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Karsten?

Gemini: Your efforts at work
will pay off next week...

"Karsten?"

Karsten?

Yes? "Can you come here?"

Can you come here?

Yes? Karsten Zenker here.
I am sending them now.

Right, Gemini and Virgo.

Scorpio is too positive?

Sorry, I do stick to the patterns.
Surely I can interpret a little?

OK, fine. I'll rewrite Scorpio.
Thanks, ciao.

- What is it?
- Watch this!

- Did you see that?
- Great. Can I go and pack now?

Wow!

Does it fit in the garage?

Course it does.

And that's how it goes on our own
doorstep, right, Mr Zenker?

I think...

we want to be true to my father's ideas.

Great!

As you well know, only he who changes
stays true to himself.

Thanks to the fresh ideas
and hard work

of our colleague from Hamburg,
Mr Brookm�ller, this season

we will go on the offensive.

Ladies and gentlemen...

our new spring-summer collection!
Ladies, please!

Goldberger Classic
stands for our traditional quality,

but with "Grazilia",
we go on the fashion offensive.

Grazilla!

- During transition, we'll run both.
- Transition?

Goldberger Classic
will then be phased out.

What?

So our target customers
will focus exclusively on Grazilla.

Hold on!

Best-Agers! Our target
is the elegant woman over 40

with problem zones, right?

Let's ask Mrs Schmidtbauer.
Mrs Schmidtbauer...

you are a classic customer.
Sorry. Would you wear that?

Yes, of course!

She too has a right to youth
and Mediterranean freshness.

And Grazilla makes us
want to look younger and fresher.

Grazilia, that sounds like Grazia,
Sicilia, Grazia Patrizia, Sevilla...

- Grazilla!
- Grazilia.

How much would you take?

- That T-shirt, for example.
- 9 euros 90.

May I?

Pardon me.

Cheap fabric from North Korea?

- 9.90? Feels pretty good.
- Amazed?

No, but our customers will be
when they do the laundry

and find it's turned into a dishcloth!

Come in.

Zenker doesn't want to sell Grazilla.

Really?

Oh, dear.

It'd be a pity for his customers
to miss out on the latest trends.

Would you mind
if I represent Grazilla in his area?

And if I get his commission?

Commission!

My customers will kick you and your crap
out on the street.

Bye!

Do you know a nice place
where I can stay?

Just for a couple of weeks?

Or do you have a guest bed?

- Well, Horst? Nice ride, huh?
- Yep.

Fits perfectly.

- What's going on here?
- Hi, Erika!

- Go on up.
- What?

- I'll be right there.
- Yep.

We'd agreed M�ller Tiles
were redoing the bath.

But Horst can knock the old ones out.

What have you got against him?

Horst is uncoordinated,
slow, and leaves a mess.

I don't want
an eternal construction site here!

That's why I insist professionals do it.
They'll finish in four days.

Horst doesn't work here again, OK?

Bring him down?

You all right?

Yep.

Dad? We've got to go.

Leave that.

Horst!

- Tough, aren't they?
- Yep.

- Bye, Lucie.
- Bye, Mrs Zenker.

- Have a good holiday.
- Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- I'll call when we land.
- Can't you even say goodbye?

You never talk to me any more.

Wagons ho!

- Do you all have your tickets?
- Mum, please.

Have a look.

You should keep important papers on you.

Damn!

- No problem. It's close. Straight?
- Er, yes.

And you'll protect the girls?

Or... what do you need him for?

We've fought over Karsten for two years.

So we decided to share him.

Dad, my account,
did you sign the release?

- Dad, you know...
- Yeah, OK. How much do you need?

- Or are you going to blow it all?
- That's my business.

No, it isn't.

Or are you going to college in Spain?

No. We're learning Spanish.
In a language school.

Aha. So you all want
to become interpreters or what?

Better than selling clothes.

Hello, Wolfgang.

Gerhardt, old crook,
what can I do for you?

Nice car. New? Chic.

Was I too fast? Tell me how much
you want. We're late.

You surrendered your licence

- for four weeks.
- Gerhardt, I'm a sales rep.

And I'm a policeman.

If you're caught driving,

you could lose your licence for life
if a judge orders it,

and there's a huge fine.

- I'm a sales rep.
- I know.

You know nothing.

I have to visit all the boutiques
round here to take orders

and get my commission.

No licence, no customers
and no money

to pay Gerhardt the Bandito.

I'll go get my ticket.

It's right up there.

Wolfgang, without a licence,

I must ask you to exit the car.

- Sorry.
- The season starts next week!

- Get Erika to drive you.
- Erika?

- Yes.
- Erika can't drive.

Sorry about that.

Can you drive an automatic?

Forget about your left leg.

A bit of feeling!

How are you getting home
from the airport, Mr Zenker?

Let me worry about that.

Anybody hungry?

Not really.

Pull off here.

- Do we have time?
- Sure, we'll be quick as a flash.

What do you mean we have to talk?

I need you the next four weeks.

- What?
- Yes. Thank your girlfriends.

Gerhardt wouldn't have got me
if we'd gone straight to the airport.

Come on, I can't let my customers
see me with Horst.

Bockwurst with
potato salad, please. Wurst?

Are you kidding me?

You don't need to go on hunger strike
because you're mad.

- Anything else?
- Two, please.

You coming?

- My plane is in two hours.
- You're not going.

Why don't you get a driver?

What is it you want to become?

What's this about?

No sales rep, I know that.

I don't know yet!

- But you know you need Spanish!
- Right.

You ever think that someone
has to earn the money you spend?

Waltzing off instead of helping me
in my hour of need!

Karsten will have to drive for me
till I have my licence back.

You can't be serious.

There's no other way.

You can't do that, Mr Zenker.

Let's go.

Then we're staying too.

Fine. Let's drive home.

No, I'm taking you to the airport.

The tickets say terminal four.

Here's three.

Here.

Bye, Mr Zenker!

- I need to rebook it!
- Do it on the phone.

OK, I'll make you a deal.

I fly next week
so you can find yourself a driver.

- And if I don't find one?
- Tough luck.

We'll see about that, pal.

Karsten forgot his sausage sandwiches.

They've got sausage in Spain.

Try one.

I'm not much for ice cream.
You think 1,000 is enough?

Medical equipment, 9,000 euros.
Medicine 5,000 euros,

loading at the Red Cross,
petrol to Yekaterinburg, 1,000...

The rest is for bribes and expenses.

Better make it 1,200.

You see how happy Monika is?

And she just left Helmut.

My point exactly!

That tyrant's bossed her around
for years!

True. You're right.

Of course I'm right.
She can enjoy her life now.

Her life! Erika!

I'm always here for you, you know.

Erika, your ice cream.
It's nearly sauce!

- Goodness, someone's in a hurry.
- Karsten?

Did you miss the plane?

Not exactly.

What, then, exactly?

Karsten became an adult today.

Don't you move an inch!

Your wife has real class.

You've got none at all.

Don't you want to see
the new collection?

Honey?

- I have ice.
- Stay away from me!

- What should I have done?
- Talk with me! Sooner!

We can handle anything if only we talk!

You knew about your licence

and that Karsten needs this trip
to sow his wild oats!

- I didn't know that.
- All the worse!

Another thing. My flowers
are not a garage door stop!

What?

What is it?

- Ow!
- Stop screaming!

- It hurts!
- Yes.

- Don't touch!
- I'm not!

- Let me see!
- You're grabbing at me!

- Let me have a look!
- You're not looking!

I am!

My God, it's only...

Yes!

It's poetic justice.

- So you did it on purpose?
- No, then you'd have lost them.

Everything super, only half as nice
without you! The Chicas

Stay there, it's Brigitta.

You've a spot on your trousers,
can't go to customers like that.

And tell Karsten his eggs are here.

A good morning starts
with "good morning"!

We've got "cheery-up eggs"
and "good-mood ham".

I don't give a damn if you sleep in,
but long breakfasts are out.

Done.

- You can't come dressed like that.
- Then I'll stay here.

Don't brake with your left leg.
It has no feel for it.

So listen.
We're going to Schiller's Fashion.

Schiller is pig-headed.
He thinks he knows what's best.

You see, you have to make
customers think they decided.

But I still know best what they need.

Know why?

Because I see the big picture.

- Are you listening?
- No.

Thanks.

Maybe you could take these
to the dry-cleaners over there.

- Mr Schiller.
- Mr Zenker.

You're the first to see
the new Goldberger...

No hocus-pocus.

- I know you think I'm pig-headed.
- Nonsense.

Perhaps we could start
with the navy blue?

No, we'll start with the gold.

Are you taking notes?

Are they out to lunch?

You try. Maybe you'll have better luck.

Nobody there.

I want to pick up my shirt.

Number?

- No idea.
- On the ticket.

- It's on the ticket.
- I lost it.

No number, no shirt!

What kind of monster is that?

Delicate, normal or special?

Normal, please.
But he was actually here first.

Wednesday.

Special. Twice.
Coffee still didn't come out.

- Great. My favourite shirt.
- Should be more careful.

Some more coffee here
and it'll be symmetrical.

And where are we going to get it?

- Would you like the blazer in blue?
- What happened to your hand?

...then help the new decorator
with the yellow carpet.

- What's his name again?
- Zenker.

I thought we wanted dark carpeting.

- Goldberger Classic?
- Yes.

May I introduce you?

Mr Zenker from Goldberger,
Ms Pfeiffer...

my soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

And also buyer, controller,
marketing and business director.

Goodness! Congratulations, Ms...

Pfeiffer, soon to be Schiller.
What have you written?

- That's way too much. Cut it in half.
- Sorry?

I just ordered your new stuff.
You also do Grazilla, right?

- Yes.
- Wonderful.

And no, we're using
the yellow carpet. Come on.

Where's our order now?

Be careful who you let into your family.

- Your sign?
- Cancer.

This week, watch out
for unexpected encounters.

The second half of the week
contains chances, but also risks.

Be sure of your opinions
and don't always defer to others.

- You believe in this shit?
- I write it.

What are you?

Gemini.

Your efforts at work
will pay off next week.

You should...

be careful in your private life
and watch what you eat.

Do you remember numbers too?

0163, 917, 9090.

I have to go.

Call me if you feel like it.

I'd like that.

Do you know any place
I could stay for a while,

with breakfast and all that?

No? I'll find something.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

Don't you have eyes in your head?

This won't be cheap.

- You screwed up.
- Why did you brake so suddenly?

Brigitta, there was a cat or something.
Does it matter?

You drove into us. Come on!

- Was there a cat?
- What cat?

- Call the police right now.
- Police?

I forgot my phone. I'm waiting!

Fine. Have it your way.

The old hag won't pay.
Go! We have appointments.

And keep your left leg still
or I'll cut it off!

Just you wait!

That's it up there.
Mrs Retzlaff will like you.

Write down what I tell you.

When I hold something up
and she looks convinced, you ask her...

Dad, I don't want to go in there.

- You ask, "Would you like five"...
- "Or are three enough?"

And all with a big smile
or she'll only buy one.

I'll go in first and you bring in
the collection after.

Here's a respectable pair of trousers,
they should fit.

- I don't know.
- Top quality, made in Germany.

Look at this.
You can wear it as a sweater.

- They sold out last season.
- Well...

Karsten, next line, 23-610.

Colour 306, price 44.90.

Three pieces in two, four, six?

"Two, four, six" means
size 42, 44 and 46, young man.

Mr Zenker, my customers
don't wear short sleeves.

They are all over 50
and have wrinkly elbows.

- Does it come long-sleeved?
- No, but in colours 211 and 214.

- Then I'll take it, in 40, 42 and 44.
- Two colours each?

How can I sell all that? No, I'll take
one colour, two each from 36.

- Short sleeve?
- No, long!

- We don't have long.
- All right, but with slits.

Oh, Goldberger can always do slits.

- You got that?
- What?

What are you doing
leafing through a catalogue?

- That is really astonishing.
- What?

This here.

They call it an "eye-catcher".

A nice young man was here earlier,
he tried to sell me young stuff.

- Did you buy any?
- No, of course not.

Not yet. He left me the catalogue.
As an eye-catcher.

To make my customers curious.

Mrs Retzlaff, you can combine this
with a skirt or with pants.

- And it worked!
- What worked?

On your son. He liked it.
Right? Be honest.

Sure! It's better than that stuff.

You see? The young people like it.
We have to keep up, right?

No! Or do you wear jeans
full of holes?

Mrs Retzlaff, over here.
This is fresh!

Yes, well...

Yes, well, put this in the window
and you'll sell five a day.

Not on your life.

Apart from that, the trousers
are an impossible fit.

What do you say, young man?

- Um...
- Yes, let's ask our expert.

Put these on so Mrs Retzlaff
can see how well they fit.

No way.

Who's going to pay for my bumper?

Karsten, you forgot something.

The fabric's cheap North Korean junk.

It's a controversial line we're...

It fits, moves and is comfortable.

Do you want five, or are three enough?

That didn't go well, right?

Regional Credit.
Connecting you to Mr Topfm�ller.

- Wolfi?
- Harald! What's up?

Wolfi, come around.
It's about your down payment.

Did you forget it?

Load up the tiles.
I have to get some money.

Don't tell me you didn't pay
the 15,000 euros on the S-Class.

- Nice car!
- Thanks.

- What's this, a siesta?
- Don't you start on me.

My wife is on a fitness trip,
eight weeks now.

No alcohol, no cake,
thrown the sofa out the door.

I don't know where to lie down
when I get home.

Harald, what's up with my finances?

You're 11,000 short, that's what's up.

Oh, great.

What's your idea?

What are you talking about?
There's 17,000 in there!

- Good, yeah?
- Yes, and?

It's your son's college money.

Harald, things were worse two years ago
and you gave me credit.

I'll not be that dumb again.

Wolfi, use that money.
It's all yours anyway.

- Erika would kill me.
- That's it. Enough.

Who earns the money our wives spend?

We leave the house every morning
and make life-and-death decisions

and our wives give us hell as thanks.

We should have the right
to decide about our own lives!

- Any other option?
- Sell the S-Class.

My customers didn't take me
seriously in my old wreck.

I know.

Erika makes three transfers a month.

How's she going to notice?

POWER OF ATTORNEY

I'll take care of this.
You deserve a break.

M�LLER TILES

Mr M�ller Senior. This is a surprise.

Wolfgang. Long time no see.

Look, I bought tiles!

Me too!

In small rooms
light colours are always better.

And these?

Darker. And apart from that,
the same as the old ones.

Five years ago they were nice.
They still are.

I was pregnant with Karsten
when we tiled it.

And that makes them ugly now or what?

It's not that light anyway.

They come in rose as well.

We lay the light ones.

Hello, Steven. This is Karsten.

The guy from the dry-cleaners.

What are you looking at?

Checkerboard pattern?

I have to pee.

- How long have you been here?
- Three hours. Is it the bill?

No, no. I wanted to surprise her
and do the work myself.

- It was your wife's decision.
- Yes, fine. I mean...

You guys thirsty?

Come on, pack in for today.
Let's have a drink in the basement.

Brookm�ller here.

This is Karsten,
the guy from the dry-cleaners.

Karsten! This is a surprise!

Did you find somewhere to stay?

Not yet. What are you doing tonight?

What a mess!

Why do you knock
if you barge in anyway?

We're going downstairs.

Do you play golf?

- No.
- You see? Me neither!

...and the feet parallel - right.

Karsten! This is Andr�.

Hi, Andr�.

- Are you a golf instructor?
- No.

No? Oh, yeah, right.
You're my blind date.

Can we continue?

- His folks own the place.
- I know.

- Do you have to in public?
- Jealous?

No, but everybody knows me here, OK?

We're gay!

He isn't!

Just so nobody gets the wrong idea.

Oh, yeah, very funny.

How'd you like it if we had gay pride
in your parents' garden?

Where's the problem?
I'm open with my parents.

Yeah, right.

- What's his problem?
- What a backwater fag!

Best thing is, Andi thinks nobody knows.

Andi?

Guess what his chat ID is -
Easy_Going_Boy.

False labelling, I'd say.

Brigitta's Guesthouse.

Great! Want to come in?

I have to unpack anyway.

But let's meet tomorrow.
I can pick you up.

Sure. 27 Kastanienweg,
back there, around the corner.

Bye.

See you tomorrow.

You can do it.

- The basement is a mess.
- I'll clean up today.

- Did M�ller Tiles call?
- No.

They were supposed to be here at seven.

They got a big job in yesterday.

How long will that take?

I don't know. Three days, maybe.

You had an accident with Brigitta?

Oh, yeah. I can call later.

- Accident? Yes, why?
- Why?

You left the scene.

- Karsten was driving anyway.
- Oh, come on, Dad.

What's going on here?
We can't be honest any more?

Some problems...
can only be solved by lawyers.

"Scorpio: This week you will
pay for your misdeeds".

Attention all drivers on the A7...

- What time is it?
- Eleven.

Damn! I've got to be with
customers in half an hour!

- Why didn't you wake me up?
- I'm only the driver.

- Ms Seidel?
- My God, that looks great.

- This is the matching skirt.
- I'll take eight of them.

And this, Ms Seidel...

you must try this on.

I tell you, you'll look stunning.

But you look good in everything.

But this is a 38!

Just try it on!

It's a 38?

Hello, Mr Zenker!
We're almost done here.

I have a 200km sales radius
and 180 customers...

182 customers.

You can't just take my appointments
with my customers!

No?

- Why not?
- I can't believe it!

If you're not making sales...

Fits like a glove!

You know what? Keep it.

I have another sample.
How many would you like?

Ten. From 36 up, two each.

Yep! Wonderful!

- We're done!
- Ten? For a few compliments?

Ms Seidel...

False labelling? That won't work!

It's working great!

That's cheating!

Women want to be fooled.
You got a problem with that?

Watch your back.

What do you think will happen then?

Ms Seidel, how long
have we known each other?

- Maybe ten years.
- It's been 16 years.

- And?
- In 16 years, you've never been a 38.

- I'd rather say you'd gained weight.
- What?

Ms Seidel, there's no way it's a 38.
More like a 42.

My God, you're so naive.

Seidel won't be getting
any more Goldbergers from me.

- Where to?
- Next right onto the motorway.

That faggot is stealing my customers!

- The guy you were fighting with?
- Yes.

How do you know he's a... faggot?

I can tell.

But you can't say faggot now.
You have to say "gay".

You know what he did?

He called all my customers
just to spite me!

You know what? Turn right up there.

- Did he call you?
- Yes, he did.

Your colleague called yesterday

and asked if he could
come two hours earlier.

12:30, Goldberger Grazilla.
Mr Brookm�ller.

Is he a Goldberger rep now?

Don't worry about him.

Ms Rinne, your window dressing
is wonderful!

Another one of your own creations?

Yes - thank you!

What if I came by at 10:30 tomorrow
with the new Goldberger Classics?

Steven Brookm�ller's voicemail.
I can't answer right now, but...

Bye, Ms Rinne. See you tomorrow!

Fine, Mrs Hellberg.
Tomorrow at four?

Thank you.

Why didn't you just show
Rinne the stuff right now?

A good salesman doesn't do that.

You can't be so obvious.

And the football match is about to start.

Right, 1:30.
Thanks for your understanding.

Sorry to call so late. Yes.

Yes, you too!

That was the chance
to take the lead before halftime...

Go, man, go!
The left wing's wide open!

- Erika?
- Coming!

When's dinner?

Come on, slowcoach.

Klose is off form today.

Evening.

Don't you worry now.

The Russian Mafia doesn't know
about Brigitta's pump-action.

You can watch the game,
but stop your yakking!

- Can you turn that down?
- Can't you go to the basement?

Your basement stinks and it's still a mess!

- There's no TV down there.
- My heart bleeds for you.

By the way, Wolfgang,
thanks for your donation.

- Hmm?
- The 1200.

My pleasure.

Now let's see... Yekaterinburg...

WOLFGANG, ERIKA &
KARSTEN LIVE HERE

I'll get it.

- Is Karsten here?
- He's up in his room.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Steven.
- I am Karsten's mother.

Upstairs on the right.

I was thinking of you.

Where are you?

Um... the bathroom.

Oh! Yes... um... I...

I have to tell you something.

Go for it.

Should I come over to the guesthouse?

I thought we were meeting at your place.

Do you mind if I sit on your bed?

Or would this chair be better?

No, the bed would be good.

But if so, my next question
would be if I could kiss you.

If I don't hear anything
in the next 30 seconds

I'm coming over there.

Ten to go...

You can always say stop. Any time.

Five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

- Karsten?
- Not now, Dad!

Sorry. Tomorrow we have to
get to Rinne's at 10:30,

Lady-Chic at 1:30
and Hellberg around 4:00.

I rebooked all of them.

Tomorrow we'll fuck the phoney!

Karsten, thanks for doing
the driving. Good night.

Don't tell me
your father is Wolf Zenker.

- He is. I wanted to call you...
- And I'm a phoney?

- No.
- Oh, yes.

Sorry, but Mr Phoney
isn't interested in kindergarten!

Do you have to clean
in the middle of the night?

Stupid cow!

- Going running again today?
- No, not today.

Good morning, Ms Rinne.

Is it because of Spain?

What because of Spain?

Well, you were crying.

Mum, please.

No, that's all junk from North Korea!

- How was it with your friend?
- He's not my friend.

Oh, I just thought...

Understand? Yes, I'm on my way!

We've got to go! An emergency!

What?

Drive. We're wasting our time here.

What's the problem?
I only want to skip one season.

Drive!

Is the thing broken or what?

No, it's the card.

Harald, you can't block my card!

Hold on. What do we have here?

Two mortgage payments
two months in arrears, 2,900 euros,

donation to "Help Russia", 1,200,

tax instalment, 4,570,

and a transfer from Erika to Brigitta
labelled "car accident".

- No!
- Sure. 1700.

- You're back over your limit.
- I'll call you right back, yeah?

- Where were you?
- Toilet.

The card reader is broken.
You'll get it back.

How about asking?

How can I ask you when you disappear?

Sun, sea, sand -
without you so bland. Your Chicas.

Dad, I'm rebooking my flight today.

Hello? Lady-Chic.
Your colleague was here.

What? I don't need to come?

I see. Grazilla, yes.

- I just wanted to tell you. Bye!
- Bye.

See you at Hellberg's? Steven.

You fucking... boutiquecunts!

Fine, then. Let's go to Hellberg's.

U- turn. Lady-Chic just cancelled.

- Here's the stupid cow.
- Mum, it's me.

Karsten? Where is your father?

- What's up?
- Your father's an arsehole!

- Mum!
- Where is he?

- With a customer.
- Go get him.

- We have them in black too.
- OK.

Ms Hellberg, take a look.

- Should I take this?
- It's very pretty.

I'll be right with you.

- Mum.
- What is it?

I don't know.

We owe back taxes.

It must have been transferred!

- I sent the payment two days ago.
- You know who's here?

Hey, that's private!

- Is everything all right?
- All right? Nothing's all right!

- You've lied to me!
- No!

They're impounding Mum's clock!

You know what? I've had enough!

- Are we bankrupt?
- Rubbish!

Is that why you took my money?

Where... Where is he?

- I'll wear it. Can I pay with plastic?
- Of course.

- She can't go out like that!
- Why not?

She's walked around happy for years
like Miss Piggy.

She's happy. I won't stop her.

It's wrong! Do something.

She's not happy, the town neither -
and your clothes...

- My clothes aren't "happy"?
- Ms Hellberg.

Have you got this in a bigger size?
No. Why not?

Because this shirt was cut for thin people!

- She wants to buy it!
- But the next ten won't

when a giant pink elephant
goes around town promoting it!

My God! Why doesn't
anybody listen to me?

May I? It's for your own good!

Your father's chasing my customer!

Dad! Stop that!

You're a shit, you know that?

You don't give a shit about anybody!

Mum, me, your customers, all the same!

Main thing is, you're always right!

- Everything all right?
- You're disgusting.

What happened?

You shafted my dad,
that's what happened.

Wait a minute!

If I'd known who your father was,
I'd never have come.

You used me, cold as ice, man.

I'll cancel my appointments
and we'll go out to eat.

- What do you want from me?
- Come with me!

Why? You don't fancy kindergarten!

- Right.
- Yes.

But I fancy you.

IMPOUNDED:
DISTRICT COURT

I'VE LEFT. E.

I've always wanted a pond.

And we dumped the earth over there.

And make the terrace
up there a bit bigger.

Oh, sweetheart...

after our Russian Campaign
you'll see things differently.

Don't worry. These divorces are quick.

If it's Wolfgang,
don't tell him I'm here.

Brigitta's Guesthouse.

- Brigitta, is Erika there?
- Yes, she's here with me.

- And I'll make sure she stays.
- Erika!

The ball's in our court!

Pasta would be great. Or Thai.

I'll freshen up.

Room 10 with bath and balcony.
My nicest room.

- I forgot my sponge bag.
- You need a toothbrush?

I'll give you one.

If you want an espresso,
I'll take one too.

Get away!

There's somebody there.

Brigitta's on the balcony.

Hold on, then. I'll take care of it.

Problem recognised...

problem solved.

Yes... your espresso machine exploded.

Having hot flushes again?

- Drinking alcohol makes it worse!
- True!

Nice wallpaper. New?

Yes. In my bedroom,
I have the same in apricot.

You must have a look.

There it is again. Hear it?

What tart has he got in there? Hold on...

Leave them alone!
I'm going to the toilet.

Anybody there?

I've come about the sponge bag.

Now you're gonna get it, my friend.

What's going on?

Yes! Brigitta's Guesthouse! Now!

Piss off!

Want a taste of this?

I'll run you down.

You sick arsehole! That's theft!

Theft?

Stealing my customers is theft!
Selling cheap shit with dirty tricks!

That's it with Grazilla!

This won't be cheap... for any of you!

What's going on?
You almost killed him!

Karsten, can you tell me
what's going on here?

- Dad's lost it. You know that.
- And what about you?

Oh, go screw yourselves.

I had a row with Dad today.

About that guy?

He's Dad's competitor at Goldberger.

Is that all?

Come here.

I know.

Is that why Dad lost it?

I have to tell him.

I'm going, OK?

I'll put it this way.

You know that oil
gets into the ground water?

Yeah, who cares, eh?

I brought some bread.

Let me put it this way.
I don't give a damn if you sleep in,

but long breakfasts are out.

Dad, get up - time to go to work.

Breakfast is downstairs.

- The other bakery is cheaper.
- I know. I didn't go that way.

Oh, Dad, come on!

- What's he doing here?
- Giving us his car.

- What?
- I won't ride in his car.

I'm not giving him my car.

- Why should I?
- Because his is in the pond.

I've fallen in love...

I think.

With your colleague.

Is Knitter's Paradise to the right?

I plundered your college savings.

We're broke.

Left.

Erika? Are you asleep?

I whipped us up some brunch.

My goodness!

Good that at least you
kept your cool last night.

A miracle that arse survived.
But he's got his uses.

Who'd have paid the damages?

Trespassing, vandalism, theft...

bodily harm, attempted murder,
coercion.

If he doesn't pay,
at least he'll do time.

- Your eggs are getting cold.
- I'm not hungry.

I'd like to be alone a moment.

No problem.

I'm already gone.

No.

I don't want to.

So, we have three more colours -
light grey, mint green and beige.

Mint green is nice.
When can you deliver?

In any case, it's 98 per cent cotton
and two per cent Spandex.

Mr Zenker, won't you help your son?

Just write this down, Dad -
article 22-514, colour 111,

mint green. Would you like five
or are three enough?

Three are enough. And five in light grey.
One each from 38.

Got that?

- Give me the cardigan.
- Which one?

The chequered one.

Mr Zenker, put these with the light grey.

One each.

Mrs Eggers, how long
have we known each other?

At least 15 years.

- And have I ever let you down?
- No.

You see? Today will have to be
the first time. Karsten?

- We drive straight home.
- Are you crazy?

Mrs Eggers, we're very sorry,
but it's an emergency.

Let's go.

What is it? Need a toothbrush?

You wanted to show me
your bedroom wallpaper.

It's much nicer now. Nice and bright.

I agree.

- Oh. It was outside my door.
- Why didn't you give it to me?

I forgot.

Oldest trick in a man's book.
Pacify you, then business as usual.

Don't look at me like that.

I'll look how I want.

Last one.

So, listen...

- is it a done deal?
- What?

Well, that you mainly prefer
fooling around with men.

Yes, that's a done deal.

Can't do anything about it?

Nope, can't do anything.

Since when?

Since always.

How can you be so sure?

You always knew you preferred
fooling around with women.

How was your day?
Yes, it went well with Eggers.

Yes, OK. See you shortly.

- Number?
- On the ticket.

- Horst, what are you doing here?
- Mum is sick.

Those aren't mine.

Yes.

- Did you boil them?
- Nope.

- No?
- Nope.

- What "nope"?
- Yes. Nope.

30 degrees? Delicates?

Yep.

Sell them as children's sizes.

Yep!

Nope.

I'll have the labels changed.

They'll sell just as well
as hand wash only. Simple.

What do the stars say for next week?

- Geminis are in trouble.
- Great!

- And Cancers are in the clear?
- No.

Only Scorpios are doing well.

Will we see each other again?

If I don't have to marry you.

"I have no problem".

"I have a friend".

"I have a friend in Sevilla".

I have the master plan.

You forget about Russia
and fix up Brigitta's garden.

- What?
- You forget about Spain

and drive me as long as I say.

Horst wallpapers our bedroom
and I get a new S-Class.

We'll see about that, pal.