All language subtitles for Para We Are King s02e03 Common Cause.eng

(uplifting opera music playing)

(music reaches crescendo)

(cop) Police! Let me see your hands!

(cop 2) Don't move! Hands up!
- (cop 3) Put your hands up!

(music stops)

(melodic electronic music playing)

(music fades)

(automated hotline voice) The next free
representative is reserved for you.

(Fanta) Are they trying to screw us?
How long is this gonna take?

I'm sure they've been kicked out
on some shitty street corner.

Why would anyone kick out plants?

(Hajra) What are they
gonna do with them?

Sell them?
- No one knows they're drug plants.

Know how expensive plants are?
That's why I don't have any.

If you rent a car, transport something,
you aren't gonna stop.

You don't have time to sell plants.

You bring them upstairs, take away
what you don't want and sell 'em.

Know how long it took us
to load up the van? Three hours!

(hotline employee) Good morning.
Move It. This is Sandra.

Hey, Jessica Staupe.
We rented a car...

Not a car, a van!

We rented a van yesterday.

It still has all our stuff in it
and the van is gone. So...

(hotline employee)
I'll connect you further.

No... Uhm... Hello?

(automated hotline voice) Your
estimated wait time is 45 minutes.

Dude! Fuck you!
- (Rasaq) Ah!

Can one of you check again
there's really no office?

(Rasaq) I'm checking.
- We already did.

All these fucking companies
are only online anyway.

Full of capitalist pigs, yo.

What? It's true.

There's an address here.
- Where?

Wittenau.

Honestly,
I'm so sick of all you complaining.

I've got paperwork to do
and my phone's ringing non-stop.

The car-wash got blown up,
my cars are dirty

and how will I get them clean?

But these things are so important.

I didn't quite get it with the app.
It said, "Do you want to park?",

I didn't know "parking"
meant logging out.

I can't do anything about that.

You logged out, a new one logged in
and drove away.

If you left anything in there,
it will be delivered here.

Can you check the computer
to see where the can is for us?

(hold music playing on phone)

Okay. How much longer?

250 meters on the left.

(Hajra) Ah. Oh.

(Rasaq) You sure this is right?
- (Hajra) I don't know.

There! Dude!
- (Jazz) Awesome!

(Rasaq) Oh, my God!
- Stop!

(Hajra) Get out, dude. Get out.
(Rasaq) Okay, real quick.

Fuck, man!
- Oh, shit!

I told you they were sold!
- Maybe they're in the yard?

Why in the yard?

(Jazz) They were sold!
- (Hajra) Fine. We'll look.

Hey, hey!
- (Hajra) What, Fanta?

(Fanta) There they are! Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck!
- (Jazz) Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!

How are we gonna get in?
- Just climb over.

(Rasaq) Okay. Be careful.
- (Jazz) We got the plants!

(Fanta) Oh! Very good.
- (Jazz) Nice! Awesome.

Okay, yallah .
- Relax. Let's do a count.

One, two, three, four...

Dude, how many were there again?
- 12.

Sure?
- 100 percent. I counted.

How many are there?
- That's only 11.

(Jazz) What?
- One's missing.

One, two, three...
- That's only 11.

Anyway we can bring them over?

Doesn't matter! Can will know!

But we have to get there
with some plants.

It's right there!
- (Fanta) Where?

(Rasaq) Where?
- Second floor. I swear that's it!

Oh, my God!
- Okay, I got it.

Oh, my God! Awesome!

(Fanta) Okay, Over, over!

Easy, easy!
- If it breaks, I'll break your neck.

- (Rasaq) I got it.
- (Fanta) Oh, my God.

Shit, they're heavy!
- (Rasaq) Fanta, tempo.

(man) Girls, put those right back!
I don't think they're yours.

Mind your own business, yeah?
- (Rasaq) Fuck it.

(man) Are you kidding me?
This is my backyard!

Dude, we're getting rid
of the garbage for free!

(Fanta) The next one.
- I'll call the cops!

(knocking)

Hey! Sorry. You took the plant from
downstairs. The one on you balcony?

I need it back.
It belongs to my grandma.

She only had it out on the street
so that rainwater could get to it.

Because that's important...
for the plants.

She'll die soon
and she'll die alone if it isn't there.

(speaking in Edo)

(man) Cembritski. The Cembritski.
- (Rasaq) Tempo!

We have three
dark-skinned people here.

- Turkish probably.
- Turks? Because of their black hair?

(man) Look at them!
They're not from around here!

You're a Nazi! A racist!
- Oh, of course!

(man 2) Nazi!
- (man) I'm the racist again!

Just because...
- (man 2) Yes, Nazi! You are!

You took a plant, it's on your balcony,
and it's my grandma's.

She's dying. She'll die soon, man.
No one knows when.

Please, I need the plant again.

(speaking in Edo)

Yes. Yes. You don't know when.

It could happen tomorrow...

Yes! Don't worry.
You don't have to help me.

Thanks, man! I'll just get it myself.

(man 2) Mehmet!
- (man) Call your friends!

Get your whole clan together now!

You cowardly pig!

(man 2) What? What's wrong?

(man) Keep talking!
- Yallah!

Go! Jazz!
- (man 2) Come say that to my face!

(man) Go to work, Turk!
(van engine starts)

Okay.
- (Fanta) Let's go!

Come! Yallah, yallah ! Go!

(man) There's another one!

(Hajra) Watch out with the plant!
- (Fanta) Quick!

(tires screeching)
(man shouting)

(speaking in Edo)

Hey, bitch.

Come here.
- What's up?

Take a look at these bitches.

(Fanta) What's happening?
- Can't you see?

She's saying: "I don't want you
anymore and you know why?

I don't want your pussy.
The minute I saw Andrew,

I knew I needed
a real dick in my life."

(Fanta) Shut up, man.
- I think it's pretty obvious.

But I gotta run.

You gotta tell me who wins, okay?
- Yeah

Bye.
-Bye, bye.

Yo, I'd like to check out.
- Key in there. Thanks for being here.

Uhm... So, real quick.
I got this rash...

Pharmacy's straight ahead,
on the right.

(guest) Cool, thanks.
I googled it. Uhm...

You wanna take a quick look?

I think I got this from you guys.
- What do you mean?

I'm pretty sure you guys have bed bugs.
So, maybe wash your sheets?

Sure you didn't come here with this?
- Sure you want a shit review?

(Zadie) I guess we'd better
lock them all up.

(Fanta) So, from two to seven.

(Zadie) And we have to move
all the guests. Wash all the stuff.

Not just the bedding. Everything.

The exterminator's ordered.
That should take a day or so.

(Fanta) I'll start on two, you start
on seven, and meet in the middle.

(Zadie) Okay. Cool.
- (Fanta) Okay.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.
- I mean, with your dad and everything.

No plan.

I just think it's all
a bit much right now, you know?

With my dad...
And my mother feels really bad.

And Nina's not really here for me,
because she's working all the time.

She has a blog
that's has to be online in 24 hours

and doesn't have time
for anything else.

And that's a little... It's a bit...

I just keep going forward
as much as I can.

It's just a lot.
- Oh, come here.

(Zadie) Sorry. Fuck.

(Zadie takes a deep breath)

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
- No. I'm sorry. That's on me.

No, you don't have to be sorry at all.

Not because of Nina.

But because
I should have told you before,

but, somehow,
I couldn't quite manage it.

Nina and I
are in a polyamorous relationship.

Mm-hmm.
So, in an open relationship, or...

Hmm... Something like that.

Yeah, it's... So, actually it's like...

I think you're insanely cool

and I would totally love to date you.

However, I'm also with Nina.

Okay. Does she know about it?
- Of course.

I tell her everything.
We talk about everything, actually.

I just think about you all night,

then I wake up and talk to Nina
about it over breakfast.

Sounds weird, but it works.

Okay. Uhm...

There's this reading.

About polyamory. At the piano hall.
I was gonna invite you anyway.

If you're up for it,
why don't you come along?

You'd hear about the subject and maybe
that will be a little bit clearer...

Uhm... Yeah. We can do that.
So, I have a lot of questions.

Good. Good.

You good?

Yeah.

Thank you.
- You're welcome. Ciao, Ciao.

(excitedly) Oh! Hajra!
- Mmm. What's up?

(speaking in Turkish)
- How was your weekend?

It was brutal. You do much?

Nah. Easy.
- Yeah?

Did you cash out yet?
- (tutting)

Okay.

(bank notes crumpling)

What's up?

Nothing, brother. I just celebrate you.
- Mmm. Great.

I was thinking... We've been working
together for a few days now, right?

And you like it, don't you?
It's fun, right?

Yeah, it's fun. Yeah.
- It's fun.

I thought to myself, so... Yeah...

Uhm...

If we've already now found
such a level, you and I,

then I'd... I'd like to share
something with you.

Something that stays
between you and me.

Hmm.

Is that cool for you?

Yeah, cool.
- Yeah? Sure?

Yeah.
- Yeah? Okay. Cool.

Then wait a minute.

(whistling)

(locks door)

Come on, brother.
I'll show you something.

What do you see?

A refrigerator?
- Yes, Hajra. Look closer.

I don't know. It's broken?

(wind blowing)

What's that?
- A secret entrance, bro.

Come, I'll show you.

(Hajra) Mmm.

(ticking)

So? What do you say?

Brother! Crazy.
(Can chuckles)

What... Is this... Is...
Is this your basement or something?

I don't know. I think it used to be
a boiler room.

When I took over the store,
opened the fridge...

No way. Crazy.
- Right?

Come. I wanna show you
something else. Yallah .

My babies.
- Oh. Plants.

Dude! Eagle eye or what? Insane.

Mimosa hostilis.

Are those like drug plants, or...

Yeah, man. DMT. You heard of it?

Some ayahuasca, Shaman shit.

No.
- Dude, a princess.

I swear. So sophisticated,
but overly fascinating

if you eve deal with them.

Dude, you know what I wonder?
- No.

Look at that one. This here.
- Mmm.

This is not a mimosa hostilis.

Of course, I'm wondering how this ugly
IKEA plant got into this store room.

(ticking continues)

We have to tell you something...

"We?"

You guys thought
I was a badass drug dealer?

That's why you came to me in the store
with the Olek Malek and stuff?

(chuckles) Yeah.

And when we knew it's not like that,
we started to plan the party.

Otherwise we would
have never done it.

And then we wanted
to make sure your plants were safe.

So they wouldn't get broken
by crazy boozers.

And when we saw that location,
we couldn't help but...

(all talking simultaneously)

Guys, guys, guys!
I don't understand a word.

You wanna do parties in my basement,
and you don't even say anything?

I just got this store.

If this gets out, my father will
skin me alive if they close the store.

I'm sorry, but you can
totally forget about the parties.

Yeah, man. Sorry.

Unless...

I'm in on it too.

Yes! Sure, dude.
- Thank you so much!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I get 60 percent of the party receipts.
- 60 percent?

That's too much!
- We divide it fairly by five, so 20.

Hey! This is my store.
I'm in charge. I'm screwed at the end.

40 percent, final offer.
- Okay, 33.

(Rasaq) This was our idea!
- It's more fair.

No, dude! No!

Guys, look. He's got a point. Okay?
His store, his risk.

It's cool that we can do this.
- Yeah. Okay. 40.

Okay, one more thing. The plants...
Hey, those are my babies.

If we do the parties here,
they have to go.

And not in one of those crappy vans.

Yeah, of course!
- Not my house. My dad would kill me.

So, where are we gonna do it?

I can't take them. What would I say?

I can't either.
I have a whole family at home.

Yeah, and I'm crashing with Jazz.

No! No way.

You said you couldn't afford plants.
They're too expensive.

(Hajra) Beautiful! With the pink light.
- No, man! No way!

(shouting) No way!
No drug plants in my house!

Dude, are you stupid?
You can't just come into my home!

What? You gave me keys.

Dude, that's so creepy! You can't
come and go whenever you want!

You just call before.
And never before 11:00.

I have to harvest the plants.
See how many there are?

I thought you're not selling.
- I'm not. But I have to harvest them.

It's an orgasm.
(phone vibrating)

Yeah. Shh.

Hello?
- (woman on the phone) Jessica Staupe?

Yes?
- Nevin, Henning Jung's assistant here.

You met at the casting the other day.
- Yeah, I know.

Yes, it didn't quite
work out with the job,

but he'd like to meet you.
He's very enthusiastic about you.

That's why I'm calling.
About a job offer.

Henning would like to meet you.
Can we meet today at 4 p.m.?

Ah... Okay. Yes.

I'm gonna have
to check my schedule.

I have a lot of appointments.
It's really busy.

But I just saw...

Yeah. There's a slot open around 4.

Perfect. I'll confirm it
and send you the info.

Okay, nice.

Okay. Bye!
- Bye.

(Can) You dance or what?
- Yes. Why? Don't I look like it?

Normal. I mean, it's obvious.
The way you move and all.

Don't exaggerate.
- Seriously.

I think it's really...
I think it's mega cool that, dude,

you're apparently doing it
professionally, and it's working out.

Yeah.

Can you make me a coffee?
I have to take a piss.

He's so annoying with his plants.

But he did bring me a coffee today.
- Really?

Yeah.
- See? I think he's a real gentleman.

I bet he'll make me
a mixed salad tomorrow.

A mixed salad?
- Yeah!

Why? Who wants that?
- He's also babbling about calories.

Okay, habibi . I have to go. Want some?
- Okay, yeah. Thanks.

See ya. Have fun running.
- Thanks. Have fun.

Rasaq, can we please just talk?
- What are you doing here?

Your sister told me you do PT here.
- I don't have time.

(motorcycle horn honks)

Listen to me for a minute.
Listen to me!

I'm getting out, okay? I want out.

You do that. I still can't trust you.
- Let me show you that you can!

Hatam, I'm tired of listening to you!
You have no idea what it's been like!

'Coz you're unavailable!
But I've tried!

Because you're a liar!
- Give me another chance!

For both of us.
I want us to build something!

For both of us?
- Yes!

I want to be there.

What?

I wanna be there when you get out.
- Realize what you want?

You wanna earn my trust or not?

Think he's a puppet?
Think I can just take you with me?

Either you take me with you
or you just leave me alone completely!

(man) Hello.

(loud bang)
Ah!

Never thought that at my young age

it would be so difficult
to sit down quietly.

But that's how it is
when you almost die

'cause of a few bags of coffee powder.

If I had private insurance,

I could get one of those
tissue-renewing injections

to revitalize
the whole shitty structure.

Hmm. But you also have lovely hair.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Ah!

Oh, yes. Park deck. Bowling night.
Your guy almost dislocated my knee.

I was just gonna bowl, and then
I woke up with a fucked-up leg!

If you're pissed
because we left you there,

you said yourself we should run away.
(squeaking)

Not so bad,

I had, uhm... I had...

at the front entrance,
the feeling I'd seen you two.

You and Prince Oil Cap.
Tangled in your relationship dispute.

Hope you're back in the pink bubble,
'coz I have some bad news.

The Russians
are looking for your husband.

One text message and he's dead.

But it's not so bad. I'm a relaxed
transhumanist. Give me the pen.

I'll write down my number here,

and then you'll be able
to contact me in peace.

Without causing him to die.

The Calle way. Relaxed.

As it suits my nature.
(doo opens)

Rasaq?
- She'll be right there.

Not a word.

Not even a hyphen in your eyes,
or the Russians will settle this.

Okay? See you around!

Have fun.

(Calle sighs)

(chattering)

Hey. Jessica.
- Hey.

Good to see you.
- Jazz.

Jazz, I'm Henning. (chuckles)

Sorry to meet so spontaneously,
but cool that you're here.

Are you thirsty?
- Mmm. For alcohol?

(sighs) They do have it.
What do you want?

A margarita.

Jenny, can you make
a margarita, please?

I'm gonna cut right to the chase.
Because I'm so excited for you.

I think it's so amazing what you did.
You showed such courage.

You didn't let anyone tell you
what to do. Just real, pure you.

I haven't seen that in castings.

I see people puking or sweating
or something, but that...

That was just awesome. Really.

Okay. I have to be honest...

Yes, the dancing wasn't enough
for this project.

But... you also
measured yourself against women

who've been dancing since they were two
or three, five times a day, every day.

I watched your channel
and that subway video...

Are you kidding me? That's so crazy!

I totally figured out
why this gig didn't work for you.

Because you need to be the focus.
You don't share the stage with others.

You need the stage for yourself,
then you're the star.

One has to build you the stage
and that's it.

And that also
brings me to the next point.

I have a new commercial in two days,

and I'd like to just cancel
the talent that I have booked

and say "yes" to you instead.
I'm so up for you doing that.

So, if you're up for it,
then the job is yours.

Just like that?

You can say you have another talent
and I get the job? Without casting?

Basically. (chuckling)

It's like this:
The client has a product,

and they don't know
how to make it cool.

So then I come in and make it cool.

I turn it into art
and make it movie-like,

and they don't give a shit how I do it.

And so, I know, no doubt, with you
it would be Hollywood, you know?

And there's really good money
in it too. So, if you're up for it...

(Jazz) Okay. Sounds nice.
- (chuckling) Doesn't it?

And what kind of commercial is it?
- For a mop.

(chuckling)

For a mop?

(Fanta) That's crazy! You're in an ad!

Congratulations!
That's so intense!

(Fanta) For real. Yes!

Hmmm... This is a mop commercial, man.
- Mop, rag, sponge. Doesn't matter.

I can't earn that much in six months.
- (Fanta) Para is para.

You're right. When I get the money,
we'll go on a real road trip.

I swear, you guys! We'll make it
a real road trip. In a limo!

(Hajra) Oh!
- In a limo, on me, okay?

(Fanta) Upgrade!
- (Hajra) Mini bar!

And a shot at every traffic light.
- You'll be dead after three.

Who cares? (chuckles)

Hey, I wanna look out of the window
and go, "Ooh"!

(Fanta) Like last time.

(Hajra) Cheers to you job.
- (Fanta) Cheers!

I love you guys!

Love you too, habibi .
- That's so amazing!

(Jazz chuckles)

Okay, shall we finish setting up?
I still have to study.

(Fanta) Ooh!
- Let's chill a bit more!

I really don't have the time. I can't.

Hey, Ras.

Can you take us somewhere?
- Yeah!

Where should I take us to?
The North Sea?

Seriously? The North Sea? No!

(Rasaq) Where then?
- Dude, I wanna go to Cuba.

It'll take days to get there.

Brazil. Cuba is too far.
- Somewhere with an ocean.

Hawaii!
I wanna have coconuts on my breasts!

Okay, let's go to Hawaii!
- Okay. Wallah , ey!

(laughing)

Let's go directly to a beach party?
- Yeah.

I can hear the music already.
- Let's get a piña colada!

I can smell the ocean.
Can you smell it?

(inhaling deeply)
- (laughing)

Hey, have I told you guys yet
what Zadie said?

What?
- No.

So, she asked me
if I wanted to be with her.

Ah!
- Swear?

Yeah.
- No way. What did you say?

I don't know. She has a polyamorous
relationship with Nina and...

A poly-what?
- Polyamorous.

What does that mean?
- So, it's like...

She's with Nina,
but also wants to be with me,

but Nina knows about it.

So, hippy-like.
Everyone with everyone?

Nah. Isn't it that
Zadie has two relationships,

so, one with Fanta,
and then one with Nina?

Hold on. I'm gonna Google it.
- Dude, come on.

I don't share my plate, man!

You don't have to share.
Or do you want something from Nina?

No, man!
- Okay, listen up.

"Polyamorous relationships
are based on the intention

to create long-term relationships
with each other.

We're also in
in a poly relationship.

So, that's without sex?
- No, I wasn't done yet.

Yes, it's with sex, of course.

But it's not everybody with everybody,
but moderately.

Zadie can have sex with Fanta,
but also with Nina.

So, she's having two relationships.

Dude, no way you're gonna do that.
You're number one. All or nothing.

You're a dream woman!
We don't do that!

That's how I see it too.
- I don't know. I'd be too jealous.

Mm-hmm.
- Why? She can try it out if she wants.

Yeah, I already can't handle it.

Honestly, Fanta,
I wouldn't worry so much about it.

(breaks screeching)
Yallah! We've arrived. Get out.

No!
- We have to finish setting up.

- Wallah , strictest mom in the world.
- I swear!

(Jazz) Dude, Haj. Can you help Fanta?
- I'm good. No!

(Fanta) Give me these.

(Hajra) Grab these bottles too.
- Yeah.

(Hajra) Hey, Ras. You too!
- (Fanta) Get out! Now!

(ominous music playing)

(whirring)
(music stops)

Dude, why is there gasoline here?
You wanna burn us down?

No, I use it to extract the alkaloids
from the lye, the DMT.

That's why.

What is DMT?

Dimethyltryptamine
is the technical term.

It's hallucinogen, among other things.

It's the same substance as
the body secretes just before death.

I can't describe it.
You have to experience it yourself.

It's like me trying to explain
a color you've never seen before.

Well... a friend of mine new afterwards
what his purpose in life was.

And do you know
what your purpose is now?

Yeah.

Let's say I'm working on it.
- Should we do some lines?

What? You don't sniff that stuff.
You smoke it.

Like crack?
- Like crack. (chuckles)

Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Okay? You're ready?

Yeah, safe.
- (laughs) It doesn't work like that.

The surrounding has to be right.

The mood has to be right.
- What's wrong with our mood?

I love our mood.
- Good. Me too.

You have to prepare mentally.

You're confronted
with your subconscious.

Things will come up.

If you have a psychosis,
what do I do then?

(laughs) I won't have psychosis.

I know this psycho shit.
I can handle it.

I swear.
- We'll do it, for sure.

Good.
- But not now.

Cool?

Cool.

(woman) Mr. Jung?
Jessica Staupe is here.

Hey! How's it going?
- Hey!

You get here okay?
- Yeah! It was so nice!

Getting picked up in a cool car!
- Totally! I had these tiny drinks!

Did you take some with you?
- You know I did.

Come on.
I'll show you the set. It's crazy.

Looks amazing, right?

Yeah... I imagined it differently.

Why? What do you mean "differently?"

Cleaner.

The pool is actually clean.
But now dirty.

Then comes the mop,
everything shines, bam!

The customer's convinced.
- Okay, but do I have to clean it?

A little cleaning, a little dancing.
And the slogan:

"That simple". And done.

Well, as long as I don't dance
with the mop, man. (chuckles)

Have a seat.

Tell me. What's upsetting you?

(metal clanking)

I think it's a bit embarrassing.

Dancing with... with a mop.
It's so cringe.

You know?
I feel a little like I've...

been thrown into
an empty pool downstairs.

I understand. I think it's embarrassing
to dance with a mop too.

I never have.

But the thing is,
if you do it, it's cool.

And so the product is cool too.
You know?

I have another idea.

I'll dance in the pool,

and, in the commercial,
at the end, the mop comes in

and then, like, woosh:
"Here's your cleaning mop".

That's a good idea, but it has
to do with market research

and emotional attachment
to the product and protagonist.

It's not so important,
but it must be in your hand.

Then you can throw it away.
You're free.

Nobody dictates anything to you.
You just do you.

Yeah?

I can do what I want?

One hundred percent.

Hmm?

Pow!

Tsss!
- Woo!

(chirping)

The cops busted my car wash.
My main source of income.

Now I'm left high and dry, with less.

And the deal with the Golden Girls
went to shit too,

because your guy
almost blew my legs off.

Now I have a huge
boner-full of problems.

Glad you're here
to stimulate the economy.

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything!

I'm making you an offer
to save two people's lives

over a month and a half
with three K a week.

Have you ever exchanged cash?
- What do you mean?

By hand.
Or are you a credit card fetishist?

You have to exchange
the dirty bills for regular cash.

Because nobody cares
if it's a real fox or a fake 50.

What nobody cares about, is halal . Huh?

Where am I supposed to do that?

Hatam and his friends developed
a lot of business branches.

All totally profitable.

Everywhere cash is involved,
you swap the fake bills for real ones.

Calle, I can't do that.

But the Russians are really good.
Especially at one thing.

That is to make sure that death
will part you before you say "I do".

(in a high-pitched voice)
Spidi, dinner!

Can we settle this some other way?

There's nothing to settle.
I like you. You have love.

You're loyal to your husband.

That's always been
to-die to me in my relationships.

But we live in a capitalistic world
of make-believe.

And you're in the prime of your life.

So, there's no one who knows more
about counterfeit money than you.

Wrap your head around that,
or lose your heart.

And I'd hate to see that happen.

(envelope rustling)

(heavy rainfall)
(thundering)

(sighing)

And Pastor Jo gave you this
for 45,000?

Uh-huh. Nice, right?

I think he probably has saved
3,000 to 4,000 for himself.

Yes, and if so,
that is now mine. It's mine!

And we can keep it all here,
then I'll sell it.

Yes, and I'll be in the plus again.
- Okay.

Here we'll do the hair.

Mirror, table, chairs...
- No.

I thought we'd do the hair there.
Moe space.

We have a whole wall.
Three chairs in a row. Perfect.

Yes, it's a good idea.

But I was thinking: shelves...
- Uh-huh.

Hair care products, something to eat.

And people will sit here.
- Okay, that's nice.

It's good, huh?

There goes a speaker, speaker...

Wait! Why don't you make it a club?

People wanna get
their hair done and go.

Not like other afro shops,
waiting two hours and stuff.

I want people to have fun.

I'll keep setting up,
and you help me carry the stuff in.

Aye, aye, sir.

Ugh! All of it?

That's only half of it.

(groaning)
- Oh! It's heavy.

(doo opens)

Jazz.

Ten out of ten. That was great.

How was it for you? Huh?

I don't know.
- What do you mean? What's going on?

It was all just a little embarrassing.

No! Why?
Was there something wrong with the set?

No, it was just somehow super cheesy.

Melli, give us five minutes, please.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

It was cheesy?

What was cheesy?

(sighs) It was...

That was somehow...
a bit 'Hocus Pocus'-style.

Good thing I didn't let you
fly away on that mop, huh?

(chuckling)
I know what you mean. I understand.

It's just a mop.
It's not cool, but you sold it as cool.

That's the main thing.

You got the credits.
And 18-year-olds are now buying this.

Talking to their moms like.
"Let me wipe the floor."

I swear.

You did really great.
This is only the beginning.

The thing is...

With the dancing, I... I just want
to be taken seriously, you know?

I take you seriously.
- Taken seriously with dancing.

That's why I want
to go to the school and train.

We're honest with each other, right?
- Yeah.

Well, I'll just say it once
and you decide anyway.

You do your thing. I think that's cool.

But with the dance education...

What do you want with that?

You get once or twice a month at
Friedrichstadtpalast dancing as a tree.

If you're lucky,
maybe you get a cloud or something.

I once saw someone playing a match.

Redhead, standing around.
- Dude.

A mop is cooler
than a match. (chuckles)

It's only the beginning.

I'll open the door.
We can go through it together.

We can go anywhere!

New York, South of France, Africa...
Wherever you want. Easy money.

We're all over the world,
establishing you as a brand.

You have the attitude,
you have the look.

You don't put up with anything.

That's what people are looking for.

We can go all the way to the top.
Then you can choose what you want.

You can be an actress, a top model.
Your face will be everywhere.

But what I want is to be a dancer.
- Then be a dancer.

You can... afford a coach
or even do Broadway!

That's the way to go it.
People know you if they know, "Oh!".

Then that's why they're gonna watch.

Okay.
- Okay. (chuckles)

I also have a new client.

For what?

I won't tell you.
Maybe you won't do it.

And you wanna do it with me?

If you want it, I'll put you forward.
- Yeah?

I would do it.
- And what is it? Toilet brush?

(laughing) Toilet paper.

Oh, dude! Fuck you, man!

Joking!

No, it's really cool.
Really. It's a good customer.

And I promise you'll be proud of it.

I can't tell. It's top secret.
But it's a good one. I swear.

Okay. I'll give you one more chance.

Ah!

One last chance, yeah?
- Last chance.

Okay. I'll put you forward.
- Nice.

That was really cool today. Really.

(chuckling)

I'll save it.
It'll be worth a lot.

(laughing)
(siren blaring)

(song: "Last Call" by Midi Mafia)

(Can) That's badass.

Yo, Haj. There are so many already.

Here's your beer.
- Thanks, habibi .

Hey! Is the register cool?
- (Rasaq) Yes, all good!

(excited chattering)
Hey! Come in.

Right over there.

(Rasaq) Welcome. Thank you, habibi .

Have a good time.

Thanks. This way.
- (Can) How are you?

Hey, bro. What's up?
Yeah! Through the fridge please.

(music intensifies)

(cheering)

(shouting)

Sorry, guys. It's full.

It's full, dude.
What do you want me to do?

Get the fuck out of here.
- (man) Please!

(siren blaring)

Dude! Fuck off now! Fuck off!

Can, bro! The cops!
- Fuck!

Get down!
- Tell them to get down!

(shouting) Fanta!

Fanta!

Cops! Cops!

(music stops)
(crowd boos)

Listen, everybody! Quiet!
The cops are here!

Seriously! Be quiet!

(shouting)
Listen!

Shut up. The cops are upstairs.
(silence)

(silence)

(siren blaring, then fading)

Yo, we can go on!
(cheering)

(music starts playing)

(cheering)
(clapping)

(new song begins to play)

(new song begins to play)

(new song begins to play)

(new song begins to play)

(cheering)

(music fades, then stops)

(laughing)
(Fanta) That was such a good night!

I'm so drunk!
- I'm so ready to sleep!

(Rasaq) That was crazy!
- (Hajra) You dank like a fish!

Cheers!
(shouting)

Want help cleaning up?
- No, Can and I will do the rest.

(Fanta) I'm going home now.

Ras? You cashing out?
- Yes.

Let's get this done!

(song: "Brad Pitt" by MØ"

WOULD BE GREAT
IF YOU COULD BE THERE NEXT WEEKEND!

LOOKS SO COOL! WHERE IS THAT?

(song continues to play)

(music stops abruptly)
(birds chirping)

(song starts playing again)

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