Playoff Page #2
- Year:
- 2011
- 107 min
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If it's any help, I can tell you
that I'm not happy
with the way this talk is going.
Thomas, I know it wasn't easy
losing your father.
With all due respect, Mr. Stoller...
- Max. Call me Max.
With all due respect, Mr. Stoller,
we're not friends, and my life
is none of your business.
This generation's mixed up.
They're ashamed of the past
and scared of the future.
They feel threatened by everything.
Growing up these times
is evidently not easy.
Growing up any time isn't easy.
What happened to Thomas's father?
I only know, it's not talked about,
that he drank himself to death.
We were all at his funeral.
His father was some kind of war hero.
In the east, on the eastern front,
I mean.
What angers Thomas is that nobody
remembers war heroes anymore.
It's not nice to admit it,
but neither do I.
Thank you.
Are you sure you don't
want me to wait for you?
It could be difficult
to get a taxi here.
You don't know
your way around.
As you wish, boss.
He's a policeman...
What do you want?
Are your parents in?
Nobody here.
Just a moment...
My mother not home.
At work.
Sema? Who is it?
May I come in?
Leave it open, please.
Here are all the papers.
Wait, please, wait.
I bring them...
We have the work-visa.
I'm Deniz Uner.
Everything is signed...
- Mama, he doesn't speak German.
Who is he?
Why did you let him in?
He's the one they were filming
here yesterday.
I told him you weren't home.
Ask him what he wants.
In what language?
Tell your mother that I just want
to see the apartment, that's all.
I speak English. A little.
So I give you landlord address,
you must talk with him.
No, no, lady, you can relax,
I just want to see the apartment.
I used to live here a long time ago.
Lucky man,
got out of here...
Sema, quiet!
Sorry... I'm sorry.
It was so much bigger.
Apartment was cut.
My husband...
He disappeared.
We come here to look for him.
"Stoller Furniture"
Is clean.
How long since you was here?
39 years.
39 years...
She told you he disappear
and you believe her?
It's a lie.
What's the truth?
He doesn't love us.
Me especially.
Like everybody...
Can we go, boss?
You have reached
the Stoller family.
Please leave a message
and we'll get back to you.
Hi, call me...
Good morning.
- Good morning...
Good morning Mr. Stoller,
sorry we're late...
You smoke too much, my friend.
Not good for the blood pressure.
- Thank you.
Doctor, may I talk to you?
As a friend.
- Please.
Good morning...
Do you know where I can hire
an investigator?
An investigator?
- Yes.
Are you in trouble?
- No, no, it's...
for somebody I would like to help.
I want to talk to you.
Who owns that konditorei?
- Who?
I don't understand.
- I want to help you.
Help? How?
I want to hire an investigator.
- Why?
To find your husband.
But why you want to help us?
You shouldn't look a gift horse
in the mouth.
What do you want in return?
Want?
There's nothing here that I want
or that I need.
Forget that I was here.
This was a mistake.
Goodbye.
OK... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Please, come in.
But I don't have to look
in your mouth, right?
And then, without warning,
We never heard from him anymore.
Everyone I tried to talk to
did not know where he was.
You like it sweet?
- Yes.
I had to come here,
look for him.
That was more than
one years ago.
I went to police,
I talked to his friends,
at his work...
Nothing.
Thank you.
- Nothing...
Your daughter is convinced
that your husband ran away.
Her imagination works overtime.
Children don't imagine things
like that without a good reason.
She's not easy child.
She never was.
I wasn't an easy child either.
I'm sorry, but I don't really
understand connection.
This is delicious.
What is it about the coffee
in this country
that it doesn't taste like coffee?
It's like black water.
- Yes.
"Where there is no good coffee
"nothing's good."
I'm only here
for one years and a half
but I miss Istanbul very much.
Well...
If only for this,
I'll stay in touch.
Berta.
You wanted to know the name
of konditorei owner,
is Berta.
Yes. Thank you.
Do you want me to check
anything else?
Really.
Why? Does it look like I need help?
Yes.
Tell me, what do you do for a living?
I clean toilets in restaurant.
For a moment I thought you were
a psychologist or something.
I'm sorry, that was out of line.
It's not working
because you insist on zone defense.
I'm talking
about individual balls here.
One on one, man to man.
How many times do I have to tell you?
Sh*t, what does he want?
If you've got something to say,
then just say it.
with the way we play.
So what in your opinion, captain,
is the problem?
I think you're trying to force
a style onto us
that's maybe suitable someplace else.
Boys, basketball
is a universal language.
It is a creative and instinctual game.
You've got that.
But you're scared.
When you stop being scared
you'll understand it.
Got it? Get it?
Hanns!
But... but how do we?
"But"...but what?
Afraid of the dark?
You should be able to play,
even in the dark.
Feel and listen.
Listen to the rhythm of the ball.
Feel it. Feel yourself.
Feel your enemy.
Feel him, smell him.
Touch him.
Respect and suspect.
Always respect and suspect him.
Ready, boys?
Move aside. Come on.
Watch out, idiot!
Thomas, I'll give you a ride home.
Come on, Thomas, you'll catch a cold.
Come on.
Over my career I've seen
hundreds of players
and only a handful
had your talent.
Man man man...
We made him (Beckenbauer) a Kaiser
and he goes to America.
People don't care about where
they come from anymore,
only about where they're going.
Would you turn it down, please?
Beckenbauer refused to comment...
You can fight with me, Thomas,
you can fight with me.
But let me be that point that you
can lean on so that you can fly.
I promise you, you'll be
in a completely new place.
What if I don't want
to be in a new place?
What if I'm happy just where I am?
Why are you so intent
on screwing up your career?
Why are you so intent on changing us?
Why are you here at all?
Stop here.
Stop.
I'm sure your father would have wanted
to see you succeed, Thomas.
My father didn't want to see anything.
Why do you say that?
If they had given him 1%,
just 1% of what Germany is spending
on apologizing to the whole world,
- Crimes must be paid for, Thomas.
He was no criminal.
He was a soldier, a simple soldier
who fought and bled for this country
that forgot him
but remembered you.
Let's go.
Yes, sir.
Cheers!
Is that a 1926 Harwood automatic?
I never met anyone
I've never met anyone wearing it.
Not since my father.
He used to collect old watches.
It was an addiction.
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