Toubab

Smoke?

You with that blowhard?

That blowhard is my buddy. A solid guy.

- See you soon, Mr. Omodo. - No way.

Dude!

Sorry.

I'm seriously sorry, man.

I was a foot away from wiping that guy out.

Dude!

You've gotten big!

Let's get out of this shithole.

Babtou's free again!

Incredible!

I was on the ground floor. There was no air at all. Nothing.

Two years, man.

- Get rid of that fucking TV. - Get off!

- Leave my TV alone. - I got you a flat-screen.

- What's up with you? I'm keeping it. - Fine, but put it away...

From now on, there's only one way to go: I'm going to live, dude!

Crazy. Haven't been here for so long.

Semih!

Dude!

They still letting you run free?

- You got out? - What's happening?

- Babo is back! - Yo, Matsch, what's up?

Brother!

Woah, what happened, brother? Twice around the sun and look at you!

- What's up? - This is my cousin Paco.

Get out of the goddamn way!

- What's your problem? - Can we get out of the goddamn way?

I don't think so!

Honk quieter! And you? Louder!

Street ballet, brothers. One dance for the road.

- Babs! When did you get out? - Sahadi!

Great to see you.

Guys, come here! It's time...

for a toast! A toast!

To the best, cutest, most loyal man this shithole's ever produced!

Guys, the cops. Dennis, the cops.

Dude, you wanna die? Get your prosecco fingers off my car.

Shut it.

Guys, the cops!

Shut the hell up, he's on parole!

Dennis, the cops!

- Your ID, sir. - It's alright, officer.

We were just discussing the right of way.

Hey, stop!

Stay where you are.

I don't know these people, officer.

Hey, Dennis!

Say hi to Manu. Is her pussy piercing still infected?

What did you say about my girlfriend?

I'd rather fuck my exhaust!

Stop it!

Hey, I'm out.

Fucking bastard!

Freeze!

On the ground!

- Hands up! - He didn't do anything!

- It's OK! - Quiet!

We haven't seen each other for a while.

Have a nice break?

Don't you have to let me call my lawyer first?

Why?

You think we want to lock you up?

Don't you?

No. Not at all. Right, colleagues?

No, no.

Mr. Omodo? You've been in Germany for quite a while.

How long, Ms. Zeug?

- 25 years. - 25 years? Wow!

Let's say we've hosted you for a long time.

And we've had fun, hm?

Partied, drunk, danced...

Sometimes a bit too much.

But even the best party has to end.

So if you keep dancing on my coffee table instead of leaving voluntarily,

then...

- Can I get my passport back? - You mean "residency permit?"

Unfortunately not.

Instead, we'll give you

a border crossing certificate,

which you can use to return to Senegal in the coming weeks.

I'm sure Senegal is terribly interesting.

Papa!

Mamdu!

Why's that African in my bed?

Babtou?

- You're a free man? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Sure.

That's good.

Who's that?

What can I say? He made it here. I don't know how.

He's seeking asylum.

Like Mama and I back then.

Is there a problem?

All good. Go back to bed.

Babtou!

Please, don't fuck up.

Take care, Papa.

- That guy was in jail! - He's my best friend.

I've known him for 20 years. Should I put him in the garage?

- You've slept there when you're drunk. - But he's not drunk.

- Sure... - What? We celebrated his release.

Right! So after two years he thought, why not go back to jail?

Right, let's begin.

After Mr. Omodo followed his accomplice,

who was masked by a motorcycle helmet and heavily intoxicated,

Mr. Omodo left the betting shop with 327 Euros cash.

Because of his distinctive appearance, the culprit was soon arrested.

The sentence was heavily affected by Mr. Omodo's refusal

to reveal his accomplice's identity.

Fine.

And last week you were released and re-arrested on the same day?

For blocking an intersection with your friends

and assaulting the police, correct?

Correct, yes.

- And now? - "And now?"

- Appeal it. - Appeal it? Brilliant!

On what grounds?

- I'm German. - But your passport isn't.

- It's from Senegal. - He doesn't know anything else.

He's visited his aunt in Paris twice. That's it. He was fucking born here!

In Germany, he's not a German just because he was born here.

- Could you get to the point? - The point is:

It doesn't look good for you.

Fantastic.

Maybe I can push this around the courts for a few months, but otherwise...

What kind of lawyer are you?

Otherwise the best you can do is marry a German citizen.

Abi!

- Another kebab. - With sauce?

Definitely.

- Where'd you learn Turkish? - It's the official language in prison.

And I love girls in headscarves.

Then help me with some names.

- Which ones do we have already? - Until now: Leyla, Samirah,

Mara, Julie, Bigosh,

Lily...

- Janine Haessler. - Oh, man.

"In the red corner, weighing 225 pounds"

"the world champion of the heavyweights..."

Dennis, stop it! You're such a dick.

Behave!

If all else fails, ask Janine Haessler.

- You kidding? - She liked you in eighth grade.

- That was 15 years ago, Dennis. - Just do it.

No, man.

Isn't that Sahadi?

What are you doing? Don't run up on the cops.

Let go of me, man.

- Seven grams is a lot for one joint. - Depends on how you roll it.

Fuck, Babtou!

- Since when do cops bully you? - That'll be the day.

What'd you do?

- You don't want to know. - Sahadi...

Sorry, officer. Our mom is sick. We have to talk, please.

Thanks.

- What's up? - Can I sleep at your place tonight?

Dude, I'm on parole.

- The place is yours for six months. - Keys?

You'll have to grab them.

- Thanks. Take care. - See you.

Thanks.

God loves me!

I won't burn your place down, Papa. If anything, I'll blow up the whole block.

See you in two weeks.

- What you looking at? Want a photo? - No.

Who the hell was that?

Ooh, Sahadi!

Because the emperor's arm was short from birth,

he tried to compensate for this handicap with courage and achievements.

His need for recognition was great: He thought he knew everything better.

He fired Bismarck as advisor

and surrounded himself with courtiers who didn't dare oppose him.

What do you want?

To see you again, baby.

Just wait. I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Must've been amazing.

What do you mean?

Think about it.

Is the kid's papa here, too?

- Sorry. - Why?

For telling your asshole friends you finally had a virgin?

Or for my brother receiving naked pictures of me?

Those pictures are beautiful.

I was gone for a while, and every night,

every single night, I dreamt of you.

- We slept together once while drunk. - I know, but...

I realized how much it meant to me.

So,

I wanted to ask

if you'd marry me.

- Dude, we need cash. - Easy.

I have some.

How much?

50 bucks?

I need a wife.

How?

I'll buy one. Can't be that hard.