Original subtitles

(quiet slow music) (humming train)

(train humming)

(phone buzzes)

(walking footsteps)

- [Lars] Do you like my place?

- What do you want?

- I wanna fuck you.

- No.

- Why?

- Because I say so.

- (clears throat) So, you can tell yourself you're straight?

- Okay listen, here are the rules.

I fuck you as long as you can take it.

You come.

I get my money.

I leave.

- What if I don't give you the money?

Shouldn't you take that first?

- Man, don't try me.

(clamoring footsteps)

Fuck you!

No kissing!

Okay?

- Okay.

You fuck me.

- It's enough.

(distant humming traffic)

(quiet labored breathing)

- Your money's on the counter.

- You don't want to go next?

- Huh, that's all.

I don't care.

(door thumps shut)

(water trickling)

(pipes screech)

(thumps metal)

(water trickling)

(people chattering)

(baby crying) (people chattering)

(door thumps shut)

(people chattering) (baby crying)

(Waseem sighs)

(people chattering) (baby crying)

(door clicks open)

(door slams shut)

(people chattering) (baby crying)

Where are you from?

When did you come here?

How much do you make?

- [Waseem] Enough.

- Okay, let's play a game.

For each question you answer me, I pay you 10.

- 50.

- (laughs) 20.

Where are you from?

- You want to pay me 20 for this?

(paper crackles)

Fine.

Aleppo.

- When did you come here?

- One and a half years ago.

- Do you speak German?

- No.

- What did you do back home?

- Study.

- [Lars] What?

- Well that's another question.

(paper crackles)

Music.

- Did you first have sex with a woman or a man?

- Woman.

- [Lars] And when was the first time you had sex with a man?

(paper crackles)

(distant traffic humming)

- When was the first time you had sex with a man?

- When I was 15.

It was a boy from my class.

We used to hang out after school.

My parents were never home until 6:00 p.m.

so we always went to my place,

listened to music, watched TV.

Started with just us touching, not more.

(laughs)

At first I thought it was a one-time thing.

Then we kissed,

rubbed our dicks.

He gave me a blow job.

Then one afternoon, I took out lube

that I stole from my older brother and he fucked me.

It hurt.

At the same time, I never felt so good.

And after that, he never came over again.

(people chattering)

(slapping face) (speaking a foreign language)

(labored breathing)

(speaking a foreign language)

(engine humming)

(phone buzzes)

(intercom sounding in a foreign language)

(phone buzzes)

(labored breathing)

(phone buzzing)

Keep going.

Fuck.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. (phone buzzing)

I've got to go.

- [Waseem] Hey.

- What?

Uh, it's the blue one, right?

- Man, I don't care.

Give me my money and I'm gone.

- How about you wait until I come back and then you earn it?

- Deal.

- Deal.

(hangers clicking)

See you. (distant siren wailing)

(door clicks shut)

(distant traffic humming)

(hangers clicking) (upbeat music)

(bag rustling)

(upbeat music)

(games rattling)

(crackling paper)

(zipper buzzing)

(upbeat music)

(dildo thumps)

(Waseem sighs)

(distant humming traffic)

(plate clanks)

(paper rustling)

Sorry, it took longer.

(water hissing)

Uh huh.

I see you found my pizza?

Mm, boy.

(smacking lips)

What's this?

- Thought about stealing it.

- Ah.

Okay.

- But you're lucky.

It takes me more effort to sell it than fucking you.

(Lars laughs)

- Hm.

I can understand the MacBook and the headphones,

but my jock?

Okay.

(Lars laughs)

Anything else?

- Found this.

You looking for this one?

I like this.

Who is that guy?

(Waseem laughs)

- [Lars] Put it on.

- (laughs) What?

- [Lars] I said put it on.

- Are you serious?

Why should I do this?

- Because I pay you.

(clothes rustling)

- Are you happy now?

- Shirt.

Turn around.

Spread your legs.

Spread your cheeks a little bit.

- You won't fuck me.

- Then jerk me off.

(slow heavy breathing)

(moaning)

(water hissing)

- You owe me for tonight.

(Lars sighs)

You know what?

Fuck off.

I'll take it the next time.

(door clicks)

(Lars sighs quietly)

(slow walking footsteps)

(speaking a foreign language)

(distant traffic humming)

(echoing chatter) (quiet slow music)

(crackling paper)

(low deep humming)

(train humming)

(walking footsteps)

(Waseem sighs)

- For a straight guy, you hang out at a lot of gay places.

- They pay me.

- Mm, (speaks a foreign language)

Did you ever go inside?

- No.

- Do you want to?

- No.

- Would you do it if I pay you?

- I don't care where you want to get fucked.

(humming car)

- (sighs) Good.

(speaking a foreign language)

Come on, follow me.

(Waseem sighs deeply)

(energetic rhythmic music)

(deep slow music) (distant moaning)

(slapping) (moaning)

(shuffling footsteps)

(walking footsteps)

- That's not for me.

- Strange, but once you overcome that, it's fine.

- I don't need to go in there again.

(Lars sighs)

- What's your name?

- Do I get another 20 for this question?

(Lars laughs)

Waseem.

- Lars.

- [Waseem] Hi.

- Hey.

(Lars chuckles)

- What?

- Nothing, it's funny.

You would think someone who made it all the way here

should be able to make it through a gay sauna.

- You know what?

I wasn't even afraid when I got in the boat.

I mean there's nothing you can do about it anyways.

If you sink, you sink.

- So what are you afraid of?

Sometimes I'm afraid of being alone.

Thoughts can be pretty loud if you're all by yourself.

- Everything.

Yeah, everything is scary.

- Mm.

(sighs) If you sink, you sink.

Come on, let's go.

I'll drive you home.

- No thank you, it's fine.

I'll take the train.

- [Lars] Train?

You want to wait three hours?

Come on, let's go, I'll drive you home.

Come on.

(humming engine)

- (chuckles) Why do clocks look like this

when everything is digital?

- You see the clock?

It's quarter to 10:00.

That's not the right time.

It's also broken.

That's what I mean.

It's digital, everything is digital, but nothing works.

I don't know how to do it.

Maybe you know how to do this?

Do you have this in your car in Syria?

- You don't want to drive a Syrian car.

- [Lars] A what?

What kind of car?

- A car from Syria.

- [Lars] Do you have cars in Syria?

- (laughs) No, we still ride with fucking donkeys.

(Lars laughs)

- [Lars] Yeah, I thought so.

- [Waseem] Or with the flying carpets.

- Ah, okay, nice, magic stuff.

You have a license?

- Kind of.

- [Lars] What does that mean, kind of?

Do you have a license or not? - Yes.

I gave myself a license.

- [Lars] (laughs) You gave yourself a license?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- [Waseem] It's here.

(belt rattles)

(door clicks)

- See you tomorrow.

(door thumps)

(engine hums)

(walking footsteps) (distant humming traffic)

(man speaks a foreign language)

(pipes screech)

(thumping metal) (water trickling)

(distant humming traffic)

(animated chattering)

(phone buzzes)

(speaking a foreign language)

(fist thumps)

(body thumps loudly)

(labored breathing)

(man grunts) (body clatters)

(men grunting)

(speaking a foreign language)

(Waseem yelling painfully)

(phone rattles)

- Are you okay?

- Yep.

- Are you sleeping?

- (laughs) No.

- Hang on, I got something for you.

(thumping footsteps)

Take a look at this one.

- Is this shit on his head?

- Yeah, he's a shit head.

It's called (speaking a foreign language)

The little mole who wanted to know who shit on his head.

- Why would I like a book about shit?

- [Lars] Because it's funny.

- But it's about shit. - Yeah, yeah,

technically, yes.

Go for it, it will cheer you up.

(Waseem laughing)

- What's wrong with you people?

I don't get it.

- That's very mean.

Who shit on my head?

But he, you know, the mole, he's nearly blind, so.

(speaking a foreign language)

(blows raspberry) (whistles)

(speaking a foreign language)

(Lars laughs)

"Did you shit on my head," he asked the pigeon.

"Me, no, why?

"I, I do it that way."

(blows raspberry) (whistles)

She answers. (laughs)

(men laughing)

It's my favorite book from childhood.

- Yeah, nice childhood. (laughing)

- Yeah, absolutely.

- What else did you read about?

Pissing donkeys? (laughing)

- Come on, pissing donkeys,

I'm sure your childhood was full of those.

- All right, you are fuckin' racist.

- [Lars] (laughs) Come on, racist?

- Yes, you are.

- [Lars] No I'm not, I'm not a racist.

- You just look like a racist. (laughs)

- [Lars] Ah, that's a cliche,

because I'm blond and I have blue eyes?

Come on.

- Thank you.

- For what?

- I know what you're thinking.

- You do?

- [Waseem] No kissing.

- Mmhmm.

(Lars grunts)

What's wrong with you?

(Waseem mutters in a foreign language)

You faggot.

You're a faggot.

- [Lars] What?

(Waseem speaks in a foreign language)

- Dick sucking faggot.

You are a faggot.

I don't give a fuck about you, you know that?

- [Lars] Okay calm down.

- Oh fuck you, fuck you.

- Hey, calm down. - Fuck you, you faggot!

You're a fucking dick sucker.

You are a faggot ass.

- Hey.

(Waseem speaking a foreign language)

Calm down.

- You're a fucking gay dick sucker, you dick sucker!

I don't give a fuck about your fucking ass.

(quick walking footsteps)

(door thumps)

(soft slow music)

(phone buzzing) (intercom chattering)

(whistle blows)

(phone buzzing)

(train humming loudly)

(door thumps)

(paper crackles)

(zipper buzzes)

- Here, or?

- Yeah, yeah. (zipper buzzes)

- It's okay.

(phone buzzing)

Sorry.

(clothes thump)

(engine humming)

- Ah, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Is there a problem?

- Condoms.

- [Man] Of course.

(Lars sighs)

(restrained grunting)

(water trickling) (gentle slow music)

(door rattles)

(gentle slow music)

(Waseem sighs)

(gentle slow music)

(distant chattering)

(traffic humming)

- Waseem!

(door thumps)

Waseem!

Wait.

Waseem.

Can we talk?

Please?

(men talking in a foreign language)

(distant chattering)

Sorry.

(door clicks)

(doorbell rings)

(door clicks)

(fist thumps) (Lars grunts)

(slow walking footsteps)

(gentle slow piano music)

(gentle slow music)