Westerland
Hey.
No thanks, I don't smoke.
Sh*t, it's cold.
We could go in.
- Too many people.
Do you know them all?
- Yes.
They're sort of my family.
I've still got your bag.
- Keep it for me.
Well, fine... I'd better go inside.
I'm meeting friends later at my place.
Yeah...
Have fun.
This one needs one, too.
- This one?
Yes, please.
Well.
- That one is okay.
Yes.
I guess that's the lot.
Let's knock off.
Sort of like...
Rupert, come on!
Well, then I'll go ahead.
Great song. What does it mean?
I drank raki...
Raki? Oh, right.
- ... I drank wine,
and I partied.
Like it!
- Yes.
What do you do?
My mother thinks
I'm at drama college.
But I'm not.
She'll find out sooner or later.
Yes.
And what do you want to do?
Don't know yet.
And you?
I like what I do.
Shovelling rubbish?
I'm doing a school- leaving certificate
in the evenings.
Then I want to study landscape design
as a correspondence course.
Landscape design, yeah?
Yes.
It would suit you.
The mess doesn't bother me.
Yes, but you don't live here.
Want to get us something to eat?
If you're paying. I'm broke.
You still have 20 euros.
- I do?
Didn't you borrow them this morning?
- I've no idea what you mean.
What should I get you?
Shall we watch a film?
What film?
- You know Roland Klick's "Supermarket"?
Never heard of it.
You don't know "Supermarket"?
So what if I don't?
You want that?
No, help yourself.
Sure?
- Yes.
Do you always turn the sound off?
What's with the weird colours?
I've no idea what you mean.
The colours are weird.
Yes...
It's a 70s film.
Maybe that's why.
You work nights or what?
No.
You can come up with me.
I was just returning your things.
what things?
The ones harmed.
What did you borrow?
- Things I'm wearing.
You can keep them.
Really?
- Yes.
I'm off to bed.
- Okay.
You can stay over if you want.
- I have to go home.
Okay.
Whatever you say.
Okay, then I'm coming along.
What are you drinking, Jesus?
Coke.
The table's set.
I'll go ahead, then.
Yes, help yourselves.
Is Jesus your real name?
Yes!
It was a real cross to me as a child.
And the job creation scheme
made me study carpentry.
It was all they had on offer.
But I'd rather be an actor
or a stuntman an.
Tuncay used to act.
- Dearest...
Do you know "The Robbers"?
- Who?
You do know Schiller?
- Know who?
Tell him to do some reading, Cem!
Tuncay was cast as Schufterle,
the youngest and least competent robber.
When his line finally came up,
he got a fit of the giggles on stage.
Embarrassing!
- It was funny.
Do you know, Schufterle,
how many lives have been lost?
Eighty- three, they say.
The powder- magazine alone
blew 60 to smithereens.
As I chanced to
pass by a dwelling,
I heard a great
clamour within.
I looked in and what did
I see by the light within?
A child.
Fresh and ruddy it was.
It was lying on the
oor under a table.
Poor little wretch! said
I, you'll catch your death,
and threw it
into the ames!
Take a seat. Go
on, take a seat.
A child.
Fresh and ruddy it was.
It was lying
on the oor...
under a table.
Nice evening.
Where's the blow- up
mattress? - It's punctured.
No problem, I'll
take the oor.
I think I drank
too much. - Yeah?
You have to chuck?
We'll see.
Don't you have work?
Weekend!
- Weekend?
What do you want to do?
- I've no idea.
You bit me,
look at my hand!
You've torn it to shreds.
I'll kill you, you
witch! I'll kill you!
Halim, Halim, Halim. Please,
please. Don't do it!
Take the knife away.
Why are you doing that?
Because I'm nauseous.
I don't believe you.
Don't touch me!
Not being fat is
definitely advantageous.
But you aren't fat.
I'm not?
You're not, no.
Pay attention,
I'll start over.
Our memories
still hold tight
All we loved
from childhood on
Our village, where
we attended school,
Our high- lying fields, meadows,
cliff- side paths,
Each way...
we ran along,
Each route leading
through the meadow
And here it comes:
The dolmens
where we burnt
our bonfires
Everything is as it
should be. Now you're up.
Our...
memories... still
hold tight
Come on.
It's kind of eerie.
It looks nice, but
it's kind of eerie.
Are you guys hungry?
Let me have a try!
No,just some of that.
I just want a try.
Anyone?
Try it. Doesn't
taste bad.
Cem?
- No, thanks.
You sure? And you?
Are you afraid of Aegir?
I've no idea
who you mean.
You don't know Aegir?
- So what if I don't?
Aegir is a sea giant.
He hunts all who
go out to sea,
makes ships
capsize,
and eats the whole crew.
But you want
to sail anyway?
Sure.
Shall we watch a film?
What do you
want to watch?
I like what you like.
Yes. I'm feeling great.
Where is it,
where's your fat?
Where's your fat?
- Quit it!
Fine, no problem... but
where's your fat? Where?
There!
Where? Show me. Well?
Where's your
fat? You're all bone.
All bone.
Where?
Can you tell me?
Don't squash, chop!
I am.
I'll show you.
Okay?
In the bowl.
Sorry?
- The onions go in the bowl.
And now?
- Tomatoes.
How?
- Dice them.
Know what I don't get?
What?
- I don't follow you.
No? I hate it when
people take the piss.
Sh*t.
What's your problem?
- I didn't mean to, honest.
Tania!
Why my brother has anything
to do with you... Tania!
Hold this.
Coming boozing?
No.
You're not your self.
Hey, Jesus.
Stoned again, yeah?
Hello, Erol.
I'm splitting.
No need.
Your brother's
really terrifying.
He almost chopped
my finger off.
I swear it.
You're stoned.
- No, I'm not.
Why are you lying?
- I'm not.
Just admit it. - what?
I can't stand it
when you're stoned.
I'm not!
Do you visit the
mainland much?
Why bother?
This is my home.
You can't do landscape
design if this is all you know.
Maybe we'll go over
together some time.
Tuncay?
Yes. - 200 euros
are missing.
Did you take them?
- Why would I?
Morning. -
Hello. - Morning.
Jesus!
Tania, help him.
What's on the menu?
Spaghetti.
Here.
Hey, Jesus.
- Hey.
You well?
- Fine, I love the job.
Don't you like the job?
I like it fine.
- You sure?
Here, Tuncay.
Been near the till, Jesus?
- Tuncay!
No, why? - 200
euros are missing.
I probably just miscounted.
- Not by 200 euros.
You've no proof.
- Keep out of it!
But I didn't do it!
Will you let him be?
I don't want him
working here. That's it.
We could sort this out.
- I already have.
But I didn't do it!
You're such an a**hole.
- Watch it! - Cem, please.
Hold it.
I tried to cut your
name into my skin.
You scare me.
- Don't worry.
I'll look after you.
Look after yourself.
What's this then?
Food.
Sorry but it's inedible.
- What's that?
Eat what's on your plate!
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