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Let me summarize again.

Champagne reception.

Blinis, quiche, cured salmon
with pepper sour cream, gazpacho...

Oh no...

Leave out the gazpacho.
It's too much with the champagne.

-Oh.
-Salmon and gazpacho?

Too much garlic doesn't agree with me.

Let's start right with the main course.

-Your offer's quite steep anyway.
-It's not cheap.

-You're well into the upper range.
-Really? No.

I wouldn't say that.
I'm in the middle, average.

We could talk about a lighter appetizer.

-Would that be cheaper?
-Lighter.

Your photographer,
does he work or just graze the buffet?

-The...
-Photo magnets don't cost extra, right?

Photo magnets...

I'm not sure right now, but I'll check.

About the table decorations...

We don't need a fairy tale castle.

We've streamlined your budget three times,
but we can do it again.

Frankly, I like that idea.

Look, you have this wonderful room.
You're inviting 200 guests.

It's your wedding,
the most beautiful day of your lives.

-My second marriage.
-Third.

My wife. I'll just need to...
Jutta. Bad timing.

I'm in the middle of...
Me? No, you. You wanted...

-This is way too expensive.
-There's a draft in here too.

Where are you anyway?

Space? No.

No, that wasn't my idea.
Neither were separate bedrooms.

Jutta let's... Jutta?

-Werner.
-Mr. Salzmann? We don't see eye to eye.

How about a little imagination?
Also in the price range.

Let's rethink everything.

Yes, you're... absolutely right.

-Nobody needs appetizers.
-Right.

If we do away with the main course,
desserts don't make any sense either.

How about a wedding fast?
It's healthy and 100% carbon-neutral.

Or even cheaper, shared dining.
Everyone brings a dish.

Salad, pizza rolls, meatballs,
cheese hedgehogs,

the ever-popular cucumber crocodile,
soda and beer.

-For a delicious wedding beer mix.
-What the hell?

Vanessa, my niece,
makes nice ribbons out of crepe.

We'll tape them to the tables and chairs.

-Like a fairy tale castle.
-Why is he offended?

-I'm not offended.
-You are.

-Okay, that last bit...
-Let's go.

We'll be in touch.

But I'll inquire
about the photo magnets, okay?

I'll... let you know.

-Jutta?
- Dieter.

- I solved your financial problems.
-Klaus?

I'll come out to the palace.

-Klaus.
- Are you all right?

-Not so good.
- What's up?

All this haggling over prices
gets on my nerves so much.

-I can't take it anymore.
- You don't have to.

The magic words are "Yes, I do."

Klaus, wait a second, it's... Jella?

I'm driving over. The dishes aren't here.

What?

You need to drive out
in the espressomobile.

-Why me? Nabil was supposed to.
-He's already there.

Then call Flo,
tell him to come to the warehouse.

- Is he even awake?
-Wake him up.

Oh, Steve's filling in for Yuri.
He has an earache.

-Steve? No way. Why Steve?
- What's your problem with him?

The guy has no taste.
More of a bachelor party crooner.

Not a wedding singer.

Last time he made the birthday girl cry
and I got the blame.

-Wait a minute. Ursel?
- They delivered lamb.

-What?
-They delivered lamb.

Lamb? Why lamb?
We definitely ordered roast beef.

-Where are you?
- On the subway. My car's in the shop.

Wallet, money, it's all in there.
I don't have a cent on me.

What took you so long?
I've been here for an hour.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Nabil, what's up?

- Boss, the dishes haven't arrived.
-Thanks, I know.

Why didn't you pick up the espressomobile?

Oh right.

-I forgot.
-Oh, you forgot.

Well, then see you soon.

Flo, what are those pants?
You're going out in your pajamas?

-These aren't pajamas.
-You don't even get dressed to go to work?

They aren't pajamas.
They're for home or outside. Both.

Flo...

They're pajamas.

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Oh, I don't know.

Let's be honest. Is Jutta at your place?

-Why would she be at my place?
-She's your sister.

She's your wife!

IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE

-Clear the elevator.
-Do you guys hear something?

Crab Lady is back in the house!

Clear the way.

-We need to work.
-Another word and I'll clock you!

-What's going on?
-You'll clock me?

-I'm really scared now.
-Enough, Jella.

What a clown.
Just try it and I'll really smack you!

Are you nuts?

Dieter, you need to get a grip on her.

-She starts ragging on me every time.
-You're blocking the freight elevator.

Who told you to go in first?

We're breaking our backs on the stairs.
For what?

-Bite me.
-No one's going to bite anything.

Calm down and get to work.

-How?
-Guys, bring it all to the elevator.

-If you block that lift, I'll punch you.
-Now I'm scared.

You're such a loser.

I'm a loser?

You like her, right?

-I told you.
-Jella, you can't rant like this.

-Me?
-How often do I need to tell you?

-Dieter, that guy...
-You're my right hand.

He's not right in the head.
Really. Thinks he's a big shot.

Like he's playing in a stadium.
It's background music at a wedding.

Am I his assistant?
A little respect. Really.

-If someone talked to you like that...
-Yes, yes.

-I just can't deal.
-Yes, you're right.

Thanks.

Yuri was scheduled.
He's sick. Steve's filling in.

-Shit.
-Steve just happens to be...

Steve. So what do we do?

-Adapt.
-We adapt.

You want more responsibility,

to do an evening on your own.

You think I'm reassured
when I hear "bite me"?

-So what do we do?
-Adapt.

-And what don't we do?
-Bite.

-He's right. Dishes have arrived.
-Shut up.

See? You can do it.

MARCEL PHOTOGRAPHY
WEDDINGS AND PORTRAITS

You can't replace celluloid.
The grain, edges, depth of field...

Sure, digital's faster, but not better.

It lacks the sensuality.

Look, it's Gitta. The palace manager.

-Here.
-Are you taking the photos today?

No, I'm buying the palace.
I'm bringing the down payment.

Funny. Very funny. See you later.

Hold on.
Let me introduce you to Basti, my intern.

-Checking out the job. These are waiters.
-Head waiter.

-A little respect here.
-He's right.

They're Lothar and Sebi.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-I forgot how annoying he is.
-As soon as I see him, I remember.

Being social is important in this job.
That's why I'm so popular.

Always greet someone by their first name.
Puts them in a good mood.

Let's see... Two people at the bar,
four at the outdoor stations.

Sebi, Rütze, Jella.

Jella?

Jell... Gitta.

Nice to see you.

-How's it going?
-Fine.

Good. Very good.

Very, very good.

-A Rütze called, he's not coming today.
-Oh, again? Thank you.

-Everything on schedule?
-Absolutely.

The core group is still at lunch in town.

-They'll join later.
-I know.

Speaking of which... where's Marvin?
I haven't seen him today.

-Me neither.
-If he were here, we would've seen him.

Nabil always says things you already know.

Ursel, what about Mirko?
I never know if he's here or not.

-I saw him.
-Good.

He was here, but Jella sent him home.

Jella? Where is she?
Nabil, could you please check on Jella?

Jella!

And burst Dieter's eardrums
in the process. Good idea.

Will do. Jella!

- Jella!
-And these are our two dishwashers.

Nice guys, from... Greetings, Tarek.

-Hello.
-This is Basti.

-Use his name.
-Hi, Tarek.

-Hello, Basti.
-What was your first name again?

Fawad Souq Al-Hamidiyah.

-"Hello" will do.
-Hello, Fawad Souq Al-Hamidiyah.

-What's up?
-Did you send Mirko home?

-Yeah, sure.
-Why?

You sent me a message,
"Mirko's in the way!" Exclamation mark.

No, I wrote, "Mirko's on the way?"
Question mark.

You sent me "Mirko's in the way!"

Yes, here it is.

-I was also puzzled.
-Jella, I know what...

Why does it say that? I don't understand.

-"Mirko's in the way!" it says.
-Yes, I see that.

-It keeps correcting my texts.
-Your texts are often confusing.

Last week, you wrote,
"Can you rake me tomorrow at 7?

Warm broken. Tanks."

I search for a comma and instead get
a stupid yellow sun with a winking eye,

vomiting or whatever.

-I'm short a waiter for tonight.
-Maybe not. I found a replacement.

-Very good.
-Uwe Oschmann.

-Bring him to me when he gets here.
-Will do.

But he won't work under the table.

Your face.

I was just joking.

-Did you all see his face?
-Funny.

Very funny.

Yes?

-Am I interrupting?
-No, come in!

Good. Hello.

Here's the contract for today.

-Why didn't you get back to me?
-Dep...

-Deposit, insurance.
-We wanted to go out for dinner.

-I was looking forward to it.
-Yeah...

It's not a must. We want it to be fun.

-Of course.
-Boss.

There's a Klaus outside.

In an ugly sweater.

Oh. Then I just have to...

You like Dieter, don't you?

Klaus, my clients
are getting worse and worse,

energy prices, inflation,
and my marriage is over.

And then two years of Covid on top.

Salmon.

150% more expensive in one year. I...

I can't do it anymore.
I don't want to anymore.

-You don't have to.
-I'll be 58 tomorrow. "I don't have to"?

I've been trying to tell you all morning.
Someone wants to buy the company.

Seriously?

-How much?
-A lot. I want to make it worth my while.

They're coming tonight
for a drink and a look around.

You can talk then.
What's going on with Jutta?

Been visiting at a friend for a few days.
For six weeks.

Not on the lawn!
The torches along the path!

Along the gravel path, over there!

I need to go.

Gabriele Totti is coming tonight.

Tell her to send me a text,
I'll meet her later.

-Thanks.
-Nothing can go wrong tonight.

We'd set up the banquet hall,
tablecloths, silver,

porcelain, flowers, everything.

The buffet's set, and what did we notice
as we were about to start?

-Know what we noticed?
-No, tell me.

-We're celebrating the birthday of a dog.
-The dog's.

-Exactly.
-No, "the dog's". Genitive.

-Pardon?
-You'd say "the dog's birthday."

Not "of the dog." It's wrong.

No way. He can ask
till he's blue in the face.

-I'm not wearing a wig.
-Sebi, calm down.

I'll talk to him, I'll explain.
It's all right.

-"All right"?
-Sorry, traffic.

So guys, what's up?
A little more spark, please.

Marvin, what's up with you?
You're always late. Why?

Sorry. I came straight from work.

A farmer demo was blocking the road
with liquid manure.

Then traffic was backed up on the A44,

just before the Meerbusch intersection...

Nice. People, step on it, will you?
It needs to run like clockwork.

Dieter, Lothar wanted to say something.

What is it, Lothar?

-Hello, Dieter.
-Hello, Lothar.

We've agreed...
Well, I can't really say that.

About the...

We decided that...

-Yes?
-We were just wondering...

-We asked ourselves why this evening...
-Tell him.

I'm doing that!

Basically, everything is fine.

And okay...

And that's it?

-Yeah.
-Great.

Get assembled, set the tables. And quick!

Sebi, could you please
take care of the torches?

-Yes.
-Look alive, people.

Great job. Crystal-clear statement.
Thanks, Lothar.

Do you see a moat behind you?
Good. Stay there.

Wait. I'll be right there.

Sorry.

-Uwe, hey.
-Jella, hi.

I told you to shave.
You said, "No problem."

You didn't shave. Don't you own a mirror?

I do, but not a razor.

I borrowed one from my uncle.

I got a shirt from a work colleague.

I'm putting my ass on the line.
I sent a waiter home to get you this.

Even if you're my sister's boyfriend,
at least you could...

arrive here on time
looking neat and showered.

I wanted to.

So how does it work here?
How much do I get?

Nothing for the first three nights.
It's my commission.

The face.

-A hundred an evening.
-Really? Cool.

Now find somewhere
to change your clothes and shave.

What did you want to tell me before?

I had clients, I couldn't talk.

-Dieter. Dieter!
-If we...

Yes.

-We have a huge problem.
-What's that?

The seating plan.

The names of the tables, we can't do this.

-That's a huge problem?
-Yes, it is.

These are all love poems by Goethe.

And on this side, there's this table.

-"The Triumph of Love."
-Schiller.

It's a poem by Schiller, not Goethe.

'Tis love that smilingly
Peers forth from nature's blissful eye

Schiller, Goethe... It doesn't matter.
What's the problem?

All the other poems are by Goethe.
Only this one isn't.

It's by Schiller. I know.

What are we going to do?
You enter here and...

Flo... It's the seniors' table.
It doesn't matter.

No, it does matter!

How are people
supposed to find their way around?

-It's chaos. A bit of meaning in life...
-Florian, calm down.

Calm down.

Go back now, give the tables some meaning
and we'll tick it off the list together.

-Okay? Will you do that?
-I will.

Good.

The nightingale already warbled

The first song of love

Please leave a message.

-Schiller.
- That's wonderful. Beautiful.

Everything will be all right, Florian.

Every location is different,
and finding the right spot takes feeling.

Shit.

Marcel, you're in the way. You see that.

-Yes, but the spot's good.
-Get your crap out of there. Thanks.

Did you see that?

I make her nervous. As a man.
You saw that, right?

-No.
-But I do.

Oh, it's you stinking up the place.

-Cotton candy?
-Candy apple.

-Marcel.
-Basti, say hello to Mr. Salzmann.

-Hello, Mr. Salzmann.
-Hello.

Marcel, you can't stay here.

Basti, go and see what they're doing
back there and then come right back, okay?

I'm training interns now too.

I know I owe you 200. I haven't forgotten.

I'm a bit short at the moment.

I've heard.

You're the only one who still calls.

-And I won't be around forever.
-What do you mean?

-Nothing.
-Are you sick?

Listen, do you charge extra
for photo magnets?

Never mind.

Ursel? What's with the strawberry cake?
It's not on the menu.

Strawberry cake?

That's sweet, really.

But birthday serenades and candles
aren't really my thing.

-I didn't know it was your birthday!
-No one's supposed to know.

-No, really. All the best.
-It's not until tomorrow.

Don't. Don't. Why are you hugging me?

The others are thinking,
"Look, they're hugging."

How old will you be? 60?

-I need coffee.
- What does he want?

Just to meet you. Get a grip.

-I told him you're experienced.
-Really?

Dieter?

This is Uwe, who's filling in for Mirko.

Uwe, this is Mr. Salzmann.

-Hello. Jella said you're experienced?
-Yes.

-In service.
-And where?

Where have you worked?

Steakhouse... Steak.

And can you fillet, carve, serve fish?

Fish? Yes.

It's only meat today anyway, no fish.

Too bad.

Lothar should look after him.

The sideburns are borderline.
Get rid of them.

-At the steakhouse...
-And you shouldn't sleep in your shirt.

That's what I told him. I told you that.

-Yes?
- It's me.

- Lothar.
- I'm in the courtyard. There's...

- Well, I...
-Spit it out.

-The groom is here.
-Already?

I don't know why either.

Tarek. Come with me.

I'm meeting the groom.
Get me out in five minutes. Got it?

What should I say?

It doesn't matter. Anything.

Come up with some pretext.
When you see us talking, come interrupt.

-What should I say? Why?
-Five minutes.

Lasse.

How nice. Congratulations.
I'm looking forward to the party.

-How was lunch?
-A mess.

Today of all days they have to run riot?

-Who?
-What time is it now?

Almost 4. Everything's under control.
Timing, flow, kitchen.

Quiet, I'm on the phone.

Yes. Keep me posted, okay?

-See you.
-Is everything all right?

No. Everyone's stuck in traffic.
The farmer demo.

Yes, the blockade on the street heading
west before the Meerbusch intersection.

-But...
-Are these the flowers?

Yes.
But from exit 29 on, it resolves itself.

I imagined them differently, somehow.

-Disappointing.
-I ordered what you emailed me.

-I WhatsApped you.
-What's what?

Here. My speech.

Wow. Are you sure it's not your memoir?

I'll let you work that into the flow.

I'll ask the band
to find the right moment.

I'm glad you're not
listening to me at all.

What's that?

-Is that Yuri?
-Yes.

No. There was a small change.

Yuri has an earache. It's nothing serious.
But Steve will lead the evening.

God, he's frightening.

-I told you, simple, chic, and elegant.
-Like Steve. Simple.

And elegant.

Unbelievable. Why didn't you inform me?

-Hopefully it's not going to rain.
-No, it'll pass.

-Mr. Dieter?
-Jesus. What? I'm talking. You see that.

-I don't have a pretext.
-Again? Sorry, I have to see to this.

Tarek, where were you?
I said five minutes, not an hour.

-I don't have an pretext.
-Take this to the stage.

Go on.

Steve.

Steve, stop yelling.

Ludger!

I'm just warming up.

It's warm enough. Just a reminder,
keep it simple, chic, and elegant.

-Simple?
-Yes, and chic.

Okay. Got it.

Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,
Zephyr hastes her steps to meet...

Where's your tuner?

Man, bring your own stuff.

Oh, is this mic on?

Did you set that table?

Florian?

-Florian Seifert?
-I don't believe it.

Leonie. Leonie Doll.

-How long has it been?
-I don't know. Maybe two, three years.

On October 15th, it will be three years.

-Don't tell me you're from Lasse's family.
-I am.

I mean, a distant relative.

You suddenly disappeared
off the face of the earth.

-Right after our class trip to...
-Weimar.

Weimar.

Where were you?

I started working for a...

an NGO, "Better Africa."

Then I spontaneously went on a mission
to Senegal with them.

To set up a school project in Tambacounda.

-I tried to reach you a few times, but...
-You tried to reach me?

-Me?
-Yes.

Yes.

Remember Ms. Meisenzahl,

math and chemistry?

She claimed she saw you.

At the supermarket.

In your pajamas.

Me? In pajamas?

No, that wasn't me, of course.

I was in Senegal.
There are no supermarkets there.

Honeybug, you haven't changed yet.

We're taking photos. You need to change.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Florian.

From Lasse's family.

What the hell is that?

Will you hurry up, please?
I don't believe this.

I need to...

Listen, what are...

Hi.

Everything okay with you two?

And you don't notice anything?

Take another look. It's simple.

-We weren't finished yet.
-This is nicer.

Regular spacing.

Think a little bit.

And Uwe, that's not enough. Do it again.

So how's "The Triumph of Love"?

Did you throw out Schiller? Makes sense.

Hello! Hello.

Top. Thanks, guys.

-Had to warm up. Hi, I'm Steve.
-Hello.

I'm the groom.

And I'm not at all happy
with this last-minute change.

There's no big screen on your stage.

No screen, that's right.
You should've booked the pro set.

Then it's automatically included.

-So it's my fault now?
-Absolutely not.

Tonight I want it simple,
chic, and elegant.

-Simple, chic, and arrogant. You got it.
-Listen, friend.

This is my wedding, not spring break.

I don't want a musical chairs,
a bride abduction,

a conga line or any of that crap.

We don't do conga lines on principle.
That's 80s cheese.

Good.

-And these were on all the tables here.
-My flyers. Stylish, huh?

Dispose of the others too.
Get rid of that trash.

-Well, "trash" is a bit...
-Thank you.

-Dieter, we're ready.
-Okay.

Fire them up. Let's go, everyone!

-Every time we have an event here...
-It's the band.

They use too much power. Worse then Yuri.

"Than Yuri." It's comparative.

"Then" indicates
a past or subsequent event.

It's comparative.

-I'll check the fuses in the cellar.
-Should I come?

No, you stay here.

I need you here for... so you can...

-I can come with you.
-Guys!

-Power's out. No more power.
-Oh really?

-Yes?
-Right.

-Noted.
-Ehreshoven Palace.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

Pose. And take up space!

-And let's go. And attitude!
-Attitude!

Two. Three. Three!

-Two.
-Three and derrière.

And stop!

And pose!

Two. Three. Two and three.

-Three.
-Amazing!

-Attitude devant .
- Devant .

-And derrière .
- Derrière .

And stop.

And fly!

-Was I good?
-Great!

I really need to smoke less pot.

Dieter, the lights are back on.
Everything's bright again.

Steve? Suggestion.
Just so it doesn't happen again.

I'll tell you when we fire up the ovens.
Then seat everyone.

Okay, got it.

Thanks.

Or the other way around.

I'll let you know when everyone's seated
and then you fire up the ovens.

My set is arranged. Playlist, transitions.
I don't just play random stuff.

We don't just do random stuff
in the kitchen either.

When we're done,
the plates have to come out. Pronto.

-When I'm in the flow, I'm in the flow.
-You do cover songs.

So people get drunk and dance!

Let's be clear. When I fire up the ovens,
you send the guests to the table!

-When I'm in the flow, I'm in the flow.
-I don't give a shit where you are!

Move aside for a second.

Yes, it's good. I like it.

Uwe? Uwe.

Uwe!

Mr. Oschmann! Go get the flutes.

Flutes... I'm on it.

Very nice. Great.

Uwe? What are you doing?

I need these flutes.

Come with me.

Nice pose as well. Really great.

Yes. And smile.

We're staying loose.
We're having fun. Yes.

Beautiful. Not too much. Not too much.

Yes! That's it.

Great. Yes, beautiful.
What's going on here?

Get rid of her. That old lady
is in the middle of my picture!

That's my mother!

-Mommy, could you please?
-Yellow to the side.

Of course.

Good.

Yes, and... oh, that's sweet.

That's really, really...

We won't be friends at this rate.

But I'm the mommy.

Congratulations. Suggestion.
You do mommy, I'll do photos.

Okay.

Let's keep going. Fine, that's...

I won't say it again.

It was all better before.
We got the same food as the guests.

It was an unwritten law.
But now? Look at this.

-I'll have a word with Dieter.
-If you don't want it, I'll take it.

People who take cell phone pictures suck.

-But a lot of people do that.
-I don't care. All of them suck.

-You stink.
-Candy apple.

Tell us about your work before Germany.
Everyone wants to know.

What was your profession?

Music. In Raqqa.

-Nice.
-All of us.

El-Forad Orchestra.

Great. Did you guys go to college?

Nabil, what's this supposed to be?

-Food.
-I see that. Okay, where's Jella?

Jella!

...is not available right now.

Please leave a message.

Jutta.

I'm a bit unsure
whether you're getting my messages.

Probably not, because the mailbox is full.

Sometimes I think you don't answer
when you see my number.

I wanted to call anonymously, but I
don't know how to set it up. What is it?

Mr. Dieter, I wanted to say that...

Tarek, I'm on the phone.

Oh God. That's sweet. Yeah, never mind.

Besides, it's not until tomorrow.

-What do you want?
-Mr. Dieter, free on Tuesday. Please.

I move Tuesday. My wife, my daughter.

Come from Syria. To Germany.
Finally family.

-Really?
-Yes.

That's wonderful.

Of course you can take the day off.

Steve, look around!
You're the only one getting upset.

-Let it out.
-An extra sausage for the little weenie.

-Always the diva.
-Listen.

Our contract says we eat the same
as the guests and not some plastic food!

-Rock star. Steve and the Cover Clowns.
-He's right.

-What?
-It's in his contract.

-Well, I wouldn't know that.
-Enough!

-He...
-Leave him alone for once, please.

Miss, five of the lamb
and a cup of tea, thanks.

Don't you dare "miss" me.

-You like him, don't you?
-Shut up.

You... We make dreams come true.

And today we give
Leonie and Lasse their dream.

This evening will be the highlight
of their lives together.

This is our gift to them.

The unforgettable memory
of the most beautiful day of their lives.

But only if we work as a team.

Without tension. In harmony.

With respect.

Please agree
on who needs the power and when.

You can't use it at the same time.
We don't want chaos.

-Especially today.
-What's today?

Nothing. Any questions?

Good.

-Come on, Lothar.
-Tell him.

-No, it's all right.
-I'm listening.

-Do it.
-Come on.

Thank you, Lothar.
Anyone else? What is it?

I wanted to ask
if we really need to wear this.

That was my question too.

The wigs are the worst. You don't know
who wore them before. It's unhygienic.

We need to think about health and safety.

For reasons of hygiene,
no wigs in my kitchen.

Dieter, you know that.

The health aspects...

-They itch the whole time.
-It's gross.

-Taste good?
-Ladies and gentlemen!

-Does it taste good?
-Silence!

You all knew about the wigs
from the beginning.

At least until dessert.

Besides, I'm pay each of you
47 euros extra.

For 47 euros, I'll put a squid on my head.

On Rondò Veneziano night,
the masks and feathers stressed us out.

That's right. The masks and feathers.

They stressed us out on...

Veneziano night.

Rondò.

Okay.

If you have to force yourself
to put a wig on, don't do it.

-No problem.
-Thank you.

Just change into your clothes
and go home. Unpaid.

-Dieter.
-For all others, guest reception in five.

In the park with a wig.
Any questions? Off you go.

Shit.

Come on, Nabil.

Canapé?

Everything's fine.

Lothar.

-You'd look good in anything.
-It was a smart idea.

Enjoy.

No.

The tuna's smothered in soy sauce.
Too bad.

Why don't you go see
if they have oysters today?

You have nothing else to do
but graze the buffet?

Taste test. No big deal.

Are there oysters today?

-Excuse me?
-Are there oysters?

-No.
-Cheers!

-Go and set up your stuff.
-I did, but nobody's coming.

Oh, so you thought,
"Okay, I can devour Dieter's canapés."

Dieter, that's really unfair.

No oysters today.

Get to work.

And put on a sports coat.
You look like hell.

Beautiful smiles.

Wonderful.
Exactly, just like that, please.

Again, please. That was so nice.

Yes. That's nice too. Really nice!

Yes. Yes.

Here, take this. I have to go.

-Excuse me?
-Oh. A canapé?

Yes, I'd love one.

-What's that red dot on the pickle?
-No idea. Give it a try.

Mommy, come. Photo!

And now, please concentrate.
And behind me, please...

This way, please.

Enough!

-Jella!
-Come on, Uwe.

I feel sick.

-You can explain this, right?
-Yes.

A stupid accident.
I get bumped, stumble into a guest,

he drops his phone and... you can ask him.

I have to pee.

-Pull yourself together!
-I will.

-That sports coat doesn't work.
-You wanted it.

Yeah, sure. It's my fault.
Is it the rookie's?

-Give it back to him.
-Right.

You wanted it!

Just before the main course,
I'll signal you. Go to the mic and say,

"I want to thank someone
who made an invaluable contribution today.

A man without whom this evening
wouldn't have been possible in this form."

The lights dim, chilled-out music.
The guests stand up. More embellishment.

-But discreetly.
-Then it's conga line, spring break time.

Just kidding.

And at the end, you say,

"We owe all this... to Lasse."

Will do. Who's Lasse?

That's me.

Isn't this just...?
How lucky we are with this weather.

-Aren't you...?
-Karsten.

Karsten, when was the last time we...?

I'm Florian. From Lasse's family.

-Oh really?
-You look enchanting.

Yes.

Oh, empty already.
I'll get us something else right away.

Get closer together.

-I know what you'll say.
-I'm not sure yet.

I couldn't help it.
Leonie was a teaching colleague.

What is your exact definition of work?

We went on a class trip to Weimar.

-Before my burnout.
-Florian.

-She scattered rose petals.
-Florian!

Yes?

-Did you notice her dress?
-Yes.

-And?
-She's getting married.

Doesn't mean anything. Emotionally...

Your emotional feelings don't matter.

-You can't say that.
-You. Huh?

"Emotional feelings." That's a pleonasm.

A repetition, a redundancy.

You have two choices.

Either you put your uniform and wig on
right away and get to work.

Or you put on your pajamas,

return to your shared flat
and watch distance learning programs.

-I found you!
-What was the first?

-I've been all over.
-What's up?

-Catastrophe.
-What?

Come with me. Now.

-I choose the second option. I'm leaving.
-The exit's over there.

Gastrointestinal virus.
Tom, Chucky, Aaron.

All of them.

-Chucky, what's the matter?
-My stomach.

-Can you play at all?
-Lying down, but I get cramps standing up.

The lamb in the freezer truck is rancid.
The sun's been beating down on it all day.

The choreographer, pyrotechnicians,
your musicians...

Everyone who ate lamb is sick.

The others
who ate "plastic food" are fine.

-What about you?
-I never eat before singing, I drink tea.

What am I supposed to do now?

I have a backup singer, she's doing 5-to-2
fasting, and Micky on bass, he's vegan.

I can't entertain 200 people with a vegan.

Just put on records, sing along
and the musicians can...

pretend they're...

Oh no, guys. This is disgusting.

I took a look around
the alleged crime scene.

The freezer truck was unplugged
and the door was open.

Oh God. Fuck.

It's also clear that the plug
was pulled intentionally.

This cable was hanging from the outlet.

Dieter.

Oh, there they all are. Everything OK?

-Hello.
-Fine.

-Shall we get started, then?
-Absolutely.

Let's get going. Huge appetite.

How are we going to feed them?

-Anchovies.
-Anchovies.

-Defrost and bake them and out they go!
-Get to it!

Djamal, put Volker on, please.

Then think of some pretext.

Never mind. Thanks anyway.
I'll find a solution. Yes. Good evening.

Why are we coating them with egg?

Breaded anchovies,
last resort in an emergency.

-Puff pastry sticks to your stomach.
-Anchovies are mega-salty.

So you drink soda water
and bloat up like a puffer fish.

-And that's good?
-They'll be stuffed for two hours.

Yes, a wedding. 150 guests. Thank you.

It's Volker. He has an Elvis tribute
tonight and can help us out.

-Come with me.
-Boss. The lamb smells strange.

Really.

Steve, sing for as long as you can, then
get the groom on stage for his speech.

-That gives us an hour.
-Got it.

Jella, make sure enough anchovies go out
till I get back.

-Got it.
-Synchronize watches.

-You're such a moron.
-Why do you always have to...?

Stop it. I want you to get along now.
Shake hands.

I'm waiting.

-Not convincing.
-It's enough.

-I shook her hand.
-And now a hug.

-No.
-Right away.

We're one team. Harmony, damn it. Respect!

There you go. That's better.

That's teamwork.
I see harmony, respect, solidarity,

equal footing...

Hello?

Jella?

Dieter? I was lucky enough
to hear about the anchovy thing.

You need me, here I am. Family.

That's sweet, but I can manage on my own.

If I don't need anything, I'll call you.

-What's up with you two?
-Who has the key?

Tarek, come with me.

Dieter!

She suddenly stood in front of me
with rose petals, like an apparition.

You can't drive. You're a nyctalops.

-What am I?
-Night blind.

What the hell? What are you doing?

Nothing. What...

Nothing at all. Leave me alone.

Now, out with it!

Don't forget, an anchovy and soda water!

Ladies and gentlemen, dear guests,
may I have your attention for a moment?

I'd like to greet someone with you.

But not just anyone. No.

An extraordinary person,
generous and worldly,

without whom we wouldn't be able
to experience this grandiose evening.

He's a visionary, yet humble.

Please join me
in giving thunderous applause

to the man of the evening, your host.

Lasse!

Come to me, Lasse!

No!

-Lasse!
-Now stop it.

-Please.
-What an asshole.

-Come on up here!
-I didn't expect this.

Honeybug, I love you.

The man of the hour! I see him.

-My wife!
-Lasse! Lasse!

-Salmonella?
-No, not right now.

-Lasse!
-Hey. Hello!

-The man with the master plan.
-This is nuts.

It's Lasse-man!

Lasse, come to Stevie!

Or we'll form a conga line.
Come over here.

Lasse! Lasse-man. The man of the hour.

We're not on a first-name basis.
I'm not Lasse-man either.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

HOTEL EXCELSIOR
GARAGE ENTRANCE

Volker, thank you.

You know Tarek.

Florian, my brother-in-law.
He works for me sometimes.

Why is he wearing pajamas?

If I were to allow
my feelings to run freely today...

Those of you who know me also know
I'm rarely the plaything of my emotions.

So if I were to really, really
let myself go today, then...

I'd have to tell you...

I love you!

All of you equally,

so no one is disadvantaged.

Hurry up, brother.

That one's kind of weird.

Yeah. But harmless.

He used to be a teacher,

but he became depressed.

And now he has a crush on the bride.

What are you guys talking about?
Are you badmouthing me?

-No, I told Djamal you're a good teacher.
-How sweet.

-I was. I was a good teacher.
-Yes.

Why is he wearing pajamas?

He claims they're not just pajamas.

You're talking about me.
I don't know Arabic, but I got "pajamas."

I couldn't. All I have to do is think
about retirement and I'm depressed.

Won't you miss the stress?

No, I can't really imagine that.

-What does your team say?
-Volker, they drove me crazy today.

Of course they did. You're a family.
But when things gets tough, they're there.

It was a real riot today.

Know why? The lords and ladies
didn't want to dress up.

Grumbled, "We don't want to wear wigs."

The client wanted
the waiters as footmen today.

-The waiters?
-Yes.

Very good. Come with me.

What is it?

Help yourself.

Think again about retiring.

Grandpa is now
sitting up there on a tiny...

delicate cloud and is letting...

all the happiness in the world
rain down on us.

Please excuse me.

I didn't mean to get so emotional,
but today this is just all so...

I just got a classic Dieter text.

"On the way hack. See you moon."

-I got one too.
-Yeah.

Suggestion.

I'll let them dance a bit
so you'll have time.

When the kitchen is ready, give me a sign.

Then I'll lead them back. "Ladies
and gentlemen, please take your seats."

Don't worry about it. We'll adjust to you.

I'm not worried.

No, really.
If you're in the flow, you're in the flow.

-Finish your thing in peace.
-No.

-You first. A little sign and...
-No, there's no emergency now.

Thanks anyway, it's really nice.

Okay.

-Did you talk to Jutta? I can't reach her.
-Dieter, Dieter.

Why don't you finally let go?

Why? What are you trying to say?

Nothing. I just don't understand
why you two are still married.

Shall I tell you something?

No.

There they rest blissfully in peace

Tired and weary of an empty life

Loved, hoped, separated, divorced

It's the old, old song

-Rilke.
-Right.

At every party, there's a moment
when it gets brutally boring.

And that moment has arrived.
But I've got something for it.

-Aren't you going to ask me what it is?
-No.

Listen.

I see a woman
and ask myself if she's married.

Is she happy?
Would she like me to talk to her?

-Know what I mean?
-That's easy to find out.

What do you know? You're 16.

I have every dating app.
Every single one. Look.

Yes, but not "On the Spot."
It links all the portals in real time.

Geolocalized.

Say that again. What?

You can see if there's a woman nearby
who likes your profile.

Here in the tent, for example.

Yeah, but... why don't I have that app?

Let me have that.

Do it.

-Then I'll change?
-Don't forget the wig.

-How's it going?
-It's going. Everything's under control.

Whenever I become sad...

Only those of you who know Lasse
extremely well are aware of this...

Whenever I become sad, it's...

poetry

that catches me when I fall
and gives me back my strength.

It has often given me, and I'd even say
both of us, my little mouse, wings.

But for that,
you have to be prepared to take a chance.

-The good news first.
-The anchovies are a hit.

They're all puffed up.
And the groom's babbling them into a coma.

And the bad news?

-An old man choked on an anchovy.
-Oh God. What happened?

Yeah... dead.

Lying in the freezer.

...feel it and listen to yourself.
Do you hear that?

Your face!

Oh man. He's fine now.

Give it a rest.

-It's not funny. Not now.
-Sorry.

You become reconciled
with the world around you.

-Isn't he finished yet?
-In the words of my good friend Novalis,

"Baskets of flowers
exhaled their odors upon the table.

The wine danced about between the dishes
and the flowers, shook its golden wings

and formed many varied pictures
between the guests and the world."

In this spirit, dear friends,
let's celebrate life!

-I'd love one.
-A tasty treat.

Just one.

Thank you. Thank you.

Bravo!

-Cheers!
-Brilliant. Hats off.

Thanks. Why haven't
you served the main course yet?

It's about to start.
We didn't want to interrupt. It was so...

Yes.

-Not too long?
-On the contrary. You're so...

articulate.

Which passage did you like best?

All of it. Everything, actually.

Especially about the wine
and flower baskets.

That was... It was... art.

Oh! Greetings.

I think we have a problem after all.

There's a strange guy outside
taking photos.

-How often are you playing "gotcha" today?
-No. No joke. Look.

-Match.
-What?

Someone matched. She also wrote you.

-30-meter radius.
-Really?

-Show me her photo.
-She didn't share one.

Doesn't matter. Send her hearts.

-Even without a photo?
-Yes.

I wouldn't do that. That's not cool.

I'll send her a photo.
Could be her in the red dress.

Not cool.

Good evening.

Lothar, please tell Dieter
what you told me.

-No, it wasn't...
-Tell him!

-If we're out of luck, it could be bad.
-What? Lothar, out with it!

A friend of mine
works at Trattoria Franco.

They were inspected by the tax authorities
two months ago

at a golden wedding anniversary,
just like that.

Without prior notification?

They had to pay a fine.
About 40,000 euros.

Plus criminal charges. A lot of them
were working under the table.

I've heard they're doing more
spontaneous checks at receptions

because of social security and so on.
Real raids.

He sure looks like a tax investigator.

-Hey!
- Dieter!

-What's wrong?
-Let's bring him in.

-Dieter?
-Bravo, Lothar.

Now he'll die because of you.

Stop waving that thing around.

You haven't eaten all day.

-Then the stress. No one can stand that.
-And you're old.

-Probably just someone ending a shift.
-With a briefcase? At a wedding?

True, the briefcase could be a sign

that it's a covert operation
by tax investigators.

-How many are working under the table?
-I'm guessing about three or four.

People...

How many of you are working
under the table just this once?

-Here.
-Yeah, me too.

So many.

All of you with raised hands,
change clothes and mingle with the guests.

Inconspicuously, got it? Let's go.

There he is. I've been looking for you.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't touch that.

Well, where's the birdie?

That's right. And smile.
Oh, I'm vibrating.

There are hearts. It's a match.

Let's have a drink.

Young lady, could you bring us another?
Thank you.

I'd love to. Anything else?
Perhaps an espresso?

-Or the bill and a cab?
-No. Thanks, that'll be all.

This is Florian, by the way.

A former colleague of mine who also
happens to be part of Lasse's family.

A very, very distant relative.

-Are you out of your mind?
-Why?

You're officially on the payroll.
No champagne!

Others can drink if they work illicitly?

It's not my fault if I'm registered!

Go away.

Really!

"Addicted to Love," yeah.

Now it's hot, hot, hot, hotter than hot!

Move it, move it, move it!

No more sitting around.
Let's hit the dance floor.

I don't want to see anyone sitting,
or I'll get Lasse back on stage.

Then it'll be time for part two.

I want to see the bride and groom!

Leonie and Lasse.
And now for all the lovers out there.

Everyone now!

One, two, three, four.

The holes will fly out of the cheese soon

Now it's time to start the conga line

From Blankenese to Wuppertal

We get going with great big paces

And Erwin touches Heidi
From behind on... the shoulder

That raises the spirit
Yes, then joy arises...

Let's end the charade. If you want me,
I'm here. What do you want?

Hello.

Hello?

Let's cut this short. I'm a small firm.
I work with temps.

I'd love to hire them all. But I can't.

-It's too complicated. And why is that?
-Why?

If I pay someone 100 euros,
it costs me 200, that's why.

So half of them work under the table.

If you're always throwing sticks
at our legs,

we'll do what we can to survive.

You guys are killing me!

Three audits in four years
aren't enough for you.

You have to sneak in here at night.
No, let me finish!

You always make me feel like... a felon.

Please, just go in. The place is yours.

Take what you want.
You can have my coat. Or my last shirt.

Keep your clothes on.
We don't know each other yet.

I'm Gabriele Totti.
We texted about the purchase offer.

"Yes, I do"?

You're Ms. Totti?

Gabriele Totti?

My family is from Italy.
My brothers are Andrea and Simone.

I like Gabriele better.

One request. I haven't talked
to my people about our deal yet.

I'd like to ask you
to keep it discreet for now.

I understand completely.

I had a little look around.
Wonderful evening, very stylish.

Top staff. Bravo!

I thought the tax investigators were here.

I didn't know
I looked like a civil servant.

No, on the contrary. You look very...

Yes?

You look very good.

I like you too, Dieter.

Thank you. Gabi... riele.

-Something sweet?
-No thank you.

-I texted you.
-Yes, and I answered right away.

You wrote, "Ask for me when you get here.
I'll come right in you then."

Fist emoji.

-No.
-Yes, you did.

That spell check. I should proofread.

I thought so.
We didn't know each other yet.

Exactly. We don't know each other yet.

What I mean is...

This is our offer.

-All you have to do is sign it.
-Thank you.

We'll discuss the details later.

-We'll keep in touch, right?
-Yes.

Send me a text.
Spell checked, if you like.

Hope to hear from you soon.

-Good night, Dieter.
-Good night...

Gabriele.

And?

-What did he want?
-Nothing.

He was a salesman...
for catering supplies.

Good. Let's give them a nice finale.
Uwe, can you manage the fireworks?

-Of course
-Are you sure?

I've done Christmas lights for years.
Just have to push a button, right?

Sebi, you go along.

When the groom ends his surprise
for the bride, the music stops

and on my signal, and only on my signal,

you start the fireworks. Got it?

Uwe, make sure you have your cell ready.
I'll call you and say, "Fire. Bam!"

A text is fine.

-Oh no. Better not.
-Remember?

"Can you bring hooker my racquet?
Hanging on the chair."

-Legendary.
-Okay, okay.

You convinced me.
I'll call you and say what?

"Fire. Fire."

"Fire. Bams!" Uh, "Bam!"

Off you go.

What about the choreographer?
How is she doing?

So-so. She says we only need
two people on the ropes.

She can supervise. Says the groom's
rehearsed, can do it in his sleep.

Good. Then you two do the ropes.

Excuse me.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello.

The groom has a problem.

Marvin, go to the gate and check... it.

What?

If it's stable.

Make sure nothing can happen
and no one comes in.

You want me to watch the gate?

That's right.
I always have to repeat things.

-Let's go! Final spurt.
-I'm really being sent to the gate?

You still are.

-What's up? We should start.
-No, my mother vanished.

I can't start without her.

I'd look, but I'm in costume
and the surprise would be ruined.

The regulatory agency only gave us
until 12:30 at the latest.

-And that's soon.
-Mr. Dieter, come! I have a pretext.

Tarek, give it a rest.

I won't start without her.
It's impossible.

Then we'll look for her. She can't be far.

Good.

Leonie.

I lied to you.

Pardon?

I'm not part of Lasse's family.

I'm a temp waiter.
I'm not a teacher anymore, either.

I was dismissed from teaching,
right after Weimar.

I was so confused at the time.
Because of us.

It got really bad when a pupil couldn't
differentiate "fully" from "wholly."

I slapped him. And his father too.

Then we all slapped each other. I got
suspended, depressed and became a waiter.

And I've never been to Senegal.

But that man in the supermarket
in pajamas was me.

Now it's all out.

I have to find the rope.

What do you want?

Marcel told me to watch the gate.

Mommy? Where have you been all this time?

Me? Oh, I just went out for some air.

But we've been looking for you.
I was worried.

But why?

There you are, thank God.

-Lasse? Let's go.
-What is that smell?

Lasse. You need to go.

Dear guests, I'd ask you
to please gather in the garden.

In a few moments,
a fantastic journey awaits you.

I'm afraid I can't tell you
more than "an ode to love."

He was going to call, wasn't he?

The love between Leonie and Lasse.

-Did he call?
- The dance of romance.

I don't know.

Candy apple.

You can't be serious.
You and Mommy here...

It's an app. I'll explain it to you later.

-Hello? No, no!
-Stop!

Stop pulling the rope. Stop!

Hello!

Hello!

-Holy shit.
-Awesome.

-Why isn't anyone doing anything?
-No! No!

I didn't quite understand.
How will my son land now?

Well, the... It's...

You saw that, didn't you? He's gone.

- Hello!
-With the balloon.

- Help!
-They're already releasing the balloons.

Oh God.

Help me!

That goes in here.

We have to leave!

Let's get out of here!

Did you say, "Fire. Bam!"

I didn't. No.

What did I tell you?

What did I tell you? "Wait for my signal."

Did I say that or not? Unbelievable.

But none of you turds listens to me!
Then I have to clean things up.

I drive through the damn night for hours
to save the party,

and in one second
you run everything into a wall.

And ruin everything.

You've all been a huge pain in the ass
for months, for years!

Take him, for example.

Devours the buffet like a pig and then
pulls the groom's mother into the bushes.

Nice, Marcel.

A nice way to show your gratitude.

Or this fine gentleman.
Hitting on the bride at her wedding?

Please. You need to see a doctor.

Always demanding respect isn't enough.
Right, Jella?

Where's your respect for me?

Where's all of your respect?

What have you done for me lately?

What have you ever done for me?

Give me a single reason
why I should keep busting my ass for you!

For a bunch of...

bloodsuckers.

Every night, my entire existence,

my entire life, is on the line.

You don't get it. You just don't care.

You don't give a shit about me.

I'm just that asshole Dieter.

I was.

That's all over now.

It's over.

Curtain. The end.

We found him! We found him.
Yes, thank you.

All good. His moon got caught
in one of those windmills.

The fire department's retrieving him.
He'll be here soon.

The fuse box is irreversibly fried.

Right.

What are we going to do now? Dieter?

Whatever you want.

I'm out.

He's kind of pissed today, huh?

Nabil, I think that's enough now.

-But he is.
-We fucked up royally.

Yes.

Yes.

Jutta.

No, not at all.
I'm just on a break right now.

What I was going... No, you first.

Space. Right, I understood
you wanted some space.

Oh, that's the kind of space you meant.

Since when...?

Already?

And...

Do I know this... space?

Who is he?

No.

Well, Jutti,
something like that can always...

Divorce.

Wow. No, sure. Yes, I understand.

Yes.

You too. Yes. Good night.

Night.

Happy birthday, dear Dieter

Blow it out.

Happy birthday.

Hey.

I understand why you think I'm a prick.

Most people do.

I usually think I'm a prick myself.

Know what?

When I'm lying on the ground

with my face in the dirt
and everyone's stomping on me, I think,

"It's all relative." You know?

Because...

I don't know, but...

Maybe I'm doing
relatively well at that moment.

-It's a nice thought.
-Really nice.

I think so too.

Positive.

Delicious.

Now, come on.

We need you over there.

Excuse me. Thanks.

They're doing all this for us.

Look.

Know what I was thinking
up there on the windmill?

I can imagine.

If I ever get down again,
I'll kill that asshole.

I thought something like that.

Too dumb to hold a rope.
It could've been bad.

Where did you pick them up?

Family. You don't choose your family.

I know that I...

Well, that I'm a bit too much sometimes.

Thank you.

Guys, please pick up the pace
or we'll still be standing here tomorrow.

-You really wore your intern out.
-That's youth for you.

Leave it, leave it. It's heavy.

People!

Just for a second.

It... won't take that long.

I just wanted... well...

I wanted to tell you...

That dance, that moment...

It was very...

Oh crap.

I was very touched.

You touched me very much.

It... really moved me.

Thank you for that.

Shukran. Teşekkürler. From now on,
if you have a question or issue,

then the new man to address

is Jella.

And she's quite a wonderful woman.

-What about you?
-Me?

I'll get in your way from time to time.

-So the same as always.
-Not quite.

I'll be pulling back. From now on,
everything goes through you.

Wow.

Your face!

Come on, Jella. Announcement.

Okay.

Well...

Wednesday's the toy fair in Dortmund.

160 guests. Finger food.

We begin working at 2 p.m. on site.

The heads half an hour early, as usual,
for the procedural meeting.

Right. Thanks.

You guys are the best.

Let Sebi know. And Ursel too.

I'm giving up the wedding stuff.

-Really?
-Yeah.

I'm going to conflict zones. Third world.

Not so many buffets there.

Guess you're right about that.

-See you on Wednesday.
-Marcel.

Boss, everything went great again.

Doesn't get any better. Ciao.

-Synchronize watches.
-Moronic.

But you can sit up front.

Dieter?

Hey.

Happy birthday.

I lied to you too.

You're not the bride?

I was the one
who saw you at the supermarket.

The pajamas look good on you.

Kind of sexy.

Florian.

Don't be afraid of happiness, okay?

Can I invite you to dinner now?

When?

Whenever you want.

Yes, I can be there.

So what's the plan now?
Who's going to take me?

Me.

If you're up for it.

That's nice of you. Thanks.

-Where's your car?
-I don't have a car. I'm on foot.

-You're taking me along on foot?
-Yes.

Me personally, I don't mind.
I like a walk.

You can't say "me personally."

Cool pants.

They're pajamas.

Subtitles: Todd Dennie et al.
Eurotape - Nordkurier Mediengruppe - 2023