Shit!
Hey, asshole!
The shower's freezing. I need hot water!
Pay the rent first!
Screw you!
- Here's the fish. - Thanks.
- How was it? - Delicious.
- You've paid, right? - Of course.
- What about these shots? - We're both driving. Good night.
Lucia, the beers are ready.
A glass of wine, bloody foreigner!
I love you, too, Socrates.
- Hi. - Where are you?
I'm just getting into the car.
It's my last night and you're not here!
I was busy. Start without me.
You'll never change, will you. Zinos?
You'll be rid of me tomorrow.
Asshole!
You're the one who chose to go, Nadine!
Nadine?
Shit.
Bunch of spazzes in there.
Evening.
Zinos?
Zinos Kazantsakis!
- From elementary school... - Thomas Neumann!
Remember, kissing pussy in porn mags?
- This is my fiancée, Tanya. - Hi.
- What do you do now? - Real estate.
- And you? - I run a restaurant.
- Where? - Wilhelmsburg.
I see. And what's it called?
- Soul Kitchen. - What?
As in soul music.
Cut the chit chat! I'm tired!
Kazantsakis, great seeing you!
- I'll stop by! - Do that.
- Man, the Greek. - Thomas Neumann, unbelievable!
Waitress? Over here.
Just taste this!
- Hi, Grandma Krüger. - There you are! Another chair, please!
- Everyone scoot over. - Don't go to any trouble.
- A big plate for the young man. - I'll pass, thanks.
You'll eat what's on the table.
- Mrs. Krüger... Mr. Krüger. - Hello Zinos.
Sit up properly, young man!
What is it now?
I'd like my gazpacho hot.
I'll have to ask the chef.
- I'm not interested in his opinion. - Right.
Chef, we have a problem.
Makes a change, huh?
- Is this an espresso? - Sure.
Hmm. Soup.
Letting her go to China to eat dogs!
- Mom, please! - I'm not letting anyone go.
- Come with me. - We've talked about this.
- So we'll talk about it again. - Okay, let's talk.
- It's all about your dreams! - It's my job!
And what about my job?
Silence!
Carry on eating.
I wanted hot gazpacho. Is that such a big deal?
Gazpacho is a traditional Spanish soup and it's served cold.
- Don't you have a microwave? - Do I tell you how to do your job?
Bring me some hot gazpacho!
No!
I'll piss in your soup to make it hot!
Shayn, that's enough! That's the last straw.
Get out of here! Leave!
Keep selling what can't be sold! Love! Sex! The soul!
- Tradition! - Screw your tradition! You're fired!
Enough!
I apologize.
I'm going for a cigarette.
- What will you do now? - The traveler...
hasn't reached his destination yet.
- Look after yourself. - Jefe,
hasta luego.
Farewell.
I thought your food was great!
Got a job for me?
- I'm scared. - Not that again, Nadine.
Enough is enough!
I'm scared of flying. You know that.
Oh, I get it. Sorry.
Is it bad?
Not sure. Yeah.
Come here.
You smell.
Look, it's simple.
You call me up on Skype,
click on the camera symbol and we can see each other.
I don’t just want to see you... I want to feel you, smell you.
If I want your smell, I'll go to the nearest diner.
Have a whiff! Mint!
- Do you understand how it works? - Totally.
- Write it down. - Later.
Zinos, there won't be any later!
These legs!
What will I do without these feet?
This ass.
Nadine? Shit!
- Kazantsakis. - Off we go!
- Illias, fancy a game? - Always!
Ro sham bo.
Suck on this! That's 35 you owe me.
- Through there? - No, you're fine.
Just sign here.
- Back by six, okay? - Give or take half an hour.
Joking.
Illias, what's up? Have you escaped?
Everything's fine!
How are you? Looking good, lost some weight, huh?
Sit down, we need to talk.
Listen up, I need a favor.
- Do you need a place to hide? - It's okay, I'm on partial parole.
- Day release on weekends. - But that's great!
It is. But it could be every day if I had some work outside.
- But you've never worked in your life! - I'll just go through the motions.
- How long? - 6 months, till my time's up.
- Forget it. I've enough staff. - I said I'll go through the motions.
Listen up.
All you have to do is sign this piece of paper here.
''Starts work at 5 P.M., finishes at 2 A.M.''
- But I close at midnight. - Doesn't matter what it says.
I'm your brother!
How can I carry diapers on my bike?
Morning, boss!
Don't tell them about the jail thing.
- Why not? - Gets people talking. Gotta run.
Oh, one more thing. Can you spare a twenty?
Thanks very much.
Thanks!
No problem.
- Was that your brother? - You could say that.
He'll be working here.
I don't get it. Why hire another waiter?
He's... unemployed, he needs a job.
Unemployed, but runs around in a suit?
Dishwashers aren't normally this heavy.
This one's from Greece.
Let's get her up. Okay, one, two...
Come on!
- We're not strong enough. - You're not strong enough.
- Is that a good idea, boss? - Yeah!
I'll get you, you...
Zinos? Boss?
You alright? What's up?
Lucia, get in here. Lucia!
- Who's gonna cook now? - Me!
- You have to see a doctor! - I can't see a fucking doctor.
- What? Why? - I don't have health insurance!
Hey, Zinos, got a stick up your ass?
Just pay your rent, old man.
Will we still get paid?
I'll take care of it, okay?
- Nadine! - Zinos.
I can see you. Unbelievable. It's like science fiction!
I can't see your face, sit down!
I can't sit down, my back's messed up.
- Slipped a disc. or what? - Not sure. Whatever it is, it hurts.
Poor thing.
- Can you see me now? - Hello.
- Go see Anna for your back. - Who's Anna?
A physiotherapist. I'll send you the link.
Do that.
And you? Foreign correspondent now?
Yup.
It's so stupid.
I can't touch your face, just a piece of plastic!
Better than nothing.
I've got a better idea.
Come closer.
I'll come live with you in Shanghai.
And your restaurant?
I'll find a manager.
I'll believe it when I see it.
I'll take all of these.
Hello?
- Morning, captain. - What do you want?
- I'm looking for Zinos Kazantsakis. - He's ill.
Ill. I see.
Who's the owner?
The invalid.
Ship ahoy!
Do you have a referral?
No.
- Have you seen a doctor? - Not really.
I was scared.
- Lean forward. - That's as far as it goes.
Could be a slipped disc.
- Is that bad? - It is, if it's slipped.
- And how can we find out? - On an MRI.
You'll need a doctor's referral for that.
Shit.
I'll show you some exercises.
- What do you do? - I'm a cook.
You can't work in your condition.
- Why not? - Working on your feet isn't good.
Nor is sitting down.
Walk around a lot. Keep moving.
Don't carry more than a couple of pounds.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Dancing will ease the pain. - Dancing?
This is fantastic!
Truly Romanesque!
You'll get huge crowds.
Hey maestro, fancy running the place?
I know enough about restaurants to know I don't want to run one.
Hamburgers,
meatballs, fried fish,
spaghetti, spinach and French fries, all in cream sauce...
- I won't cook this crap! - Don't you need a job?
A whore is a whore is a whore! I'm a chef!
I see. The door's over there.
Hey, wait a minute!
I don't like my food either, but the customers love it!
People don't know what's good. They stuff their bellies full of shit!
That's how the system works.
- So you're an opportunist? - I can't afford luxuries.
This is no gourmet eatery. It is what it is.
Sellout.
Selling what can't be sold.
Hocus-pocus. An illusion.
Smoke and mirrors.
And excess.
Here, 45 Euros.
Great. That goes on the menu!
Your menu has 40 choices, and all taste the same.
For the same cost, I'll give you four dishes a day.
Food for the soul.
Yeah, man.
Soul Kitchen.
Yeah, man!
- Hello? - We're not open yet.
- Good afternoon. - Are you the manager?
Schuster, Hamburg Tax Office. You owe us money.
- Do you have any cash? - Do I look like a bank?
- May I see your wallet? - Sit down and have a drink.
We're not thirsty. Let's see your wallet!
No.
Please, wait a minute, don't!
Not the stereo! Music is food for the soul!
We'll be back in three weeks with a big appetite!
This is theft. I know my rights! You can't do this to me!
That's the end of your bloody noise!
Idiot!
Boss, everything okay?
What is this? What kind of soup?
It's called, "The Acupuncture Master's Soup".
- Let's go get fries. - But the soup's great!
- Not today, thanks. - Suit yourselves.
- Why aren't they ordering any food? - Go and ask them.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I ask why you're not ordering food?
Cut the small talk. I want my schnitzel!
- I want a hamburger! - What about my pizza?
Get your pizza at the supermarket!
Uncultured peasants!
Culinary racists!
We're not coming here again! Unbelievable!
- Eat your crap yourself! - A bloody disgrace!
That's what you get for coming here for years!
Take off the towel!
I have to leave in ten minutes.
Come on, take it off.
Coming in a sec!
Already?
FOR RENT
- Hot Diamond, sixth race... - Nothing, nothing, nada.
Milli! The Goat!
- How's it hanging? - Alright.
- Everything work out? - Totally.
Call.
Hey girl, get me a beer!
Get it yourself.
- You guys want one? - Still working on mine.
Hey you, how about it?
Go jerk yourself off.
- Anything happen? - Nope.
Listen, everyone! Time to go home.
We just got here!
Exaphanisou!
Let's go!
Let's go to a strip club, see some real women!
What are you staring at? I can't pay you. That's it for today.
For today,
or forever?
I'll call you.
Do me a favor, go home!
Lutz? Are your ears working? Take your fiddler and go!
Don't you like it?
Not today.
Hey! Close the door!
Soul Kitchen!
Neumann! You here?
The joint is really jumping!
- Poker, huh? - Forget it.
What's up?
- You going to offer me a drink? - What would you like?
- A beer to end the day. - Coming right up.
- Is that this place? - That was it when I bought it.
- Got it for a song, huh? - Yup.
- Want to see what I bought? - Sure, why not.
What's all this about? You need a hand, or what?
I get back pains when I sit.
Jerk off too much, huh?
- Where are you taking me? - You'll see.
- Look around. - Wow!
This whole block's mine.
- All yours? - Well, not quite.
I'm leasing it out to the girls and guys until it all gets torn down.
Not bad, man.
Let's go get laid later, two girls each.
- It's good for your back. - You a doctor now?
Yup, that's me!
- Hey, Chako. - Blood pumping okay?
Blood's always pumping. How you doing?
Howdy!
- So? - So what?
You gonna sell me your place?
- I could lease it to you, like this place. - I don't want to rent,
I want to buy it! Name your price!
I'm not sure I want to sell. It's mine, know what I mean?
Renovated it myself, put in the pipes, the toilets,
found the furniture in the streets.
- I'm attached to it! - I'm attached to my thing, too.
If you change your mind, the offer's on, okay?
Okay.
- Public health department? - How may I help you?
I contracted food poisoning.
At Soul Kitchen.
- Where? - Soul Kitchen.
S-O-U-L, Kitchen as in "If you can't stand the heat... "
In Wilhelmsburg.
I had a cheese sandwich, moldy and hard.
And there were roaches. The place is a zoo!
- We'll look into it. - Please!
It needs to be closed down!
You'll have to find a new job.
What? Are you mad? Now that I finally got the permit?
- Sorry. - I have an attic full of sorries.
- Why are you throwing me out? - I don't want to throw you out.
I'm off to Shanghai, to be with Nadine.
- And now? - I'm looking for a manager.
Why not ask me?
Do you know what being a manager means? It means work.
And you just want to go through the motions.
Morning.
- You the owner? - What's the problem?
- Meyer, Public Health Department! - Oh shit.
What?
Do come in.
It stinks in here! Where's the extractor hood?
Hey, flower children! This is a kitchen,
it needs to be tiled, the walls too!
And appliances from the supermarket!
You need stainless steel.
And a real gas connection.
These gas flasks will blow up!
The electric wiring is completely shot. Dear oh dear!
Everything needs to be in order in 30 days. Chico?
Chico.
Otherwise I'll close the place down.
Coffee brewing?
Morning, Zinos.
Here, on the left.
- Who are they? - Kicked out of the practice room.
- You want to practice here? - That was the idea.
Listen, do you want to rent this place?
You could practice as much as you like!
How much would it be?
Forget it. Silly idea.
- Can we still practice here? - Go ahead.
We'll bring our fans along.
- I'm hungry! - What?
The menu, second dish from the top.
- I'll have that. - Problem is, the chef isn't here.
Not my problem. The menu's up, and I'm hungry.
Nadine, it's going to take a little longer.
Like it always does.
I'm totally screwed with the restaurant right now!
Restaurant. restaurant...
Yes, restaurant. What do you think?
Hey, Zinos, some of them want food.
- The menus are in the trash! - They want the specials.
- What? I'll be right there. - Talk to me!
- I'll call you back. - Don't you hang up on me!
Please, I'll call you back.
Shayn? Get over here on the double!
You take the cores and cut them...
I don't give a shit... Are the mushrooms peeled?
Yes, they do have a skin!
Thinly sliced, okay? Do you understand?
- One more thing... - What do I do?
Don't mess up my kitchen! Get out!
And clean everything up!
- And that was just the start. - Sure.
- They'll come in droves. - Sure.
- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.
My back.
Your brother's working with a bad back and you're gambling?
- What should I do? - Clean table 6.
Which one?
One, two, three, four, five, six. Got it?
- Another beer! - What?
Beer!
- You Ali Davidson, or what? - You got it.
No cheating!
Are you blind?
What are you looking at?
- Shit. - Louder!
Turn it down!
- Lutz, turn on the lights! - It wasn't me!
Enough! I've had it! Pay up and on your way. Everyone!
Fantastic grub!
Bad Boy Boogiez!
- Wanna go to a party? - What, now?
I wouldn't mind.
- Don't you have to go back? - Two hours yet.
- You didn't tell her? - No, I didn't.
- What is it? - Nothing.
Shit, wasn't this a department store?
- Yeah. - And now it's a club?
- Looks like it. - All we know is that we know nothing.
- Whose motto is that then? - I made it up!
According to Goethe, colors are only manifestations of light.
Van Gogh went mad over that and cut off his ear. Get it?
Totally, totally.
Good.
So you're into music, huh?
No world without music, huh?
That's so phat, that's so phat!
Hey, you!
What do all these buttons and levers do?
- Don't bug me! - What did you say?
Piss off, you shithead!
- Hey, I'm off. - Have you got a date?
Need to take care of something.
Milli, listen up.
Call the Goat and get over here. I'll tell you where.
I need a favor.
Hey, Zinos!
You bastards!
What did you call us?
Are you alright?
- Who were they? - Some people.
- And they know your name? - I'm a popular guy.
You're not all that popular!
What's going on?
- I can't tell you! - You don't trust me.
- It's not about trust. - What then?
- So don't tell me anything. - Wait a minute...
- Screw you! - Look.
Oh, forget it.
Alright,
but it's a secret. Don't tell anyone.
My brother's in jail.
- The Count of Monte Cristo, huh? - More or less.
He's a burglar. The king of thieves.
Climbs over roofs and stuff.
To Catch a Thief... Greek on a Hot Tin Roof...
How romantic.
Another round!
Okay Lucia, time to wake up! Hello!
Taxi!
It's me. remember? Your girlfriend in Shanghai?
- Nadine? - You were going to call me back.
Yeah, something came up...
I have my hands full here.
- You've forgotten all about me! - No, I haven't.
- I miss you. - I miss you, too.
What's with the groaning?
My back, it's messed up, remember?
And what was that?
- A barge. - Where are you?
The stockade quarter. I just left a party here.
That's why you didn't call back?
So you could go drinking with other women?
- I thought you wanted to come here? - I do!
Get over here then!
Nadine?
Zinos! I'm in love with your waitress, man!
- Calm down. - You didn't mention the jail thing?
- Me? No. - You didn't, huh?
No, never!
Malaka. I'm so happy!
Listen. I'll call you later, okay? - Okay, ciao.
This is incredible. How did you get this place? Are you rich?
No. I'm squatting. I don't even have a shower.
- And where do you go to wash? - The public pool.
- Like in the good old days, huh? - Right.
Hey, Lucia,
- can I ask you something? - Totally.
Could you imagine managing Soul Kitchen?
What?
I'm off to Shanghai.
Me with a restaurant?
I want to paint, do my own thing, be free. A restaurant's too much.
- Then I'll sell the place! - Don't do that.
Ask your brother.
Hello.
- Kaffantsakis! - Neumann!
Have you decided?
About what?
- Are you gonna sell me your place? - Can't talk right now, bad line.
- What do you mean? - You're breaking up.
Call me, it's important!
That tickles.
Can I turn over?
This exercise is important.
Sorry... God, how embarrassing.
Be happy. You're healthy.
What's that? I don't want this stolen shit here!
I'm into your waitress, and she's into music.
Take it back! Goat, Milli, take it back! Right now!
Who are these people?
A dance school opened down the road, they're celebrating.
Told you. They'll eat you out of house and home!
Music! They need to dance!
I don't know your records. And how does this work?
Maybe this one.
Here, take this one.
- What track? - Track three!
What switch?
33!
Great, bro.
- Not bad, huh? - Yeah.
Dim the lights!
Stainless steel everywhere! Chico?
Chico!
Could I just get through? Thanks.
Just need to reach the table there, thanks.
Coming in a second.
Hey, who was that?
Come back tomorrow! Screw you!
Hey, Count of Monte Cristo! We need you at the bar!
- What did you say? - We need you at the bar.
No, before that.
Count of Monte Cristo.
Illias!
Hey, Illias! Wait!
I hit the gall bladder!
You asshole! Move over! Start cutting parsley! Hurry up!
You bastard! I don't believe it. Idiot!
How many times do I have to tell you?
- Illias is gone! - What?
It slipped out, the jail thing.
Sorry.
- You're coming back! - Okay, man...
Hey, bus those glasses!
I don't care.
- Why don't you call? - Where's my brother?
- We need to talk. - Not now!
I liked it here better before!
- I don't want you to come. - What do you mean?
I'll be reporting from Lhasa for six months.
- I won't be able to look after you. - Oh, I'll be fine.
Zinos, you don't speak Chinese!
What's wrong? You wanted me to come!
I did. But not now.
This is important. I won't get this chance again.
Wait.
I have to end this now.
- Just name your price. - It's going well.
- Running like clockwork. - I'll tear it down anyway,
I want the property! So, stay or go?
Make a decision, Kazantsakis.
PAWN SHOP
Come on!
Idiot!
- Hey, Greek! - What?
- What's up with you? - What's up with you?
- Why did you tell her about jail? - She says it's romantic.
Romantic?
What's romantic about sharing a cell with some asshole for years?
And what's romantic about not being able to get a job when you get out?
And telling your mother you work on an offshore oil rig?
It's not romantic!
I'm ashamed!
- Brother! - What?
I want you to manage Soul Kitchen.
- Listen, can you spare a twenty? - Sure.
What power of attorney will you give to your brother?
Full.
Are you sure?
What do you mean? Do I look like a crook?
- No. Mr... - Kazantsakis.
You don't look like a crook.
But why grant full power of attorney?
I'm leaving for Shanghai tomorrow.
I don't want to fly back and forth 15 hours
just for a signature. Understand?
- You can live here when you get out. - Cool!
I'm leaving everything: TV, stereo, books, everything.
- What about that jacket? - The jacket?
Leather, huh?
Looks good on me, no?
PRIVATE FUNCTION
What's this?
Honduran tree bark.
- I got it off an Indian. - What does it do?
It's an aphrodisiac.
Makes you horny as a goat.
So put some more in!
Hey, I was kidding!
You're sad, right?
Look what you've done!
I'll miss you, boss.
What's the problem? You don't like my food?
- There's no problem. - Delicious.
Hey, where's the party?
Copycat!
Excuse me.
- Neumann! - Kazantsakis!
- Good to see you. - Thanks for the invitation.
But you get me all worked up, and then you don't sell!
- Aren't we friends? - I made no promises.
- I want a sparkler! - Wait!
- Who'll be in charge? - My brother!
- What about my sparkler? - Just go to the bar.
Shit!
Excuse me, please.
- Mrs. Schuster! - Shall we take these speakers, too?
I have something better.
Max, a receipt for Mr. Kazastazi!
K-a-z-a-n-t-s-a-k-i-s!
Care for something to eat?
Are we hungry?
Ali Davidson! Wait!
- There's only dessert left. - Thank you.
Bon appétit.
- Mrs. Schuster, I think I'd better go. - Max!
- So you're in charge here now? - You got it, I'm the owner!
- In writing and everything? - It's all mine!
Get down!
Fuck!
Fucking assholes!
Fuck everyone!
Shut up! You've had enough.
- Let's go! Out! - Fuck you all!
You're going home!
- You just wanna screw other women! - Shut the fuck up!
Here's your rug.
What am I doing? I have two kids at home.
- An ace! And I raise him! - Crazy!
I noticed you before.
You caught my eye, you made quite an impression.
- I'm due in my cell in an hour. - So we'll make it a quickie.
And this one! Look at those tits! Score!
- Yeah. A bit fuzzy. - A bit, but smoking!
- You fucked the Tax Office! - I do that all the time!
Respect!
- Safe journey! - Thanks.
Mrs. Schuster.
Did you like the dessert?
What's your friend's name?
- Thomas Neumann. - Neumann. Alright.
- Safe journey, young man! - Thanks.
Nadine!
- What are you doing here? - Flying to Shanghai.
- Grandma's died! - What?
She's dead.
My parents are waiting outside. I have to go!
Nadine, wait, I'll get my bags!
By the way, I'm Han.
I've changed my mind, I'm staying in Hamburg!
- Your boarding pass, please. - Here.
Can you get my bags out?
- You have a herniated disc. - And what now?
We'll cut you open, slice off the protrusion and sew you back up!
- Are you privately insured? - I'm not insured at all.
Oh, that could be expensive.
And if I don't have an operation?
Then it could climb up your spine. You might end up in a wheelchair.
Nadine Krüger. I'm not available at the moment...
The beer was for you, right?
- Enjoyed the meal? - Delicious.
I'll tell the chef. Ali Davidson! The dishes!
- What can I do for you? - A drink for the ballerina.
- The hard stuff? - Right!
Kazantsakis' big brother.
- Uh, you're... - Neumann.
Neumann. Right. Care for a drink?
- A beer to end the day. - Coming right up.
Mind if I take a seat?
- You sit down, you gotta play. - Sure.
- What's the bid? - Fifty cents.
Hard change!
- Here you go, chef, good job. - Thanks.
Another game?
I'm Thomas.
- Milli. - I'm the Goat.
- Give me some dough. - Are you broke?
- I need a fifty. - You already owe me ten.
The strongest I have. Take one a day.
- Could I have some water? - They're chewable.
Just one!
...I'm not available at the moment. Please leave...
- Fifteen. - Fifteen, huh?
- All in. - See you tomorrow, boss.
Screw that, call.
Call.
Okay, let's see it.
And?
Shit.
Amazing! This is my night.
Pleasant evening, time to go.
Hey, wait a minute. One more round! Just you and me.
1,000 Euros.
- Are you crazy? Forget it! - Let's go!
- Wait a minute. - Let's go!
I'm tired of waiting. I'm off.
Let it go, bro. Time to party!
What's there to think about? We're outta here!
Wait a sec.
- What's up? - Women!
- Hey, come on! 1,000 Euros. - Wait!
Hey, Lucia, wait a minute!
- Wait! - I'm sick of waiting!
Instead of screwing me, you're playing poker!
I'm on a lucky streak! I need to use it.
I don't like it.
Come here.
I'll play one more game, I'll win,
I'll make us both rich and then drop by, okay?
- Okay, but don't make me wait. - I won't.
Thanks.
We're closed. You can fly your plane home again.
We're with Neumann.
- All of you? - All of us.
I'm not available at the moment. Please leave a message...
Nadine, I'm outside your parents' house. I'll wait by the ducks.
All in.
Call.
Yes! Come on, bro.
- Let's see what you've got! - Do it, maestro!
Fantastic, Neumann!
That's 50,000 you owe me.
Want to quit?
Loan me another fifty.
No problem.
Nadine!
Wait for me!
"When I was a child.
I spoke as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child.
But when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly.
But then we will see face to face.
Now I know in part,
but then I shall know even as also I am known.
For now, these three abide:
faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love."
No!
Get thee behind me, Satan!
You bastard!
Leave the rest to me, Mr. Neumann.
In a few weeks it'll be entered in the land register.
- What are you doing here? - I live here.
Zinos!
I'll get a towel.
Holy shit!
- Why aren't you in Shanghai? - Why aren't you in prison?
- Later! I have to get out of here!
- Who's looking after the restaurant? - Not me.
- Where are you going? - The restaurant.
Hang on, what for?
It's still my place, isn't it?
Get your hands off my boat!
What are you doing, you bastards?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the fucking owner!
Neumann's the owner now.
You better get the hell out of here!
The negotiations were expensive, Mr. Jung.
- I had to spend a lot of money. - Please get to the point.
You aren't the only one interested in the property.
You'll have to improve your offer.
What did you have in mind?
- Where's the asshole? - To the right.
I don't like discussing money.
Here he is!
- What's going down here? - Talk, you scumbag!
Let's say hello first. What's the problem?
A thug told me you own my place.
Your brother didn't tell you?
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I'm so sorry, man.
But I'm sick, don't you see? I'm sick!
I'm not a thief! I wanted to pay off my debts!
Judas!
You con man!
You're nothing, a nobody!
- I'm really sorry! - You're nothing!
Zinos! Say something!
Heaven!
I'm dying!
Listen, the notary said...
it would take a few weeks to be entered into the land register?
Yeah, I think so.
Did he say it or not?
Yeah, that's what he said!
Neumann!
- Neumann first. - Or the notary?
Who cares where we break in first?
- I need to know where to go! - Which one's more important?
To Neumann!
Hurry up!
To the right!
Look, a computer!
The next door.
- This one? - That's it!
- Milli, Goat, go ahead. - Let me do this one.
- Hey! Put that back! - Don't fuss! Keep looking.
- I've got it! - Then let's get out!
- The cops, man! - Oh shit!
Run! Hurry up!
- Move! - I can't, my back. Run!
- Don't move! - I can't! Slipped disc!
Hands on your head. Now!
Too much lifting tonight, huh?
- Move! - Easy! My back!
Hey! I'm one of them!
Evening.
- Let's move! - Sure.
What should I tell Mom and Dad now?
The truth.
They're too old for the truth.
I'll say you extended your contract.
Which contract?
The job on the oil rig.
Kazantsakis!
Which one?
- Zinos! - That's him.
You're free to go!
The prosecutors will be in touch.
- Take care of my brother. - Take care of yourself!
Shit, it's all down the drain!
- Anna, my leg's paralyzed! - What?
- My leg's numb! - What's going on?
They want to amputate my leg!
- What? - Anna!
- I don't want to talk about it! - Come, I know where to go.
- Where are we going? - Trust me.
Tell me where we're going!
Either you're operated on, or you come with me to the man!
What man?
He's a physio-healer. Alternative medicine.
Learned it from his father who learned it from his father...
I get it. What's he called?
The Turks call him Kemal the Bone Cruncher!
What?
- Here you are! - Thank you.
Do you have a German paper?
It'll be alright.
Next!
Anna, can you come in with me?
I don't like this.
Why is it always me?
- Relax! - You relax!
Don't talk!
At the count of three:
One...
Two...
Three!
I screwed up, Zinos.
I should have at least called you,
but I wimped out.
And when Grandma died,
I was in shock, I was out of it, you know?
But I shouldn't have done that.
You didn't deserve that.
Forgive me, please.
And now?
- I'll sort out the inheritance. - Are you rich now?
And that guy?
He went back.
And you?
I'm going back, too.
Here, eat.
Heard anything from Shayn?
Didn't he mention Honduras?
Do they pay well?
My kids can skate for free. It's okay.
- And the band? - We don't have a practice room.
If I ever get a restaurant again, you guys can practice there.
Thanks boss, I mean, Zinos.
Heard from Shayn?
I heard he's a knife thrower with a circus.
- He's a gypsy, isn't he? - I think so.
- And Illias? - Why don't you visit him?
It's not worth it, is it?
- Go visit him. - What good will that do?
- Lucia... - I know. Go visit him yourself.
Two sparklers, please!
- Fancy a game? - My gambling days are over!
- You shitting me? - Totally!
- You still owe me 35! - You'll get it!
Hey, what's that guy in for?
He screwed the Tax Office, and it screwed him back.
- Please move on. - Say hi to your brother.
I will.
"The traveler hasn't reached his final destination."
Shayn, where are you hiding, man?
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DECEMBER 13, 4:OO P.M.
- Can you loan me some money? - How much do you need?
- 100,000 Euros. - 100,000?
Maybe 200,000.
No way!
Can I tell you my story?
Come on in.
The bid is set at 110. Do I hear higher than 110?
- 115,000! - Hallelujah!
- Your ID, please. - Sure.
Kazantsakis. Sit down.
We've got 115. Any higher bid?
- 120,000. - The bid is set at 120.
125,000!
130,000.
135,000!
Wait a moment!
200,000.
You asshole! Screw you! Capitalist pig!
Excuse me! Please sit down!
Asshole! Landlubber!
Please sit down!
- This is a German court of law! - He's a crook...
Silence!
Where were we?
At 200,000.
200,000 have been set.
200,000 going, going...
200,015 Euros!
200,015 going,
200,015 going...
200,015, gone!
The bid has been won by Mr. Kazantsakis.
- Mr. Kazantsakis is the highest bidder. - Objection!
The auction is now closed.
Hey, Socrates!
Hey, Zinos!
I have a slight problem.
I can't pay December's rent.
- Doesn't matter. - Nor January's or February's.
Don't worry! After all, it's Christmas!
PRIVATE FUNCTION