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Oh shit, that was cool!

Look at all the smoke!

- Hi. - Hey.

Why you sitting here all alone?

- Waiting for my bro. - Oh, your bro... cool.

Got a spare cig?

Maybe I do. Aren't you too young for that?

It's for our big brother.

Right. And how old is he?

- 18. - 19.

- Which is it then? - 19, my bad.

- He can buy his own cigs then. - He broke his leg.

- How? - Doing scooter tricks in a skate park.

- I'll give you one. - All right.

- Are these mint? - Yeah.

My bro says they suck.

- Don't take it then. - No, I'll take it.

- Come on, one for Covid too? - No.

Let's blow.

Thanks, see you.

Let's go, Covid.

That bus was a nightmare.

AC was running like crazy.

So it was like -10º inside.

Then you come out and it's +35.

Awful.

And how did it go yesterday?

It was good, I guess.

- Stress got to you? - Nah.

Did a lot of people come?

Yeah, quite a few.

Is mom home?

She was at church when I left.

Not so fast, I got the heavier one.

- Wasn't there a better way? - It's a shortcut.

Give me that, I'll help you.

Tymek hasn't eaten all day, he was saving room for your cooking.

- Do you like the pierogi? - Uh, yeah, they're good.

Of course they are.

It's gonna shit on my plate, can you take this bird?

Mom makes the best fucking pierogi.

If you don't like it, then don't eat it!

Hey, I just said these are awesome pierogi.

They taste good the first three days. Then you've had enough.

- Let's go, birdy. - Take it off me, please.

- Does he know? - Know what?

Mom's on town council.

- Really? - Really.

- I was elected. - That's nice.

Hey, stop it. Come here.

Come here.

Where are you going?

Can't we have dinner together, like normal people?

Leave him alone, he ate before.

So, what do you do on this council?

Well... I vote.

So this guy scored some weed,

they went back home and smoked a bowl.

He got up and was pale as fuck.

Started shaking, fell the fuck down. Had the weirdest trip.

Turned out the guy sold them Spice.

- Who does that? - It's fucked up, man.

The guy is gonna get his ass beat for pulling shit like this.

And you, you stayin' for good?

No, just for the holidays.

Holidays, cool.

I saw you on TV the other day!

You have to be determined as fuck to play that piano like that.

Cool.

Dave, is it true your car got stolen?

Yeah. Pigs towed it to the impound.

How much would it cost?

I stopped counting. A hundred a day or so.

And it's been there so long, I don't even want it anymore.

I'd have to pay for the towing, too.

- Fuck it, I'll just buy a new car. - Makes more sense.

- So, you guys need anything? - No, thanks.

Nope.

- Hi. - Hello.

Can I get a coke from the fridge?

Thanks.

Is this kebab place new?

- Opened about three months ago. - In March.

It's okay, though. I don't mind them.

They let you drink beer if you buy a kebab.

They're okay, I guess.

That piano you have at home...

- How is it? Is it tuned? - No.

Why not?

'Cause I haven't tuned it.

So you don't play on it?

Not really.

What do you play on then?

I don't play at all.

You know, you didn't get in this time

...it's not a reason to quit playing.

Lots of people don't get into university on first try

It's completely normal.

But it's not really just about that, is it?

You're up early.

I can't sleep.

- Wanna play? - Yeah.

- I'm taking Borussia. - Okay.

I'll be Liverpool.

Is mom working a lot lately?

- I guess. - You guess?

Yeah, she's working a lot.

- And the old man? - What about him?

- Did he call recently? - Yeah, right.

Why, did he call you?

The last time we spoke was about six months ago.

When I won the competition.

Mom and I didn't win any competition.

Not even the lottery. Maybe that's why.

- Fuck. Who's at the door? - I dunno.

Give me a drag off that.

Hey y'all, I'm here rappin' with my squad

It's young rap, it's my crew ya man

When I'm old as fuck, call me Leo Ban

I break in yo house to push you my rhyme

The future is ours, the years and the hours

It's your own fault if you wasted your time

We've got a while, we put on a show

These tracks can make a disco blow

Our style's rough like…

Fuck, sorry.

- Hey, Jaca? - What?

- Did you close the balcony? - No.

But I put the bird in the cage.

That's not it. The place is filled with smoke.

- I don't want mom to get pissed. - It's fine.

- Let's stop by the shop and buy beer. - Fine.

Cool.

- Who was that? - You didn't recognize Nicola?

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- Aren't you friends on Facebook? - Old love never dies.

- Have you had kapsalon? - What?

- Kapsalon. - What?

- Kapsalon! - What is it?

It's like a kebab, but baked with cheese.

You've never seen it before?

- It looks good. - Does it taste good?

I've never tried it.

When are you leaving, Dave?

After the holidays.

- Where are you going? - To Norway, to work.

And to see my bro. That's why I'm learning English.

Why not Norwegian?

Me, learn fuckin' Norwegian? Life's too short for shit like that.

Everyone there speaks English, even the cleaners.

So I'm learning I am, you are, and all that shit.

Dave,

- Read this. - What is it?

The fuck you laughing about? Better learn speak Polish.

- I understand Polish. - Yeah, right.

Leave him be.

- He's laughing at me. - 'Cause you're funny.

Where are they from?

- Who knows, no one talks to them. - Why not?

They don't speak Polish, and it's hard in English.

For them?

- For us. - Speak for yourself.

I'm done.

Give me a swig.

Yo guys!

- Hey, it's the doggy! - Hello, Krepel...

- Hi, guys. - How is it going?

- Hey, I can't dogs. - What?

Well, I can't help you with that.

- Are you staying long? - You can't dogs.

- Can't what? - Dogs can't here.

I told you they can't speak Polish.

Jaca.

Hey!

Jaca!

Get up.

- Get up. - Fuck off.

Too fast. Your left hand is off.

There was no repetition.

- You're changing fingers? - Yes.

No, you have to do second, then first.

You have to use your first finger more.

Go deeper.

It doesn't sound right, I don't know why.

I'm losing the shape of the motif now.

It's very flat.

Okay.

Focus on the phrase.

Your fingers aren't right.

Keep your fingertips more active.

Much better.

That's good.

Very nice.

Why aren't you practicing?

- I'm taking some time off. - From what?

You just didn't make the exam. So what?

That's why I need some time off.

That's a lot of time off.

So your plan is to stop practicing until a week before the exam?

You can't take time off from playing. It's supposed to be your profession.

What else have you got to do around here?

I can hear you have potential, but you're lazy.

- You're hangin' around, chasing ass. - What ass?

- You know, like Ania. - I'm spending time with my girlfriend.

- You're wasting your time. - No, I'm not.

Instead of preparing for the exam, working systematically,

you're hanging out with your bros, chasing ass.

I'm not, I'm with Ania.

Forget about Ania.

Trust me, when you move to the city, start the academy,

and leave this shithole, you'll have all the chicks you want.

Don't ruin your life for some juvenile relationship.

I love her. It's not juvenile to me.

It's your call.

You left. Where are your chicks?

Fuck, so I'm walking through a square.

- In your neighborhood? - Yeah.

I'm almost home, in the tunnel by the train station.

Lots of people.

A guy is walking towards me. More or less my size.

I look at him.

So he looks at me, says, "What you looking at, faggot?"

I get the looking part, but why faggot?

So I come up to him and I headbutt him.

He falls, people are staring.

It turned out that we got the shittiest stuff. Complete bust.

Hey, is there any more beer?

- I mean, total bad trip. - Maybe it was salvia?

- Whose is this? - Leave my stuff alone.

You have a dictionary?

You're going to the UK? You didn't say anything.

Give it back.

- What's wonderful? - Give it back.

- What does it mean? - I don't know.

- I can give you lessons, you know. - Fuck off.

What did you say? You wanna get hurt?

Just kidding, bro.

Can't you take a fuckin' joke?

What's with the silence?

Jaca?

I'm off. Are you coming?

I'm staying.

- You're going already? - Yeah.

- Good boy. - See ya.

What's that?

Snus. A kind of tobacco.

You put it next to your gums and you don't need to smoke.

I brought a lot from Sweden, you can have this.

- You put it in? - Yeah.

When did you come back?

Around three months ago.

Wait.

You went away more or less when I was moving to Warsaw.

When was it? Three years ago?

About three years.

Why did you come back?

Dad had a job there, it was all right.

But he got laid off. His contract ended.

I mean, they fired him. Well... it sucks.

He started drinking, causing trouble.

Mom said she couldn't take it anymore.

So we came back to Poland.

Dad stayed over there. We don't talk anymore.

What will you do now?

I passed my high school exams. I didn't get to do it before I left.

And I'm starting a business.

What business?

CBD, cannabis. You know it?

It's mega popular now. We'll see.

- What about you? - Me?

- You still play? - Sure.

I have to.

I got a scholarship. In Dusseldorf, for two years.

I'm going to Germany at the end of the summer.

- Awesome, congrats. - Thanks.

You're a star!

I bet the chicks love you.

Not always.

Fuck, it burns!

- Are you okay? - Cool.

Karol, wake up! We're at the beach!

Get in the water!

How come the darker your skin is, the worse you are at swimming?

- Stop it. - I'm faster.

Leave me alone.

What?

Relax, I'm not attacking you, fuckin' gypsy.

Let's go swim then.

- It's mine! - Let go!

Stop it!

You're awful.

One, two…

Fuck off!

Leave me alone, Dave!

Why don't you fuck off!

You're not going in?

I can't swim.

I heard you're going to Germany.

I am, after the holidays.

For a two-year scholarship.

What will you do there? Play?

I'll study there. Live there for two years.

Play, go to classes.

That's awesome. You must be glad.

So fucking glad.

What are your plans?

I'm staying here.

I found a school, doing a BA in sports.

- So you'll be studying here? - Yeah, I'm staying put.

Don't you want to go someplace else?

I don't. I like it here.

Plus, Jacek is here.

So, sport school, huh?

Exactly.

What can you do after that? Teach P.E.?

Yeah. P.E. teacher.

Here I come guys!

Look how cute he is!

What are you doing?

Jesus.

Awesome!

Fuck!

Oh God!

Shit!

Oh my God.

It wasn't funny at all.

I'm sorry.

Good.

- How's your back? - My back?

- It hurts a little. - It does?

It does.

Go on, I'll just…

- It doesn't hurt. - Here?

Back. Go on.

Say something!

- Try it. - You're such a nice guy.

- Now… - Not enough!

- What am I supposed to do? - Inhale.

- Hold it… - My voice is naturally subtle.

That's not true. Let me just...

Oh fuck.

I got scared it'll stay like that. Take it.

Ladies first, huh?

With sugar. I like it.

- It's bad for you. - I need some sweetness in my life.

- Tymo? - Yeah?

- Tell me something. - Sure.

- Really? - Yeah. What should I say?

- What? - You'll make a weird face.

Tell me.

Are all your fingers this strong?

- Tymek! - Just 80% of them.

- Which one is weakest? - The ring finger. The fourth one.

I wonder why.

You can't lift it up.

It's dependent on the third and fifth.

You've got some range, man.

That's cool.

- What? - Nothing.

Stop it.

- Finally! - This fucking guy can't drive for shit.

Look! I told you something stinks in here.

I don't know the guy.

We went to that Explosion place yesterday.

Some chick asks me if I can get her mephedrone.

I can't get mephedrone? Should have slapped the bitch...

We got there and said…

What the fuck is he saying?

Let's have fun with the fucker. Yoo-hoo!

Be quiet. There are fucking people here.

Will you be quiet?

- Are you fucking deaf? - Be quiet!

Quiet, I said.

People are coming back from work They need some fucking peace.

- The fuck are you doing? - Shut up!

Speak in Polish.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Allah Abdul, fuck you!

Fuck Allah!

What?

Excuse me, miss.

You were fucking too loud.

Look here, he's fuckin' Moses!

Totally worn out.

Look at this condom!

- Put it on his head! - Put it on.

Put it on.

Put the condom on.

Cool hat. I'm keeping it.

You'll have two.

You should have kept quiet.

Hey, shut the fuck up!

- Sorry, hon. - I can't focus.

- All right. - Tough girl.

You're fucking disturbing the lady.

Fucking rude piece of shit.

- Please, give me my bag. - What?

Read left to right, fucker!

You're fucking cute.

This fucker.

- Could you please give me my bag? - Fuck him.

Fuck off.

Here, eat this.

We've got the fuckin' bag.

Fuck that asshole.

Fuck him.

See you tomorrow.

- See you. - Bye.

Do you…

Do you speak Polish?

Not big.

No, I want the middle size wrap.

Not big Polish.

Okay.

So, English?

Yes, English yes.

So how long are you in Poland?

Seven months.

Do you like it here? I mean Poland, the city?

Okay. Small, but okay.

Did they welcome you with bread and salt?

In our country, it means, between us bread and salt,

it means we are brothers, everything is good.

I see.

Similar, but not the same.

A bit different, yeah.

In our country, if you come, they don't know you,

you say, I'm homeless, I need a place to stay,

three days they should…

You're guest, three days. No questions.

What's your name, what, no.

Three days sleep, eat, drink, no question.

Just like Poland. Same here.

- No? - What do you mean?

It's…

Tymek, right?

Yeah.

- And you're Józef? - Youssef.

Józef is Polish version.

Yeah, very similar. Józef.

Youssef.

Did you get your backpack back?

No. I will not get it back, for sure.

You know, in Arabic, we say 'maktub.'

- Makhtoob? - Maktub.

What does it mean?

That everything that will happen is already written.

Okay, it's like…

It is like it's supposed to be, something like this?

So it was maktub.

He almost fell!

- You're brothers? - Yeah.

You?

- Yeah. Can't you see? - A little.

- You do freestyle? - He does.

- You do? - A little.

Give me a beat.

If your bro's in trouble Lend him a hand

If he's waiting for you a good bro will wait

Do a bit of sport play some basketball

Jump in the pool, don't smoke at all

If you wanna get in shape Quit the cigarettes

Don't go to the police You've got a bro who bleeds

You got a bro helpin' you out He'll never sell you out

If he talks to authorities, He's not a bro, but a fag, he is, hey!

I took my bro to go see the movies

Took him to the pool, smoked Alladin's doobies

We smoked joints I taught him 'bout life

Now it's your turn to teach him, Hi life

- Hi. - Come on.

Enjoy.

- Are you hungry? - I am.

Three wrapped kebabs.

With double meat!

Go on.

What's up, crazy guy?

You're always here... eating those kebabs.

What else would I be doing in a kebab bar?

That's the way it is.

He's taking his time.

The knives need sharpening?

- Stop it. - Need help?

Stop it.

Don't be mean to him.

Dave, you're the polyglot.

Tell him to move faster.

Tell it to him in Muslim.

Jesus.

Say something to him in fucking Muslim.

Come on, do it.

Do it.

I told you he would understand.

Hurry up.

Here you go.

Jaca, get that.

Go on.

It's taking forever.

Thanks.

Let's see what he made.

Enjoy.

Jaca, get me a napkin. He put in too much fucking sauce.

He thinks he can give us a shitty kebab?

There's more sauce than meat.

- What's so funny? - "i'm not drinking anymore!"

I guess…

- That's you, right? - Wait. One, two…

I thought I had six fingers.

The thumb is really long, see that?

Like this.

"That's why I play so well."

This is a great photo.

Does it run in the family?

- What? - Who is it?

- Who is it? - No idea. Why?

He looks like your dad. Or grandpa.

I don't think so.

You don't know what your dad and grandpa look like?

Tell me more, flower boy.

This one is cool.

How old were you here?

I don't know. Jaca was about four or five.

I was six or seven.

You started playing so early. I didn't know that.

Jaca was mostly picking his nose then.

I started when I was six, he started a year or two later.

That's why we didn't go out that much.

Right, you weren't with us often.

It was a while ago, but I don't think you were.

You're right.

Cool photos.

It's hot in here.

I'll open the window.

Where's your mom?

With the kids, at the day center.

Seriously? You haven't unpacked?

I didn't feel like it.

I found this series recently. Have you seen it?

It's really cool.

How do I find it? What was it called?

I'm sure I haven't seen it.

I haven't seen anything new.

It had this weird, long title. Not in Polish.

Forget it, I'm not going to remember it.

Okay, that's fine.

You rolled over my toe.

Sorry.

So, do you know the guys from the kebab?

I do, why?

That younger one, where's he from anyway?

No idea. Why?

I was just curious.

Is it true?

What?

That Chopin was a fag?

Why are you just standing there?

Get him!

Fuck!

Fucking hell, man!

Get him!

Want a drag?

Go on.

Come on, do it.

I'm in ER in agony

Jerking off on the balcony

It's all baloney

Don't need cabbage, no

I dig it like a rhino

My dad's an albino

I'm a real outlaw

Chicks gaping in awe

Fuck the prosecutor

I won't pay a fee or fine

I just do a line

Go on, show us your tits

Even Shakespeare got blitzed

"Your parents are really nice men."

- Is that Nicola? - Where?

- Over there. - No way, she's home.

- What are you doing? - Turning around to get her.

She's home, I walked her there.

No way it's her.

- It's definitely her, with the kebab guy. - No shit.

Shit, really?

Those fucking Arabs!

Tymo, he's hitting on your chick!

Girls like a suntan.

What a random place to get off.

The ass gasket got loose. He needs a ring, the thread is broken.

Look, it's our kebab man.

Hey, babe! Are you lost?

Where the fuck are you going?

Wait!

Get over here.

Hey!

Why are you alone here? In my neighbourhood?

Slow down, where are you going?

Come on, let's talk.

Allahu Akbar!

He fucking fell down!

That cunt.

Did you see him fall?

Fucking dumbass. That'll teach him.

Come our beloved May

I'll gladly welcome you

Let the shy violets

Have a peek at the world

Smile!

Leaves rustle in the wind

Adorn the trees in green

Come, I want to once more

Wander among the fields

Again. And…

Breathe in.

She was supposed to come.

But she's not here.

Watch him for a while. His mom didn't pick him up.

- I'll call her. - What am I supposed to do?

He plays the piano.

- Olek? - Yes?

You'll play together and I'll call your mom.

Please, just for a moment.

Come on.

Play louder on the right.

Right hand. Show me your right hand.

Play louder with this hand.

Right hand louder.

- I'll start over. - Fine, but make the right hand louder.

Wait.

Again.

Can't you hear your left and right are out of sync?

How long have you been playing?

Two and a half year.

- Two and a half years. - Right.

I mean…

What?

Two and a half.

Two and a half years?

Who do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be…

- Who do you want to be? - An engineer.

- An engineer? - Yes.

- So why do you play? - Because I want to.

Try again, from the top.

Can you play anything else?

I don't remember the other ones.

Nothing? Is this the only thing you play?

I play other things, too.

Show me.

It's out of sync. Try again.

Wait, focus.

Do you have the sheet music?

- Play something else. - I can't think of anything.

You only know one song?

Again?

Are you crying?

I'm not.

Play.

Do you know the name of this song?

"Ode to Joy."

So why are you crying?

Should I play now?

You know.

After I was born, my old man quit drinking for like ten years.

One day I was playing ball outside.

The ball got on the roof. I went up to get it.

I don't remember why I came up to the edge of the roof.

No idea what came over me.

I walked up to the edge and looked down on the courtyard below.

I saw my old man. We lived on the ground floor.

He came up to the balcony and hid something there.

Then he went around the building to the flat.

I kept wondering what he hid there.

I went down and took it out.

Then I realized.

My old man was what they call a non-drinking alcoholic.

If he drinks, he goes on a bender.

And he got a beer.

Fuck.

Then I made the biggest mistake of my life.

He was hiding the drinking.

So I went to my mom and told her about it.

And then she…

Sorry, guys. Something fell into my eye.

Allergies, spring and shit.

I told her and that was a mistake.

Mom went to talk to him,

and then he stopped hiding, went off the rails.

Fuck.

It sucks.

Hilarious stuff.

He tried to treat lung cancer with horse muscle ointment.

That motherfucker.

He was one of a kind.

I fucking loved the guy.

But you know…

How could a kid not love his father?

But... you know,

Now it's better, that's what mum says.

So it's cool.

All good.

This shit doesn't work. Got a light?

No, man.

Hi.

Come down.

Come to me.

What is it?

Chopin's Nocturne in C minor, Opus 48.

It's an interesting story, actually.

There's this Croatian pianist, Ivo Pogorelić.

In the 1980s, he participated in the Chopin Piano Competition.

Later on, he had a big concert tour.

When he was on tour, he learned his wife died.

She had cancer and she died while he was on tour.

He canceled all his concerts.

Except the one on the day when he learned about her death.

He asked that all lights in the room be turned off.

The hall was completely dark.

He came out and played one song. This Nocturne.

And then he left the stage.

Play it then.

But this piano is…

Play it, play one bit.

Who's got change?

- Your old man. - Maybe I do.

- How about a fiver? - Wanna punch it?

Can I go first?

All right, go on.

- 777. - Awesome!

I wanna do the head, too.

Do it!

K.O.!

Nice hit.

That was bad, man.

Your turn, Tymek.

- No… - Come on!

- Don't be a pussy. - Do it!

- Fucking hell. - Guy's got a punch!

Now I think I'm gonna start playing piano.

Dude!

Am I getting this damned kebab or not?

Roll it faster.

Do you need a cutting lesson?

'Cause you're not doing great.

What kind of meat is it?

Gypsy?

Or Roman?

That darkie looks like a fag.

How about some ass?

What are you looking for in the fridge? Happiness?

Or a dick in the bum?

Who wants to armwrestle?

Who wants to get his ass kicked?

You? All right, let's do this.

Let's fucking do this shit.

The winner gets a kebab!

- Go! - Come on, man!

Stop it, that's cheating!

Fuck this shit!

Alright.

That fucking dance.

Why are you dancing to that crap?

Turn this shit off. I'll show you a real tune.

Come on, just one.

Just one fucking tune.

I've no idea what you're saying, but yeah.

Wait.

See ya!

He took his fucking phone.

- There he is. - Good!

Chill out, man.

It was a joke. Don't be so fucking stiff.

I wouldn't pinch your phone.

Can't you take a fucking joke?

Where's my kebab? It's been ages.

He's not cutting shit.

Not a tiny slice.

I wouldn't steal his fucking phone.

I don't need no Arab cells.

He should give you the PIN, too.

A Sand-Sung.

A Sand-Sung!

I'm gonna shit myself!

Can't you take a damn joke?

What now?

You're right.

The forth one is E minor.

It goes…

Could be.

- You know what I found? - Show me.

Look.

Remember this?

Oh fuck. I know what this is.

Where did you get it?

Found it on my old PC.

I think you played better then than you do now.

Are you upset?

Seriously, man?

You over it now?

You got the house keys?

No, you got them.

Sorry, guys.

I think my brother left his keys here.

Can we go and take a look?

Did you hear me? Can we just go in? Take a look?

No.

I see it's closed, but we left something here before.

Can we go and see?

Youssef, can you help me? You know what I mean. Can you just…

I'm sorry, I cannot help you.

Maybe you left them somewhere else? Lost them on the way?

No, I left them here, hundred percent. My wallet and my keys.

- I know I left them here. - Are you sure?

I'm sure it was here.

My brother is pretty sure it's here. Can we go and take a look?

It's not a big deal. Can we just go and find out?

*Hey, man. *Please let me in for a second.

*Please.

*Please let me in.

*Why are you touching me?

Don't push him!

Stop it!

That was quick.

Mom must be asleep.

I think so.

Why do you play…

- You let it go. - Not the pedal.

- You don't respect the composer. - Fuck off.

You should start with G sharp.

- Not with C. - You made three mistakes.

- Mr "I respect the composer." - Here?

No.

I got the D.

Let's start over.

- Go on. - Okay.

Again. Move left.

This is the other way round. Which one is the…

Now you tighten it.

It's like a tie. If you pull the outer one…

Then it goes…

Which one is it? It's like this.

Now you pull it up.

It's too small.

Maybe I can do…

This.

And like this.

And this.

Fuck, I do it way better on myself.

It's not bad, but it's too small.

- Look. - It's fine.

I'll borrow it from you if I ever have to wait tables.

I'm supposed to wear a white shirt, but it looks bad without a jacket.

And I'm not wearing a tailcoat, it's ridiculous.

- Fuck it. - Tailcoats are cool, but what's this you're wearing?

What's your problem, Tymo?

Black clothes, old groupies. What the fuck's going on?

It is what it is.

You look awesome. Was the coffin heavy?

I saw Gypsy Pickles in a shop once.

What? Gypsy Pickles?

I was high then and I couldn't stop laughing.

What are Gypsy Pickles?

Looked like regular pickles in dirty water.

Fucking hell!

Let's go get a kebab.

Awesome.

Ask them.

No, it's open!

- They'll open. - It'll only take a minute!

Make us one each.

We'll take it to go.

- What's up, guys? - How's it going?

- Open the door! - It's the bros again.

- Open up, pal. - They don't wanna feed you?

- Just one, to go. - Let them in, they'll be good.

Just one.

What's done is done. Let them in.

Come on, make us a kebab. We'll take it to go.

Forget about the past.

One kebab and we're out.

We'll eat and go. What's done is done.

There you go.

Make us kebabs.

- What are we getting? - What meat is this?

Easy, man.

Easy, crazy guy.

Easy.

- Easy, man. - Make us one to go.

Come on, make us one each.

Just fucking do it.

Come on, you fucking...

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