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LOLA ON THE PEA

Sure, all the kids think I'm weird.

It's mostly because of this mark on my neck.

But...

Well, it's kind of sacred to me.

Because...

Actually, it's a secret.

- You can't do that. - What?

- You can't fish here. - Who says? Is it your river?

You need a fishing permit.

Why?

It's like a driver's license. You have to take a test to get it.

- Did you fail the test, then? - That's none of your beeswax.

And it's none of yours if I fish here!

- Throw it back! - Why?

- It's too small. - Oh yeah?

Bet you never caught one this big.

Throw it back or I'll report you.

Go on, do it!

Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing. He probably thinks I'm a bit...

Yeah, I mean...

fishing with the line out of the water is pretty dumb.

But I can fish. I've done it loads of times.

I used to go with my dad. But he's been gone a really long time.

That long.

My hair used to be red, and this short.

I'm not getting a haircut until he comes back.

And I'm not changing these sneakers.

Lola? Are you coming?

Yeah.

F

Yes?

Do you have a moment?

You do realize what you're asking?

- He needs to go to school. - It's my neck on the line.

There'll be a disciplinary hearing.

They'll probably go as far as to suspend me.

Then I can kiss my pension goodbye.

- But he went to school before. - True.

But not in this state.

They allow it there, but we can't do it here.

All right.

But not a word.

To anyone.

Ms. Lachmann? Hello?

- Ms. Lachmann? - Yes, what is it?

- I'm reporting you to the police! - Excuse me?

- You shower up on deck. - Yes. So what?

Naked!

Think of the children. Poor Kevin had to see everything.

- What did he have to see? - No idea.

You are deliberately arousing public outrage, Ms. Lachmann!

Arousing?

Outrage! I am going to report you.

And you can stop staring like a dirty little...

This will cost you, Ms. Lachmann.

It'll cost you a lot, believe me.

Cheers, Mr. Barkelt.

What's his problem?

Who knows. We'll go on and do it again tomorrow.

But I need a school bag.

What if we have to write something down?

- Are you soft in the head or something? - Tayyip.

You take a piece of paper and a pen, then you write.

- Tayyip, come on. - No, I won't come on.

He can't even catch a fish!

- No fish, no school bag. - Tayyip.

It's true.

Tell your boss that you need the money now.

We'll get a bag tomorrow when Bavo gets paid.

I don't want you talking to anyone at school, okay?

- Even the teacher? - Of course you speak to her!

But only if she asks you something.

And move home right after school.

It's "come" home.

"Move" home.

"Come" home.

You have to move to get here, don't you?

So you move home.

- Come home. - You little know-it-all!

- It's move home, you hear? Move home! - Come home!

- Move home! - Come home!

- Move home! - Come home!

- Come home! - Okay, champ.

If you don't want to move home, you can come home.

Good morning.

Good morning,

Ms. Cowbeard.

We have a new classmate joining us. Rebin Kizilhan.

Where is there a spare seat?

There, next to Lola. Off you go.

Quiet!

I'll have to repaint the prow. God knows what that'll cost.

- Yes, but reporting her to the police? - It was all her fault.

But you didn't have to... look at her.

Just out of interest...

what's the deal around here with sewage regulations?

What?

People live over on that pisspot, right?

- Yes... Loretta. - And Lola.

And they have... How shall I put it?

- Well, they have needs. - Oh, Ms. Lachmann is one of the most...

And those "needs" have to go somewhere, don't they?

I don't want that in my nice water. They have no toilet.

Come on.

Right, yes. Well, I wouldn't know about that.

- But you go there a lot for massages. - Me? No!

- Anyway, I don't use the toilet there. - And there's no shower.

What about the regulations? For hygiene and stuff?

Yes, hard to say off the top of my head.

- But you're a police officer. - Sergeant!

That's what I'm saying. Look here.

I want this to be a proper yacht harbor.

Where you can swim and go waterskiing.

I won't have people pitching up to poop in my water!

Yes, of course. We can't have that.

Exactly.

Hey, Ali, my man. Everything cool?

Fine, Mr. Barmaid.

- You stocked up the drinks? - Sure did, Mr. Barmaid.

Okay, then. Have a good day.

- Mr. Barmaid! - What is it?

It's around my money.

"About" your money. And my name's Barkelt.

- Right. - Well, what is it?

Today's Monday. Monday is the day you pay me.

Is it Monday again already? Time really does fly, doesn't it?

Looks like I forgot. I'll fix you up tomorrow.

But Mr. Barmaid...

Mr. Barmaid!

I need the money today!

- I said tomorrow, okay? - No, I need it today, Mr. Barmaid!

Ali, are you deaf? You'll get paid tomorrow!

Mr. Barmaid!

Mr. Barmaid! Mr. Barmaid!

It's for my son, Rebin. He needs a school bag.

A school bag, you say? That can definitely wait till tomorrow.

No, it can't wait, Mr. Barmaid.

For the last time, it's Barkelt! Get that through your thick head, Ali!

My name's Tayyip.

Okay.

- Good night, honey. Sweet dreams. - Night-night.

Now it's time for sleep

Your left leg never makes a peep

Your right leg grumbles

As your round belly rumbles

And if your belly isn't round

It matters not Because tomorrow we'll have breakfast

I know bacon and eggs

Will make your flat belly round

You spend too much time sitting down. Don't you have to fight crime?

Well, yes. But not much crime happens around here.

You're very tense for someone who doesn't fight much crime.

I'm not quite finished, Lola.

- Hi there. Does that hurt? - No, not at all.

- Will you be much longer? - Nope.

- When can we go to town? - Right now.

I've got a surprise for you.

Really?

Really.

Done!

Other girls would be happy to get new shoes.

- They weren't cheap either. - Yeah, but I've already got a pair.

Oh, Lola.

- Do you know that boy? - Yeah...

Hello, Mr. Solmsen.

Can I give you the money for Lola's lunches?

Sure!

- You'll make her something good? - You bet.

- New shoes, eh? - Sandals.

You should have gotten rubber boots.

- It's summer. The sandals are great! - A storm's coming tomorrow.

Worse than the one off Cape Horn.

We had sunshine and blue skies for seven weeks.

Then, suddenly, as if from nowhere,

a storm rolled in and tore our sails to shreds.

- Killer storm. - A storm straight from hell!

- We have to get going, Mr. Solmsen. - Call me Capt'n.

- You should take your washing in. - You're exaggerating.

Have I ever exaggerated, Lola? Be honest.

- I don't know. - There, you see?

- We really have to go. - But...

- I haven't told the end of the story! - What story?

I had 430 lawn mowers on board.

Have a lovely evening, Capt'n.

- We were out there with no sails! - See you tomorrow.

- Bye! - But I managed to save us all!

With a lawn mower.

Do you think Mr. Solmsen was really at Cape Horn?

No idea.

Thorsten says he's crazy.

And that he's not a captain.

He says that Solmsen was just a lawn mower mechanic

and that he's never seen the sea.

- He's got a boat, hasn't he? - Yeah, but it doesn't work anymore.

Hey...

- What are you doing with your sandals? - They're Dad's laces. I need them.

Why? You've got sandals now.

It's so I don't forget.

- This is the bright day... - Yeah, yeah.

"After every dark day comes a bright day."

It's "gloomy."

"After every gloomy day comes a bright day."

- That's what Dad always said. - Yes, he did.

Okay, so our boat, our houseboat is called The Pea.

Once, when I was really little, I cried the whole night

because I couldn't sleep.

But no one knew why.

The next morning

my dad found a crumb hiding under my mattress.

Like in the story The Princess and the Pea.

And...

He read it to me once.

He used to read me a bedtime story every night.

And he'd always sing a lullaby, too.

He wrote it himself.

He's a musician.

A gloomy one.

And a bright one.

Okay?

Now it's time for sleep...

What's wrong?

Forgot the words.

What did you forget?

Don't know.

How about we go to the zoo after school today?

What do you say?

- Solmsen said a storm's coming. - Don't listen to him.

We could mark the occasion by washing your neck.

No, Mom.

- You can't go around like that forever. - Why not?

It's not the only way you can keep a kiss.

How else can I keep it then?

In your heart.

Oh yeah? How's that supposed to work?

See? It's impossible.

You know they just poop in the water off their houseboat?

Gross!

It's true. My Dad said. He's president of the water sports club.

Yeah, he is.

How come you don't have a toilet aboard that dumb tub?

Too expensive, right?

There's not even a proper shower. They have to shower outside!

It's true! I saw them myself.

Even your Mom's tits.

- Move, jerk. - Jerk?

You heard me. Now move!

- After her, go on! - What?

Run after her. Get moving!

KEEP OUT!

Get out of here, you darn kids!

Don't cut through here!

- Rebin? - It's my dad. Hide under there.

I'm in here.

What?

- Did you take out the trash? - Yup.

Good.

Come on.

- Are you getting paid today? - Yeah, sure.

So I can get my bag?

Yes. Now get out of here. Go! Go!

What language was your dad speaking?

- Kurdish. - Really?

What are you doing this afternoon?

- Hi, Mr. Strube. - Hi, Lola.

- Why do you have to clean that bar? - Do you ever stop asking questions?

It's just to help out my dad.

There you are! What took you so long?

- I had some stuff to do. - Oh, right.

Well, Kurt's picking us up in a sec.

Kurt?

Yes, Kurt.

He's a great guy. A veterinarian.

He's got loads of dogs and cats. Even chickens!

I don't know any Kurt.

That's him.

Are you coming, Lola? Come on!

We're going to the zoo! It'll be great, I promise.

The sun's out and Kurt can tell you all about the animals.

There he is.

- Hey, you. - Hi.

Mind your head.

So...

- Lola, this is Kurt. Kurt, Lola. - Hi.

- Right, I'll just finish getting ready. - Okay.

So, are you ready to go tickle some gorillas?

Yeah, so I'm... Kurt.

I know.

Delighted to meet you.

Ready.

Where's Lola?

I don't know.

Are we going, or what?

- Why are you wearing a raincoat? - A storm's coming, remember?

- Nonsense. - A storm straight from hell.

I'll get the car started, shall I?

- What was that? - Like I want to tickle gorillas!

And you overdid the perfume.

I didn't.

Look, a peacock! Isn't it beautiful?

- Have you ever seen one? - Nope.

Just wait here, I'll be back in a sec.

It's for you!

For Princess Lola of the Pea.

Thanks.

See? It's not all that bad here.

Quick, quick!

- My car! - Oh, no!

So?

What do you think of him?

He's fun to be around, don't you think?

But what about Dad?

What about him?

Dad was more fun to be around.

- But he's not here anymore. - But what happens when he comes back?

Night-night.

Hey, there? Night-night.

Hey, what's up?

Where are you going?

Are you coming back? When are you coming back?

- What am I supposed to do? - You worked, so you're owed money.

But if Barmaid says tomorrow, what can I do about it?

- It doesn't matter. - Yes, it does matter.

- It's shit. - Tayyip.

You get the money tomorrow, or I'll go and get it myself.

I'll have the money tomorrow, then we'll buy your bag.

- I want one too! - But you don't even go to school yet.

No fair!

You're eating me out of house and hair!

Here, look. See?

You and your brother have eaten them all up.

Test time.

Kevin, you hand them out.

- You do it. I'm busy. - So am I.

- Hand it over. - It's totally my property.

And I'm totally confiscating it.

Give me the cell phone. Hand out the quiz.

Stop writing. Thorsten, collect the sheets.

- Thanks, by the way. For before. - You're really bad at math.

You could help me, you know. Like a tutor.

Can't. I have to work.

- Looks like someone's in a grump. - Yup.

Well, I've got just the thing.

There we go. Corpse pudding.

With toenail sprinkles.

- How is it? - Yeah, pretty good.

Have I told you that story?

- The one about the storm off Cape Horn? - Yeah.

I saved us all with a lawn mower!

Hi, Mr. Solmsen! What's on the menu today?

Corpse pudding.

I wish you'd stop with the gross food, Mr. Solmsen.

Just call me Capt'n, okay?

- So, is it good? - Uh-huh.

Capt'n Solmsen, I'd like to introduce you to Kurt.

- Great to meet you. - Ahoy!

Hey, Lola. This is for you.

- Are you coming with us? - Nope. I'm helping Solmsen with dishes.

Oh, you're going to do dishes?

Yeah.

Okay, then. See you later.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye.

- He seems like a nice guy. - He's a suck-up.

- But you like the peacock feather. - Who told you that?

I see everything, you know that.

I want people to be a bit jealous of you.

And I need short hair for that?

It won't really work while you've got this mop at the back.

I can't sleep.

It's late, and not up for discussion.

- Will you read me a story? - Tonight you read by yourself, okay?

You should shave off his dumb moustache. Then it'd be easier to kiss him.

What's this?

A ruler.

- Really? What's it for? - Give it here, will you?

- What's it for? - School.

- Give it here. - But what do you do with it?

- Measure things. - Measure?

Yeah, like how long something is.

- Why would you do that? - Here, I'll show you how it works.

Tayyip?

I just got dizzy all of a sudden.

Daye, can I go to school too?

Next year, my lamb.

Next year.

Sorry.

Is this what Kurt gave you? The shell, I mean. It's lovely.

You can give it back to him.

- Lola! What about breakfast? - I'm not hungry.

Lola, what's your problem?

Why should I tell you?

You wouldn't understand!

Hilde, Hilde, Hilde!

- Don't think this means anything. - Water rats don't count.

Anyone who lives on a dumb boat can swim.

- It'll probably sink soon. - So don't think you're good.

Water rats might be able to swim,

but, man, they're gross!

Want to eat lunch at my place?

Can't. I have to work.

- Hi, Mr. Strube. - Hello, Lola.

- How are you today? - Pretty good.

Tell that lovely mom of yours I said hi.

- Bye. - Bye.

- What was that all about? - Nothing. Why?

Aw, the love birds are holding hands!

Say cheese!

Cute couple of the month!

- I'm sending this to everyone. - But not to you.

- You losers don't have phones! - Give it here!

Hey, Lola! You're a real good swimmer, right?

I always get into trouble when I'm with you.

PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING

PRESIDENT OF THE WATER SPORTS CLUB

- Look, here she is. - There you are.

- Where were you? I was worried. - Around.

We're going out for pizza. My treat.

I don't feel like pizza.

So I'll head back to the Red Sea and try to find you a nicer one, okay?

I don't need any shell.

Who exactly do you think you are?

- I'm talking to you! - I don't want to.

What don't you want?

I don't want to talk!

Okay, fine then. We'll go for pizza without you.

Leftovers are in the fridge.

- She'll be fine. - You think?

She just needs time.

Look, it's Barkelt.

Hello there, Mr. Barkelt!

This is private property!

Rebin, honey.

How was school today?

Okay.

There's a hole in my pajama pants!

- Did something happen? - No, why?

There's a hole in my pajama pants.

Come here.

It's my school bag. I sort of lost it.

But it wasn't my fault. Kevin threw it in the river.

Why is Rebin sad? Does he have a hole in his pants, too?

I think it's best if we don't tell Bavo about this for now.

Okay.

Ali!

Give me the brush.

Let's hear it.

Right.

They have a camping toilet.

It uses these chemicals that dissolve everything.

We can't have them tipping chemicals into the harbor!

Don't worry. Nothing ends up in the river.

- Nothing? - Nope.

Well, now... that's a shame.

- Hi! - Other way!

Not through here, Ms. Lachmann!

And their moldy old tub is where our waterski ramp should be.

We have to think of something!

- What should we think of? - I don't know! Do your job, Sergeant!

- Do you have to go? - I think I should.

- Stay a bit longer. - I don't know...

- I'm not sure Lola would like it. - She has to get used to it eventually.

- I'll just go see where she is, okay? - Okay.

- Stay there. - Yup.

- Don't run off. - I won't.

- She's not in her room. - No?

Nope.

Lola?

Lola?

Lola?

Lola?

Lola? Where are you? Come on, this isn't funny.

Kurt?

Lola?

Kurt, what's going on?

Kurt!

Go get some help!

- Where's Lola? - I can't see her.

- Ms. Lachmann! - What?

You're trespassing!

And you! Get out of my private water, now!

That's private water. Get out!

Do something, Strube!

He's a good swimmer, isn't he?

- What's wrong with you? - This is still private property.

Mr. Strube.

- Mom? - Lola.

Have you gone completely crazy?

What were you thinking? Answer me!

I was scared to death.

Don't ever do that again, Lola.

Yeah, I know he was trying to save me.

I guess he's not really so bad.

But... it's not right.

He can't just...

He can't just replace my dad.

Did you have a fight?

No, we just...

We just talked.

About me?

I think it would be best if he stopped coming over.

Rebin! Can you just stop for a second?

Where did you find it?

Thanks.

- Lola? - Yeah?

We're friends, right?

So we can tell each other everything.

That mark on your neck?

- Why don't you ever wash it off? - My dad kissed me there.

Just before he disappeared into thin air.

Oh, right.

It still looks dumb, though.

My aunt's getting married on Saturday. You can come.

To a wedding?

Yes. Do you want to come?

What's this?

It's just because of school. The other kids are so annoying.

And I've been invited to a wedding.

- A wedding? - Yeah.

Who's getting married?

- A friend. You don't know him. - A friend?

- What'll I wear? - Your friend is getting married?

And I'll have to do something with my hair.

Okay, we're wrapping up earlier today. There's a wedding next door.

I'll say it again: practice.

Practice.

Practice.

Thorsten, you bring the music.

- What have you done? - Me? Nothing. Why do you ask?

Well, your hair and stuff.

- Just felt like it. Has it started? - Yeah, come on.

Well, well, if it isn't the pink rat.

She's not pink anymore.

Try that. It's really good.

And she's washed her neck.

- Who's that? - Lola. Now stop bugging us and scram.

My little sister. She's such a nag.

Why aren't you dancing?

Want me to teach you?

- What are we waiting for? - Our two favorite lovebirds.

Yeah, I know. But how come?

No idea. I've just got a feeling...

How much longer?

Dude, how am I supposed to know? Turkish weddings take ages.

Bavo!

What did I tell you? What did I say?

Don't talk to anyone!

And you go and bring a girl here!

- Do you want us to go to jail? - But she's okay!

- How do you know? - I saw it in her eyes.

We can trust her.

This is a wedding. A private party, understand?

- And you're not invited. - Yes, I am.

Rebin and I, we're friends.

- Friendship is good, but dangerous. - Why?

If we have to leave,

it'll be your fault.

Yours!

Why won't you tell me what's going on?

You said we were friends, so we can tell each other everything.

Can you keep a secret?

See, my parents are from Turkey.

But we're Kurds.

That meant my parents had to leave, and now no one knows we're here.

They also couldn't tell anyone that I'd been born.

So I've got no ID card, no health insurance, nothing.

- I don't actually exist. - I don't understand.

We're not allowed to be in Germany. We're illegal here.

- It's Mr. Illegal! - Yeah, and Miss Antisocial!

Come on!

- They heard everything. - Yeah, so what?

I always get into trouble when I'm with you.

I didn't understand what he meant by "illegal."

I never knew people had to live here in secret

because they can't stay in their country

or they get forced out. I don't know.

In Rebin's country, it's like this:

Imagine Germany was divided into three.

And suddenly each part belonged to a different country.

And no one wanted us to live there anymore.

That's pretty much it, I think.

- How do you spell "illegal"? - Doesn't matter. It'll recognize it.

"ILLEGLE" DID YOU MEAN "ILLEGAL"?

This search engine is a total smart-aleck.

"Illegal

aliens."

Aliens?

I think that means people who are staying where they're not from.

What about "illegal"?

No idea, man. But it sounds totally not allowed.

Are you waiting for a red carpet?

Ms. Cowbeard?

I need to ask you something. About Rebin.

What about Rebin?

He wasn't in school today and I thought you might know why.

Perhaps he's sick. I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow.

Well?

It's all right.

Cool.

Cool.

Hello?

- What do you want? - I'm looking for Rebin.

- Who's Rebin? - His dad's Mr. Kizilhan. He works here.

- No one works here. - Do you know where he lives?

- No, now leave. - But I've seen Mr. Kizilhan here.

I'd know if he worked here, wouldn't I?

So why was he here filling up your fridge?

Listen here, sweetie. You shouldn't be so curious.

You're beginning to annoy me.

If you were like this with your father,

it's no wonder he left!

Mr. Strube.

Andy.

Loretta.

- Perhaps... - I'll take that.

- I thought maybe we... - Go ahead and lie down.

Now that the vet's stopped visiting, we could...

What makes you think that?

It's a small town, village...

- Mom? - What?

Why did Dad decide to leave?

What?

- Did I annoy him with all my questions? - What gave you that idea?

- Barkelt said... - You know what?

I'll do the Sergeant's massage, then we'll talk, okay?

Lola, please.

Lola!

Lola, please!

It's got nothing to do with you that Dad left.

Your dad is...

He decided to...

- There was another woman. - That's not true.

What do you mean?

- You're lying! - I'm not!

- You're always lying! - It's the truth!

He fell in love with someone else and ran off with her.

I sometimes wonder if Dad...

just wanted to leave.

Like, it wasn't that he had to go.

There was this woman. She worked for Barkelt.

One time, Dad spent ages talking to her.

I wouldn't stop pestering him.

He got so angry. "Don't you ever shut up?" he said.

On the walk home

he didn't say a word.

He never spoke to me again after that.

The next morning, he'd gone.

And now...

Now Rebin's gone too.

Excuse me.

He's in Cuba.

It's an island that's really far away.

It's sunny every day there.

He...

He's got another daughter now.

She's six months old.

Your half-sister.

So he has a new family now?

Yes.

Sometimes things change.

Life doesn't always stay the same.

Does that mean he's not coming back?

If I were a little bird

And had two wings of my own

I'd fly to where you are

But because that cannot be

But because that cannot be

I will remain here

Everyone.

If I were a little bird

And had two wings of my own

Lola?

This includes you.

- Miss Antisocial, where's Mr. Illegal? - He's gone into hiding!

- He's a total criminal. - How come?

- Didn't you hear? He's illegal. - Illegal?

When you're not allowed to be here in Germany.

My dad says it's true.

He's a police sergeant. Plus, it's on the Internet.

- If Old Cowbeard knew, he'd go to jail. - That Illegal wiener.

I don't think Old Cowbeard understands.

Can you explain it to her again?

I understand what a wiener is,

but just remind me what "illegal" means?

- Forbidden? - Well done, Mr. Barkelt.

A correct answer for once. Just one more thing.

I'm the boss here, right?

So if Rebin comes to this school, it's because I've said he can.

How can he be illegal if he has my authorization to come here?

Understood?

- Hi, Mr. Solmsen. - Hello there!

So, have you fixed her?

Not a peep in 17 years.

Don't know what's up with her.

- Hey? - What?

Who was that man?

Who, Tayyip? I thought you knew him.

He's Rebin's dad. He runs errands for me sometimes.

- You know Rebin? - Sure I do. He's a good kid.

He hasn't been in school for two days.

I know.

How? Is he sick?

Go to school and ask him yourself.

- School finished ages ago. - I know.

I know everything.

Now run on over there. Go on.

Rebin?

- What are you doing? - Me?

Nothing.

- Nothing? - My mom's sick.

I have to fill in for her, otherwise she'll lose her job.

- What's wrong with her? - No idea.

She gets really dizzy and has a high temperature.

Hasn't she been to the doctor?

Don't you remember? We can't just go to the doctor.

Why not?

Because any doctor would have to report us to the police.

Mom?

What is it?

- It's my birthday on Saturday, right? - Yes.

Maybe I could...

What's Kurt up to?

What?

Kurt. You know.

- You don't need to tell me who Kurt is. - We could throw a party.

- You never want parties without Dad. - Well, I've changed my mind.

- Lola, what is this about? - I told you. Kurt.

- I thought you were happy he'd gone. - I am.

Actually, I'm not.

- You don't have to invite him for me. - Could you call him?

Oh, I think you can do that. His card's on the kitchen shelf.

Lola.

This is a surprise.

- Is he sick? - No, just a vaccination.

You can pet him if you like.

So, what can I do for you?

Well... it's kind of complicated.

It's a secret.

I see.

See, it's about a friend of mine...

His mom.

If it works out, you can come to my birthday party.

- When is it? - On Saturday, at four.

But you have to swear...

You have to swear not to tell anyone.

- Okay. I swear. - Do it properly.

- I hereby swear I won't tell anyone. - Good.

- Lola? - Yeah?

What about the secret?

- It's three fifteen. - He'll be here soon.

Okay.

Rebin! What took you so long?

This is Kurt. He's a doctor. A vet, actually.

A vet? Are you crazy?

So you're the mysterious friend?

A vet? Seriously?

Is this some kind of test?

- He seems okay to me. - Thanks.

Cool car. Are we taking it?

What are you doing?

If it isn't little Lachmann.

And the vet.

This is a low-speed zone.

I know, Officer.

But you still need to look out for traffic.

I'm a sergeant.

And in future, let's make sure that we look left, then right...

And all the rest.

I'll get him. And I'll get you next time.

Rebin? Who's that with you?

Have you been practicing? Can you do the dance?

I've been too busy.

This is Kurt. He's a doctor.

- He's here to help. - Dr. Steglitz.

- Nice to meet you. - Will you make Mom better?

I'll do my best.

Does Bavo know?

Don't worry. We'll get this sorted out.

May I?

Is it bad?

A bacterial superinfection.

It sounds very serious, but it's not.

You got sick but just kept working as if you were fine, right?

You mustn't do that. It's a recipe for disaster.

I'll put you on antibiotics and you'll be fine in a couple of days.

But make sure you take it easy at work, okay?

Take half a tablet, three times a day.

- Hello, I'm... - Who is this?

- This is Kurt. He's a doctor. - You again!

Out!

- Tayyip! - Out!

- I can explain. - Explain what? Out!

- We were just... - Your wife needs help.

I said get out!

Half a tablet, three times a day.

If you have any questions, you can give me a call.

- See you. - I won't be seeing you!

Now can you tell me what that was all about?

Do you always have to play that stupid song?

Lots of gloomy days for you lately?

I got it all wrong. With Rebin, I mean.

Then I went and asked Kurt for help. That was the stupidest thing ever.

- Why do you think that? Didn't he help? - No, he did.

But it didn't do any good.

And now Rebin's really gone.

No one's ever at his place.

Don't worry so much.

- Everything will be fine. - Adults always say that.

But then things just get worse.

- What do you want? - How's your wife doing?

Better.

Tayyip, you have to send Rebin back to school.

He has to help out at home. That's what families do.

I know, but we can't have kids cleaning their own school.

It's not right.

- My wife will be better tomorrow. - That's good.

I also wanted to invite you to Lola's birthday.

No, no, we can't do that.

Why?

We're all your friends.

Anyway, you should thank Lola.

Today's your very special day

One, two, three, it's time to play

Good morning, birthday girl.

Hey, Lola, it's your birthday!

- I don't care. - But I do.

Happy birthday.

Look what came. It's from your dad.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I don't think I want a party after all.

But we've prepared everything.

- The cake's almost done. - I just don't feel like it.

But you insisted on having a birthday party.

But only if everything worked out. And nothing did.

What didn't work out?

Couldn't we just tell everyone I'm sick?

Don't be silly.

Rebin!

- Who are they? Did you invite them? - That's Rebin and his family.

His mom must be better.

Are you Daye?

- No... - It's Kurdish for "mother."

Oh, right. Yes, I'm Daye, her mom.

I want to wish congratulations to her clever Lola.

"Your" Lola.

Why "your"?

- "Your" clever Lola. - "Her "clever Lola.

She's Lola's mom, so the possessive pronoun is "her."

"Her" clever Lola.

He's such a know-it-all.

We wanted to thank Lola

for being so smart and brave

and bringing that nice doctor to us.

Vet.

Perhaps my son thinks that his mother is a cow.

Why don't you all come aboard?

- All of us? - Yes, all of you.

Murat!

Hello.

- Howdy. - Hi, Mr. Solmsen.

- Hello. - Hello.

You will tell me what's going on, won't you?

Sure.

Later.

Ms. Lachmann!

Ms. Lachmann!

Hello, Mr. Barkelt. Just stay there, all right?

- What is it? - Looks like a kid's party.

Yes. It's Lola's birthday.

- What a shame, poor thing. - Pardon?

Parties are prohibited under harbor regulations.

- You should read them. - I have.

There are no rules about kids' parties.

- There is now. - I see. Since when?

Since yesterday.

It clearly states that a written application

must be submitted at least 15 days in advance of the party

and approved by the harbormaster.

- And who might that be? - Me.

- Of course. - You all have a good day, now.

And wish Lola a happy birthday from me.

What now?

Now we have the party. Let him call the cops if he wants.

Okay. Bad idea.

This just won't do. I won't have it!

Everyone's leaving.

I've just got one thing to say: Cape Horn.

My dear...

My dear water sports fans,

this is a great honor for me, your president.

- I'm pleased to welcome you... - No!

- To our... - Barkelt!

To welcome you to our tenth anniversary.

- I am a man of few words. - What the hell are you doing?

What I'm trying to say is:

the BBQ is cold, the beer's hot.

What do you think you're doing?

- Ruining a girl's birthday? - Wasn't me.

Get over here.

The buffet is open.

- Still the same old tattletale, I see. - Ms. Cowbeard, let's not...

And you're still bullying little girls.

- The harbor regulations prohibit it. - Oh, stop with your regulations!

It's the same as the school regulations.

You have to comply with them.

Like you're not allowed to let an illegal kid attend school

without telling the police.

- "Illegal kid"? - Now Barkelt's getting cheeky.

Lucky I never sent you to a special-ed school.

You wouldn't be able to employ illegal workers now.

- Like Mr. Kizilhan, for instance. - "Illegal workers"?

If you want to avoid any trouble, I suggest you mind your own business.

Is that clear?

Now sit.

F.

The same goes for you!

What did she mean by "illegal workers"?

All aboard! We'll have the party out on the river.

What are you doing, Solmsen?

What does it look like, dearie? Get on.

No one wanted to hear my story about the storm and the torn sails.

No wind for weeks, and we were carrying lawn mowers!

I'm no lawn mower mechanic.

I'm a captain. With a degree. That makes me a qualified captain!

- Cast off! - Aye, aye, Captain!

My dad wrote me a letter.

From Cuba.

He has a new wife.

They've had a baby together. A daughter.

- So you've got a little sister. - A half-sister.

- Maybe there'll be three of you soon. - How come?

Well, he seems pretty nice. The vet, I mean.

Oh, here, this is for you. For your birthday.

It's from my parents' home country. So my home country too, I guess.

- What's wrong? Don't you like it? - Yes I do.

It's beautiful.

They can't be serious.

Come on! Ladies' choice!

- Okay! - Go!

Two, three, four, and...

Oh, come on!

So...

The letter.

He wrote that he was sorry.

Sorry for messing up the way he did.

For not being in touch for so long.

But he said I'd always...

I'd always be his Lola on the Pea.

He said that I could come visit him sometime.

And I will.

But first I need to make sure Rebin's okay.

Ms. Cowbeard will fix everything. Plus, he's got friends now.

You're missing the best part!

- Friends help each other out. - Yeah, yeah!

And friends tell each other everything! Come on!

That's what friends are for, after all.

Exactly!

Come on!

- I'm faster than you. - I don't think so.

Hey, wait up!