02x04 - Crash

[bunniefuu]

(song: "Atini Nay Wa Ghanni"
by Fatma Said)

(loud bang)
(b*llet casing clanking)

(song fades)

(melodic electronic music playing)

(music fades)

(phone vibrating)

I HAVE AN EXAM IN A FEW MINUTES.
CAN'T PICK UP.

(phone vibrating)

I'm busy right now.
- (Hatam) Hold on!

I have a meeting with my boss.
You coming?

Right now?
- Yes. Where are you? I'll pick you up.

Hatam, I really can't right now.

Ras, you said you'd come with me.

(man) Is there a Ms. Moussa?

(Hatam) Ras?

Ms. Rasaq Moussa?

(Hatam) Do you want to come with me
or not? I need to know right now.

(man) This way.

(music playing quietly
in the background)

(door swings open)

b*tch, we gotta talk.

About what?

I'm trying not take it personally,

but why the f*ck didn't you invite me
to your party last night?

Is it because I call you b*tch?
You f*cking c**t.

Suck my d*ck.

Trust me, I would.

No, seriously. I'm missing out.
I'm a... loose goose,

I'm a crazy b*tch,
I'm a f*cking party... tiger.

What're you talking about?

What am I talking about?
That party of yours.

Where did you get this?

It's online.
It's Nina's fancy schmanzy blog.

So you would invite her and not me?

I expect an apology.

Zadie. It's me. We need to talk.
But not on the phone.

Where are you?

(Zadie) We were pretending
these were our own thoughts.

Why did you send her my picture?
- What?

The one from the party?
- Yeah.

I thought I was sending those
to you in confidence.

Then she posts about it
and it's all over the internet.

Just trying to give you a signal boost.
- We don't need one!

It was an underground party,
meant to stay secret.

I didn't know. Sorry. I didn't know
it was a secret party. You didn't say.

Why didn't you ask?
- I just assumed it was...

Hey! I don't want any trouble.
I'm really sorry. I'll take it down.

Too little, too late.

The blog's probably been seen
by all of Germany.

With tens of thousands of stores,
no one will know which one.

Hmm...
- I'll take it out. I'm really sorry.

But that's all I can do. Sorry.
- What you can do...

is stay out of it and stay out
of things between me and Zadie.

Okay?
- (Nina) Ah!

That's what's going on here.

I think you two have some unfinished
business to clarify, so hop to it.

(shouting)
(cheering)

(speaking in Arabic)

(shouting)
(cheering)

Just wait here a second, okay?

Hamza.

(speaking in Arabic)

(in English) He's waiting
for us upstairs.

Tamam?
- Yeah.

(Hamza) Wait here a sec.
- (Maruf) Alright.

We just need the list of locations.
- (man) Okay.

(Maruf) And then the building...
- (Hamza) Hatam's here.

(Maruf speaking in Arabic)

(Maruf) Alight. Thank you.
- (man) Thank you.

Salam alaykum , Maruf.

Wa alaykum salam .
- How are you?

Hamdullah . And you?
- Hamdullah . My fiancée, Rasaq.

Maruf.
- Salam alaykum.

Sit down.

(speaking Arabic) Call Abdallah.

What'd you do to them down there?
They're not boxers anymore.

You wanna talk?

(distant cheering)

I want out. Thanks for everything.
- I've heard. Why?

It's not for me anymore.
- Why? I don't get you.

I wanna start a family.
- A family?

No problem. Good for you!
Hamza has a family.

Abdullah has a family. I have a family.

Maruf.

I wish you luck out there.

(Maruf) Luck?
- Yes.

You think all this is luck? Huh?

Luck is when someone shoots you
and you survive.

I don't need you luck. I need brothers.

Where is your brother?

Where is Omar?

(Hatam) No idea.

Omar is dead.

What?
- Shot in the solarium. Like a dog.

By the Russians.

And it was the German
you shot in the leg who betrayed him.

Hatam...

They expect us to react now.

I have a dead brother
and now one who wants to leave.

(Hatam sighs)
What do I do?

(clanking)

(in Arabic) Here you go.

What do you want?
For me to bring him here?

(in English) Bring him to me?
What would I do with him here?

Are you DHL now or what?

If you won't do it, she will.
- Maruf!

(Maruf, in Arabic) Shut up!

Either you k*ll him, or you stay.

That's the deal.

(breathing heavily)

Ras.
(Rasaq sobs)

Ras!

Wait a minute! Come on.

Hey!
- (sobbing) You won't do it.

Tell me you're not gonna do this!

Look at me and tell me
you're not going to do it.

What do you want me to do?

If I don't k*ll him,
he'll k*ll me, Rasaq.

Don't you get it?
If I want out, I have to.

You want me to be with a m*rder*r?

k*ll someone and then be an item?
- It's my only option!

Think I wanna k*ll someone?
- Think we can live like this?

(sobbing)

Ras. Ras.

Leave me. Leave me.

(breathing heavily)
- Then stay with him.

And don't get out.

What about us, then?

I can't marry a k*ller.

Better you stay with them
than have to k*ll someone.

But I want to be with you.
You're the one I want to be with.

It can't happen. Goodbye.

Ras. Ras!
(sobbing)

(speaking Arabic) Don't worry about it.

Mahmoud's daughter
also failed the first time round.

And now she's head physician
at the Charité hospital.

You'll pass next time.

(speaking Arabic) Were you nervous?

(speaking Arabic) I didn't go.
- (Rasaq's dad) What are you saying?

(Rasaq's mom) But why?
You studied so hard for it.

It doesn't matter.

(Rasaq's mom) What's that
supposed to mean?

Rasaq.

Rasaq!

Crazy!

Hell yeah, Mom.
That looks so awesome.

Really? Doesn't it look a little short?
- Mmm.

(tuts)
You look like a warrior.

A warrior? You exaggerate.
- You do! Do you like it?

Yeah.

It really is cute.
Think Baba's gonna like it too?

(Hajra) Yeah, man! Of course he will!

Didn't you use to have short hair?
- Yes, but I was 18.

Well, now you don't look a day over 22.
(laughing)

It's true!
- Gray hairs are popping up all over.

Gray hair is noble, Mom.

(chuckling) Yeah, right.
- It's distinguished.

Can I do it myself?
- Of course.

Oh, great. Thank you.

(speaking Arabic) Can I pay?
- Yes

(blow dryer whirring)

How much?
- 75.

Keep the rest.
- Thank you. Thank you.

(giggling)
(blow dryer stops)

Here. For you and Baba .

Where in the world
did you get all this money from?

From work, obviously.

I have a hard time believing you make
that much selling sodas at a store.

Well, believe it.

I said I'd support you guys
and so here's the money. Enjoy it.

I can't take it, Hajra.

Why can't you?

I don't know where it's from.
- I just said where it's from.

I don't believe you.
- What do you believe?

I don't know. You won't tell me.
- Go on!

Where do you think I got it from?
Do you think I'm crazy?

Think it's drug money?

I'm out here
trying to get my life together

And even when it's going well,
you'll sh*t all over it.

We were having such a nice day,

but you always find a way
to hit me where it hurts.

Take the money, please!

(sniffling)

Take the money.

No.

(German rap song playing)

(music turns down)

WISH-MOP
SO SIMPLE

(train approaching)

(man in ad) Stop dreaming...

...and start cleaning with the Wish-Mop!
(cheesy melody playing)

Go to w*r with dirt and grime.

Get spotless,
clean surfaces every time!

(in a high-pitched voice) Wish-Mop.
Your wish is granted.

(fake Jazz, in the ad) Wish-Mop.
Your wish is granted.

(Hajra) Wow!
- That turned out so good!

Hella professional!
- Your face is perfect!

Dude, I look like a prison janitor.

Nah, you k*ll it in overalls.
- You're overthinking it.

And that Mickey Mouse voice?

(in a high-pitched voice) "Wish-Mop!"

You can tell it's not how you sound.

Everyone knows it's not your voice.
- Plus, you look totally different.

Three grannies recognized me
on the way here! Three!

Jazz, come on.
You made a few grand in a day.

This is a first world problem!

It's a big step in your career.
You should be excited.

(Jazz) Career as a cleaning lady.
- (Fanta) Dude...

Come on. Stop it.

(Jazz) Ras, you'll have a career.

No.

(Fanta) What do you mean?

I didn't take the exam.

What?
- Wait. Why not?

I don't know.
I got there and I just couldn't.

It all happened so fast
after the surgery

and I didn't know what I was doing.

Maybe you can get a do-over.
- (Fanta) Yeah.

Hmm?

I'm not even sure I want to.

Habibi. Oh!

(Fanta) Oh, man.
- Oh, babe. Come here, you.

(Fanta) Mmm.

(comforting groans)

You know what, guys?
I think now is the perfect moment.

You guys got
all the warm and fuzzies goin'.

You're bonded together so...
wide open, yeah?

(Fanta) What for?
(giggling)

Wallah , what are you babbling about?
Are you stoned?

Absolutely.
(giggling)

Check it out. I have it with me.

Huh? And I'm offering it to you.

(Fanta) What?

DMT?

Your choice, dude.

(Can) Alright, beautiful people.

Each of you take a deep drag now.

And then let the smoke into your lungs.

(ethereal music playing)
Don't worry, it's completely safe.

Let yourselves go.

Don't try to control anything. Let go.

We always strive for control
and safety. It's an illusion.

It doesn't exist at all.

Since you were born,
everything's surface level.

We put so much importance
on the outside world.

But none of that matters right now.
Not for this moment.

It's about
what's happening inside of you.

Your thoughts, your emotions,
your senses are always in flux.

They're changing all the time.

Basically... observe it.

Just watch it.

Okay, once you've all smoked it,
go ahead and turn around,

slowly lie your backs
so that your heads are together.

(ethereal music continues to play)

(Can's disembodied voice) Close
your eyes, breathe in through your nose

and out through your mouth.

Now... slowly open your eyes again.

(birdsong)

(insects chirping)

Now, just listen.

Don't define anything.

Just take in the symphony.

(ethereal music continues)

(birdsong)

(Can) Okay. Come back.

(music stops abruptly)
Now...

open your eyes slowly.

(Jazz laughs manically)

(heavy breathing)

(Fanta) I feel kinda sick.

That's normal.
Your body's reacting to the drug.

(Jazz keeps laughing manically)

(retching)

(Hajra) I wanna do it again.
- Someone had fun.

(woman) "Polyamory is a liberation
from the norm

from what a heteronormative
white cisgender majority society

tells us all what
happy cohabitation should look like.

We can change it.
Not just for us,

but also for those who feel
just as trapped in this narrow system.

'Cause in the end, it's all about love.

It is the most beautiful thing
worth fighting for."

(applause)

(woman) Thanks. It was so quiet
at times I had to check:

are you still with me,
are you still awake? (laughs)

And now I'd be very interested
to hear from you.

Any thoughts or anything? Yes!

(Nina) The relationship constructs
you brought up were so exciting.

Breaking polyamory down
into hierarchical, egalitarian, solo...

It was beautifully said.

And also that you don't have to be

so narrow and rigid
that you can't breathe,

but that it's totally okay
if you do it your own way.

I found that really inspirational.
- For sure.

Thank you.
- (woman) Thank you.

And, uhm... Were you done?
- I was done.

(giggling)
Sorry.

Also the way you said, how beautiful
it is to see the person you love

being loved by another person.

Uhm... That was nice, yeah.

Yes, monoamory in itself
is not really natural.

It was created by the patriarchy,
like so many things.

Sorry, but I think you guys
are making it way too complicated.

We're talking about
relationships here, not math.

So, in theory...

So, in theory, maybe it all sounds
really nice, as if it could work,

but, in practice, not so much.
(chattering)

(woman) One at a time,
so everybody can have their say.

I would like to field this one.
- (woman) Yes. Sure.

I think it's totally a question
of your perspective.

And how much experience
you've had in it and also...

what research you've done on it,
and also how much you want to give.

Sounds too stressful,
because when I need my girlfriend,

I wanna be able to rely on her. Know
she'll be there. Not with someone else.

That's why you'd have you codes.

My relationship
isn't a timetable o spreadsheet.

(Zadie) But it's almost like school.
Learning to love.

Or with parents,
or with friends even.

In any relationship, you have to work.

Totally. If you trust
and respect the other person

and communicate openly,
it can only work.

(woman) Yeah. I think you guys
said that beautifully.

We're taught that a happy relationship
means you don't have to work for it.

But I don't think that's true.
Have you ever tried it?

Uhm... No, not yet.
- (woman) No worries.

That's totally okay.

And these doubts that you have...
That's also totally understandable.

And I think it's also something
you don't grow up with.

It's a new concept for you.
It's worth opening yourself up to it.

(man speaking in Turkish
over the phone)

(man speaking in Turkish)

(man speaking in Turkish
over the phone)

(speaking in English) What is this?

It's ripped.
Give me a new one.

I don't have one. Only smaller bills.

I need a 50, man.

(speaking in Turkish)

(man speaking in Turkish
over the phone)

(buzzing)

(knocking)
Mrs. Krüger?

(phone vibrating)

- Yeah?
- (Henning) Hey, Jazz. It's Henning.

And?
- Well? What are you doing right now?

Mostly just trying to scrub
the mop sh*t from my memory.

The customer
is just super conservative.

But f*ck that sh*t.
I got really good news.

Yeah? We'll do the spot again
with my voice this time?

(laughing)
- No. Much, much better.

Like what?
- Know that cool job I told you about?

Mm-hmm.
- Well, I got it.

Nice.

And you're gonna be
the new face of Puma.

(Henning chuckles)

For real?
- (chuckles) Yeah, man. I'm serious.

My entire creative team
is dying to meet you. And...

it's meant to happen the night after
tomorrow in a nice restaurant,

where we're gonna meet,
get to know each other...

We'll discuss the creative vision.

And you should get dressed up.

Okay, are we talking jogger
or evening gown? Sparkles, or...

Know what? We'll do this.

I'll send you an address
of a good boutique.

Just mention my name

and they'll know exactly what works
for a dinner like this, okay?

(screaming)

(funky pop song playing)

(phone vibrating)

NIKOLAS: I'M LOOKING AT
YOUR LEASE RIGHT NOW.

WHAAAT?!? AWESOME!!

LET'S TOAST TO THAT!

NIKOLAS: I'D LOVE TO! ANY IDEAS?

DO YOU WANT TO PARTY?

NIKOLAS: SURE! WHERE?

I'LL SEND YOU THE ADDRESS!

NIKOLAS: LOOKING FORWARD!

(Hajra's mom) Hello?

(Can) Hi!

Uhm... Does a girl work here
named Hajra?

Hajra works here. Yeah.
- Ah!

And you are?

Uhm... I'm... I'm her mother.
- Oh! Really?

Mm-hmm.
- Oh, cool! I'm Can.

Hi, Can.
- Hello.

Hajra's grabbing us some food.
But I'm sure she'll be right back.

Keep doing what you were doing.
I'll wait, don't worry.

Want something to drink while you wait?
Coffee or tea?

A tea?
- Yeah? Black?

Yeah.
- You got it.

Uhm... I could also tell Hajra to bring
some extra food back for you.

No, thanks. I have to head out soon.
But I appreciate it.

(Can) You sure? Cool.
- Yeah.

Thank you.
- Of course!

Mmm.

And you and Hajra are colleagues?

Colleagues? Yeah...

That's a bit
of an understatement for it.

She basically runs
the store on her own.

I wouldn't know what to do without her.
- Oh! That's cool.

Yeah. Really cool.
(chuckling)

(Can) Hey. You have a visitor.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I... just wanted to see where you work.

I'll unpack this, okay?

I want to apologize.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sniffling)

And I'm so proud of you.

Do you wanna grab food together, or...
- Uh-uh.

Uhm... I have to go. Baba's waiting.
- (sighs)

Come and see me.

Baba would like to see you again too.

Yeah, it's just kinda hard for me,
you know?

Listen, Hajra.

I know you feel guilty, okay?

I promise, Baba doesn't care.

He loves you.

Hi!
- Hi.

Sorry, could I try on that jacket?

I'm so sorry, but these pieces
are for display.

Can I help you with anything else?

I was referred by Henning Jung?

Oh, Henning! Yes!
- Yes.

How is he?
- Good.

Uhm... I have a VIP dinner tonight.

Okay.
- Uhm... Very important.

And you... need a dress?

Yes!
- Something chique? Something classy?

Uhm... Yeah, like, you know...
- Anything particular

Particular! Yes.
- Okay.

Let's see.

Ah... Okay. Dresses...

Ah!

Number one.
- Nice!

Number two.

I think this.
Let me just fix it.

Here we go. Here's the keeper.

What do you think?
- Nice!

Right? It's my favorite!
- Yes!

I think it'll look gorgeous on you.

Gorgeous.

And how... much are we talking here?

Uhm... This one is 2,500 euros.

For friends of Henning's however,
let's make it 1,600.

Perfect.
- Perfect!

Dressing room's over there.

Let me know if you need anything else.
- Thank you.

Oh, and we have
an in-house seamstress.

In case you need anything tailored.
- Nah, no worries.

Okay.

(Zadie) Nah, you can play that too.
- (Nina) Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay!

(Nina plays the piano badly)
(Zadie chuckles)

Good work.
- (laughing)

That's great. Keep going.

Aha. Come on. Yeah.

Ugh! God! Okay, no. Stop, stop.

That was... That was great.
- (Nina) Thank you! Thank you.

But what?

You really just... need to feel this.
And listen to each other.

I have!
- (Nina) We were listening!

Listen to each other.

With feeling.

Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

(Zadie) One, two, three, four and...

One, two, three, four.
(playing a simple tune)

One, two, three, four.

Yeah!

Yeah! Now I'll join in.
- (Fanta) Mm-hmm.

(all three playing
the same simple tune)

(Zadie) Hey!
- (Fanta) Crazy!

(Zadie) Magic!
(giggling)

Pull your lighters out! Hey!

(music stops)

I think we're starting a band!

We are. It's called "the Fantastics".

Fantastic.
- Yeah, "The Fantastic..."

Three.
- Three. Yep

And, by the way...

My party. Wanna come?
Well, our party. The secret party.

(in unison) The secret party!

Do you guys wanna come?

Of course.
- Nice. Nice.

Right?

Okay.
- One more time?

Yes!

(song: "Everything We Never Said"
by Nineoneone"

(music continues to play)

You know your mom is adorable, right?

Hey. You good?

It's just complicated, man.

If you ever wanna talk, I'm here.

(song stops)
(siren blaring)

(song: "Get Money Get Money"
by Stuart Winters and other artists)

(cheering)

Hey!

Hey!
- Hey!

Oh, my God!
- I'm so glad you guys are here!

(cheering)
(whistling)

Hey, Haj! Haj!

Gotta cut it off.

You sure? There are so many out there.
- We're full.

Tell them to go. I'm serious.
- Okay. Got it.

Sorry, guys. I hate to do this,
but we're completely full.

Excuse me! Is Rasaq here?
- Sorry. Ah, the nice broker!

Come in. Just through there.

Hey!

Hey, good to see you.
- Hi.

(chuckling)

Cool spot you got here.
We're celebrating in here?

No, we're downstairs.
You just have to go through the fridge.

Okay. Cool. I'll see you in a bit.
- I'll be right there.

Come on, habibi . Let's go down!
- I'll be right there.

(loud techno music playing)

(cheering)

(chanting)

(new rap song begins to play)

(chanting)
(cheering)

Okay...
- Uh-huh.

(moaning)

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

(music continues to play)

(cheering)

(quiet music in the background)

Hey.

Oh! Wow!
(Jazz chuckles)

Mmm

Hey, Jazz. Jazz. Jazz.
Jazz, what are you doing?

Hey, hey. Wait a minute.
- What?

You trying to f*ck or something?

Yeah.

Ah...

I...

Sorry, but this... this...

This feels kinda wrong.

Okay.
- Hey, Jazz. Jazz! Wait a minute.

Sorry if I sent you the wrong signals.
- You didn't.

I don't wanna hurt you.
- I said you didn't! It's cool!

Hey, hey. Okay. Okay.
- Okay!

Hey, I think you're really awesome.

You don't...
You don't need to do this, man.

Are you calling me a wh*re?

Huh? Of course not, man!

I just feel like...

This isn't really you.

Oh! Because you know me so well, Can?

We partied once or twice
and now you know who I am?

Hey, for me it wasn't just partying
once or twice, okay?

For me it's something special.

The five of us,
we're here for a reason, alright?

We're only here cause Hajra smashed
that bottle in your dad's face.

So don't give me
any of that hippie sh*t!

Dude, what did you just say?

What?

What you literally just said, man.

(loud dance music playing)

(disembodied voice)
Is it true what Jazz told me?

Were you the one who smashed
the bottle over my dad's head?

(disembodied voice) Haj?
Sorry, I lost it. It just slipped out.

I wasn't thinking, dude! Sorry!

(distorted music)

(music plays normally again)

Guys! Are you for real?

f*ck right off, you pieces of sh*t!

f*ck off! I said, f*ck off!

What's wrong with you?
f*ck off, man!

You think when no one's here
everything's free?

Now get the f*ck out! f*ck off!

(cheering)

(music stops playing)

(melodic Turkish song playing)