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(soulful pop song playing)

(singing) I could carry on

But it's broken like this

I don't know where we are

(singing) If I carry on

Will it hold what it did? I'm still hoping it will

(singing) But I know how it hurts

It got old and it turned Into something bigger than we are

(singing) I don't know how to stop

My control never got out of hand

And we are falling apart.

We're nobody without us

I don't care what made us

We're already forgivers We're weightless

We're nobody, nobody without us

It's only about us

Nothing we are afraid of Won’t fail us

We're nobody, nobody without us

(music stops)

(melodic electronic music playing)

(music fades)

Can! Can! Wallah, I didn't do it.

I checked every bill. I don't know what happened!

You didn't do it? - No!

Then it was Rasaq. She was at the register.

I swear on my life... - You swear on your life?

Where would she get all that cash from! - Who else then?

I don't know! I know as little as you!

You're always talking about trusting each other, so trust me!

You want me to trust you? - Yeah.

This isn't the first time you've fucked me over.

Remember?

But now you expect me to trust you?

Tell me.

What?

Nothing, huh?

You need to get the fuck out of my shop, okay?

No, man.

I don't wanna see you in this store anymore. Okay?

Don't do that. - Get out of here!

You need to leave. - No.

Get! - Uh-uh.

Hajra! Fucking leave.

Uh-uh.

(shouting) Man, get the hell out! Leave!

(packet falls on the floor)

(Jazz) I don't get it, man.

It was just us at the register. - (Fanta) Yeah.

Ras?

(Jazz) Ras? Are you sure you didn't see anything?

Was the register left unattended at some point?

Ras, what's up?

(Rasaq, sobbing) I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Really.

(Jazz) What for? - (Hajra) No.

I didn't know what to do. I never wanted to hurt you.

Please no.

(Rasaq) My back was against the wall. I swear.

I was trapped. I didn't know what to do.

(Fanta) What? - What didn't you want to do?

(Rasaq) I... I... There was nothing else I could do.

(Jazz) What do you mean? - Ras! What happened?

(sobbing)

I was blackmailed into it. Calle said I had to do it.

I... I couldn't help it. I swear I didn't want to!

I... I know exactly what this means for you,

You have to believe me.

I never ever wanted to drag you into this shit with me!

Why Calle?

He saw me with Hatam and he threatened to rat him out to the Russians.

I didn't know what to do! There was no one I could tell.

I... I was totally alone.

(sobbing)

Why didn't you talk to any of us, man?

I knew you didn't want me to be with Hatam,

and I couldn't leave Hatam on his own!

Plus, I wanted to leave you guys out of all this shit.

Please, I swear I didn't want to do it. - Don't touch me right now.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you? 'Cause I don't recognize you.

I defended you to Can. I swore on my life you had nothing to do with this.

And you sit here, listening to me lose everything

and you say nothing?

(Rasaq) I wanted to.

How long have you been such a fucking liar? How long?

I swear on everything I have, I was trying to protect you, wallah .

That was protection?

The only one you were protecting this entire time is Hatam.

No, you're wrong. - The only one you protect is Hatam.

You only care about Hatam.

No, that's not true. You know it isn't.

He's so important you'd even screw your sisters over. Now we're fucked!

I wanted to leave you out of this completely!

I'm so sorry! Really!

Look what he did with you, Ras! - I didn't mean to, I promise.

(gasping)

You fucking shaytan ! You asshole! Fuck you, you son of a bitch!

We can't tell who you are anymore!

Who are you? Who are you?

My back was against the wall! - Who are you?

Shut the fuck up! (loud bang)

Fuck you! Who are you?

(Rasaq) I'm so sorry! - I trusted you!

Please don't go! - (Hajra) Fuck you!

Please, Haj! Please believe me!

Please, Haj. I didn't mean it! Fuck.

(Wailing) - I swear I didn't mean to.

I couldn't...

I swear I didn't mean to. I... I didn't know what to do.

Oh, fuck!

(sobbing)

(man talking indistinctly on the TV)

(TV switches off)

(phone vibrating) Jazz?

What?

Your cell phone's ringing.

Yeah?

(Jazz's dad) Hi, Jessica.

Hey, it's Papa!

I wanted to get in touch. I haven't heard from you.

We were supposed to meet

and I just wanted to see what'd be a good time.

I said I'd get back to you. - Yeah, sure.

Your mom told me you have a lot on your mind.

I thought I'd check in.

Well, I'm not Mama.

I'm not as weak as her either.

I won't let you come into my life again so you can fuck off in two weeks!

But, Jessica, that's why...

And I'm sure as fuck not gonna lie on the floor and cry

and depend on the people I love to get me back up!

To bring me back to life! I won't do it! You understand me?

I am not letting you back into my life! - Okay...

You're a cancer to everything you touch and I won't let you ruin my life!

Calm down...

Why are you calling? Is it money you want?

I don't want money...

Even if I had money, it wouldn't be enough! How much do you want?

If I wanted you gone, how much money to get you out of my life, man?

Jessica, I want you to be happy. - I hate you! I hate you!

I don't want to see you, you hear me?

I don't ever want to see you. - I... Jessica...

(call ends abruptly) (panting)

You okay? - All good.

(Imam, speaking in Arabic)

(speaking in Arabic)

(speaking in Arabic)

(speaking in Arabic)

(chattering)

Oh!

Hmm...

Mmm...

Yummy food. - Are you hungry?

Mmm. Where's Sunday? - He's already outside playing.

And what about you? - Oh, I, uhm... already ate.

Nice!

Mmm!

Can we talk for a minute?

I've been thinking about this for a long time

and I've wanted to tell you.

(Fanta's mom) Is it about moving out again?

Hmm...

Uhm...

I'm into women.

That means you're a lesbian?

(sighs)

(sniffling)

(Fanta sighs)

It's okay.

It's okay.

Mm-hmm.

What, uhm...

Is there a special someone?

Mmm.

There isn't.

(somber electronic music playing)

Hey. - Hello.

I'm here for the audition. - Ah!

"Queerness. We didn't look for it. We didn't choose it.

It's just how it is. It's who I am now.

I'm living a new life without giving a backward glance to the old.

Unlike larvae, we don't have the luxury of comfortably retreating

into the darkness of metamorphosis..."

(speaking in Arabic) My darling...

(speaking in Arabic) I missed you.

(speaking in Arabic) Look after her.

Have a good trip.

Go on then. Off you go.

(Rasaq's mom, speaking in Arabic) May God be with you.

(music continues to play)

(speaking in Arabic)

(woman) "...arises when we cross the proven threshold

of what we know..."

(chuckles) Oh, yeah.

Hold on. - (Hatam) What?

Stop. - What's going on?

Pull over. Pull over here. - Yeah, okay. Hold on.

Pull over! Please pull over here. - Okay. Yeah, okay. Okay.

What's going on?

I have to do something. I'll get back to you. Go home.

Hey, Ras! What's wrong? - I'll explain later!

(phone vibrates)

(phones vibrating)

(music continues to play)

(applause)

(music stops)

Is that Rasaq? - Mm-hmm.

Have you heard from Haj?

No.

Why the van? What's going on?

(sighing)

(sobbing softly)

I'm not leaving.

What do you mean you're not?

(phone vibrating)

Wow, knock my socks off! Nice of you to be on the phone when I pick up.

What do you mean you can't do it today?

Well, try harder then. You can't be serious right now.

Is today opposite day or something? Come on!

Dude, I'm the boss. I call the shots here.

Give me the fucking address. See you soon.

(scoffs) - (snorts)

(knocking)

Okay. Step aside. - Huh? Why?

What are you doing? - Kicking the door.

That'll be way too loud! - We packed this on purpose.

It's not working. - Jazz, your shoe.

What? - Give me your shoe.

Give me your shoe. - Any idea how much these cost?

Hey, Haj, take your shoe. - Here, take my shoe.

Hold it steady.

(banging) It's not working.

Together. On three.

One, two, three... (wood snapping)

Okay. Okay.

Haj, hold this. (clanking)

Ouch! You can't just tell me to hold! - Close the door, man!

(electronic music playing)

Hey, Jazz turn off the music.

Damn it.

Now what?

There's the key. - (Hajra) Where?

Under the spider. - Ah, fuck! It's a spider!

We have to get it out of there.

Don't look at me like. I'm allergic. - What? No you're not.

I am! - Since when?

Since forever!

Bitch, you do it. - No! You do it.

No, man! - Well, someone has to do it!

I'll just move its house. - Okay.

If she jumps on me...

Chill. Just go slow. Slowly and gently.

(Jazz) Faster. - (Rasaq) No! Slowly!

What do you want? - (Rasaq) No! Like I told you!

(Hajra) Shh! - (panting)

Fuck, dude! Get back!

It's a bombardier spider. - A what?

It's got this hair it can shoot out at you and then you can go blind from it.

My cousin got hit by one in Australia. Three months in the hospital.

We gotta get rid of it somehow. We gotta get the key.

(Jazz) It's too dangerous!

But can't we push it away with this thing?

No! We can't touch it. Stay away. - Can't we just stab it?

Stab it? That's an animal, dude!

I don't wanna stab it, but I don't want to go blind!

(Jazz) For fucks sake! It's too dangerous!

(phone vibrating) Fuck, it's Calle. Shut the fuck up!

Calle?

Hey, where are you sending me to? Are we meeting on the street or what?

Just go to the site. Be right there. - Okay. I'll wait here.

See you in a bit. - Hurry up!

Fuck!

Okay. - Ras, yo, yo, yo!

What are you doing? - (Fanta) Eh!

Ras, what are you doing?

(Jazz) We're all going blind. - (Fanta) Stop it!

(Fanta) What are you doing? - Don't touch it.

(Jazz) I swear, It's dangerous!

(screaming) (Hajra) Oh, my God!

(Jazz) Close your eyes! Protect your eyes!

Oh, my God! Fuck!

Fuck! - (Hajra) Hurry, dude!

Fuck! - (Jazz) Cover your eyes!

(Fanta) Yeah, okay.

Hurry it up. - Hurry, hurry.

Hurry!

This could be useful. Okay, yallah . Go!

Jump over it! (screaming)

(car horn honking)

Punctual as ever! 15 minutes too late!

I had enough time to count 7,181 bricks on the fucking facade, man!

Sorry. Took longer than I expected. - (mockingly) Hmm!

Your parents should've named you Ra- suck.

'Coz your attitude sucks!

Now give me the motherfucking envelope before I lose it!

(chuckles) - Is... this the Spice Girls reunion?

Is the tour's being sponsored by a hardware store?

(Rasaq) Get in.

I'm supposed to find ladies scary?

Just get in!

No. What do you want from me, man?

Dude, shut the fuck up and get in the car, right now!

That looks like the one I have.

Yallah , come on. - Calm down! Relax. Okay.

Wow, three chicks for Calle in the transporter room!

Sounds like some hot porn. You gonna rape me here or...

Listen! You have to go underground.

Have I got oxygen tanks strapped to my back?

We wanna help you, okay?

Help me? Ì'll have you know I'm on a lot of.

You're on the Arabs' list.

I'm on a lot of lists. Guestlists. Plus three.

On the blacklist, plus five. - They want to kill you! No bullshit.

Because you snitched on Omar to the Russians.

So, if you want to live, then go underground so they think you're dead.

Look at me, motherfucker! I'm a crackhead.

I got a split skull, broken heart and a hole in my knee.

One foot's in the grave. I don't give a shit about your Arabs.

One call to the Russians and they'll beat the baklava out of you

until there's only borscht left! - They...

They ain't shit! We have your cash. - Oh, yeah? You have my money?

(Hajra) Yes, we do.

Oh, it's one of those manifestations... - Come on! Jazz, show the picture.

Earth is flat, moon is hollow... - Stop it!

(Calle) Jesus was a spaceman! - Shut the fuck up and look!

You know, we know that you owe the Russians.

And without the money, you're not worth shit to the Russians.

You're all nothing but a couple of miserable coked-out cunts!

Three snitches! Know what happens to snitches?

You're disgusting! - Hey, Calle.

But because you were so good to us last time

and organized that trip to the Polish border,

and didn't rat us out to the Russians,

we thought we'd organize a nice trip for you in return.

Fanta.

With accommodations too.

So, listen up. You fuck off to Frankfurt

to that apartment

until they take your name off the list and move on.

Hey, and if you don't mess around

you might even get your money back.

And, hey, Calle. That doesn't include the money from the store.

Is that it? Are you done?

You're insane! Totally insane, man! This is crazy!

This is a big Arab family, man.

They've got a snitch parked in every nook and cranny

who'd snitch on a dissident like me for a bit of baksheesh .

What'll happen if they find out I'm still alive?

That I was hiding under a rock like some Saddam Hussein Junior?

(Hajra) Yeah. That's all right. (door slams shut)

Sounds like a problem for you to solve. (footsteps)

What's happening here? The African swine flu's out here.

A forester could come by and kill the deer!

And I don't like foresters! Hear me? I don't like foresters!

(camera clicks) - It won't work if you blink.

(Calle) Tell her to stop blinking at me!

Can't stay stiff like this, okay?

I'm going to close my eyes and open my mouth.

(Fanta) Yeah.

I'm a talker not a looker. Wait. Okay.

Okay. - (Calle) Stop!

Abort. Wait a minute. - (Hajra) What?

(Calle) This isn't working.

Notice anything? - (Hajra) Nothing.

What's right there?

Your chest.

(Jazz) No, your heart. - The hole?

What happens when you get shot in the lung? I'd be spitting blood!

Blood! This is an active crime scene. Give me some blood.

(girls, in unison) Yeah, yeah.

(mumbling) Wait, it's gotta drip.

Wait till it drips. - Okay. Now?

Stop! One last thing. - Calle, we just need one photo.

That's what we're doing.

Shoot from that side. Here's the drip.

I'll give her the phone. Lie down.

That's when I'm really dead. - (Fanta) Lie down!

(Jazz) Okay. (in unison) One, two, three.

(camera clicks)

(everyone) Oh!

I've never seen so much money in my life!

Right? - The things we could do with it.

Yeah! - Guys, we're doing nothing.

We made a deal to return it to him.

But minus the money we lost at Can's store.

How much was that? - 10 or 20 K?

No, it was way less. - Okay, but minus our expenses.

Minus gas money and damages. At least that.

And minus the amount we paid for the van.

I forgot about the rental. - This is not our cash.

Hold on. Let's smell it one last time. - Yeah!

(sniffing) - What freedom smells like.

Smells kinda like curry ketchup.

That's your hands. - Not my hands! It's Fantas.

What are you talking about? Blaming me?

You call me a hundred hours later? I'm trying to reach you all day!

You don't answer? Tell me what's happening.

What's going on?

It'll get us out of this shit.

(chilled out synthesizer music playing)

(music stops)

Salaam , Hamsa. - Aleikum salaam.

Salaam aleikum.

(in Arabic) We've got an appointment with Maruf.

(in Arabic) Maruf only wants to see you.

But she's my wife. - Regardless. He'll only see you.

I'll be fine.

(dice clanking)

(door opens) (bell rings)

And?

(speaking in Arabic) What?

All good. - Yallah , you're out?

We're out.

Well... what did he say?

Nothing! I showed him the picture and he said it's okay.

"Okay. You're out."

You're really out? - Think I'm lying to you?

- You're seriously out? - Wallah , I'm out. We're out!

Hey.

Cool that you came, man. - Yeah? What's up?

I got your letter.

Thank you.

How'd you do it?

How'd I do what?

The cash.

No stress.

Dude! Don't be so mysterious. You can tell me.

(chuckling) It doesn't matter now. Problem solved. Halas .

Hey, Haj, I want you to come back.

The place is not the same without you.

I don't get along with anyone as well as I do with you, dude.

So? What do you say?

No.

Dude, why not? - You haven't even apologized properly!

That's why I'm here!

Yes, but you haven't said the word yet. You haven't even said "sorry"!

Everything I've done lately, I've done for you.

You haven't even looked me in the eye and said,

"Hajra, I'm sorry I trust you".

You know what? You're right.

I have been acting like a total dick. - Yeah.

And I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

Okay.

So, everything's cool?

Yeah, everything's cool.

So, does that mean you're back in?

No.

You're just gonna leave? - Of course, dude!

That's your problem right there.

You have to fight for what you want. - I am, dude!

You just ran away like a quitter.

So I'm a quitter, huh? - Yeah, you're a quitter!

Haj, what's up?

Haj!

I'm sorry. For everything. Nina...

I miss you, man.

Love letter?

Resignation.

I respect the relationship between you and Nina.

I don't want to come between you. - I don't want you to do that either.

What I want is for you to want to do this together.

I'm sorry. I tried.

Okay.

You actually don't have to stay. Yeah, I'm almost done here anyway.

Safe? - Safe.

Okay, nice.

Hey, thanks, dude. - No worries.

Okay, see you.

Okay.

(mumbling)

Can? - Yeah?

Can I ask you something?

Safe.

So, about the party... What you said.

Uhm...

Hey, dude. Jazz... I...

I wasn't trying to hurt or anything.

No, it's cool! I...

I just wanted to know if you meant it.

Well, that I don't need it...

...is what I mean

Yeah, of course I meant it.

Okay.

Want me to be completely honest? I don't know anyone else like you.

Man, you're so pure and so real and so in your face.

And I feel like you don't even know this yourself.

What do you mean by that?

Look, when we just chilled, in your apartment, for example.

Right?

Or... when you're just with the girls.

Dude, that's when you're the most you.

And I know we don't know each other that well and maybe it's bullshit,

but I feel you're running away from something.

Full-on sprinting.

And you're compensating for that with stuff like drugs, fucking, partying.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.

Hmm.

Thanks, man.

(ringing tone)

(Jazz's dad) Hello?

Hey.

It's Jessica.

Still wanna meet up?

(sanding wood)

(speaking in Arabic) I registered to resit the exam.

(speaking in Arabic) Your mother told me.

Aren't you glad? - Of course I am.

But...

I am!

Baba?

Rasaq, can you imagine how confusing this whole thing

with you and Hatam is for me?

Yes, I can.

Could you perhaps tell me

what in God's name is going on with you two?

Dad, please don't ask me that.

Trust me. Everything's okay now.

I swear.

I trust you.

(clanking)

So? What do you think?

It's beautiful.

Why do you ask?

Because it's your wedding present.

(says something unintelligible)

Thanks, Dad.

My darling.

Hey, Hajra.

Bettina!

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd drop by.

Alright. Welcome. Can I offer you something?

Want a beer? - Uh-uh.

Coffee? - No, I'm good.

Cigarette? - Give me a break.

You sure? - Yes!

I didn't think you'd go through with it.

Until yesterday neither did I.

Hajra. - Hmm?

I have a problem.

Oh, no. - I know.

Gamsa?

What is it now?

Can you come here?

This is Gamsa.

What's up, Gamsa? - I need an internship for her.

Something went wrong with organizing the last one.

Mhm. - Can you ask your manager for her?

Yeah, I can do that. - Really?

For how long? - A week is all.

Six... six hours a day, one hour break. You get it.

Okay, and from when?

Actually, it would've started this morning at eight.

So we're jumping right in. - Mmm.

Now? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I can ask. - Thank you.

Gamsa, you wanna say, like, "thank you" or something?

No.

It's cool. - Really?

Sure you don't want a smoke? (scoffs)

Okay. I'll quit tomorrow.

Then "plus", "subtotal", and then you enter the money the customer gave you.

Okay? Let's say 20 euros.

20 euros. Bam! You can also use the double zero.

And then press "total received".

Juices, water, shit like that, you put way at the bottom or top.

The kind of things you'd get at the grocery store.

It's so important you check every bill you get with this UV scanner.

You put this one underneath,

and then you'll recognize a pattern like this, if it's real. Look.

If it's fake, it's completely neon. Just white.

If you wanna double check, here in the sun you can see this black stripe.

So, normally every business does inventory.

You know what that is?

Neither do I. We don't do it.

We're a family. We don't steal from ourselves.

We go through here twice a week and have a look at whatever's missing.

Bing bam boom. Toothbrush, chips... The whole nine yards.

Then you write that down. Then there are these numbers.

And with these numbers you can reorder it all.

Then you call... Well, I should call. Not you.

I'm sure you have some annoying voice.

Uhm, excuse you! - Ah! You can talk. Mashallah!

But, yeah. That's basically it.

Welcome to the store.

Uhm... Sorry. I'm looking for Hatam. Is he here?

No, he's not.

Wait, he's not here at all? - Yes, it's his day off.

Anything I can help you with?

No, then that's that.

Okay. Have a nice day. - Thank you. You too.

(ringing tone)

(Hatam's voicemail) This is Hatam. I'm unavailable. Leave me a message.

(speaking in Ewe, English and French) My only daughter actually studied

to become a lawyer or a doctor.

Or a pastor. - A pastor? (laughing)

And now she wants to be an artist.

Artist? Well, that's good, huh?

Just leave your child alone.

Let her go her own path! Eh!

Because time goes by so fast.

I remember Fanta...

(laughs) When Fanta peed her pants.

Fanta, you're all grown up now. - (speaking in English) Yeah, Auntie.

If you marry quickly

and have kids quickly, then you'll be done quickly.

So, right now you're still young.

You still have time to find a good man.

(Fanta's mom) She's not thinking about marriage.

She needs to finish her studies first.

First stand on her own feet, and then she can,

look for a husband.

(client) You're talking like my daughter.

Young people have to marry and have kids!

(Fanta's mom) Yeah. I'm... I...

I hear you. I hear you!

(Hajra) Yeah, but you have to buy the dress, right?

Can you make it a bit tighter? - Of course.

(phone vibrating)

Hey!

(Hatam) Hi, habibi . How are you? What are you doing?

Good. I'm with the girls right now.

Where are you? - Wallah , I'm at home.

You weren't at work today, were you? - Of course I was.

The dealership was so busy. Everyone was up my ass. It's stressing me out.

What's going on? You called me?

(Jazz) Ras, how long are you taking?

(Hajra) Are you on the phone?

(Fanta) Yo! Come on!

(Hatam) Hello? Ras?

Uhm...

I was just calling to see how you were.

But I gotta go. The girls have prepared something.

Go get some rest. - (in Arabic) All right, darling. Bye.

(gasping) Oh, my God!

The most beautiful woman in the world!

Come here! - (Jazz) Ras, you are so beautiful!

(Hajra) So hot! - I'll marry you right now.

Dude, wait. What's that? What is that?

There are hoops underneath. - Hoops?

Yeah! - Like hula hoops?

Then why is it as expensive as a Mercedes?

(Jazz) Okay, selfie! - (Fanta) Okay.

(Hajra) Come on. Get in here.

Yeah, that's nice! Mmm. (Jazz chuckles)

(camera clicks)

Like, smile. - Ah!

I am smiling. - Liar.

You okay? - Yeah, all good.

Something wrong with the dress? - Of course not. It's gorgeous. Really

You sure?

Yes! Everything is okay. Wallah , really. I swear.

Good, 'cause we have a huge surprise for you. Okay?

(Fanta) Let's go! Get changed! - Jazz!

(chuckling) (Fanta) Okay.

(singing the "Wedding March")

(Hajra) You guys are so embarrassing. - (Rasaq) It's way too early. Why now?

(Jazz) Okay, Ras. - Yeah?

Open your eyes. You see anything?

(Rasaq) I can't see anything!

Are you sure? How many fingers? Dah!

(laughing) (Rasaq) I swear!

(Fanta) Yo, look! I swear! She twitched! You can see!

How many fingers? - (Rasaq) I don't know!

(Fanta) Okay, wait! Stand still. Right there.

Can I take it off then? - One, two, three!

(squealing)

(Rasaq) Oh, my God! A minibar! - Get in, get in!

(Fanta) Oh, my God.

(laughing)

(screaming)

Oh! - Alright!

But guys, be honest. Is Calle footing the bill?

Of course! - Compensation for pain and suffering!

There's so much para it's hard not to indulge yourself.

Yeah, man. - Know what I would treat myself to?

I'd get this loft over Berlin.

I'd have one of those swimming things...

An infinity pool! - An infinity pool!

And then, in the front there'd be a dance school

Know what my dream would be?

I'd do the most amazing trip around the world and never come back.

I would open my own store, man.

(Fanta) Oh, baba , dude. - (Jazz) That's a brilliant idea!

Dude, we could do a fusion place.

A store on a rooftop. - A rooftop store!

Dude! A rooftop store! Sick! - Right?

Honeymoon on the Caribbean. In the Caribbean.

(Fanta) For sure! Four weeks all inclusive!

Or the Maldives. - But you'll buy the dress, right?

It looked really good on you. - It was so nice, Ras. For real.

Well, we'll see.

What do you mean by that? (laughing)

What is it? - I don't know. Fuck it.

I love you so much. Let's toast. - Yeah, okay.

To... To us! - To us!

To us! - Yallah!

Hey, don't get me wet. We prepared something for you.

Here. - What?

A surprise, girl! - What?

Okay. - What are you doing?

Relax.

Let's go!

(gasping) - What?

(laughing)

(excited chatter)

Watch out.

(screaming)

(cheering)

"song: "Broke" by BEGINNERS & St. Lucia"

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