll try to sort this out with Ardan, okay?
Until then you stay here and lay low. You hear me?
- You really want me to hide? The deal... - Fuck the deal, bro!
Fuck that shit for now.
We're talking about your life.
You do know what he's capable of.
Give me some time. Two days.
And then? What's next, eh?
You want me to apologize, Kalle? Eh?
I'd rather eat shit.
- Thanks. - No problem.
- This is for you. - Thanks.
Say hi to Manu.
[in Albanian] Till soon.
[Sara] Hey!
Hot stuff.
Come here! I want to talk to you.
[honking]
What the fuck? Are you retarded?
Get in the car.
Or do you want your junkie friends to know who you've been talking to?
[in Bosnian] Go to hell, slut!
- You owe me intel. - Nah.
Okay then, let me help you out.
The heroin.
It's from Ardan, right?
I can't do this anymore. You want me to get shot?
It's too dangerous.
- Why is that? - I keep hearing crazy shit.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm already a dead man.
Mm-hmm.
Got a guilty conscience?
Did you make new friends?
Should I ask them for help instead?
[pigeons coo]
- Should we call them? - No. We just wait.
[Manu] I don't trust them.
[phone notification]
[beep]
[Jinn] Hey, Zilan. I was just in the studio.
It looks like it's closed. No idea what's happening.
No one's answering the phone either.
Sorry if you're mad 'cause I just left the other day,
but I had to take care of some personal stuff.
But, anyway, I just wanted...
to show you something, it's a surprise.
Um... I'm not busy today, so we can meet if you want.
Just give me a call back. Okay, bye.
Kalifa won't tolerate this shit at Skyline.
Ever.
[engine starts]
[Zilan] I got to take care of something. Let's meet up later.
Okay, bye.
- You got a hot date? - Shut the fuck up.
Tiny dick.
You're wearing that?
Lily, wait. What's wrong?
I...
I quit today.
You did what?
I quit today.
But why?
I thought we were similar, Papa. But we're just very, very different.
Jinn is like you.
You're both driven to be the best, but I...
[sighs]
Is this still about the pitch, Lily?
You can't let it get to your head, sweetheart.
All successful people experience failure at some point.
That's normal. You pick yourself up and keep fighting.
I just can't do it.
Do you know how exhausting it is to get knocked down over and over again?
Listen.
Go change. We'll go out to eat, then you can forget about this nonsense.
- Okay? - Back to your solution?
Never question, just forge ahead?
What do you think that does to your family?
To me.
Or Mom.
What happened?
Did you get in a fight?
[honking]
Come on, play it.
How did it come out?
Start driving.
[Zilan, on phone] ♪ 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 ♪
♪ Time for some action Moonwalk, Michael Jackson ♪
♪ I don't need you ♪
- [he sings along] - ♪ Walking through the gloom ♪
♪ You Instagram rich bitch Fuck off with your showbiz ♪
Wait for it.
♪ Zilan, Zilan, Zilan Zilan, Zilan, Zilan, Zilan, Zilan ♪
- Good. - Hell, yeah. It's sick.
♪ I'm not some kinda bitch You go fucking with ♪
♪ You're in the club to party I'm in the club to make money ♪
Get it!
♪ Thanks to your nosebleeds I can pay my night school fees ♪
♪ You bleach your asshole Stash your granny in a nursing home ♪
- Yeah. - ♪ For my family, I wage war ♪
♪ Win, lose or draw It's all about love ♪
♪ For my family, I wage war ♪
♪ Win, lose or draw It's all about love ♪
[music fades out]
[phone rings]
[prostitute] Hi.
- So? - I told him.
He knows what's up.
That means the job...
Cancelled.
Good.
- And the money? - What do you mean?
I mean, if services aren't rendered...
couldn't we reach a compromise about the sum maybe?
[amused laughter]
Good luck with that.
Thanks.
- We'll talk. - So long.
[sighs]
Miss Elaine Chan, please.
This is Raimund from Verial.
Doing well, Elaine, thank you. Yes.
I would like to buy shares for 150,000 euro, for a portfolio.
No, not the usual.
It's a Truuwealth account. Cayman Islands.
- [in Kurdish] Gû bi xwe. - Hm?
- Gû bi xwe. - Gubuke.
No. Gû bi xwe.
Gubuche. So?
- Yeah, almost. - Give me another.
Here.
[in Kurdish] Kurê Kerî.
- What's that? - Just say it. Kurê Kerî.
- Kurey krey. - [she laughs, amused]
Why are you laughing? What does that even mean?
It means, "I'm the son of a donkey."
[laughs] I said that? Really?
Yeah.
[chuckles]
- Thank you. - For what?
Oh, that.
It's my job.
No.
You opened something in me.
Okay. Want another round?
No way.
What?
Him. That guy over there.
- Which guy? - The one in the tie.
- I know that fucker. - [woman] What are you doing?
That slimy fuck?
He's threatening my father.
- How so? - He beat the shit out of him.
That bastard beat up your dad?
Right in front of me.
- What did you do? - I told him to fuck off.
That's it? Why didn't you fuck him up while you had the chance to?
- I should've. - Yeah, man.
- I should've fucked him up. - Like...
bam! In the face.
- Bam, bam! - Yeah, I should've done it.
Come on.
- Where? - To take care of it.
- No. - Yeah, man.
No, Zilan, things... are complicated with my dad.
I don't think it's a good idea for me to fix his problems for him.
It's not for him. It's for you.
Come on.
- Let's just talk to him first, okay? - Okay.
Look how he's walking.
Hey, you!
[slow suspenseful music]
Hey, wait up.
[Jinn] What's up with you, dude?
- Leave me alone? - [Jinn] Stop, man.
- I just want to talk to you. - No. Fuck off!
Fuck off? You son of a bitch. You think you can just beat up my...
[shot, scream]
- [Zilan] Jinn! Jinn! - [Jinn groans, screams]
- Come on! - [Jinn] Fuck.
[groans, screams]
[he moans in agony]
[tires squeal]
- [banging, choking] - [alarm beeps]
[Kroos yells]
[screaming]
[shot]
[squealing, crashing]
[gasping]
[grunting]
[Jinn gasps]
Oh, shit! Oh, shit.
- [gurgling] - [Jinn] Fuck.
[groans]
[whimpers]
- [gurgling] - Fuck! What have you done?
- Get in. We've got to go. - [gasping]
[panting]
No.
Get in!
- I'm not leaving. - Come.
[Jinn] Help! He's dying!
Help! He's dying! Stay awake!
Stay awake, you idiot.
Help me!
Please help me. Stay awake!
Please! Help me.
[gasping]
[distant sirens]
[policeman]...one of you here and here,
In case we have to tail Kelmendi out of the courtyard.
- [Dagmar] What about this exit? - Locked. I'm not worried about it.
What's up?
We've got our eye on a Slovenian tour bus coming into Frankfurt tomorrow.
We were able to tie it to Kelmendi
and think it's likely the bus transporting the drugs.
Your source's info all checked out.
We're working on details now.
We've got the bunker surrounded. Kelmendi's under observation.
And what if the bus is empty?
We'll still raid the bunker, Kelmendi gets a warning, the Albanians quiet down.
Along with the projects.
My CI is still gathering info.
- We're just getting started. - What do you want, Sara?
After we close this case tomorrow
you can clear out your desk and fly somewhere sunny.
Before you head off to fancy little Wiesbaden.
Listen, Sara. Whatever you're working on, drop it.
Focus on closing this one.
Did you at least look at the file?
We're finally going to close a case you never wanted in the first place.
Then you'll go study for your exams.
Understood?
Yeah.
["Rose" by Kalifa]
♪ Born and raised in the projects Between towers, drugs and feds ♪
♪ You're like a rose in the concrete Every time I saw you I forgot my misery ♪
♪ You were an angel in hell ♪
♪ Every day you saw trouble But you never lost your smile ♪
♪ Until the day they came And what we had would never be the same ♪
[Ardan] It's a beautiful song.
♪ You're like a rose in the concrete ♪
[he turns the music off]
I haven't heard it in a while.
Where's he hiding?
We all grew up together.
- You've known him since he was a kid. - I thought I did.
Then he goes crazy and starts shooting my guys.
Yeah. But it's not all his fault, and you fucking know it, Ardan.
He shot two of my boys.
One of them might never walk again.
Both have brothers, cousins.
They care about one thing, that justice is done.
I can hold them off, abi.
But we need to talk first.
About what?
What is it?
Your money?
Is that what you want, brother? Money? Hm?
Why don't you give me a fucking number?
I know what you want. You want money? Here, take all of it.
You know what, brother?
Here. Take whatever you need.
But leave me out of this goddamn fucking shit!
I fought for you my whole life.
I gave you strength.
This was my idea. You started it with my money.
You used my life, told my stories.
And I... I had to go.
To protect you.
And this is the thanks I get?
Because I got to live your dream, brother, you want to tear it all down?
I want in on Skyline Records.
If you want him to live, you'll make it happen.
[dismal music]
[snoring]
[Mann] Yo! What you smoking?
[Jinn] Moods.
Why those?
So I smoke less.
- Why smoke at all then? - Why can't you shut up?
Are you fucking serious?
Put that shit out, it stinks.
Yo, I said put that shit out!
[man snores]
[door rattles]
Yo, finally, man. I thought I was going to rot in here.
- Johannes Dietz? - Why Johannes Dietz? Why not me?
- Come with us. - You shitting me, man? Bullshit!
Yo, fuck you, you Nazi pigs. Cocksucking motherfucker!
Let me go!
So can I go now?
I just asked you a question.
Do you not want to talk to me?
What the hell! I know my rights.
- You have to tell me where I'm going! - Feet against the wall!
Hey! You're hurting me.
[agonized moans]
I'm a witness. Why are you locking me up?
Hey! Why are you locking me up? I didn't do anything. Hey!
Why won't you guys talk to me?
Why won't you talk to me?
[yells] I just want to know when I can get out of here!
Fuck all of you!
Shit!
Shit.
[he drums a beat]
[beat continues]
[ringing]
[phone ringtone]
- Yeah? - It's me.
- I really fucked up. - [in Kurdish] What?
- [in Kurdish] I fucked up.
I have to leave.
Hey, you want some food?
[in Kurdish] Where are you?
Zilan.
- [in Kurdish] Where are you? - You have to do the run for me.
- Wait. - [in Kurdish] Okay?
Stay there.
I got to take care of something. Watch the place.
Can I at least get some food?
Any problems, call me, not Ardan. Got it?
- Okay. - [in Kurdish] Has anyone seen you?
What are you doing here?
I wanted to surprise you back.
Come. Get in.
This is great.
Totally.
I really like eating in the car.
I think you're almost as crazy as your mother.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I don't get to see you a lot now.
That'll change soon.
When I'm in management I'll have regular work hours.
I'll be home a lot more.
You've said that before.
It's not easy
to balance both my work and personal lives.
My job is different.
I know things are hard right now.
We'll get through it, as a family.
What do you mean by "family"? Huh?
You two can't even stand to be in the same room together.
Where's this coming from?
You're always working late now.
And Dad's fucking someone.
And you know what the worst part is?
You don't give one shit.
What kind of family does that make us?
Riana...
[sighs]
Take a seat.
[beats fingers nervously]
Hey, Johannes. Miro.
Hi, Tim.
Sorry about the wait, Johannes. You all right?
Sure.
[water gurgles]
First time in here?
Musician. What kind?
- Techno? - Rap.
Rapper.
Producer.
- I make beats for rappers. - Cool.
- Didn't you do that? - No, I just did some DJ'ing.
It's different.
Would I know any of your songs?
Sorry, I'm not in the mood to chat right now.
That was the craziest night of my life.
And I was locked up in here, even though I didn't do anything.
We are from homicide.
That means that we investigate suspects in murder cases.
So you might be looking at life in prison, depending on what happens.
The only thing that you can do to help yourself now it to chat.
Whether you're in the mood or not.
- Okay. - Good. Let's start with something simple.
What did you guys do last night?
"You guys"?
You...
and your accomplice.
[exasperated] I've never seen her before.
I was just walking, home from work.
All of a sudden she ran up to me, said that guy had been harassing her.
I don't know if they knew each other. "Okay," I thought, "I can help."
I was going to talk to him.
So I followed. He went into the hotel garage.
Suddenly, he turns around.
Holding a gun. Boom!
Ears ringing. I couldn't see anything.
When I opened my eyes things were all blurry.
I saw he had dragged her into his car.
She fought back, I heard a shot. I thought it was all over.
Then the car started.
He rammed into the first car, and then into another.
Door opens and he falls out.
He was just gasping for air.
Then, blood.
I've never seen that much blood.
[whistle, cheering]
[phone rings]
- Hey, brat. - Hey, brother? How are you?
Good. You watching the game, hm?
It's a fucking catastrophe, man.
Yeah, it's just painful, brother.
We never play smart. That's why we're not moving up.
That and a few million.
You can't buy soul. - Yeah.
We need a real striker, aggressive, you know?
- Yeah, man. - What's up?
Want to get together?
Football?
Nah, business.
[chewing]
You hungry?
Yeah, I could eat.
- Sure. - Meet me at the bar in 15 minutes, okay?
Uh... Yeah, yeah. Okay.
- [Bosnian] See you soon. - Ah, yeah. Ciao.
Ask him for heroin. A kilo.
[laughs derisively]
He'll say no at first.
You're just going to accept it. Don't push him.
You just tell him, "Okay."
But if he brings it up again, you get specific.
You need a kilo. Tell him your buyer's only...
- here for a short time. - Come on! This is insane.
He'll immediately make me...
I just can't.
[sniffs]
If you find out where the heroin's coming from,
you'll get 20 percent of the cut.
[scoffs]
And I'll never bother you again.
How does that sound?
What about the other thing?
Kelmendi?
Fuck Kelmendi.
- [Manu] Like it? - [Dejan smacks his lips]
- Baba chicken, man. - Yeah.
Where from?
Just around the corner. Hassan's.
- Why do you need me? - Huh?
Oh, I don't know.
Just a thought.
I've worked with them off and on for a while now.
Solid guys.
But my plug's laying low since the raids. That's my problem, you know?
Sorry, man.
Ah, no worries.
I mean, it's not like it's peanuts.
[Manu, recording] What's wrong with you? He's the best shave in Frankfurt.
[she fast-forwards]
[Dejan] Ardan?
[Manu] Why do you ask?
[Dejan] Don't know. I just heard the name a lot lately.
[Manu] What exactly did you hear?
[Dejan] That he was kind of a super badass or something.
[Manu] Go on, my brother. Tell him about Ardan.
[barber] Ardan?
[she fast-forward]
[barber] He extends his hand, and the moment he touches the money
he raises an ax, and chop! Cuts the whole hand off.
Blood everywhere.
The whole room filled with blood.
[chortles] It was crazy.
[phone vibrates]
[she clears her throat]
- [Miro] Hey. - Yeah?
How are you? How are your exams?
Great. What's up?
We got a murder suspect here who makes beats for Kalifa.
I thought that might be of interest to you.
I'm on my way.
Only one kilo?
More, if it's good shit.
You've got the cash, right?
One call.
Give me an hour or so to get it sorted, but it'll be all right.
- Back here in one hour. - Cool. Thanks.
[suspenseful music]
[ringing]
Fuck.
[in Bosnian] I'll fuck your mother. Cunt!
[in Bosnian, quietly] Cunt, cunt, cunt.
[mutters a curse in Bosnian]
[ringing]
They know each other.
Look at how they're both walking.
- How? - They've got swagger. See?
- What do they have? - Swagger. That's it, right?
[Miro laughs]
- [Tim] They're in aggressor mode. - Aggressor mode!
- I can tell. - By the way they walk. Hm.
I'm an expert.
- Hey. - Hey. What you got?
He seems like a good kid.
Got no priors. Story sounds legit.
Something doesn't feel right though.
He said the victim attacked the woman, harassed her.
He wanted to help her confront him.
Then the guy panicked and shot him in the face with tear gas.
- So we only got about half the story. - If that.
He thinks the guy dragged her into the back of his car.
But here's what really happened.
Doesn't look like self-defense to me.
But our expert here gathered that from their walk.
Who's she?
We don't know.
Um.
The real question is, did he know her before, or if...
Or if he's lying.
How long can you hold him?
[ringing]
Pick up the fucking phone!
[ringing]
[suspenseful music]
[man talking quietly on the phone]
[phone conversation continues]
[smack, groan]
[Dejan whimpers]
[Kurdish tamboura music]
- [Zeyna] I caught you! - Hey! That's not fair.
- You... - [scream]
[laughing]
[Sonja] Careful. Be careful!
[music continues]
[Sonja] Careful!
That's worth more than your house.
[mover] Excuse me?
[Sonja] There, on that wall. Hold it.
Kadi?
Hey!
What do you think?
Cool.
Nah. Ah, just set it down over there.
[man] Right.
What's wrong?
It's nothing.
[Reah and Zeyna play in the background]
Business.
If you're this bad, it's not business.
Talk to me, Kadi.
We've always talked when you didn't know what to do next.
Who's always right?
You.
[Zeyna] Mom, come here. Hurry!
[Zeyna] Mom!
I'll be right there.
Family is the most important thing, Kadir.
Don't forget.
[oppressive music]
[music becomes more suspenseful]
[door opens]
Get out!
You stay.
Tie him up.
Chair!
[metallic jangling]
Wake him up.
Hey.
Hey. Wake up.
What's wrong with you?
[coughs]
Huh? What the fuck, man?
What do you want from me?
Who are you?
What's your name?
[Manu] Dejan.
Dejan something. I know the guy.
We were in the Brigade together.
You're solid then?
So what are you doing here then, huh? Dejan?
Kid's a new buyer, man.
You stupid fuck.
- Who sent you? - No one. I swear.
Who?
- He's just a small fish. - Shut up!
- Who sent you? - No one!
- [whimpers] - Who?
- Chill out, Pezo. - [mumbles]
- [whimpers] - Hm?
The fucking bitch is using me.
But I won't tell her anything.
- I swear. I won't say anything. - What fucking bitch?
What bitch? Police?
- What? - I swear.
[grunts in agony]
I'll think of something. I'll cover.
- Tell me her name. - I really don't know.
[coughing] S.
[Ardan] What does she look like??
[menacing music]
[Dejan pants in fear]
Describe her.
She...
She's German. Or half.
Half something else. I don't know.
She's in her 30s.
Brown hair and...
pretty.
Go on.
Well, I...
There's a tattoo behind her ear. It's small.
A rose?
Yeah. A rose.
[Dejan] I'll help you.
I...
[Dejan whimpers]
I'll help you, brother.
I don't know, man. I don't know.
- Get rid of him. - Huh? Wait, what?
Pezo, maybe he can help us.
Get rid of him, or I'll knock your tongue so far down your throat...
[banging]
...that you'll be able to talk out of your fat fucking ass. Okay?
I recognize the car. I swear!
Get rid of him.
Brother, please...
Believe me, bro. I swear. I swear! I swear I'll help you.
[grunting]
[wheezing]
[Dejan tries to talk]
[gasping]
[choking]
[Dejan goes silent]
I don't know.
I've put up with it till now, but this is just too much.
I can't put up with that bitch's shit anymore.
It's always the same.
Great idea. How do we do that?
We don't let him back inside.
Him or his runners.
You want me to ban my brother from my own fucking place?
Our place, moruk.
And, yeah. If he's selling drugs there, then I do.
And you think he'll be okay with that?
- Why don't we just call the police. - Celine...
What is your deal? Why the police? Do I look like a snitch?
Well, do you have a better idea? Besides locking doors or shooting people?
[women talk in background]
We bring him on board.
He's gone crazy.
You really want to do that?
We'll give him shares in one of our subsidiaries.
No skin off our back.
But it forces him to behave himself. That's what we want.
- Dumbest shit I've ever heard. - Totally with you on this.
I really don't care what you think, I just need us
to figure out how that model could work without completely screwing us over.
Bring him in is screwing ourselves.
Also, how are we going to explain that to Global tomorrow?
So far I haven't heard any better ideas in here from any of you.
Think about it.
- Know what, bro? - What?
You're up to something else.
You're too chickenshit to say what.
[man] Her name is Reinhardt.
- Peter Street 3. - Thanks.
- Her apartment's on the third floor. - Tamam.
- Let me know if you need anything else. - Bye.
He always makes mistakes.
He's a problem for us.
We have no idea how much the cops know.
Why were you in the garage?
Why did you leave?
I had to make the run.
Where's your sister?
Where?
She had to lay low.
- And now? - I don't know.
- You don't? - I swear, Ardan. I don't know where.
Ah!
We all make mistakes, see?
It's how it goes.
It's a part of life.
Every mistake is an opportunity.
You just have to play it right.
[door squeaks]
Finished.
What now?
[suspenseful music]
[sighs]
[phone rings]
PRIVATE NUMBER
Hello?
- Mr. Kroos? - [Miro] No.
Who am I speaking to?
- Who is this, who are you? - The police.
How do you know Mr. Kroos?
Um... No, I...
We're business partners.
What was your name again?
- Find out who that was. - Uh-huh.
[quiet lounge music]
[doorbell]
[Mike] Who is that?
Riana.
Can someone get the door? My hands are full.
Riana!
[she moans, annoyed]
Want to bet it's not for me?
[Riana screams] Ah! Oh my God!
Mom!
- What is it? - There's a hand.
- What? - It's a hand!
Come on, don't look. Sh!
- Stay here, don't let anyone in. Got it? - Yeah.
- Lock the door. - Yeah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Shit.
[tires squeal]
[engine revs]
[honking]
[Kalifa] The last few days have messed with all of our heads.
I know what you've done for Skyline Records in the past.
Perhaps I've never...
honored your contributions.
But I'd like to change that.
I'd like the two of us to...
chart the future of Skyline Records together.
And fight for it.
Like before.
As a thank-you for your financial contribution
that helped found Skyline Records,
we'd like to offer you the opportunity to help decide its future,
in addition to owning shares in one of our SLR subsidiaries.
We have two suggestions we'd like to present to you.
Skyline Couture, our merchandise branch.
We intend to turn it into a fashion label in the long run.
At the moment we're focusing on the basics,
caps, shirts, hoodies, etc.
And, um, our second suggestion...
Skyline Upfront, our booking and management agency.
- It's really quite... - Clothes.
Okay, that...
sounds conclusive, but we don't need to decide today.
I already decided.
In both cases the contract stipulations are as follows,
Semir Dündar and your brother own the majority share, 51 percent.
You would take over the remaining 49 percent,
in this case from our previous partners CMK.
49 is too low.
I want 51.
You want me to believe in us?
Help me believe.
[suspenseful music]
Kalifa.
Where's Ardan?
- Go ahead. - Already on my way.
Where is he?
A desk job, huh?
- Idiot me, I believed you. - I'm not in the mood.
Oh, you're not in the mood? You just ran into me the other day?
By chance?
Or were you shadowing me like a fucking suspect?
How do you cops do it? Did you bug me?
Or you still hanging around the same hood?
- Like the old days? - This isn't a game.
- Don't you fucking get it? - Think you can...
Tell me where your brother is!
You wanted to do a little snooping around?
- A little fucking? - Shut up!
[furniture crashing]
Your brother is a murderer.
At the end of the day it doesn't make a difference
if you're involved or not.
Or if you're just too dumb to realize what he's capable of.
Start talking now.
Or you'll end up in jail with him.
Where is Ardan?
Is he here?
You guys always suspect the...
same fucking people.
Just stay out of my life.
And if you...
don't have a search warrant, then fuck off.
"Super cop."
[screams] Out!
[she takes a deep breath]
[suspenseful music]
[beeping]
["Rose" by Kalifa]
Subtitles: Nathan Fritz