(Germany vs. Costa Rica)
Encore! Encore!...
Farewell...
(Germany vs. Poland)
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!
(Portugal vs. Mexico)
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.
(Germany vs. Sweden)
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.
(Germany vs. Argentina)
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.
(goal for Argentina)
I can see that!
Did they deserve that goal? - Yes, it was ok.
Yes? - Shit!
That was a goal, right? Was it?
Yes!
(1:1)
After 2 x 15 min, there will be the penalty shootout.
(2:1 Germany)
(2:2)
(3:2 Germany)
(German goalie gets the ball)
(4:2 Germany)
(Germany wins, gets to the semi-final)
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.
(Germany vs. Italy)
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!
(goal for Italy)
(Italy wins)
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!
Hi boys! (inaudible)
You wanted to leave on the 30th!
That was 2 weeks ago.
You know how things work sometimes... - We didn't touch a thing.
We thought you'd come back.
I'm going to Berlin. - That will be your funeral.
Look Timo: everybody is responsible for his own bad luck.
If you want something really bad, but are doing nothing to achieve it.
I could have helped, just dropped in sometime.
I could have met her.
No problem to meet her,
she's working as an escort now.
Excuse me!
No prob, I'm from the countryside, too. That's were they whistle.
It's because of the heat.
Heat?
Wait a minute...
Eyes closed!
Thanks.
Rose flavor.
Any plans for today?
Later on, but now...
How about a little stroll? - Ok.
Wait...
I have to change my shoes. - What happened?
Yesterday I went for a swim and walked on some glass splinters.
Shit!
That's it!
Let's go to the river.
Take a taxi? - No way, we don´t need that.
Hitchhike! - Ok, let´s go!
Cheers, Sweety!
Which shampoo is this?
I don't know. The dude I slept with last night had it in his bathroom.
Boyfriend?
A couple of them.
Me too, but he's far away.
Where?
Greece.
Well, that's something.
But he's such a horny guy.
What about yours?
As I said, there are a couple of them. Besides...
actually, I'm in a divorce right now.
No way. You're married?
I never would have thought that. - Wasn't a good idea either.
When did you marry? At 19?
Yes.
We're separated for a year now.
How could someone marry at 19?
If you're in love...
And if you believe in romance?
Maybe I should marry the Greek guy.
And move to Greece?
Pitting olives?
Why not?
Do you have the time? I'm in a hurry.
Let's see...
6:30 p.m.
Let's speed up a little. I have to go.
Oh, my agency called me.
Are you modeling? - Nope. Party Service.
How's the revenue? - Way too small.
Oh Stephan, you're so sweet, but our affair is over now.
In two weeks I'll be in Munich anyway.
Besides, I got too much sun today,
and I drank too much beer this afternoon, and...
I don't even know the name of the girl I met this afternoon.
What was your name this afternoon? - What?
Well... - Can't you say one straight sentence?
I love you!
Stephan, it's over!
Besides, I have to go to my hotel to study some lines. I have a
casting tomorrow.
You know... you'll go back to your bar.
And you'll give these roses to another.
So I'm a rose merchant now?
You shouldn't sell them, but give them away.
Stefan is here? - No, but he should arrive any minute.
"It's for my stage act. I jump out of the cake. I jump out of the cake!"
Hello!
Thanks for the roses. - What roses?
The roses Stefan wanted to give you.
From him I also got your phone number, your name, your profession...
and that you are Stefan's biggest love.
And what's your name?
Sara Lisa!
What are you doing?
Call girl, of course!
So come to my place!
Sara Lisa!
See you soon.
Come in, Sara Lisa!
Actually, I ordered a big breasted one.
But I've got long legs instead!
I'd like to have those.
Strip!
Next?
Next...
You were just great...
The only thing missing is a dick.
What YOU are missing is a dick!
Look here... That's me!
The boobs are photoshopped, right?
Not at all!
Maybe the bum is a little photoshopped.
My role in the play is a girl...
who is pretty bourgeois and comes to this strip club,
wanting to be a stripper.
And...
she wants to break free from the boring life she led before,
and she comes in, meeting all these cleaning women,
um... thinking that's the jury.
She doesn't know and starts to dance.
And strips...
I'll do that for you now.
You have to applaud!
Thanks.
Do you know him? - Nope.
Sure you do!
Don't recognize me? From the park!
We danced to some reggae song.
I was pretty loaded then, but now as you mention it, I can remember that.
So, any plans for tonight?
Want a beer? - Sure thing.
Get it!
I'll leave my bags here. - No prob!
"Boy, come back soon..."
Maybe that'll be the right dick!
Nope, way too young.
We won't have to take him home.
We can test him right here.
Way too young...
Let's go!
If you won't let me go right now, I'll scream!
I'll call the police.
My cellphone is still in there.
My sunglasses, too.
You can get your phone and glasses later, now you'll shut up for 5 minutes!
I don't wanna hear it!
You want Timo back?
I forgot about him.
We're divorced, it's over. Shut up, or I'll bite your ear off!
Would you really do that?
Sure thing.
You may talk...
but don't start all that marriage shit again.
And if you do start with that,
I'll bite off your dick!
What's up?
Where are you? In Berlin, why?
Did you send your ex-boss after me?
My ex-boss? No, why?
Swear!
I don't know what you mean. But anyhow, I´ll swear!
I made a scene at his table in front of all these people,
anybody else would have died with embarrassment,
and he drags me outside, presses me to a wall and wants to bite off my ear.
I guess we'll invite him for a casting soon.
Besides, I'm near your hotel right now.
Shall I come by?
A colleague from Cologne?
I'll do 2 phone calls and be right there.
See you Sweety!
You gave away my phone number privately. Therefore, I quit!
I'll look for some agency I can trust.
I love you.
We're not alone.
This colleague of mine is still here, sitting in the garden.
I forgot about him.
He's studying some lines for an audition today.
And we've got half an hour before you have to be at the theater.
So why don't we let him study...
Going upstairs?
To the bed?
I have to go.
Where?
To the theater.
I'll call you up.
Hi Sweety!
Hey, where are you?
Tip-toeing...
quietly and secretly in my flat...
which is quite angry at me, because I left her alone for so long.
I'll just grab that black dress, from my granny.
You don't know that one.
I only wear that one for auditions.
Just like now in 30 minutes.
Afterwards, I'll come to your hotel.
Right?
Get the key for the room.
Maybe I'm a little late.
I'll have drink with a guy from tonight's audience.
So I'll check the new agency,
and then I'll wait for you at the hotel.
But hurry up.
See you Sweety! - Bye!
How was the show? - The dream's dream!
Sadly just 2 more days.
Sometimes when I'm on stage, I imagine you to be that slut I'm playing,
and sometimes you really are.
Then I'm watching you playing my role.
I get such a kick out of it that I can do whatever I want with my spectators.
They are without any will.
Let's go to the Cobra for a beer.
I want to say farewell to Stefan.
Why not to the hotel right away?
Right after that.
Seems to still be closed. - He'll be at home. Let's go.
Oh no...no.
We're coming from the Cobra...
Got anything to drink? - Nope. Do you?
I want to say farewell. I'm off in 3 days. - I'll check if there is anything left.
What do you like?
Sparkling wine!
Nothing left. All gone!
What do you mean? - Just as I said: all gone.
Shit! - Is that so hard to understand?
I'll start laughing right now, too...
Want to wreck my nerves? - Just want to say bye.
You already did.
Look: my pants are dirty, my flat is dirty...
why do you think I'm here like this?
Fuck off! Don't wreck my nerves!
You don't want us to fight. I'll look if there is anything left in the kitchen...
You just can't come here and pretend everything is just funny!
I just can't believe all this...
How dumb can you get?
What? - I found something.
Stefan, I found something. Wanna go with me?
That can't be.
Come here, I can't do it alone...
Anneke!
Get out. Anneke, please don't!
Anneke!
Sara Lisa?
Anneke!
- What's up Sara Lisa?
Ouch! Shit!
Now I got you back! - What?
Don't say anything.
Me in that situation, I would have run away.
Not me.
I just had to find a way to get you to the hotel.
Straight to the wall!
To the wall!
Strip!
Next?
I'll fuck you back to Stone Age.
It's not that sensible to give shoes to a lover which she'll use to walk away.
I won't walk away from you. - True?
You're the one to fly to Munich. - Right. And what will you do?
I'm going with you.
But not to the gate. - What do you mean?
We'll part in the taxi.
I'll drive to my agency then.
They want to fire me, because they couldn't reach me for 6 days.
Something was really odd today. - Why?
I don't know, well...
The show was totally odd. Especially for the last evening...
The people didn't like me somehow. - Didn't like you, or didn't like ME?
I don't know. They even didn't cheer at the end applause.
I didn't get a single cheer.
Very strange. All those square people...
I was so angry, I couldn't laugh just once during the applause.
Normally, at the last show... it's just fantastic,
lots of energy... and today, I dunno...
That can't be because of you.
Dunno.
Got a boyfriend in Munich?
Yes.
Love bite, here!
subs by musiclova 05/2019, edited by laiska 10/2019