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ABOUT TO TAKE AN EXAM. CAN'T PICK UP.

-I don't have time. -Wait, hold on!

I'm meeting my boss. Are you coming?

-Now? -Yes, where are you?

I can pick you up!

-Hatam, I don't have time! -Ras, you said you wanted to come.

Ms. Moussa, please.

-Ras? -Ms. Rasaq Moussa?

What? Do you want to come or not? I need to know now!

This way.

-Bitch, we got to talk. -About what?

I'm trying not take it personally,

but why the fuck didn't you invite me to your party last night?

Is it because I call you bitch all the time?

-Suck my dick. -I might well.

No, seriously, you're missing out. I'm a loose goose. I'm a crazy-brazy.

-I'm a fucking party tiger. -What are you talking about?

What am I talking about? That party of yours.

Where did you get this?

It's online. It's Nina's fancy schmanzy blog.

So you would invite her and not me?

I expect an apology.

Zadie, it's me. We need to talk, but not on the phone. Where are you?

We just pretended these were our own thoughts...

-Why are you sending her my picture? -What?

-From the party? -Yes, I sent it to you in confidence.

I see it on the internet and she posts about it!

-I wanted to promote it. -We don't need publicity!

It was a secret party. It was supposed to be secret.

Sorry, I didn't know it was secret. You didn't tell me.

-Why don't you ask me? -Hey!

I'm so sorry. I'll remove it right away.

It's too late!

I don't know how many people saw it!

There are thousands of Spätis. No one will notice.

I'll remove it. I'm really sorry. That's all I can do.

-Sorry. -Yes, you can!

Just stay out of things between me and Zadie.

Okay?

That's what this is all about.

I think you two need to work things out.

Start doing it!

-Sorry, where's Hamza? -Hamza?

There he is!

Wait here, okay?

-Hamza, where's Maruf? -Upstairs, waiting for you.

Upstairs? Can I take my fiancée with me?

He's waiting upstairs. We need to go up.

-Tamam? -Yes.

Wait a minute, will you?

Okay, then we just need the list of locations.

And then the building permit.

Okay, let him in.

Okay.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Salam alaykum , Maruf.

-Alaykum salam. -How are you?

-Hamdullah, you? -Hamdullah.

This is my fiancée, Rasaq. Maruf.

-Salam alaykum. -Salam. Sit down.

Call the Abdallah.

What have you done with these guys? They're not boxers anymore.

Do you want to talk?

-I want to get out. Thanks. -I heard. Why?

-It's not my thing anymore. -Why? I don't understand.

-I want to start a family. -A family?

No problem. That's great.

-Hamza has one, Abdullah, I... -Maruf!

Good luck!

-Good luck? -Yes!

You think this is luck, huh?

Luck is when someone shoots at you and you survive.

I don't need your luck. I need brothers.

Where is your brother?

Where is Omar?

I don't know.

Omar is dead.

-What? -Shot in the solarium without honor.

By the Russians.

You know who betrayed him? The German you shot in the leg.

Hatam...

they expect us to react now.

I have a dead brother.

And I have a brother who wants to leave.

What do I do now?

Here you go.

-What? Should I bring him to you? -Do you want to bring him to me?

What do I do with him? Are you the mail? If you don't do it, she will.

-Maruf! -Shut up!

Either you kill the German or you stay with us.

That's the way it is.

Ras. Ras!

Wait a minute, hey!

Don't do it!

Tell me you won't do it, please!

-Look at me and tell me! -What do you want me to do?

If I don't kill him, he'll kill me, Rasaq.

If I want to get out, I have to do it.

You want me to be with a murderer?

-You kill him, then we're together? -Do I have a choice?

You think we can have an awesome life?

Ras, Ras.

Leave me alone. Leave me.

Then stay. Then don't get out.

What about us, then?

I can't marry a murderer.

It's better you stay with them than kill anyone.

But I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

Hatam, you can't. It's over.

Ras. Ras!

Don't worry about it.

Mahmoud's daughter also failed the first time.

And now she is the head physician at the Charité.

You'll get it right next time.

Were you nervous?

I didn't go.

-What are you talking about? -Why?

-You learned so much! -It doesn't matter anymore.

What are you talking about?

Rasaq. Rasaq!

Crazy...

Mom, it looks so great!

Really? Isn't it a bit short?

You look like a warrior!

-Warrior... Don't say that! Yeah. -From behind.

It looks good.

Do you think Dad will like it?

Of course, he'll like it!

-You used to have short hair. -When I was 18.

Yeah, see? You look 22.

-Right? -You can see the gray hair!

-Gray hair is noble. Noble. -Of course!

-Can I do it by myself? Thanks. -Sure.

-Can I pay? -Yes.

75.

-Thanks. -Keep the change.

Here, that's for Dad and you.

-Where did you get all that money? -From work.

You can't earn that much in a Späti. Really!

Yes, Mom, you do!

I want to support you guys. Here it is. Be happy.

I can't take it, Hajra.

-Why not? -I don't know where it's from.

I just told you.

I don't believe you.

What do you think?

-I don't know. You won't tell me. -Tell me!

What do you think? Do you think I'm dealing?

Do you think it's drug money?

I'm trying to get my life together

and even when it's going well, you find some shit.

We had such a nice day and now you're attacking me!

It's always the same. Mom, take the money!

Take the money.

No.

WISH-MOP IT'S THAT EASY

Stop mopping.

Start wiping with the WISH-MOP.

Declare war on dirt.

Shining cleanliness with ease.

WISH-MOP, it's that easy.

WISH-MOP IT'S THAT EASY

WISH-MOP, it's that easy.

-Wow, it looks nice. -Beautiful.

-It's totally professional. -Yes.

-I look like a prison cleaning lady. -No, the jumpsuit suits you.

-And the color... -What about the Mickey Mouse voice?

-WISH-MOB, it's that easy. -You can tell it's not your voice.

-Everyone knows it's not your voice. -You look different.

No, three grannies recognized me on the way here! Three!

Don't complain!

You made a few grand. That's no big deal!

It's a huge step in your career!

-Be happy. -A career as a cleaning lady?

Dude...

-Stop it. -Ras, you'll have a career.

No.

What do you mean?

I didn't take the exam.

-What? -Why not?

I don't know. I couldn't. When I was there...

It all happened so fast after the surgery and I didn't know...

-Maybe you can take it again. -Yes.

-Huh? -I don't even know if I want to.

Habibi.

-Oh, man... -Come here.

Hey, guys, I think now is the right time.

You guys are so fluffy, somehow so connected.

-So receptive. -To what?

What are you talking about? Are you stoned?

I'm so stoned...

Look, hey, I have it with me.

And I'm offering it to you.

-What? -DMT?

Your choice.

Okay, you beautiful people.

Take a deep drag.

Then let the smoke into your lungs.

You will now have hallucinations. Let yourselves go.

Don't try to control anything. Let go.

The urge for control and safety is an illusion. It doesn't exist.

Since birth, you've always been on the outside.

Everything is so important there.

That doesn't matter at all right now.

It's about what's happening inside of you.

Your thoughts, your emotions, your senses,

are in constant flux. They're changing all the time.

That is... observe it.

Just watch it.

Okay, if you've all been smoking, turn around now.

Slowly lie on your back so that your heads are together.

Now close your eyes.

Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Now slowly open your eyes again.

Now listen.

Don't define anything.

Then it's an orchestra.

Okay, come back.

Now open your eyes slowly.

Somehow I feel sick.

That's normal. Your body is reacting to the drug.

-I want to go back. -Yeah.

Polyamory is a liberation from the norm,

from what the heteronormative white majority society tells us

happy cohabitation should look like.

We can change it,

not only for ourselves, but for those who also feel trapped

in this narrow system.

In the end, it's all about love.

It's the most beautiful thing worth fighting for.

Thank you for listening.

It was so quiet I had to check. Are you still there, awake?

I would love to hear from you, if you have any thoughts. Yes!

The relationship constructs that you brought up were exciting,

breaking polyamory down into hierarchical, egalitarian, solo...

That was beautifully said.

Also it doesn't have to be so narrow and rigid

that you can't breathe. It's okay if you do it in your own way.

That totally inspired me.

-Right? -So thank you very much.

-I was done. -Sorry.

Also to see how beautiful it is to see the person you love

being loved by another person.

That was nice, yeah.

Yes, monogamy in itself is not really natural.

-It was created by the patriarchy. -Sorry, but I think...

you're making it too complicated.

We're talking about relationships, not math.

Well, in theory...

In theory, it may all sound very nice and as if it could work,

but in practice, somehow not.

Let's go into it one by one...

-I think... May I? -Yes, go ahead.

It think it's a matter of perspective, you know,

and how much you've dealt with it,

what you know about it, how much you want to give,

-how much work you... -It's stressful.

When I need my girlfriend, I want to rely on her

and have her with me and not with someone else.

That's what the codes are for.

Yes, my relationship is not a schedule.

But like school, learning...

In love, or with parents, or with friends,

you have to put in work to get there.

Exactly. If you trust and respect each other,

communicate with each other, it can work.

Beautifully said.

We're always taught that a happy relationship means you don't

have to work for it. That's not true.

Have you ever tried it?

-No, not yet. -That's totally fine.

Your doubts are understandable.

It's something you don't grow up with.

It's something new and I think it's worth it.

What's that? It's broken.

Get me a new one.

-I don't have any. Smaller bills? -I need a 50-euro bill.

Mrs. Krüger?

-Yes? -Hi, Jazz, it's Henning.

-Hey. -Hey.

-What are you up to? -Forgetting the mob thing, you?

Jazz, the client is just conservative.

Fuck it. I got some good news.

Yes? Are we doing the commercial with my voice?

No. Much better.

-What? -I told you about that cool job.

-Mm. -I got the job.

-Nice. -You'll be the new face of Puma.

-Are you serious? -Yeah, I'm serious.

My creative team's dying to meet you.

It's supposed to happen the day after tomorrow in a fancy restaurant.

We meet up, get to know each other and discuss everything in detail.

Get dressed up for it!

Okay, sweatpants or evening gown? Sequins?

Let's cut it short. I'll send you the address of a good boutique.

They know me. Just mention my name

and they know what to look for. Okay? Yes?

I HAVE A LEASE ON MY TABLE!

WHAT? HOW AWESOME!

LET'S TOAST THAT!

SURE! ANY IDEAS?

FANCY A PARTY?

SURE! WHERE?

I'LL SEND YOU THE ADDRESS!

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

-Hello. -Hi.

Does Hajra work here?

Hajra works here, yes.

-Who are you? -I'm her mother.

Really? Nice, I'm Can.

-Hello, Can. -Hajra's getting us something to eat.

But she'll be right back.

-I'll just wait here. Go ahead. -Something to drink? Coffee, tea?

-Tea. Yes. -Yeah? Black?

All right.

I can also tell Hajra to bring some extra food.

No, thanks. I have to leave soon. It's nice, but...

-Sure? Okay... -Yes.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Hajra and you, you are colleagues?

Colleagues?

It's an understatement. Your daughter runs the place on her own.

I wouldn't know what to do without her.

-Nice! -Really nice!

Hey! You have a visitor!

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see where you work.

I'll unpack it, okay?

Hajra, I wanted to apologize.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry...

I'm so proud of you.

Why don't you eat something with us?

I have to go. Dad's waiting.

Come by.

Dad wants to see you again.

-It's a bit difficult right now. -Look, Hajra.

I know you feel guilty, okay?

Dad doesn't care.

He loves you.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Sorry. I need an outfit for tonight. -Sorry, I don't speak any German.

Can I help you with anything?

I'm from Henning Jung.

-Oh, Henning, yes. How is he? -Yes?

Yes. I have VIP dinner tonight.

-Okay. -Very important.

-And you need a dress? -Yes.

-Something chic, something classy? -Yeah, like...

Anything particular?

-Particular, yes. -Okay.

Let's see...

Okay, where is this...?

-Number one. Number two. -Nice.

I think this... Let me just fix it. Here we go. ...is the keeper.

-What do you reckon? -Nice.

It's my absolute favorite. I think it'd look gorgeous on you!

Gorgeous.

And how many is the cost?

This one is 2,500 euros.

For friends of Henning's, however, let's make it 1.6.

-Perfect. -Perfect.

All right. Dressing room's here. Let me know if you need anything else.

-Thank you. -We have an in-house seamstress,

-in case you need anything tailored. -I got no stress.

Okay.

Let's do it. Okay...

-Okay? -Okay.

-That's great. -Well...

-Two... -Great, keep going.

-It's coming. -Two, four...

Okay, no. Stop, stop, stop!

-Well, that was great. -Thank you.

Thanks. But?

You have to feel it. You have to listen to each other.

-I feel it! -We were listening!

-Listen to each other. -Okay.

-With feeling... -Okay.

One, two, three, four and...

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three... Yes!

Yes! I'm coming in, okay?

Crazy!

Magic!

Get out the lighters! Hey!

-Let's start a band! -For sure!

-It's called Fantastic! -Yeah, the Fantastic...

-Three! -Three, yes!

And by the way...

Do you guys want to come to my party? Our Party. The secret party!

-The secret party! -The secret party!

You guys want to come?

-We'd love to. -Nice. Cool.

-Okay, ready? -Yes, for sure!

Hey, your mom's so cute.

Is everything okay?

It's complicated, man.

Hey, if you want to talk, I'm here, okay?

Hey!

It's cool that you guys are here!

Haj, Haj!

No one can come in!

-There are so many. -We're full.

Send them home. I'm serious.

Okay, check.

Hey, sorry, we're full. Party's crashing. Next time!

-Sorry, is Rasaq here? -The nice realtor. Come in.

-Just go through. -Hey.

-Hey, good to see you. -Hi.

Cool place. Is the party in here?

No, we're downstairs. Just go through the fridge.

-Okay. See you soon. -I'll be right there. See you.

-Let's do it! Let's go down. -I'll be right there.

Hey.

Wow!

Hey, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz. What are you doing?

-Hey, wait a minute. -What?

Do you want to fuck?

Yes.

I...

Sorry, but this doesn't feel right.

-Okay. -Hey, Jazz. Wait a second!

-I didn't mean to hurt you. -You didn't!

-You didn't! I'm fine. -Hey...

-Okay. -Okay.

Hey, you're such a great girl.

You don't need to do this.

Are you telling me I'm a whore?

Huh? Of course not!

I just feel like I don't recognize you anymore.

Because you know me so well?

Because we partied downstairs once or twice? Why?

For me it's not just partying downstairs.

For me it's something special, the five of us...

We're here for a reason, okay?

Only because Hajra smashed that bottle in your dad's face.

Don't give me that hippie shit.

What did you just say?

-What? -What did you just say?

Hey. Is it true what Jazz told me?

That you threw the bottle over my dad's head?

Haj, sorry. I lost it. I lost it...

I wasn't thinking... Sorry!

Dude, what are you doing? You son of a bitch! Fuck off!

-I said, fuck off! -What do you want?

Fuck off! A free ride or what?

Translation: Julia Kunst Iyuno