01x01 - Makin' Para

[bunniefuu]

- Haj, chill. Tonight will be awesome!
- I'm chill.

- I'm good!
- Yeah!

- Haj, forget that jerk!
- Already forgotten. Let's party!

Let's party!

- Yo, what's up?
- Hi.

- Want peppermint schnapps?
- Yeah!

- Jazz...
- Show yourself!

- Hey, every time you have to...
- Should I grab some brews?

Regular or peppermint schnapps?

- You've had enough.
- Which one?

- No, no!
- Hey, come on!

- We'll just take these.
- sh*t!

- What the hell is this?
- Sorry.

- Hey, sorry. I'm sorry.
- We'll pay for them.

- No, just get out.
- Put the bottle down.

- We don't need it.
- And stop filming!

- Hey! Leave the bottle here.
- I'm not leaving it. I wanna buy it!

- You've drunk enough!
- What? Are you my dad?

- Dude, chill!
- Beat it!

You beat it! Then I'll just take it.

You son of a b*tch! I swear.

- We're sorry.
- Sorry about what?

I'll call the cops! Bring the bottle in.

Give me the bottle now!

Want your damn bottle?

- f*ck!
- Dude, Haj, are you an idiot?

- sh*t!
- Are you an idiot? Oh my God!

- f*ck!
- Oh my God!

f*ck, dude!

PARA
WE ARE KING

6 MONTHS LATER

MAKIN' PARA

- Did you just take a photo?
- What?

- Did you just take a damn photo?
- No.

- Give me that. Delete it!
- Hey! I don't have a photo.

- Jazz! You're done.
- They'll be all over the internet!

You never throw those jerks out!

That's a f*cking deal-breaker.
We agreed to conditions, dude!

- Yes, you dance. I'll see to the...
- Throw the jerk out, man!

Don't make such a scene!
You know what? I quit. I'm not a wh*re.

YILDIRIM DRIVING SCHOOL

Fanta, where have you been?
People are waiting.

- I know.
- I marinated the meat. You forgot to.

Okay, I'll do it.

"L'acte de naissance."

Birth certificate.

Building... What was it again?

"Absolument," absolutely.
"Absolument," absolutely.

- We're celebrating.
- Celebrating what?

- Hajra is back.
- Didn't you miss me?

No, I only miss paying customers.

- We'll pay next time.
- Can we get it on credit again?

- Please!
- Seriously?

You still owe me 1.20 for OCB papers.

- No...
- 1.202 How stingy!

- My brother paid for them.
- You don't have a brother!

- Just this once!
- We have something to celebrate.

Yeah, man. Just today. Just today.

On credit! I'm not exactly a bank.

- Stand-up guy!
- You can pay in instalments.

If you don't pay
I'll sic the credit office on you.

- We'll pay. I swear.
- Tell everyone my shop is the best!

That lowlife Mehmet has no chance.
They should all come here.

Thanks.

Same old no-good b*mbos.

- Kick!
- That's sweet.

- Oh, yeah. Here it comes!
- Now the kick.

And...

- Here it comes.
- Slide!

Yeah, man!

- Man, you've gotten so good.
- She's the best, I swear.

- Rock solid.
- A lot better than six months ago.

- Thanks.
- Did you apply at Lufthansa?

- Forget it, not with my record.
- What'll you do?

We'll see, my social worker
and I sent out applications.

- You'll get something good.
- Yeah.

Yeah, we'll see.
Hey, what's with Sarah?

Forget her. We're over.

Why? You guys were so sweet together.

- We didn't vibe together, you know?
- Sarah's a f*cking b*tch.

- For sure.
- Want to see something?

Dude! Shut up!
Oh my God, I'm so proud of youl!

What is that? What is it2

- It's my f*cking driver's license!
- No way!

- f*ck her f*cking license!
- Did your uncle pay for it¢

- For my 18th birthday.
- If my uncle did that...

- I'm so proud of you.
- Is this your brother?

- My brother?
- You look like a guy in this pic.

You do look a bit like Hafti here.

- It looks great!
- What do you mean?

Hey, let's snag a car
and drive somewhere.

Dude, imagine! In a cabriolet!
C... c... cabrio

On my wrist a Casio, C... C... Casio

Just get out of Berlin.
Who cares where.

I have the sickest sh*t for you.

I was...

- f*ck, dude! At...
- What?

- Yeah?
- I shopped from Calle.

- You b*tch, dude! What?
- Say what?

- What?
- Just for you, dude.

- We're with Fari. Well2
- You good?

- Yeah. You?
- How are you?

- Hajra is back.
- Hajra!

- Fari, nice to see you.
- You want to party?

There's the line.
Go to the back. Go on.

- What? As if!
- Come on.

- Dude!
- Thanks, Fari.

It's so nice. Fari never makes us wait.
He waves us by without a pat-down.

- But he'd sure like to pat Jazz down.
- That's true.

What's up with you and Fari2

This and that, but without feelings.

- This and that without feelings!
- Yes.

- Should I hold something?
- Yeah.

Hold this.

- Why just three?
- I'm out.

- Why not?
- I'm done with that crap.

Kick-a*s song!

Those aren't lines!

- What is that?
- This is a treat, you know?

You good?

- Yo, instant kick!
- Oh, yeah!

I always start
licking my lips like crazy.

Here, this helps.

Should I do it?

Nice and shiny.

- Enough. Enough.
- Okay.

Sweetie, are you all right?

Are you all right?

I thought I had to puke.

Aw, dude!

Hey, don't puke on me.

Want to sit down?

Is everything okay?
Should we get someone for you?

No, it's my birthday!

- Jazz, what's up?
- Fanta, pass me a few towels.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks!

- That's enough drink, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

I want to keep dancing.
The music was so cool!

- No, let's go to Joy.
- Yeah! Joy would be really nice now.

- Then come home with mel
- I'm staying with the guys.

- Is that the girl from the toilet?
- Get a taxi.

- Yes, that's the barf chick!
- You can't even stand!

- Of course I can!
- Baby, please...

- Don't baby mel
- What's up with that guy?

Man, she really got bombed.

- Are you embarrassed?
- You beat it!

- Take a taxi.
- You take a taxi, man!

You take a taxi, you as*h*le!

He's coming.

What are you guys gawking at?

A guy like that
needs a sock in the face.

Hold me back!

Relax! Little son of a b*tch.

Does she want to drive in that state?

Hey, Ras.

- Oh no!
- Yes!

- No, I can't drive a car like that.
- You talked about it.

- It's a convertible.
- Yes, and I'm not driving one!

- No, no, nol!
- Jazz, what are you doing?

- Sweetie!
- When will we drive an Audi?

- She wants to drive anyway.
- Well?

- Hey!
- Hey, are you feeling better?

I'm not doing it.

Oh, yeah, no sh*t!
Jazz is taking care of it.

Hey, you're so drunk.
See my friend with the brown hair?

She's totally sober.
We'll drive you home.

- No! Really?
- We'll drive you home.

- That's so sweet!
- It's just like any other car.

What other car? My dad has a tiny Opel.
I've never driven a car that big.

- Hey, it's a go!
- It's a go!

Please nol Please!

- Hey! Hey! No, no, no! Chill.
- Come onl!

She is way too drunk.

If you have to puke,
Fanta will hold you out the window.

Hey, it's nice of you to drive me home.

- Do you live in Grunewald too?
- Of coursel

Yes!

- In a villa, the four of us.
- Really?

- Yes.
- How cool! Nice!

Awesomel

Are you screwing with me or what?
Come on, tell me!

- No, we're from Wedding.
- No! Wedding?

That's crazy!

- Edgy!
- Yeah, over the top edgy. So edgy.

Next Friday, I'll have a birthday party.
Want to come?

Yeah!

- Sure. We go to every party.
- I'm home alone.

- Nice!
- I got a message.

Press it!

Hey, Paula! What's up with you?

It's Matthias. Are you out?

I'm with a few pals.
Come by if you want.

- Want to?
- Yeah!

Then I need a pick-me-up.
You got anything?

Not for you. You've had a bit too much.

Do you really want to go to a party?
I'm on my way to Grunewald.

Let's cruise!

Look at her.
She's done for the night.

Dude, she just dozed off on my t*ts.

What's the deal?

Okay, turn up the music.
She has to wake up.

Put the top down.

How cool!

Oh, yeah!

Nice.

- What are we going to do with her?
- Let her sleep off her coma.

- We can't just leave her there.
- She'll wake up refreshed.

Jazz, what are you doing?

100 euros chauffeur service!

- I'll at least close the top.
- Don't ram the window into her face.

Let's look for a spot.

What a bunch of pretty boys.

First drinks.

- Shotgun.
- Shotgun.

No! Shut up!

- It's like I always get the drinks.
- Game is game.

- Where will you guys be?
- You'll find us. Okay?

Amigo, can I get two more?

Moscow Mule.
Is this menu from the last century?

Get a gin and tonic.
That's always good.

- Are you the bartender here?
- No.

I just like helping
pretty ladies get drunk.

Nice outfit. The b*mb.

I'd like to return the compliment
but my mom always said lying stinks.

Brought up well. I'm a fan of that.

- Can I get two more?
- And four G&Ts.

What a crappy party, man.

Yeah.

Nothing but dumbasses!

- Right?
- Yep.

- Shitty sand. You can't even dance.
- That's true.

The music is so crappy.

- Great. Why are you here?
- A Matthias invited me.

I'm with my girls.

Yes, well, then welcome to my party.
Matthias.

You're not!

I am.

- You're notl
- I am.

- What?
- Okay, I'm not.

- Don't sh*t me.
- Of course I am.

- Sorry.
- Matthias.

- My condolences. I'm so sorry.
- Yes, thanks.

If I can help at all,
if you need anything, get in touch.

- That's nice.
- You have my number.

I'll call you.
See you over there in a bit. Thanks.

Okay. Great.

Condolences?

Oh yeah, my...

father died.

- Man, I'm so sorry.
- It's all right.

It's all right. Don't be sad.
We're partying, and everything's good.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, absolutely.

Okay.

- Then how about we do a line?
- Oh damn! I...

I'm out. I'm good, thanks.

No.

And what about f*cking?

What?

Well2

No idea, I have to get to know him.

Have you actually met yet?

No, but he's coming this weekend
with his parents.

Crazy.

You really want to get married and all?

What do you think?
She keeps going on about it.

Our Ras is a good girl now.

- Shut up!
- No pot, no pills, no anything.

We'll so get the lowdown on him
before you get with him.

- Definitely!
- Everyone says good things.

- Even my uncle.
- Hey, why not just go to Panama?

Where have you been?
Did you go to the bottle shop?

f*cking.

- What?
- Who?

Matthias, the guy throwing the party.

- You dirty sl*t!
- How fast did that go?

- By the way, this is a funeral party.
- What?

A dude had a Hawaiian shirt on.

- They don't look very sad.
- No one's in black.

Did he not wear a shirt or what?

Is this alcohol-free?

No, sorry. I forgot.

Oh, come on, screw it.
To Hajra.

To Haj!

Cheers!

Ras, spit a line.

Hey, I can't think that fast.
Fanta, you start.

Hajra is back,
and for her I wrote this track.

This is the life,
the girls sniffin' lines.

We're getting tipsy,
now Hajra get busy.

I'm pretty damn juiced,
you know it's the truth.

I need to pee.

- Is today Friday?
- Yeah. Why?

I have a job interview at two.

- It's only six.
- Yeah, but I'm still high.

- You got anything to mellow me out?
- I'm out of grass.

What are you doing?

Calling Calle.

I need something.

- Dude, you're such a junkie.
- Phone's off.

- Let's go there.
- Hey, Jazz, I'm tired.

It's right around the corner.

I'm sure he's still sleeping.

What time is ite

6:49.

- But not the others.
- Don't wake everyone up!

Relax.

He didn't open up downstairs,
he won't do it up here.

- Maybe he's not there.
- Calle's always home.

Calle?

- Let's get out of here.
- No. What if something happened to him?

- Hajra, let's see.
- It was a break-in.

Hajra just got out! What about cops?

We'll check it out and get out.
You can wait downstairs.

Calle?

It's me, Jazz.

Dude, someone took a sh*t in the tub.
Let's get out of here.

Dude, look what's lying here.

No way! We're leaving now.

- You know what that's worth?
- No way!

We're out of here now. Come on.

Ciao, babe.

Morning, Mom.

- Where have you been?
- I was out with the girls.

Couldn't you have called?

Mrs. Sander said
you'd be home yesterday.

They picked me up.
We went out partying.

It was so nice
to see them all again. I...

I totally messed that up.

One call.
Dad and I were worried.

Yes. Sorry, you're right.

Well, come here.

- You've gotten so thin.
- That's not true.

You're skin and bone.

Look here, I can count your ribs.

- Not true.
- Yes!

Here, look, hollowed out.

Be honest.

Did you take something?

- Mom! Why?
- Just asking.

It's uncalled for.

I'm just asking.

Here. The car was full of them.

I'll help you sell it if you want.

Get you some money for it.

Dad.

Good morning.

Let me help you.

How are you?

- How are you?
- Very well.

Ashraf!

Do you want a glass too?

Thanks.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

What?

We really missed your help.

My help. Right.

You know what I mean.

How did your girls know you were coming?

I told them at some point,
but they totally surprised me.

What? You got a problem?

I'm surprised you're picking up
where you left off.

I'm not.

- Or I'd be high for three days.
- So you did take something?

- It's none of your business.
- It is. I'm your mother.

- I'm not a kid anymore.
- We hoped you'd learn from this.

I did.
It won't happen again. Okay?

I don't want you to ruin your life.

I'm not ruining it, I'm living it.
Unlike you.

- Hajra!
- She should just leave me be.

Listen, I didn't ask for this either.

It's been me and your dad
for six months.

You know, it's not always about you.

It sure seems like
it's always about me.

You criticize me no matter what.

You'd have bitched
about something yesterday too.

- You always give me reason.
- Nol

You want to control me,
every f*cking step I take!

I'm suffocating again.
I can't breathe.

- Here we go. Back where we started.
- I shouldn't have come here.

I'm not responsible
for your messed up, frustrated life.

That's right. I was waiting for that.

Hey! Where are you off to now?

Oh, man.

Morning.

- Morning. Sorry I'm late.
- Everything okay?

My sister's sick. My mom was stressed.
I had to help out.

- How many times is that now?
- No idea. The first.

Exactly. Get ready.

- Hey.
- Hey, where have you been?

I overslept.

Just 15 minutes late, but I was
in no mood for his dumb remarks.

- I stayed outside.
- You didn't miss anything.

- You got chemistry?
- Yes.

Here.
But write it differently, and quick.

Well, Hajra?

- Long night?
- Why's that?

- I smell it.
- It's my new perfume.

Sure thing. What's going on?

- Mrs. Sander, I really tried...
- Bettina.

Yeah. I can't stay at home anymore.

- What happened?
- My mom's a pain.

After five minutes
I was ready to blow my top.

And now what?

- Is it okay if I stay with a friend?
- Sure.

- But I need the address.
- Yes, I can send it to you.

What about the applications?
Have you heard anything?

Nothing.

I'll follow up on a couple of them.

Hajra, I think we should meet
once a week to start.

- What do you think?
- Okay.

If you have trouble or stress, call me.

I thought you wanted to quit.

- Tomorrow.
- It doesn't look that way.

You want one too?

Hey.

Everything okay?

Can I maybe stay with you?

You have to get out of there.

Remember how my mom and I
used to tear each other's hair out?

Since I left
everything's way more chilled.

We can talk normally again now.

And you stay as long as you want, okay?

Thanks, man.

Clear the stuff out in the hall
by the clothes rail and put yours in.

Okay.

Oh, and it'd be so sweet of you
if you could go shopping for me.

- Here's the list.
- Yeah, sure.

Cool!

Okay. How do I look?

So pretty, I swear.

Hey, I'm so happy!

I love you.

Okay. We'll talk later, right?

Bye.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm Jessica Staupe.
I'm here for the interview.

Sorry, this is a nice place,
but it's not mine.

You're Jessica?

Yes.

Yes, then sit down.

- I have to...
- Matze, let's do it. Think it over.

Good luck in the interview.
Maybe I'll see you around.

- I hope so.
- Sleep on it for a night, huh?

I work at night.

Right, good.
Now I know your name.

Then we can skip all that bull.
When can I start?

- I don't know if I can use you.
- But you need a barmaid.

Exactly, not someone
who'll screw the first decent guest.

- Leaving the bar empty.
- You think that?

I'm not like that.

I swear to you, I'm picky, dude.

Thanks.

Me too.

That's why I wonder why I should hire
someone who at her last...

three...

six jobs lasted
a maximum of three months.

All those guys were jerks.

None of them fired me, I quit.
They were all assholes.

Okay, of course that... is irrelevant.

This is a new place
and the first impression matters.

I don't let everyone in
and I don't hire everyone.

- It has to work.
- So you need me.

Hey, I'm motivated.
I... I can dance.

- I can dance for you now.
- Okay. Sit back down.

I need someone for the bar.

Yeah, okay. I can do that too.

I can read what people want
in their eyes.

- You know that.
- I don't need you doing that.

I need you listening to me
and doing what I say.

Because I'm the boss here.

- And you're my employee.
- Thanks!

Right. When can I start?

Yusuf.

sh*t.

Yusuf, come here.

Look.

- Isn't it sweet?
- You're sweet.

Please buy it me for mel

You're such an idiot.
You know that?

- What are you up to?
- Don't touch mel

- Why are you loitering?
- None of your business.

It's my store. You stole something?

No.

- Come to my office. Empty your pockets.
- So you can grope me?

If you want to shop for free,
do it in your stores, not here.

I didn't steal! Are you blind?

- Get a new job!
- Calm down.

Come with me or I'll frisk you here.

- Not doing it.
- I'm calling the cops.

Okay, go on.
Search me. Come onl

Then I want an apology.

Backpack.

- Ten krauts have robbed you bare now!
- Be quiet!

Apology?

Hey!

- Scumbags!
- What are you looking at?

Mom, which of the two letters
about the container should I take?

One of the two,
with "Global Logistics".

- For the rent.
- Okay.

- You have to transfer it, okay?
- Yes.

- I got the municipal money already.
- Turn it down.

I can't hear myself.

Okay, we'll leave the insurance be.

If we pay it, this month will be tight.
Let them send a reminder.

- And he needs new pants.
- Nike.

Not Nike.

Okay, um...

Ah. We have a reminder for electricity.
195 euros.

- That hasn't been paid?
- No.

We have until next week.

If we don't pay it, then...

c**t.

Haj!

- I got the f*cking job!
- Never!

Yeah, man.
Guess who my boss is?

- Who?
- Matthias Keil.

- Which Matthias?
- From last night!

- That Matthias? The one you f*cked?
- Yes!

- What?
- I swear.

You do something really good.

- I have an awesome résumé!
- Yeah, that's right.

- Know who I saw in the store?
- Who?

Yusuf with his new girl.

- Shut up.
- Yep.

They walked through there like they were
on their honeymoon. Gross!

And I haven't done the shopping yet.

The dickhead in the shop thought
I was stealing tampons. I got fed up.

Jazz?

We were selling like crazy.
Ding-dong, open door, money, drugs.

Customer after customer.

Count it! Record sales for a night.
At five I shut it down.

I can't take photos from below
when everyone's as high as a roofer!

I wanted to chill too.
You know what I mean?

I rode my bike over to my girl's.
We licked sheets, watched a documentary.

I dozed off. I ride home the next day,
go up, the door is open.

I thought, "Water damage maybe."
Everything was ruined.

Hall of terror.
Worse than Dresden in '44.

I think, "Please not the bunker!"

They blasted it open!

Everything! Snow, bo-bo, addys, coke.
Everything.

They even took my mescaline.
Hand-picked peyote from Mexico!

That's not all.
They ate my yoghurt!

They took a sh*t in the tub
and pissed on my desk, the filthy rats!

Jerk-off jerk faces!

And now?

I'll call the insurance company.
50 grand.

Is that liability or homeowners?

Do you think it's funny?

No, it was supposed to be a joke.
I'm sorry.

You owe us 50.000.
How you get it is your problem.

Get me Girl 2, Girl 3 and Girl 5.

Hey, that's so dumb, man.

You have a criminal record.

The day after you get out
you steal drugs?

And you don't even tell us?

I'd have told you.
And I didn't steal them.

They were already stolen.

That doesn't matter!

What if the cops had found out?

You think Calle would call the cops?
"They stole coke from me."

- Yeah.
- It still sucks.

You know exactly what I mean.

The three of us sat here
without Hajra for six damn months.

And it sucked,
because we were alone.

Because we weren't us.

And now we're finally whole again,
finally us, and this?

Dude, what do we want with ite

- You told me you want...
- You're driving me apeshit.

If we'd never hustled
we'd have been worse off than we were!

We've been chilling here for 10 years.
With junkies!

I'm sick of smelling the pee.

I want a real chair!

Don't you want something else?
Don't you want to treat yourselves?

Some as*h*le stole Calle's drugs
and left a bag.

Just like that.

You want me to leave it there?
Say, "No, bye. Don't need it."

This is ten grand or more.
Just like that. A gift.

Think about it.

Fanta, you guys have to pinch pennies
to not have your power shut off.

How bad does that suck?

And you go on about Gucci clothes.
How will you afford them?

Working as a dancer?

Your dad works his a*s off in the garage
every f*cking day!

And you just get by.
Is that supposed to be fair?

- Be clever.
- And this is supposed to solve that?

We'll sell the stuff
and split the money.

I mean, where's the problem?

No one knows we have this sh*t.

Makin' para, for once.

Not a clue, man.

Yeah...

She's right.

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah.

- Makin' para, for once.
- Yeah, man.

Okay, if we sell the sh*t
and no one notices it...

How? No one knows we've got the sh*t.

Yeah, then I'm in.

No, man.

Come on.

- We've done everything together.
- Everything!

Everything.

Uh-uh.

I said I'm not doing that anymore.

Yeah, neither are we, but...

Hey, come on, babe.

If you do it,
it's your thing and not mine.

But you have to promise to be careful.

Promise me you'll be careful.
I don't want to be here alone.

- Promise.
- Don't worry.

- Yes.
- You have to promise me.

Yes.

Dude, who's makin' para?

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

- We're makin' para.
- We're makin' para.

- We're makin' para.
- We're makin' para.