Finale

Encore! Encore!...

Farewell...

Will there be any action today? - Hm?

Will there be any action today?

I thought kissing would be some good action.

Are you serious?

Please, please, please!

No!

So you are just the same?

Superficial?

No...

I know you're not like that. I KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT LIKE THAT!

Hi! I...

I just wanted to phone to say I will be a little late.

I'm really sick. I was partying last night and I...

I'll be late for half an hour.

"I have to come now. You have to sign this."

"My lawyer won't do his job any longer, and...

...this sheet just has to be sent to the court somehow, so the divorce...

you know by yourself...

I'll drop by now."

"Just calm down, I'm on the way!"

"See you."

Get in. Sit down!

You look like shit!

Here!

What?

Sign it.

If I would have to sign something, my lawyer would tell me.

I don't know why he didn't tell you.

Maybe there's nothing to sign.

But it's crucial.

Otherwise, we'll never get going.

I was the one to bring home the bacon,

while you were just partying and drinking all the time.

I just want the divorce to happen.

But not with this contract. I was the one who did the working!

You were the one who...

let herself be celebrated all the time.

Got some water?

Nope. I don't have anything for you.

I'm just glad if you don't share the air that I breathe.

I'm not in the mood for a 5 hour discussion now. Just sign it.

Your lawyer should send your letters to Berlin. Im moving next month.

I quit my job.

Hello! - Hi! One beer!

What's up?

Come in!

This is my flat. This is the landlord's room,

but he'll move to Berlin next month.

These are my rooms. Wanna look?

Thank you Mom!

Oh Mom, you don't have to worry about me being lonely on my birthday.

My friends will be here soon with a cake and we will watch soccer later.

Germany vs. Sweden.

Just today of all dates.

No. He didn't call me..

Yesterday, I was at his flat

But I wasn't with him, but someone else.

And he saw me....

fucking someone else in his...

in his flat and he just left.

Didn't say a word.

He observed me in front of the house,

as I was leaving.

Hiding there.

I don't want a dude, not even an ex-husband,

who won't get me out of that situation.

Who won't get me out of it and fuck the shit out of me until we forget it all.

No matter what we did before.

He never was able to do that.

No, I can't! - It´s my birthday!

You won't get in. - But if I do, they will win!

They will also win if you look for a place in the shade over there.

But I wanna cheer for them. - No way!

Please! - No chance.

Excuse me! Can I get in?

This isn't an entrance. It's too crowded over there.

It's my birthday. - Sorry, that's no reason.

GERMANY! GERMANY!

Timo?

It never looked so clean at our flat!

I'm working now.

You're working?

I have a date right now.

Party Service.

Oh, Party Service!

Tell me: Friday it's Germany vs. Argentina,

will you take me there?

But before that, you'll give me a nice blowjob, ok?

You're nuts!

Forget about that, Timo.

That means yes. - No!

That means yes.

Wait a minute. - Come...

Who was that bombshell that evening when I came in?

Sara Lisa!

You only see a scene like that in animal docs.

She worked at our cafe as a waitress for 3 days.

Well, she went to an escort service after that. No wonder with looks like that.

Well, by accident I met her at the Portugal vs. Mexico game.

But why do you want to know about all this?

I'm married to her.

What? You're making this up.

I'd rather do it.

I've had this dress for a long time.

My Granny bought it for my 13th birthday.

That was 8 years ago.

She thought she'd get in trouble with my Mom because it showed my breast.

But she did it anyway, because I begged that much.

Well, Maria Sara, I'd say: start this Friday!

Sara Lisa! - Sorry, but...

start on Friday anyway.

Friday doesn't fit that well... - Why?

It's Germany vs. Argentina on Friday.

Oh no! Soccer?

You care for that? - Yes.

So what about Saturday?

Saturday is great! - Ok, see you then.

I don't wanna ask any crucial questions,

but why'd you take me out 10 minutes before the game? Don't you wanna watch it?

I've not been to any game before. They've always sent me away.

And they've always won.

Understand?

I don't understand. - Last time I stood right here,

as the first two goals were shot.

Not that much happening...

Nothing can happen, they are just too good.

Almost...

You are really on fire today, right?

I liked the game vs. Ukraine much better.

Who did you like better?

Germany?

The game vs. Ukraine...

Could you please step aside a little bit? I can't see anything.

Come on!

What's the score? - Both zero.

Who leads?

This is the second half? - Yes.

I can see that!

Did they deserve that goal? - Yes, it was ok.

Yes? - Shit!

That was a goal, right? Was it?

Yes!

After 2 x 15 min, there will be the penalty shootout.

At first you want it all super fast,

and now we're waiting 20 minutes for your odd lawyer.

Just give me that sheet, I'll sign it.

That's not right, the lawyer has to be here.

If it's that important, I should read it before I sign.

Timo!

It's ok...

Will you take me with you? - Where?

To the soccer game tomorrow. The Italians will play.

Versus Ukraine?

Versus Germany!

Let's better meet after the game.

It's driving me nuts seeing you taking care of your hair during the penalty shoots.

Even... little girls don´t do that.

I can't stand it.

Italy will win the world cup, I'll tell you.

GERMANY!

They just do it better. We look like a janitor on LSD!

Bla Bla Bla!

Forza Italia!

Let's phone Sara Lisa's agency to book her for after the game.

The loser will pay and she has to wear that mean red dress like at the first time.

Sure thing!

Only problem is I did that some days ago,

and the boys at her old agency told me she changed agencies,

and they don't know to which one. - We'll check out the 500 services in town.

Oh no!

We lost...

we lost...

He lost! He pays!

This is so shitty!

This won't work. Let's book another one.

It doesn't matter at all.

They can do their final wherever they like...Paris or Rome.

We wanted to go to Berlin. - Let's go to Berlin!

Didn't you watch the game? We lost!

Forget about that shitty game. We don´t have to care.

We are not in the final, am I supposed to watch some Italians and...

Frenchmen while they are cheering?

We're doing our own final... - I want them to piss off and drive home!

I don't want to watch some blokes cheer up because they'll win the world cup.

So what do you want? - I wanted to win!

Why all this moaning? - It seems you didn't suffer!

Game's over! It's over!

Yes I know that! - It was a shitty game.

We lost 2:0!

She's nuts.

When will finally get rid of HIM?

Germany!

Germany!

Hi boys!

You wanted to leave on the 30th!

That was 2 weeks ago.

You know how things work sometimes... - We didn't touch a thing.