Original subtitles

(Jazz) Hello?

For the 30th time: Rasaq Moussa. Can we see her?

(man) No. You're not family. - (Jazz) Just for a minute.

(man) I can't give you any info. - (Fanta) Is she awake?

(Jazz) Jesus! - (Fanta) Just tell us!

(man) Don't yell. This isn't the hood.

(Jazz) What did you say? - Are you serious?

Our friend's in hospital and this clown over here won't tell us where she is!

Then he insulted us. - (Fanta) That's so fucking offensive!

(man) Guys, this is a hospital. Turn the camera off!

(Hajra) Jazz!

(Jazz) Where were you? - (Fanta) Where have you been?

Doesn't matter. How's Rasaq? - The guy won't tell us anything.

We've been here for an hour and he won't say a thing!

(panting) We want to see Rasaq Moussa. - (man) Oh, come on. Not again.

What? - (man) It's like day-care.

(Hajra) Why aren't you telling us anything?

(man) Go outside, please. - (Fanta) No, we're not going!

(Jazz) Make an announcement! - (man) I'm done.

(Jazz) Are you gonna hit me? - (man) You need to leave.

(shouting) - (man) Get out or I'll call the cops.

(Jazz) The cops? Seriously? - (Hajra) Was that a threat?

(Jazz) Woah! Oh, shit! - (man) Hey! Hey! Stop that!

(Fanta) Hey!

(shouting stops abruptly) (melodic electronic music playing)

(music fades)

(beeping)

(judge) All rise, please.

The sentencing in this case is as follows:

The accused, Ms. Hajra Hamdan, is hereby acquitted

of the charges of theft and making criminal threats.

On charges of assault, driving without a license and trespassing,

the defendant is sentenced to a juvenile term of one year.

The juvenile sentence is suspended.

The probationary period is two years.

The defendant is ordered to complete 100 hours of community service

within this time.

Please be seated.

(song: "IDFWFEELINGS" by UPSAHL)

WHO'S MAKING PARA?

Morning.

"Sorry for everything. Please call me back. Matthias."

Piece of shit.

(music continues)

Thank you.

(laughing) Hi!

You only got a C in math? What's going on?

You got a B last year, my guy.

The questions are so much harder now. - Mm-hmm.

That's just an excuse. I know you.

Ciao! Ciao!

Going once, twice, three times... How will this sell for?

I'd say ten grand.

Okay. This? - Three?

That sells... by itself, right?

You really wanna give all this away? These are all for you.

You're the only gift for me.

(woman) Make some space. - Oh! Thanks!

(woman) Knock it off!

We're outta water, so you're gettin' coke.

You're not getting a coke. You get water.

You sure you cooked all this? - (woman) Uh-huh! Enjoy it.

Okay. Lord, I want to thank you for the food.

Thank you for providing for us and give to those who do not have.

(song continues to play) (phone pings and vibrates)

Oh, my God. I got the job! - What job?

The summer job at the hostel!

- What? - (screaming) Yes!

(laughing)

Ah, ah, ah! Mmm, mmm, mmm.

(sniffing) (phone vibrating)

ASSHOLE

(snorting)

(IDFWFEELINGS continues to play)

(music stops abruptly)

(Rasaq's dad, in Arabic) Slowly now. One step at a time.

(laughing) Easy now. Come along.

(door opens)

(Bettina) Gamze, don't forget your father's signature.

Yeah. - (Bettina) See you next week.

Friday, same time. Don't forget.

Hey, Hajra. - Hello, Bettina.

(chuckles) Come on in.

100 community service hours done.

Hats off. Most can't do that.

And you? 100 cigarettes smoked?

Most can't do that either. Weren't you quitting?

Well, I've started to quit.

(chuckling) (Bettina) How are you doing?

I'm good.

Well, you should be proud.

(sighs)

I still have, uhm, that...

checkout thing.

What's the matter? - Nothing!

Come on. - It's just...

I still wonder what would've happened if I hadn't thrown that bottle.

'Cause since then I just seem to...

fuck everything up.

Wanna know what your problem is, Hajra?

You're way too hard on yourself. Really.

We all make mistakes. - Oh, yeah?

Did you almost punch a guy to death? - Come on. You know what I mean.

No, I don't. - Yeah, you do.

You gotta put an end to this.

Or it'll never stop.

(speaking in Arabic) Welcome, darling.

(Rasaq, in Arabic) Oh! I love you, Dad.

Thank you.

(Rasaq's dad) Mom asked if you'd rather eat in bed.

No, I want to eat with you. I'd like to invite the girls over.

Very well.

Dad?

Who are all these presents from?

The bouquet is from your colleagues and the balloons are from your girlfriends.

But most of the presents are from Hatam.

(door closes)

(sombre piano music playing)

You still had gambling debts, right?

Congratulations. You're debt- free.

(chuckling) Yeah. I'll buy you a Rolex. Yeah.

Because it's going great. Really great. (rustling)

But I'm calling about something else. On the 12th...

On the 12th you have to help me here with the move.

None of that slipped disc crap. Help me or I'll call your mom.

Ciao. (phone beeps)

Going somewhere? - Yes, to Zehlendorf. I sold the store.

What? Why? (register beeps)

Because I'm a Bitcoin trader.

What's that?

And... that there is why you'll be shopping here your whole life

and I'll be rich.

This shit isn't working. Go grab a new one.

Go grab a new one, please.

(phone vibrating)

Ras?

You back already?

Will your baba be cool with us coming right over?

Wait a minute.

Yes. Yes, okay. Let me know.

Yes, hade . Bye.

One euro more.

Then cover me. You're rich now. - Why are you such a little shit?

I'm a little shit too, so I can't really say anything.

(opens and closes cash register)

(funky music playing)

(woman) Thanks. - (man) Alright. Bye, bye. Take care.

I'm Fanta. I'm here for... - Sorry, what? Slow down.

Sorry, I'm Fanta. I'm here for my first shift.

Oh, you're Fanta! - Mm-hmm.

I'm Andrew. nice to meet you. - You too.

I love your hair. Is that a shell? - Yes.

Gorgeous! - Thanks.

I'll get someone to show you around.

Zadie, my baby? - (Zadie) Yeah?

Could you come here for a sec?

(Zadie) No, I'm busy. Can you do anything yourself for a sec?

(Andrew) The new girl's here. Get your ass over here, bitch.

(Zadie) You need to jerk off more. - Fuck you!

(Zadie giggles) She's coming.

Mmm. (Zadie chuckles)

Hi. - Hi.

Fanta, right? - Mm-hmm.

I'm Zadie. Nice to meet you. Uhm, let's go. I'll show you the ropes.

This is the reception. It works like a normal reception.

"Hello, bye. Need anything? Can I help?"

What's upstairs is important. I'll show you that.

Hi. - (man) Hey.

Hi. How are you? - (man 2) Hey.

Andrew. Keys.

Follow me. - (Andrew) Have fun, bitches.

(Zadie) And this is our breakfast room.

People can bring their own breakfast, too.

Mm-hmm. - But if they want the buffet option,

they have to buy tokens at the reception. Cool?

Okay. - You a breakfast person?

Well, yeah. You're not?

Ah... In theory, yes. In practice, I get up too late.

You're missing out. - Yeah, on breakfast.

Yeah, and amazing croissants.

This is our chill area.

You can play games, there are books that people can borrow.

Mm-hmm. - And the centerpiece.

The laundry room!

This is where you'll find toilet paper, bed sheets, towels, light bulbs...

All the boring shit. - Sounds good.

Rooms? - Rooms.

Besides the double rooms, we have four of these shared rooms.

But this is the only one with a bar. - Nice.

Uhm... Yeah. That's about it. - Okay.

Then, uhm, we'll go to reception and sign the contract?

Sure. - Okay, cool.

Remember the way?

Think so. But if we get lost, do I still get the contract?

Hmm...

(cutlery jingling)

(in Arabic) Mom, you're really making the best food.

(in Arabic) The best food for my best Rasaq.

May I help you?

If you can. - Of course I can.

(in Arabic) What are you doing?

Setting the table. - No, no! You need to rest.

Dad! - Go on. Go on.

(doorbell rings) (knocking on door)

(Hajra) Hi! Salam Alaikum ! How is she? - (Fanta) Hi! Salam Alaikum !

(giggling) (Jazz) Salam Alaikum ! How are you?

(shouting excitedly) (giggling)

(Rasaq's dad, in English) Slowly!

(Hajra) We missed you! - (Fanta) Your beautiful face!

(screaming) (Rasaq's dad) Whoa!

(in Arabic) The food is delicious. (Rasaq laughs)

(Hajra) These dolma are amazing. - (Fanta) Thank you.

These wine things are great! - Dude. Dolma .

Okay. - (Hajra, in English) Say it. Dolma .

Dolma!

(giggling) - Yeah!

(Fanta) Seriously, Ras. How are you?

I'm doing really good. It's healing well, I've hardly feel any pain.

I'll be back on track soon.

We missed you so much. We, like, literally died.

How are things? Did it work out with the music video?

(Jazz) Yeah, I think so. - (Rasaq) Really?

I got an email and it's coming out next week.

Oh, my God! That's rad! - And Jazz is gonna be famous.

(Jazz) I got a new job. - (Rasaq) What job?

As a pro... Promotional hostess. - (Hajra) What's that?

Something promotional. - Always good.

(giggling) - Fanta, how's the hostel gig?

Good. - It's going good? What's going good?

- The job! - (Rasaq) Have you met someone?

(Fanta) Maybe... - You met someone?

Maybe. - (Rasaq) Yes! Wallah! You met someone!

(Hajra) Wallah . You'd better tell us.

No. Later. - (Rasaq) What?

Oh, my God. - Guys...

I thought as a warm up we can do a store tour.

(Rasaq) Oh, yeah, dude!

And this time, guys, we'll do 15 stores.

(Jazz) Yes! - Not just 13.

In each store we'll sell Sterni. (laughs manically)

(Fanta) She has to! Wallah .

Are you ready? - (Rasaq's dad) Hajra?

(in Arabic) Hajra? Easy now.

Fine, we'll do it and Ras...

Rasaq will need to rest for a while.

We are doing relaxed. - Got that?

Mm-hmm.

Build up resistance against my hands, like this.

Good. Push, push, push.

And slowly let go. And again. (Rasaq exhales)

And push, push, push.

And... Yeah.

Let's see how it goes with the arm. Raise it up a bit.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, does it hurt here? - Yeah, in that spot.

How long before I can do everything normally again?

Maybe half a year? At a minimum.

You know, you really have to give yourself time.

Don't forget to drink a lot of water. - Got it.

See you at the next session. - (Rasaq) See ya.

(physiotherapist) Thank you. See you. - Have a nice day.

(physiotherapist) Mr. Neumann?

You can come in. - Yeah.

You can forget about that little air bike.

I'm a passionate cyclist... - Okay, okay.

(phone vibrates)

RAS, ARE YOU OUT OF THE HOSPITAL? HOW ARE YOU?

PLEASE DON'T MAKE THINGS HARDER FOR ME AND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

(girl) Salut . - (Zadie) Hi.

(speaking French)

(Zadie) Uhm, I'm sorry.

Tu, uhm, parler anglais? Un petite peu? - No. Pas d’anglais.

(Zadie) Because you're French. Okay, then... Okay, try.

(speaking in French)

Un afro ... Slowly, slowly. - I got you.

(speaking in French)

Au revoir.

(chuckles) Thank you. - Of course.

You speak French. - Oui .

I can't. (chuckles) - Obviously!

(laughing) What did you tell her?

She wanted to visit an afro shop at Zoo,

but I said, "Go to Stadtmitte, 'cause at Zoo... mmm."

Okay. Can you make me a map like that?

Are you serious?

So... I've only lived here four years and my parents are both white...

so I do know a few spots...

Well, I got you.

I'm a plug, so I'm gonna give you the private tour.

Okay. I'll hit you back. Yeah. - Cool.

Uhm... Wait a minute. That ring's gonna fly off your head.

Speaking of hair and afro shops... Hold on.

(chuckling)

Alright. Voilà .

Merci.

De rien. - Oh! Très bien.

Or I'll wear the purple with this Adidas jacket.

It'll be a nice mix of colors.

Hmm... How's the look Haj? - Hmm?

The ensemble? - Yeah. Cool.

Works, right? - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Or... Or the one I wore earlier?

You know? - Was nice too.

Yeah? Or the black dress? - That was my favorite.

I wasn't wearing a black dress! What are you doing?

Nothing!

Are you serious? You're on his profile again?

Yusuf and his precious chaya are pretending to be the dream couple.

I bet she doesn't know I fucked him. - Then why are you looking at it?

My thumb just kinda swipes to his profile.

You don't check Keil's? - No. I blocked him right away.

Stop with the stalking shit.

We're going to the hostel. - No, I don't want to.

Wear this.

I'm not wearing this!

Fine. Then put on your joggers and this, so you don't look like a bum.

You look like a bum.

Take your shirt off. - I don't want to.

Fuck you, take your shirt off. - No.

- Take your damn shirt off! - Oh, my God!

- Arms up. - Go away! Ah!

(Jazz) Just get dressed now!

(sensual electro music playing)

(cheering) (chattering)

Dude, hi! (laughing)

(Jazz) Wow! It's so nice, man. - Right?

You sure you work here, or do you just party all day?

All of the above.

(cheering)

That was Claire for you guys. Make some noise.

(loud cheering) So, where is your chick?

(Zadie) Ready for more?

Cool! So, next up we have another... - What?

She's hot! - (Fanta) So hot!

Although I don't really think she's into chicks.

(beat begins to play) I'll check it out.

No! - Let her do it. Relax!

(soulful pop music playing)

(laughing)

Dude!

(laughing)

For sure not a lesbian. - What did you say to her?

Nothing, just put on the moves.

If you hit on her like that, I'd have turned you down too.

It's called self-confidence.

You could've asked if she knows of any queer events.

- What events? - Queer.

Dude, I'll do it. - No.

Do it! I'll watch. - Yeah? Fuck you.

(Jazz giggles) Ugh... Oh, my God!

(Jazz) Queer events. - Yeah!

Uhm... Excuse me. I have a question. - Hi.

Do you know any queer events around here?

Yeah, sure. Like what?

Can you recommend something?

(chuckles) Okay. What do you want to go to? A reading, or a gig?

A party or a performance?

A party. - I mean, anything in particular?

More like INTA or FLINTA?

Darkroom, ballroom, poly?

Uhm... So...

Think about what you want to do and then let me know.

I'll hook you up. - Yeah, okay.

Have a good night.

(cheering) (giggling)

(Jazz) Yo, Hajra! What's the word?

(trills lips) No friggin' clue! - (Fanta) About what?

She definitely knows a lot about those events.

Did you figure out if she was into chicks?

Dude, no idea! Maybe it's a combination of things.

But I didn't get anything.

Oh, wow! Thank you. Thank you.

I couldn't recognize a single word!

Alright, Fanta.

Come on, Fanta! - Not now! Let's go.

(Hajra) Yes, yes! - Up, up and away!

(music stops playing)

(breathing uneasily)

(knocking on window)

Habibi , what are you doing here?

Didn't feel like partying. I'd rather cuddle with you.

Yes. Come in. Of course you can sleep here.

Shhh!

(loud bang) Hey! Shhh!

Here... (Rasaq giggles)

You walk like a grandma.

Okay, slide over

(giggling)

(Rasaq) You stink again! - Yallah.

(inhaling heavily) You smell like a flower.

(Rasaq) Ouch.

Did it hurt?

Hey... Sorry about how things went down at dinner.

I was so excited to see you. I just didn't think about it.

No, I'm sorry.

I don't know anymore. My baba is being super cautious.

He's right, dude

You can barely walk and I'm babbling on about a store tour. It was dumb.

Tell me honestly now. How are you?

I'm okay.

Though I didn't think everything would take such a long time.

I just wish everything could be like it was before.

Except with Hatam.

(chuckles)

My table had one of those quote calendars,

Mm-hmm. - It was on the night stand.

You know the kind, right? - Yes, the worst.

With these super cheesy sayings. - They are the worst.

Do you know what was on it?

No. What? - It said that...

"There are some things in life you just have to end."

(Rasaq laughs)

But it's true. - Yes, it is, wallah!

It is.

(speaking in Arabic) I missed you so much.

(speaking in Arabic) I missed you too.

(kissing)

The others don't know what they're missing.

Cuddling's way better than sex.

Shhh! - Sorry.

Sorry. (giggling)

(kissing)

(song: "Woman" by Jadu Heart)

(music intensifies)

(Fanta's mom) Fanta!

Fanta! Breakfast! (music stops abruptly)

Yeah, I'm coming.

(Fanta's mom) I need to get chairs, cabinets, mirrors...

And I'll open my barbershop. - Morning.

Good morning. - Good morning. Good news!

(Fanta) What? - I was at the garage.

Mm-hmm. -The location is perfect.

Bigger than the others. I can set up a nice little corner.

And Pastor Joseph collected 2,500 euros for me to start up!

(squeals excitedly) Crazy. He doesn't do that for church.

(Fanta's mom) Come. Sit down and eat. - I'm not hungry.

But these are banana pancakes!

I would, but I don't have an appetite. - Are you in love?

(Fanta) Uh-uh.

My baby is in love!

(Fanta groans) No! - (Fanta's mom) What's his name?

Who's he? - (Fanta's mom) Him.

There's no one. - Nobody at the hostel?

Nobody. It's just my workplace.

When I worked in the hotel, the hotel was...

Here comes the story. Close your ears.

(kissing) - (Fanta) No, no, no.

What's my son-in-law's name? - Oh, stop it!

What does he look like? - Stop it.

Yeah, I'll stop when you sit down to eat.

Ah! Okay.

Hey, you want a flyer? It's awesome.

Want a flyer? Nice flowers.

Hey, you want a flyer? (phone chimes)

TONIGHT 8 P.M., SAVAGE LABEL PARTY. INVITATION WILL BE SENT OUT VIA EMAIL.

And then I saw Andrew making out with some dude.

No!

But my bladder was bursting, so I went straight in.

Dude, in the ladies room? - Yeah.

I drank too much.

(Fanta) What... I thought...

Have they already sold? - Yeah, I told you.

(man speaking in Turkish)

Hello.

Hey. - (man continues to talk)

Jazz. What's up?

(Jazz) I'm invited to a label party by the music video people!

You're kidding. - Mate?

I can bring guests. You in? - Hell yeah, we're going.

Is there free booze? - Free drinks?

Yeah! Duh! - Then yes.

(Fanta) Let's meet beforehand.

(men speaking in Turkish)

(Fanta) Okay. Bye.

Fanta, I think Ali's at the checkout. - What Ali?

The guy I hit over the head with the bottle.

As if! - Go look, man.

(Ali shouting in Turkish)

Okay. Yeah.

Shit, man. Let's go. - No, chill. He just went out.

Give me the stuff. I'll buy it.

Hey! - (man) Hey.

There.

3.60, please. - (Fanta) Mm-hmm.

This the grand opening for you? - Yeah.

Nice.

Is this your store?

You can say that.

Thought it belonged to the guy over there.

Oh, that's my father.

We had another store until recently. - Ah-ha.

Then he closed it. Now he doesn't work and he's a pain in my ass.

He fucks you up? - 100 percent.

The gum's on the house. - (Fanta) Thank you.

There's 50,000 stores around here. Let's go somewhere else.

(Fanta) I told her. - That's not the point.

You're always fucking your head up.

Always creating problems for yourself. You do the same with Yusuf.

Told her that too.

(Jazz) Ah! - Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Okay, we'll look for a new store. But, first, come to the party.

Yeah, come on. - I'm not in the mood.

Then we'll get you in the mood. - Just go without me.

Okay. We'll stay here. - Yeah.

We're staying here. - No. This is a big deal for you.

Connections and stuff. - Not in the mood anymore.

Jazz, for real! Fanta did your hair so nice. Get your ass there!

Okay. You sure?

Yeah! - Sure?

Yeah, very.

Okay. Ready? - I'm done.

Hawaiian pizza's in the fridge.

(girl) Really? For a bottle of vodka? - (girl 2) Come on, man!

(man) That's not the point. - (girl 2) We were here last week.

That can't be. We just opened today. - So what, dude?

(girl2) He'd remember us. - (girl) Do we really look 14 to you?

(man) That's not the point. Feel free to grab a coke.

(girl) Drink some Coke yourself!

This how you're gonna treat your customers?

(man) I can't. - This is no way to run a business.

(man) Not without your ID. - (girl 2) We are over 18!

I could get arrested! - Tell my parents I'm not 18.

(girl 3) We just want some drinks! - (man) I'm sorry.

(girl 2 scoffs) - (girl) So? We forgot our ID!

(man) It's nothing personal. - (girl) Feels pretty fucking personal.

(man) Are you even listening? - Take these. Three cokes.

Ring it up. - (man) 4.50, please.

(girl) Here. - (man) Thank you.

(girl, annoyed) Yeah!

50 cents back. Have a wonderful evening.

(girl 2) Thanks.

Oh, hey! Aren't you Sammy's sister?

Uhm... Yeah?

Nice. What are you up to? What you got there? Soda?

Yeah, so? - You have eyes. And?

So why are those shots in your pocket? - What shots? I don't have any.

(Hajra) You don't? - No, I don't.

You wanna check again? - What's your problem?

Pull your hand out. - I don't have to.

You don't? - No.

How about we call your brother?

Say hi to Sammy for me. - (Sammy's sister) Yeah, yeah.

Badass. - You can't let them distract you.

It's a standard trick. - Ah. Got it. I'm a total newbie.

We just opened today. - Yeah.

You were here this morning, weren't you? With your friend.

Mm-hmm. - I remember.

So, what do you want?

That's it?

Yeah. - Hey, hey.

It's on the house.

Okay. Sick.

Hey, what's... What's your name?

Uhm... Hajra.

I'm Can. Nice to meet you.

See you around, yeah?

(Jazz) You sure about the lip? - Yeah, man. Go like this. Mwah, mwah.

Too red? It is. - Sick. It's really sick.

My shoes are killing me already. - You look so hot. You can do this.

(rap music playing)

(Fanta) Crazy. Check that out. - (Jazz) Nice.

Okay, let's hit the bar first. - (Fanta) Yes!

(bartender) Hi. - Hi.

Four Pfeffis.

See that bastard anywhere? - What bastard?

Keil.

I do not wanna see that man.

Bitch, fuck him. This is your night.

The invite said these are free? - Yeah. Open bar

Okay.

(giggling) (coughing)

Holy shit! Ugh!

Is Savas here? - He's in the VIP section.

Okay, nice.

(Fanta) Hi! - Hello, ladies.

(Jazz) Hey. - Your invitation?

(Jazz) Here.

Yep. That looks good. And the QR codes.

Uhm... I don't have a QR code.

(bouncer) I could check the list? - Yeah. Jessica Staupe.

(Fanta) Plus one. - Okay.

Tsch...

Okay, look for "Jazz". J-A-Z-Z.

Sorry, you're not on it. No code, no entry.

Not possible. I was in Savas' video. - Step aside.

(Jazz) Mario invited me. - What about him?

Can you go get Savas or Mario? Tell them Jazz is outside...

Listen up. You can do your thing out here,

but without your code, no VIP. Now, step aside.

Did you hear me? I was in Savas' music video.

Bring him here, he'll tell you who I am...

Come up. - ...we can clear this up.

Seriously? - (bouncer) Have a good night.

I heard you. Now have a good night.

Okay. Keep ego tripping. Next week, you'll regret it.

You'll be out of a job. I don't have a code? You won't have employment!

Mm-hmm. - (blows a raspberry)

Your QR code?

What the fuck? Are we going? - Yeah, man.

No!

Hey, Can. - Hey!

I need to talk to you about something.

Funny. I wanted to talk to you about something.

Oh, yeah? - Yeah. But you go ahead.

No, you. - No, ladies first

No, you go right ahead.

I don't know how to ask this... I've been thinking about yesterday.

I thought it so cool how you handled the situation.

Like, it was just so real! So, uhm...

This might sound a little weird, but are you maybe looking for a job?

Because, I could really use some help and...

I don't wanna pressure you. Just think about it.

Yeah. Cool. - Get back to me whenever.

Cool.

Now, what were you going to say?

I was actually gonna ask you that.

Yeah? - Yeah.

Huh! Wow! That's wild. - Yeah.

Uhm... So, you wanna?

Yeah. - Yeah! Cool.

When can you start?

Then you put in two euros and press "plus".

Then "subtotal", put in... You put in the amount you get.

Let's say he gives you 10, or she does.

Then you press return and it shows you the exact amount of change.

Mhm. The total, what I get. - Mm-hmm.

Then... "subtotal" gives total! - Bam.

Juices and 1.5-liter bottles you put on either the very bottom or the top,

'cause people usually get 'em in the supermarket. It's store psychology.

Tamam. - Tamam. Wanna help me out, or what?

Mm-hmm. - When you accept 50s,

you always have to check with this UV scanner.

Look. See those stripes here? - Oh, wow! The full pattern.

With fake ones everything is just neon. - Mm-hmm.

If you want to double check, look at it like this. This black stripe.

So, every store usually takes inventory. But we don't give a shit.

People don't steal from family businesses.

We only check twice a week to see what we're low on.

And then you have this list here and you order more from these guys.

Just call them up? - Exactly.

Okay. And what's that?

This is Schöller's new number.

Mario? It's Jazz. Hey. - (Mario) Hey, Jazz. Sup?

Weren't you at the party yesterday? - (Mario) Yes. I was in the back.

Oh! Okay. I wanted to go there,

but the retard at the door kept babbling on about a QR code.

I showed him the e-mail, but there was no attachment.

(Mario) That's correct. It wasn't missing.

Not everyone gets a QR code.

Normally, you wouldn't have even received an invitation.

Why wouldn't I have received an invitation to it... normally?

(Mario) The video comes out next week

and you're not in it anymore.

What do you mean I'm not in it?

(Mario) Due to the accident, we couldn't finish the shoot,

and what we had just wasn't enough.

I just expected more from you.

But you have to realize you aren't a professional dancer.

If you want to get ahead in this field, you should consider an education.

Eat shit.

(man) Hey there. - Yo.

(man) You're new. Is Can here? - He's meditating.

Give me the yellow ones there.

And the papers with the tips, please.

The long ones? - Exactly.

Got any gum? - Centershocks?

(man) Yeah, great

On the house. - Better than when Can's here.

You're a real one. - Just sayin'.

(girl, speaking in Spanish) What?

(speaking Spanish) Dude, no idea.

(in English) Do you speak English? - Hmm. Yeah! I do.

(speaking in Spanish) - Ah, quanta !

It's...

F... Five and a half.

Glutamate-free, additive-free, and preferably vegan.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Smurfs. - They always get stuck in my teeth.

I've got one of those pretzel things. - Gluten-free?

Puffed rice! I loved eating them as a kid.

But the dyes they put in there... - Just a few. Two.

How are there three colors then?

Pickled cucumbers and a beer to go with it.

Yeah, good combo. Ever tried cornichons with chili?

No, just a Nutella roll with pickles. - Wow, dude!

Want me to open it? - Yes, please. Go ahead.

Coconut extract. We also have a shampoo: Mystic Moments.

It's kinda... It smells a bit stronger.

I... I have a bit of...

Is it also itching your scalp? - Yes!

And some dandruff? - Yes!

It's secret, but I always use men's shampoo,

as there's not that conditioner in there.

Teşekkürler . - You're welcome, sister.

(phone vibrates)

(song: "Got a Feeling" by BONTI)

HAJRA: HEY, HABIBIS! WHAT'S UP?

I'M STUDYING. WHAT'S UP?

WE HAVE TO MEET UP LATER. I GOT SOME REALLY CRAZY NEWS.

AMAZING, AND I'VE GOT SOME REALLY SHITTY NEWS.

WTF, I HAVE NO NEWS AT ALL. BUT I'M IN... RAS, YOU?

HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH YOU GUYS???

CAN I BE EXCITED OR DO I HAVE TO BE SAD?

Hey, you sons of bitches.

Beer anyone? Huh? I'm over working at Can's.

AT CAN'S??? ALI'S SON CAN?

WHAT?

(in Arabic) Mom, Dad, I'd like to go out for a bit.

(in Arabic) Where to? With whom? - Hajra works at a late-night shop.

The girls are waiting for me.

Don't you need to rest?

(in Arabic) Come on. Let her go. She'll be careful.

Thank you, Mom!

I love you! See you tomorrow then.

(man speaking Arabic on TV)

I just don't get why you work here.

I don't get it either!

Wallah , so I wanted to come

to ask him if I could talk to his father.

And he straight up offered me a job.

Then he started showing me the works! - How random.

He starts to show me the whole store.

Everything. Cash register, this that, the crazy pineapple...

- Wallah , right away. - What?

He leaves you alone your first night? - Yeah. Don't ask me questions!

(giggling)

He just told me he had something important to take care of

and then, uhm... he just asked if I could cover.

Hey, wallah . - (Fanta) Okay.

Don't laugh, okay? - Here we go.

What? - But he... He kinda said, uhm...

he feels he can trust my energy or something.

(Jazz) That's weird!

He basically tossed me the key. " Yallah , here."

So now you have a real job?

Yeah! - A really real one!

Yeah, no more picking up trash.

So, drinks are on you? - No. I've got to mark everything down.

Every single... - Will he notice even notice?

No, Fanta! Don't you steal. - I'm just saying...

(Rasaq) To your job, bitch! - (Fanta) To your job!

(Rasaq) So great, habibi . - (Hajra) Shukran, habibi.

God damn! It's so hot, man.

(Fanta) Mmm. I know. (Jazz sighs)

Jazz, what was the shitty news from earlier?

Oh.... They cut me out of the music video.

(Fanta) What? Why? - What?

They said I'm not professional.

(Hajra) What? - (Fanta) Did they see your choreo?

It was absolutely sick!

Jazz was the sickest. - How could they?

It doesn't make sense.

Let's hear all about Zadie. What's going on?

Yeah... Look.

Dude, stop!

Yeah, she's just super cool, and...

I don't know. I'm just vibing with her and I hope she feels the same.

I don't know. Don't ask!

I'm never telling you anything again. - Guys, guys! I need to party now!

I can't. My baba's killing me. - (Hajra) I really can't.

I have to take care of the store. I'm on the clock until two.

Then let's party here.

(upbeat electronic music playing)

(giggling) (laughing)

(shouting) (Hajra) Hey, come and be in our video!

(cheering)

(music continues to play)

(cheering)

Hey, everyone! Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet!

Keep it down! - (Fanta) Keep it down!

(man) What's up?

(chattering)

Jesus Christ.

(man 2) This is lame. Fuck the cops! - Shh. Keep it down.

(Hajra) Was a bit too loud, huh?

(man 3) What is going...

(Hajra) We'll turn it down right away.

Okay. Alright. Yeah. Thanks

(man) What did he say?

(woman) I guess we're good. - (man) What's going on?

Party's over, guys.

(man 2) You serious? (grumbling)

Everyone out.

You heard her. - (Fanta) You guys have to leave.

(Rasaq) Keep it down. Just get out. - Go, go.

Come on. To the next store!

(cheering) (Hajra) Keep it down, guys.

Ciao.

(man 3) Ciao. - Ciao.

(giggling) (door slams shut)

(squealing) (Fanta) Crazy!

(Rasaq) Oh, my God. - Guys, that was sick!

(groans)

God.

Hey, Haj. You don't have AC?

No, we don't. - Hey, what kind of store has no AC?

(Rasaq) Make yourself a fan then. -Ah!

(groans) Fanta, close the cooler.

(Fanta) But it's so nice and cool. - Dude, the ice is melting!

Ras, where did you get that? - The Mickey Mouse magazine.

Put it back in there! - Fanta gave it to me.

(Fanta) What? I was here the whole time.

(Hajra) You can't just take it out! - (Rasaq) It's 2.50 or something.

It's super expensive. It's seven euro.

(Rasaq scoffs) Hey, guys. This is perfect.

It's not working. It's broken. - No, I swear. It's totally cold here.

A full-on draft. - Let me see.

Hey, something's really coming through.

(Hajra) Not possible.

See? - Told you so.

Make room. I want a turn. - Wait!

Come on! - Hey, move, Jazz!

You've been standing there for ages!

No! - Come on!

(loud cashing and banging)

Dude, there's no wall here. - (Fanta) Huh? Let me see.

I don't see anything. - (Hajra) There's no wall? Let me see.

Turn on you light.

(wind blowing)

(Rasaq) Is that a staircase?

Oh! It's a secret passage.

(Fanta) Let's move this away from the wall.

(Jazz) Holy shit.

(metal clanking)

(thudding)

What next?

(Hajra) We should check it out. - You sure?

I don't know, guys.

Come.

Hmm.

(Hajra) Wait, I've got the light.

(Fanta) Ugh! - (Jazz) Disgusting.

Yeah, it's a little wet.

You good? - Okay.

Okay. - Yallah .

(Rasaq) This is a shitty idea.

It's not. We're exploring. Adventure, man.

(Rasaq) What if someone's down there? - (Hajra) Come on.

(Jazz) There's no one there. It's an old war cellar or something.

(Fanta) Maybe there's a bunch of hidden Illuminati!

(Rasaq) Know how many people were raped in this fucking war cellar?

Look at the walls! How creepy is that?

(Jazz) This is so sick. - (Fanta) What is this?

(Jazz) That is absolutely humongous.

Dude... - Damn!

What is this? - (Jazz) The sickest shit.

(Fanta) There's even a car! - (Jazz) A pink car, man!

(Hajra) What's a car doing here?

In the war, they built the houses over it.

What war was it where they had pink cars?

(Hajra) Dude, look at these cages!

(Fanta) Like a fetish club or something.

It's like a BDSM dungeon. (laughing)

Guys.

(moaning sexily) (laughing)

Dude, over the top techno cave here. - (imitating a techno beat)

(Fanta) You think? - Yeah, dude. I mean, look at it.

Hey, yo. That's not bad.

What?

In fact, that's a great idea.

We can have our store parties here!

Yes! - The cops won't be able to hear us.

(Fanta) That's what I'm talking about! - No, dude. I can't do that.

I just started working here. We can't. If Can finds out...

Are you a believer in fate or not?

We were upstairs in the store. We fall through the fucking fridge!

Dude, this location? Look here.

I can already see the DJ booth. (imitating a techno beat)

Yeah! - (Jazz) I can already hear the beat.

And it's kicking! And these kinda dancers?

Hanging and dancing, like, bam! And behind the cage there's the bar.

(Fanta) I can imagine it. - Dude, Haj. You hear the beat?

I hear it, man! - Man, it's way too risky.

This illegal shit is too much and I'm still on probation.

Seriously, Haj, you know they're right.

We could do other para down here.

Without dirty business, without drugs,

without provoking the cops.

Yeah!

We invite people here. They can have a good time. They live their lives.

And we make cash without a guilty conscience.

And Can won't know anything about it. We'll clean it all up.

(Fanta) The money we can make! - For real!

Remember: Treat yourself? This can be your treat.

Yeah. No deal.

(Jazz) Haj...

Ras says so. What's wrong?

No, I still don't know, dude.

Hey, habibi ? You wanna do it too.

(laughing) (Rasaq) Who's makin' para ?

(laughing loudly)

Who's makin' para ?

We're makin' para . (screaming excitedly)

Who's makin' para ? - We're makin' para !

Who's makin' para ? - We're makin' para !

Who's makin'... (loud thud)

(Fanta) Goddamn! - (Jazz) Jesus!

Fuck.

Let's go. - (Jazz) Yeah, man.

Did someone follow us down the stairs?

Hello? - No, Haj. Don't go towards it.

No way!

(clanking)

Oh, Haj!

(distant ticking)

(ticking gets louder)

(Jazz) Dude, what is this?

(ticking intensifies, then stops abruptly)

(song: "Feeling Good" by Tatiana Williams, Josh Mobley, Walter Murphy)

Subtitles: Georgina Avgerinou-Panagiotou © 2023 VSI Berlin GmbH