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And so today we regard with great pride

our university and its professors

and the successful graduates of the Bachelor's Degree in General Management.

Ibrahim Askin!

My warmest congratulations on your really outstanding performance.

I'm so proud of you.

Hello, Mom. - Hello.

So, you flunked?

Why don't you go to Turkey and work there?

Uncle Harun has prepared everything for you.

He'll treat you like his own son.

Oh, God.

If you had to work for him like his son, you better not go.

It's way too hot there for a German Turk.

And you won't be taken seriously unless you smoke Marlboro or drive a Mercedes.

Is it like that? - Yes, where we are from, it's like that.

I'm a Berliner. After three weeks, I'd be bored to death.

That is exactly what will happen. You will die of boredom.

Okay, okay.

Mr. Erdogan! Mr. Sarrazin! You hear that?

"ICH BIN EIN BERLINER", said my nephew, the little mongrel from Kreuzberg!

Shut your damned mouth. We're not in your theater.

Put on your show elsewhere, OK?

Come on.

Where do I find the "Happy Hour ticket" again?

Here, the "Happy Hour" button.

No, not now, now "cancel."

OK...

Hi. - A one-day ticket, please.

Thanks.

Here's your ticket. Enjoy.

Right, above are the ticket prices, below the drinks.

Like it?

Very tasty, this "Köttbullar," you have to give me the recipe.

I'll send it you when I'm back in Stockholm.

When's your flight?

Really early.

I'll miss you.

For how long?

We'll see.

The food's really good.

Don't worry,

I won't write you any love letters.

Is there mustard in it?

What does your father want to breed?

Canaries.

Canaries?

Here in Germany?

My dad's lived here for 30 years.

I mean, is it warm enough for them here?

We have a heater.

Well, I'll need your father's ID.

Your ID.

Here's the application for small animal breeders.

Make sure the cages are the correct size.

And that they have slots for food and water.

What's this?

This place is becoming a madhouse.

Just wait for the morning birdsongs. - Morning?

When do the little critters wake up?

At sunrise, of course,

like all birds.

Oh my God, I'll go crazy.

APPLICATION

I'll take one too, please.

Ibo, you want anything?

A Coconut Kiss.

What happened to you?

Pit bull.

Pit bull?

You know Rocky?

Hakan's dog? - Yeah, what about him?

I wanted to cuddle with him, pet him... and the son of a bitch bit my face.

Man, he bit your nose off.

The nose is still attached, idiot.

You know how to beat a pit bull?

No, tell us how.

Before he attacks

with his snout,

you do this with your hands...

Smack their ears and they run away.

Stop talkin' shit. - Who's talkin' shit?

Come on. - Give me a Red Bull, please.

Hear that music?

Come on, let's dance.

I'll catch up later.

May I?

Sure.

How's it going? - Fine.

How are you? - I'm fine, too. And the birds?

Fine.

Have a nice night.

Ibo?

I just moved in and was wondering if a package is here for me?

A package, huh?

No.

We're looking for a dark blonde guy, about 5'11".

If you hear anything, please contact us at the criminal investigation department.

Stay there.

Inspector Hartung. Criminal Investigation, Berlin.

Has anyone rung your doorbell?

My doorbell? No, just you.

We're looking for a dark blonde guy, about 5'11".

I haven't seen anybody.

One more question: have you noticed anything strange

or maybe taken a parcel for a tenant who doesn't live here?

We're looking for con men around here.

Then look after yourself.

Have a nice day. - Bye.

Who was that?

No idea, wrong door.

Come on.

Thanks.

No problem.

Bye, then.

Bye.

Dear Mr. Askin, Thanks for your application

and interest in a position at our company.

Unfortunately, after carefully considering your application

we must inform you that we have no vacancies

currently to match your qualifications.

Please find enclosed your application documents.

Once again, we thank you for your application.

We remain confident that you'll soon find a suitable position

which pertains to your experience and qualifications.

RECIPE FOR "KÖTTBULLAR"

You take the big one, I'll get the small one.

Fuck, someone's coming.

Krille, the faggot.

Damn. The cash register!

Shit!

Krille. - What?

Do you know who he is?

No. - Who does he remind you of?

Who does he remind me of?

I don't know, Dad, of no one.

It's just a canary. - He's called Ibo, like you.

He's the smartest one. - Do you think you're doing me a favor?

Come on.

Look at the little fatty.

Pelin? - No, Fatima. - Fatima?

Yeah, Uncle Harun's wife.

Dad, I've gotta run.

See you at home.

Where are you going?

Hey, Lars. - Hey, Ibo.

How's Stockholm?

A bit boring without you.

Have you tried my Köttbullar recipe?

I'm becoming a fan.

Just go easy on the mustard.

I'd like to do a trial session.

Howdy.

Got your gear? - All here.

Then head down there and get changed.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

I wanna train. - You wanna train?

Ali, it's a trial session, take it easy.

Had enough yet?

I would like to sign up.

Right, you're welcome to,

but you don't have much of a chance.

I'll try anyway.

You'll need to take on a kind of fantasy character that suits you.

It's called an 'alter ego'. - OK, got it.

Let me get the registration form. I'll be right back.

So, here we go.

Here's the form and a pencil.

Fill in your name and address in block letters.

What's wrong, man?

Getting floored by a beginner? Take a break, man.

Dude, the cops don't know anything.

I'm not dumb enough to say something.

I'll call you back later.

Hey, how was I?

You were funny.

I've got a name for you.

Oh yeah?

Superfly.

Not bad, man.

Can I give you a ride?

No, thanks, I'll walk...

Motherfucker!

Fuck! My arms.

Can you stand up?

My arms...

I'm calling an ambulance.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Alexander Hirt.

He's still with the doctor, it could take a while.

I'll wait.

Visiting hours may be over by the time he's ready.

You'd better come back tomorrow.

Shit.

What are you doing in here?

Looking for my DVD.

Which one?

That one I lent you.

You didn't lend me any DVD, you bitch.

Piss off.

Sorry, really.

Tahsin?

Are you moving?

Yes.

We're going back to Turkey.

How come?

There's no work, no money.

Germany isn't what it used to be.

But you know my son, Hakan.

He's staying.

He's staying.

Look after yourself, Ibo.

You, too.

Dear Mr. Hirt,

we'd like to thank you for sending us your CV.

We would like to invite you for an interview.

We would suggest Friday, September 11, 2014 at 11 a.m.

Please call us to confirm the date...

Can I come in for a sec?

Come in.

I wanted to ask how you're doing. - Awesome, thanks.

Could you grab my cell and call my mom, please?

Go into "Contacts"

and search for Elvira Hirt.

Just put it somewhere? - On my chest.

I can leave if you want.

Hello, the Hirts'.

Hi, Mom, it's Alexander.

Alexander, what is it?

I'm in the hospital.

The hospital? - Yeah, both my arms are broken.

Both arms? Who did that?

I had an accident, OK.

What can I say, Alex?

I wanted to ask if you could come by tomorrow and bring me some clothes?

We have a celebration...

Hang up, dude. - I'm not sure if I can make it...

Such a bitch.

Can I do anything else?

You can get me a beer if you like. - A beer?

Is that allowed?

Fuck it. I just need something to relax.

Fine, I'll get you a beer.

What do you want me to do? - What I want you to do?

What do you do when your brother's in the hospital? You visit him, right?

I could do that. I could help you again and pretend everything's fine.

Help me again? Are you kidding me? When was the last time you helped me?

All the time, Alex. You just don't notice.

No, I really don't.

I can't take it anymore, You always need visiting: in jail, in the hospital...

What? Know what? Fuck you. Seriously.

Call me when you have good news... - Hang up, man.

That was my shitty brother. - I guessed that.

He's gay, too.

What do you mean, "too?" Are you gay, too?

In your dreams, darling.

I've gotta go. - Are you pissed?

No, I have to work. - Where do you work?

It's a sort of cinema. - "A sort of cinema?" That's interesting,

what do you do there? - Cash register.

"Cash register." Spit it out, sweet cheeks. What kind of cinema is it?

OK, tell me next time. We shouldn't shock this young lady.

You coming tomorrow?

Sure. - See you then.

Hey, one more thing.

If you're hoping I blow you to say thanks, tough luck.

I'm an ungrateful kinda guy.

Actually, I was thinking I'd blow you.

See you tomorrow.

Good morning. - Good morning.

My name is Alexander Hirt. I applied for the job.

I'm here for the interview with Mr. Schneider.

Mr. Schneider? - Yes, please?

Mr. Hirt's here for you. - Send him through.

Just go through. - Thank you.

Good morning.

What can I do for you?

Here.

And here.

It's the same application.

One with a German name and one with a Turkish one.

You only wanted to interview the German one.

That's fraud, you know.

What you do is fraud.

Well, I can interview who I want.

You can't seriously think this is the way to get a job in Germany.

It's the way to expose an asshole like you.

Enough. Get out!

Dickhead.

You cooked that? It's good.

What are you gawking at?

I spent my whole life dreaming of a woman who's a good cook and then you come along.

You'd better erase that.

Shit, my probation officer.

Hello. Am I disturbing? - This is...

what was your name again? - Ibrahim.

My new friend,

he always comes uninvited, but he's a great cook. I'm already in love.

That's nice for you.

Are you coming tomorrow? - Sure.

Can you bring me some of your underwear and socks?

What kind of underwear is that? You like that shit?

Why get dressed? Are you expecting someone?

My new girlfriend is coming.

Get your cock out.

What? - I wanna see if you got a hard-on.

Don't talk shit, dude.

Can you check if the door's open?

Anybody out there?

Nobody. You buggering off or what?

You can just walk out.

It's not a jail.

You live here?

Can you get my keys out? - Where are they?

Front pocket.

Ibo, I'm warning you...

Nothing there.

Check the other side.

Still nothing.

What? Shit.

Then I left them in the hospital.

What do we do now? - Back to the hospital.

Wait.

Do you have a bank card or gym card or something?

Take it out.

Put it between the door and the rubber...

Ibo, we can open the door.

Slide it nice and slow, feel it.

Did you lock it? - I never do.

One more time. Nice and slow.

You like it?

Ibo, have a look. There should still be some money in these drawers.

You live here with a woman?

Yeah, with my girlfriend. I told you, didn't I?

Did you? I don't remember.

She doesn't live here anymore. - She forgot all her stuff.

Bitch, right?

Oh, good. Get it out.

Open it.

Exactly.

All my ex's shitty jewelry.

But you know what? Let's sell it and have a good time.

I don't need it.

Say, can you remember if I had my wallet with me in the hospital?

No idea.

Take a look in the little night table. Maybe I left my wallet there.

Who's this?

My parents.

No, I think it's in the jacket on the chair. Check if my wallet's there.

Can you put it in my jacket?

This isn't your flat, right?

I've just broken in?

Come on.

Asshole.

This looks more like you.

Know what I like about you?

No.

You always look like this.

That's how you look.

You think that's funny? - I like people with silly faces,

if you were a woman, I'd already be in love with you.

OK, I'm going.

Please stay.

You'd do me a huge favor by staying the tonight.

Next.

No.

That's good.

No, dude.

Who'll turn off the shower now?

I always assumed, that fags could give good blowjobs,

so what happened to you?

All together...

500.

750.

So, here we are.

Ibrahim, come here.

What were you doing there?

I work there. - Why there?

I need money. - I'll give you money.

I want to earn my own.

Good night, I'm going to bed. - Come here.

Come here, I said.

Where are we going? - Shut your mouth.

If you don't go in there

and have sex with that girl,

I no longer have a son.

Show me you're a man.

What are you doing here?

Why are you naked?

Come in.

Dad threw me out.

He threw you out?

Why?

I like men.

How so?

I'm gay.

What's so funny?

Sorry, I was just imagining

your father's face when you told him that.

Don't worry.

I'll talk to your dad.

He'll calm down.

It's nice to have you here.

You can stay here. Alright?

But under one condition.

You have to play the human lamp.

God, it's dark. Can somebody turn on the light?

Lukas.

Lukas, go on.

I don't think we should stay here.

The way's over there.

Thanks.

Come back on stage.

It worked. Until that glitch, what happened?

No idea. My mind went blank. It won't happen again.

We'll do it again, without glitches.

From the beginning everyone.

Am I disturbing you? - I'm just getting dressed.

I can come back later.

Go ahead.

- I just wanted to say that you played the lamp really well.

And that your uncle is cool.

Thanks.

See you later.

See you later.

He always had enough to eat.

I let him study.

He's had all his freedom, we allowed him everything.

What did I...? - Abi, he's not one of your canaries,

that you feed and then they do what you want.

Abi, he's just gay.

Get out of here. Get out!

Be happy with your birds.

They're really good.

I didn't know Köttbullar could taste so good.

Because you've only eaten them at IKEA.

Or frozen ones from the supermarket.

But they are quite tasty.

There's something Turkish about them.

You mean the name or the meatballs?

Maybe both.

Maybe because I made them.

I think you should forget that real estate idea.

You should be a cook.

I'm serious.

Start off with a food stand.

"Köttbullar Food Stand."

It would work.

But...

you'll have to give them another name. Köttbullar doesn't work.

Köttbullar...

Köttbussar. Köttbussar! Like Kottbusser train station!

I'm going to take a few with me.

You could cook them for a wedding.

Maybe something will come of it.

I'll manage that.

I spoke to your parents today. Well, with your dad.

Your mum just cried.

God. Really?

Really.

I should call her. - No, don't.

She has no reason to cry. If she wants to, let her.

If she'd prefer a blue flower instead of the yellow, it's her problem.

You've done nothing wrong.

What's the blue flower to do when it's not yellow like the rest?

Blue flower? - Well, it's an image.

A metaphor. You are the blue flower.

Says the green flower.

And Dad?

Dad...

Dad is as stubborn as an Anatolian donkey.

Come on, don't let them make you feel guilty.

They should be ashamed of their behavior. - That's easy to say.

Come on, leave the dishes.

Call Lukas. Go see a movie or something. Go.

Everything OK?

Everything's OK. Just a headache.

Should we go?

Hey, Ibo, you've got a gig. 200 Köttbullar for a wedding. You got it?

Hopefully there are enough pots.

Teyze?

If it's Ali,

a blonde German guy,

tell him I'm not here.

How would he even know you're here? - Just say I'm not here.

I'm Alexander, Ibo's friend.

Is he in?

No.

Really?

No, he's not in.

I...

wanted to tell him something important.

Maybe you could tell him,

that I'm sorry and would really like to see him again.

I'll do that.

Bye.

How did you know it was him?

No idea,

I just knew it.

How sad,

and how beautiful.

Go after him.

You can't choose who you fall in love with.

Yes,

you can.

You have to.

Go after him.

Lie down.

Hand here.

Hello. You're waiting for the young man with the knife wound?

Alexander Hirt. - Yes.

It was a superficial muscle wound and he's discharged himself already.

He's already gone? - Yes.

Thanks. - You're welcome. Goodbye.

After 13 years as Berlin's Mayor, Klaus Wowereit is stepping down,

as the SPD party functionary announced today.

His term in office began with a bang.

Two sentences made the previously unknown politician famous nationwide:

"For those who didn't know it yet: I am gay and I am proud of it, dear Comrades..."

Right from the start, Klaus Wowereit helped the poor...

Dude. Hi.

Does it still hurt? - Just a bit.

It's good to see you.

You look really awful.

Pussy.

You wanna go to Görli park? - Sure.

I'll get my jacket.

Hey, I actually wanted to say goodbye to you.

Listen, I...

have to leave for a while as of Tuesday.

"If the fine is not paid by Tuesday, September 9th,

a warrant will be issued against you."

What does that mean?

It means what it says.

Shit.

Yeah, a few years ago I robbed a bank with some other guys... Or at least tried to.

They caught us in the middle of it, so we all got huge fines.

I was paying it off in installments, but

I've been broke lately so I got this letter.

But fuck it.

I'll just sit it out, it's only six months. - Six months?

For a bank robbery that's really not much, dude.

I think it's long enough.

I have to go,

My boyfriend's waiting for me. - You've got a boyfriend already?

That was quick, you little bitch.

Come here.

See you, dude.

Good morning.

I'm here to report to prison.

Name? What's your name? - Hirt, Alexander.

When were you born? - 12/8/88.

Hirt, Alexander...

I don't see you here. Show me your court order.

I don't have it. Only a photo on my phone.

He only has the court order on his phone... Then show it to me.

So, file number...

No.

Wait...

The outstanding fine was paid this morning.

Paid?

A Mr. Ibrahim Askin

came this morning and paid the fine for you.

What? - What I just said.

So I can go?

I hope never to see you again, Mr. Hirt.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

Bye.

Happy Birthday. - Thanks.

Would you like some tea? - Please.

Where's Ibo? - He had to work.

Even on a Sunday, on his father's birthday?

Where does he work? - Yeah, where?

You don't have to work today? - No, I don't have to work.

Great!

I'm no longer welcome in this family.

It's 2014.

We live in Berlin, in Germany.

We have a gay mayor and we had a gay foreign minister.

And I'm gay, too.

I hope you all have a nice afternoon.

Abla, pass me the Baklava.

Abla, the Baklava.

Yes, departure as soon as possible.

For a while,

I'm moving to Turkey.

To work for my uncle.

Where do I get the visa?

The Turkish consulate?

- I'd love to hit you in the face right now.

Yes, I know where it is.

I'll come by later and pick it up.

Goodbye.

The Mayor of Berlin presented the Alliance Against Homophobia's "Respect Award."

This year's prize winner was Halil İbrahim Dinçdağ,

the first openly gay Turkish referee.

After coming out five years ago, Dinçdağ was first excluded from the military

and then from the Turkish Football Federation.

Many of his friends abandoned him, he has even received various death threats.

Fortunately, Dinçdağ's family always supported the 38-year-old,

which wasn't easy.

At the awards ceremony Dinçdağ said he will

fight for his rights until the last breath.

Where are you going, Habibi?

To the consulate.

The consulate? What for?

I'm leaving Berlin to work in Turkey, man.

Hang on a sec.

Dude, thanks for paying my fine.

Really awesome, thanks.

No problem, man. - Get on, I'll take you there. - To Turkey?

No, to the consulate. - No, thanks.

Come on, don't play hard to get. Get on.

Do you even know where it is? - Of course, I've broken into it.

Just kidding. Come on, I know where it is.

Look at that. - What is it?

I'd say it's a Köttbullar food stand, right?

You need someone to help with sales?

We should drink to this, right?

Köttbussar, huh?

I hope a few more people turn up.

It's a nice day.

Look who's coming.

Take the aprons off.

One portion, please.

Thanks.

They look tasty.

Is that pork? - No, beef.

Whatever, give me a portion of this Swedish stuff.

Three euros.

It's on my brother. Without me he'd still be a closet queen.

Isn't that what you gays say?

What?

And? Good?

They're not bad...

my son's Köttbullar.

Whose? - My son's, you idiot.

Good.

He likes them.

Tastes like puke.

Eat up.

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