Sieger Sein (2024) Movie Script
Look, who's that?
She should piss off
back to where she comes from.
Loser!
Yes, I'm a freaking refugee.
Now what?
Oh my God, just look at her.
This is what we look like.
Ugly pants, ugly shoes.
And an even uglier sweater.
I hope that loser
isn't in our class, dude.
Yeah. Welcome to Germany.
Look. Clothes that nobody wears.
- Oh God, so bad.
- So cringe, really.
Calm down! Hey!
What the hell?
For God's sake, stop it now!
No violence! Everybody, go to class!
For God's sake, move, now!
Okay.
Come on, shoot!
My ball!
We only ended up fourth, sadly.
You're Mona, right?
I'm Mr. Chepovski,
your new class teacher.
Good morning, Mr. Chepo
Chepovski. It's a bit hard,
so "Che" is also all right.
However, I won't accept "Mr. Poo,"
"Poopoo," or "Poopoovski." Okay?
Oh, I forgot to mention. In my head,
everyone speaks perfect German.
But this is how it really sounds
I A bit of German.
Not understand everything.
- It's okay.
- Dude, her German.
What are you laughing at?
Mona speaks Kurdish, Arabic and English.
- Can you too?
- Yeah, I can.
Oh really, Jasmin?
Could you skip less classes too?
What did we say?
Where is she from?
Her name is Mona.
And she's from Rojava. That's in Syria.
She fled with her family,
went to an integration school,
and she's here
for her first proper class.
- Manuela Neuer, are you?
- What the hell?
Are you out of your mind?
Move, go to class!
Go!
What's with you two geniuses? Go!
Yeah, yeah
That was really good.
Do you play soccer?
No?
Right, Mona.
Welcome to Wedding 7.
Follow me.
WINNERS
A FILM BY SOLEEN YUSEF
I've been here five weeks already.
Five crappy weeks.
Please be quiet.
Everybody sit down, please.
- Hussein, Food, sit down, please.
- No.
Quiet, please.
Sit down.
Jasmin, please sit down.
I need the toilet.
As always.
Then go, no need to come back.
What did I do?
You're always disrupting the class.
- It hasn't even started!
- Stop it.
- You're annoying me, get out.
- You too.
Out, now!
I'm out.
That's what you wanted.
This school is a freaking disaster.
We're going to start with a little
warm-up today, as you're very loud
Please be quiet now!
Mona?
Yes, Miss Abbel.
- She stands up for Miss Abbel.
- What is she doing standing up?
Sit down, loser.
How are you doing today?
I'm doing great.
How are you, Miss Abbel?
I'm doing very well
with students like you.
Ass kisser.
Please sit down.
Right then, grab your homework.
I'll write the exercises on the board.
No need!
- Let's take a break.
- No, man!
- Let's play again.
- Nah, I'm done.
They play like shit,
how do they even score all the time?
I told you, you can't play soccer.
Shut your trap!
You're embarrassing us again!
We are?
At least we'll save the school's honor.
Dude, you don't even have a team!
Play in a tournament first,
then we can talk.
- We won't just play, we'll win it!
- Yes, man, we'll win it!
We'll put our big trophy
next to your tiny, crappy one.
Whatever, loser!
- We'll show you!
- You'll never win!
Yes, we will!
- What's she doing?
- Hey!
Don't touch the ball, you nerd!
Don't even try.
- Does she want to shoot?
- What is she doing?
One minute and we play again.
- What's she doing?
- Guys!
- Oh my God!
- What a shot!
- Can't she play with us?
- No ass kissers on the team!
She even likes Miss Abbel,
the worst teacher.
- I swear.
- You play like amateurs!
- She destroyed you!
- What are you talking about?
We play like amateurs?
- She's saying you can't play.
- Embarrassing!
- She's not getting away with that.
- Aysel?
- Let's just play.
- Leave her alone.
- Don't
- Aysel!
I hate it here.
- Are you okay, Mona?
- What?
Where am I?
- In heaven.
- What?
Joking.
Pass it here! I'm free!
Mona!
Auntie Helin!
What happened to your forehead?
Oh, nothing. Just soccer.
My little lion.
Guys, I know where we are.
In Syria, in Rojava, my home.
Well, in my head.
- We're speaking German, I forgot.
- Close your eyes.
Okay.
Wait, is this what I'm thinking?
Open your eyes.
You're the best aunt in the world!
Look at me.
Don't be scared.
I'm here, do you hear me?
Run! Run as fast as you can, Mona!
I didn't want to leave.
Nobody asked me if I wanted to.
I didn't want to flee.
I wanted to stay
with Aunt Helin and my friends.
- Mona!
- Mona!
A lion.
You're a lion.
Lioness, not lion.
- This is the girls' bathroom.
- So?
I don't care.
- You shouldn't be here.
- Says who?
- Get out.
- You get out.
Go.
Wait.
What?
I didn't mean it that way.
A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Him again. Get out, you fag!
- What's he doing here?
- He's getting on my nerves. Piss off.
Yeah, piss off!
Dude, I'm telling Burchardt.
That's really not okay.
Mr. Che?
Terry, don't you have class?
- I'd like to talk to you.
- Okay.
It's about Mona.
She
Come on, Terry, spit it out.
- I'm not a snitch though, okay?
- No, you're not.
Mona's horribly bullied.
- Who's bullying her?
- Well
Anyway, I think
she should be on the girls' team.
I think she's really good at soccer.
She's not allowed to, Terry.
- I've asked her many times.
- Maybe you should talk to her parents?
Yes, maybe.
And maybe you could skip less classes?
Come on, go now.
We have to go back.
What? No, we don't have to.
Yes, we do. School is important.
We'll get into trouble.
You talk like my father.
At least he talks to you.
- My father's never there.
- What?
Where is he?
Since we arrived in Germany,
he's always working.
Well, better than my situation.
My parents teach at my school.
So embarrassing.
- I don't think so.
- What if they were your parents?
- Okay, it's embarrassing.
- Very.
So embarrassing.
Come on, pass it here.
If you're not ready in the gym
in ten minutes, no training!
- Come on, hurry up!
- Hurry!
Excuse me, Mr. Che?
Mrs. Sabri. Nice to see you.
Have you seen Mona?
Didn't your son pick her up?
He always does.
No, I went shopping
and I wanted to pick both of them up.
But Mona's not in school, is she?
- She was.
- Was she?
Karl, what's wrong?
Mrs. Sabri is looking for Mona.
Our son and Mona took two hours off.
They needed to get out.
- Out where?
- There they are.
Mona.
- Oh oh. Not good.
- Why are you not in school?
Mrs. Sabri
Come back!
Back where? Rojava? Okay, sure!
When? Tomorrow, the day after?
Whatever. But not to this shitty school.
Sorry.
No problem.
- Mona is home.
- Really?
Harald, my son
Well, his name is actually Harry,
he just texted me.
Two words: "Is home."
These kids
- May I ask you something, Mrs. Sabri?
- Of course, Mr. Che.
The girls' team is training tomorrow.
And I'd be very happy
if Mona came along too.
Nice.
Mona always played soccer in Kurdistan.
She's really good.
Better than her two brothers, really.
- You're not against it?
- No, why?
Mona told me something else.
It's going to be okay, kids.
Don't be scared.
I'm coming.
Here I am, here I am.
Come, sweetheart.
Stop, wait!
- My ball! I forgot my ball!
- What are you doing?
Let me go!
We don't have time, okay?
I promise, I'll buy you a new one.
I don't want a new one!
Auntie Helin got it for me. Please, Dad.
- Dad!
- Dad!
He'll get your ball.
- Said!
- Mom.
Said!
- I couldn't find it.
- We don't have time, go!
Wait! I'll go get it.
Are you okay?
Don't be scared!
Is everyone okay? Mona
I promise, wherever we go, sweetheart
you'll play in a club.
You'll like it.
You'll all like where we're going.
I want to go back too.
Believe me.
Why don't we go back, then?
I miss my friends.
We can't.
Why not?
Our life is here now.
We have to accept that.
We all have to find new friends.
We can't give up, you know?
Don't cry, Mom.
Promise me
you'll start playing soccer again.
It'll make you happy.
- Yeah, shitty girls' soccer.
- Nobody even watches.
"Nobody watches."
You have to promise me
you'll start playing again, yeah?
For me.
For your aunt.
She'd be proud.
Okay, I will.
But don't forget about school.
- Yeah, yeah.
- You're clever.
You can change the world.
You can study politics, law, medicine
Do your parents
exaggerate like that too?
I'm supposed to become a soccer player,
lawyer, doctor and politician.
I can't even speak proper German.
Terry!
- Seriously? You shoot like a sissy.
- Shut up.
- Aysel!
- It's true!
- A little more respect, huh?
- I'm just telling the truth.
Mona! Come in.
The amateur's here.
- What does she want?
- That refugee, or what?
- What's she doing here?
- Hey, look who's here.
- What's she doing here?
- This is Mona. She's new.
She's really good at shooting.
She shouldn't play with us.
Glad you came. Want to play?
Do you have your sports stuff?
I don't have soccer shoes.
And she wants to play with us?
Forget it.
- Can she even play?
- No.
That's not a problem.
Go get changed, okay?
- No clue why she's here.
- She's leaving again.
Right, listen.
We're training barefoot today.
- Barefoot?
- Yes.
- Want to torture us?
- That hurts!
The floor's too cold.
Stop whining now. Only the toughest
will play in the tournament.
- But why barefoot?
- Shoes off, just do as you're told.
- If I get athlete's ankle
- Athlete's foot, Aysel.
Playing barefoot
will help improve your technique.
Without shoes
Come, Mona.
So, without shoes and shin guards,
you'll play with your brain,
instead of playing blindly.
- You don't need to think, you just play.
- Right.
That's exactly your problem.
Playing barefoot
will help you think more.
Did you hear that, Jasmin? Think more.
Wallah, that's bullshit!
So, close your eyes.
- Close our eyes?
- Are we going to sleep?
I'm not saying it again.
Close your eyes.
- So, goodnight, everyone.
- Foot on the ball.
Feel the ball.
Feel your foot.
- Perverted.
- Hardcore foot fetish, I swear.
- Focus now, goddammit.
- Disgusting.
The more attentive you are,
the better you'll play.
I've lost my ball.
- What's the point?
- I don't know where my ball is.
Right, in pairs now. Come.
Let's do another exercise.
Everyone get a cone and a ball.
- Funda, me and you?
- Yep.
Oof, we have more competition.
- All have a partner?
- Yes.
Mona, we'll show them. Here.
Passing exercise.
Stop the ball, pass it back.
Get started.
Come on, you know how it works.
Dude, they're really good.
Fake to the left.
And to the right. Great.
- The new one's good.
- Shit, man.
They're getting better.
Yeah, who cares?
They still play like girls.
It's not about that. If they win
the tournament, they take first place.
That means they get new shoes,
new shirts, new shin guards, everything.
Shit. If we lose, we'll stand
next to them with our loser trophy,
dressed in rags.
- He finally gets it.
- Alhamdulillah.
But hey, let's wait for now.
Believe me,
they'll tear each other apart.
Yeah, man.
So, girls, listen.
We'll decide
who gets to play at the tournament.
We need eight people.
Two attackers, two midfielders,
two defenders.
A goalie, of course, and a super sub.
- Aysel is our captain.
- Yeah!
- And Terry's vice-captain.
- Yes, Terry!
You will each choose three girls
who'll be on the team.
Be fair and choose based on performance.
Let's go, come on.
Come on.
I choose Ayla in attack.
Oh yes!
- I want Thi-Le in defense.
- Yes!
Thank you.
Jasmin in goal.
Oh yes!
Thank you.
Gina in defense too.
- Yes!
- The dream team!
Nadine as super sub.
- I choose Mona.
- What?
- In midfield.
- She insulted us the other day!
We need her on the team,
she's great at shooting.
Girls, you're equally part of the team.
If it were for me,
I'd have three on the bench, too.
Training was weird today.
True, but it was so fun.
He says I have to feel my ball?
Dude, feel your own!
So perverted.
She trains once
Girls. We're gonna flatten them all!
- Yes!
- Yes, we are!
I want to embarrass the boys!
Yeah. Me too.
Screw the boys.
We want to win the tournament!
Did you hear?
The winners get new shirts and shoes.
- Really?
- Yeah, with names.
- She trains once and they choose her.
- She's taking our place.
We have to win!
So unfair!
Of course she plays better barefoot.
She probably does everything barefoot.
Look at her. The way she stares.
What's their problem?
Was that necessary?
You're on the team too!
- Substitute sucks!
- Yeah!
- You chose her, we've been here longer.
- It's not her fault.
Jealous? Because you can't play soccer?
Jealous? Not of her!
- Honestly, her little foot can do
- Much more than you two put together.
- That was good.
- Touch!
So true!
GERMAN - FIRST STEPS
- North Rhine-Westphalia.
- North Rein Tallen.
- Westhallen.
- Westphalia.
No. North Rhine-Westphalia.
Rhineland-Palatinate.
Rhineland-Palatinate.
- Where have you been?
- Me? Where have you been?
40 minutes.
40 minutes you left me waiting.
What's up?
If you tell her, you'll have a problem.
Mom! Jagar always comes
I have a girlfriend.
I always take her home
before I come to pick you up.
What's her name?
Rama.
- Like the German butter?
- Yes.
Why are you late?
Because of the rain.
- We had to wait.
- Berlin.
Berlin!
Get rid of them!
Look at the others!
Come on, focus!
This is our first game as a team.
It's a home game against Kreuzberg.
Watch out! They're not getting through!
- Move!
- We're playing really well. Not.
Look, we're all playing our own game.
What are you doing? Play together!
Focus!
They're letting in one goal
after the other.
Embarrassing!
- What a shitshow!
- Come here!
- We're embarrassing ourselves!
- I hate losing.
- Who doesn't?
- Who asked for your opinion?
Shut up, Jasmin!
We get it, you're angry. Okay.
We all get it. But it's just a friendly.
We still have the second half.
So, time to focus now.
Play together. Look at the others.
Like we did in training. Okay?
Use your anger on the playing field.
Not against each other. Understand?
- Yes.
- Understand?
- Yes.
- Great.
Play together! Stay focused!
Go cover!
What are you doing?
Another one!
Yeah!
- Such losers!
- They can't even play!
Hey!
"Hey" what? What's your
- What the hell?
- Come here if you dare, losers! Come on!
Jasmin got aggressive.
Jasmin, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Stop!
Is this what we've been
training four weeks for?
- Told you they'd tear each other apart.
- Yeah, man.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
This is your third warning this year.
You're repeating the grade
for the second time, Jasmin.
- What should we do?
- I'm sorry, Ms. Burchardt.
And then you're sorry.
- That's not enough.
- I didn't want to. Really.
- It was Mr. Che's idea.
- Really?
- He said I should let my anger out.
- Very funny, Jasmin.
- Very interesting.
- Anyway, the other team provoked us.
That's nonsense.
You're a sore loser
and can't control it, that's it.
You're getting a verbal warning.
We'll have to talk to your parents.
And you're off the soccer team.
What? You can't do that.
I'll be better, I promise.
We'll see about that.
This school sucks!
Ms. Burchardt,
Jasmin has a lot of stress at home.
She needs soccer to let go.
You can't take that away from her.
I understand that.
But we can't just always let her off.
Obviously she's a difficult girl
and she has a short temper.
- But she's a good girl.
- And now she has time to think.
Where should she go think?
Out there, on the streets?
That's why we're here.
Maybe it's just a test.
Yes, to see if you take it seriously.
Know what? I hate this school
and this shitty soccer team.
Well done, girls. Well done.
Shit.
Why did you do it?
Dude, who asked for your opinion?
Honestly, if you can't play,
we won't either.
Of course.
And this team is nothing without us.
- Girl, don't overdo it.
- Watch your mouth.
We don't stand a chance.
Even Kreuzberg beat the hell out of us.
- They don't even train.
- True.
Let's go with her.
Who do they think they are?
It's true, the team is nothing
without Aysel and Ayla.
I think so too.
We can disagree about Jasmin.
Nobody believes in us anyway.
Well, I still believe in us.
You too, don't you?
You're a good teacher.
I don't feel like one right now.
Feelings are sometimes wrong.
My aunt Helin is in the resistance too.
Where is she fighting?
Koban, Al-Hasakah, Qamishli.
She'd go somewhere and come back.
One day
she never came back.
I'm sorry.
Why? It's not your fault.
It's Assad's fault.
Hey, guys. Do you know Assad?
You don't, do you?
He's a dictator. A war has dragged on
for years in Syria just because of him.
How long will you watch this for?
As long as I can.
It won't get any better, my love.
It will.
We won't bow to this dictatorship.
We'll fight and we'll win.
Helin? Helin!
No! Hey, get up!
Oh my God!
Everyone in my family is fighting.
My parents, with words.
My aunt, with weapons.
What's that smell?
Said's special dish.
Burnt bread, right?
The government says
my parents are terrorists.
But they're actually
in favor of democracy.
For a dictatorship,
democracy is always terror.
- Can you buy these?
- Please.
Get out of the way!
Shoot! Shoot!
- Shoot!
- Yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, democracy is like me,
the middle child.
But it's between
dictatorship and anarchy.
That's what my mother always says.
I don't really get it. But whatever.
Getting on?
Mona. 4-.
5+.
Jagar, 5+.
Omeed, 4.
It's all red, the whole page is red!
Sit down, now.
For dessert?
I'll give you a sweet slipper
if you don't sit.
We came to Germany
so you could all have a good life.
- You're clever! Why don't you
- Mom, please.
- "Please"?
- Always the same story. "You're clever."
"You can study medicine, law, politics.
You can change the world."
Yes, Mom.
The five of us will become doctors.
Doctor Jagar.
You want to be a doctor too, Mona?
Yes, Mona too.
From now on,
there will be a new rule in this house.
You'll study. You'll study even more.
I come home late
because I'm studying too.
You're all going to help in this house.
Mona, Jagar, Omeed,
you'll take turns washing the dishes.
In the morning, at midday
and in the evening.
Mom! We already work with Dad every day.
- Flyer here, flyer there. That's it!
- Yeah! Why can't Mona do that alone?
Mona plays soccer
and helps me translate.
- Soccer
- Since when is soccer work? It isn't.
Why does she even play?
- You shouldn't play
- Why not? Soccer is for everyone.
Go on, then!
Hopefully you'll lose every game.
You'll see.
- I'll see?
- You'll see. You.
Mom, Jagar has a girlfriend.
A girlfriend?
She's called Rama.
Rama!
You have a girlfriend called Rama?
- Like the butter!
- Rama!
"I love you, can I kiss you, Rama?"
"I miss you!"
Shut up!
"Shut up"? The plan starts right now.
You do the washing up now.
We'll talk about your margarine later.
Stay alert!
Mona, focus, come on.
Carry on, come on!
- They can't even pass.
- Dude, what are they even doing?
Terry, focus!
- Dude
- Can I drink from yours?
Okay, let's take a break.
Terry, how can you miss so many times?
- Leave me alone.
- You're thinking too much.
- Do it better then!
- Calm down, we all need to improve.
- Nothing's going the right way.
- We'll work on it.
Right, listen.
I think we need to rearrange the team.
You're good.
But you might be in the wrong position.
They're just terrible.
- It's really bad.
- Yeah, man.
So boring, really.
Really boring.
- Vedat texted me.
- What does he want?
- Since when does he text you?
- No idea.
- They're rearranging the team.
- No.
They are.
Mr. Che is right. We can't give up.
- Yeah. He who doesn't fight
- Never loses!
What are you talking about?
- What?
- Has already lost.
- No, it's
- Of course.
Autonomous training. Terry, take over.
Come on. Don't throw in the towel!
Come on! Or as Thi-Le would say,
don't throw away the cloth!
- Who are you texting the whole time?
- Jasmin.
- Why Jasmin?
- Why?
Our enemies' enemies are our friends.
Makes sense.
- Terry and Nadine in attack.
- No way.
Rania and Funda in midfield.
Thi-Le and Gina in defense. And Mona
in goal.
You're joking, right?
What are they up to?
They should really get a life.
They're up to something.
- There's a new captain too.
- No. Who?
Guess.
Terry?
They're so gonna regret it.
So gonna regret it.
Aysel!
Yep. Told you.
Aysel, wait!
This is war.
Hurry, someone's coming.
- Plaster, what a great idea.
- You're so slow!
- Relax!
- It looks delicious!
Here, try it!
Someone shoots first.
What did they do to our shirts?
- They cut up our shirts.
- Who does such a thing?
It was definitely the boys!
We'll take revenge!
Then the others shoot back.
Look at our shirts!
- I'm not wearing that.
- The girls dyed them!
They're all pink, dude!
And there's no going back.
It's senseless.
- We'll take revenge!
- We're hitting back!
They'll regret it.
Girls against girls.
Boys against girls.
Everyone against everyone.
I don't get all this freaking out.
So unnecessary.
- It's your stuff!
- I don't know who did it.
How old are you, Charlotte? Ten?
It's like kindergarten.
If I were the trainer,
I would have hit the roof long ago.
What?
Boom.
Even earlier if I were the teacher.
Get a life!
- It was the girls!
- We'll hit back!
They deserved it!
- Training is over.
- What?
It's gonna be ten times worse for them.
How stupid can you get?
Everybody fights for themselves here.
They don't know what being a team means.
Or sticking together.
They don't have a clue
how lucky they are here.
It's so stupid.
We should be very clear
about the consequences.
Yes, but that's not the point!
- Have you seen the state of the school?
- We can do something about it.
- What then?
- Put them to work, for example.
- We can buy paint, brushes
- We're withdrawing
both teams from the tournament.
- No.
- That's it.
Ms. Burchardt, that's not fair.
You can't punish everyone
for the mistakes of a few of them.
It's not just a few of them.
It's the whole class.
- Quiet, please.
- Let's not overdo it.
- They can't behave like that.
- Exactly.
- We all agree.
- We clearly have to set boundaries.
How do you want to do that?
You've only been here two months.
You don't know most of them.
Don't be like that, Karl.
Ms. Abbel has done her part.
We are all doing our best here.
But sometimes enough is enough.
The teams don't even have
shoes or shirts.
There won't be money for that.
There was no money before either.
I took care of shoes and shirts
with the kids.
What are you trying to say?
We're having a discussion.
Decisions should be
voted on democratically.
- Why not?
- Good idea.
- Let's do that.
- Yes.
Let's vote democratically.
Great. Paper, pens Do we have any?
Pass some around,
that's the quickest way.
Dear students,
sadly we have to inform you
that we had to withdraw
both Wedding 7 teams
from this year's tournaments.
That means you'll have to go to class
while the tournament is on.
I'll repeat.
All classes will take place.
No need for that!
It's all your fault! You overdid it!
- Shut your trap.
- What? You started it!
- Shut up, traitor.
- What? You were in it too!
- It escalated because of you!
- Shut up.
You wouldn't have won without us anyway.
- We'd rather lose
- Than have you traitors on the team.
Hussein.
Miss Abbel, why 4+?
Just write 3-.
- I thought we liked each other.
- Well, this isn't a bazaar, Hussein.
Mona There you go.
Your grade is on the back.
She could have given me a little more.
What's up with Mona?
What's up, Mona?
Why are you crying?
- What's wrong with her?
- Did she get a bad grade?
What's wrong with her?
4- is good for her.
I think she sees it differently.
And I see this differently.
3+, but you can do better.
Why is 4- good for Mona,
but 3+ is bad for Nadine?
- Yeah, right!
- Mona is new. She needs more time.
But you don't tell Hussein
he can do better.
- Yeah.
- True, why not?
Then do better if you can. Yeah?
- You think we can't do better?
- I don't and I didn't say that.
Yeah, for us ragheads
4+ or 4- is enough, right?
I didn't say "ragheads" either, okay?
Hey, she just said "ragheads"!
She just said it!
That's racist!
Aren't you ashamed?
Why did she become a teacher?
I just repeated what you said!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
They kept shouting,
"We want a new teacher!"
They're children. They're just mean.
It has nothing to do with you.
It's because of the tournament.
It has. They hate me.
That's not true, Sabine.
I should have gone
to the school in Charlottenburg.
So why didn't you?
I thought I was more needed here.
Ms. Abbel, what we don't need are
teachers who treat students differently.
- And keeps them down.
- "Keeps them down"?
- Yes.
- Okay, I might be strict.
But I won't give away better grades
just like that, as someone else does.
It has nothing to do with being strict.
You're incompetent and biased!
Wow.
I've had enough.
I'm not tolerating any more.
Don't look at us like that.
We weren't looking,
we looked after you looked at us.
Mind your own business!
What are you looking at?
Dude, manage your anger! Chill out!
I didn't do anything!
Get your books out.
Who wants to start?
Mona.
You don't have to stand up,
I've already told you that.
I do. Respect for the teacher.
Mona, you're a child, for God's sake.
You're not a soldier.
This isn't a dictatorship!
Sit down.
- Yes?
- What's a dictatorship?
A dictatorship is the enemy of freedom.
Correct.
- What's the opposite of dictatorship?
- Democracy.
Does anyone apart from Mona know
what that is?
Democracy.
I do.
My uncle.
- That's his name, I swear.
- Stop bullshitting.
Don't laugh!
Democracy isn't a joke.
Some people die for it.
That's true.
But you're lucky.
You're all free.
You can decide freely.
If that was the case,
I'd be home playing video games.
- Yeah.
- Agree.
- Well, compulsory education.
- Fucking compulsory education.
- It's a good dictatorship.
- What's she talking about?
No, Mona. That doesn't exist.
A good dictatorship.
Never existed, never will.
The whole school thinks it was us.
- We were a team.
- They did worse.
- They did!
- We're not apologizing.
- Of course not!
- We're not apologizing! They screwed up.
- But girls, the wise man
- Minds his change.
- Changes his mind.
- Same thing. Mind change, change mind
No, it isn't!
Girls, you're so fussy.
We're listening.
- "We're listening"?
- What the hell!
- Shush, it was you and the boys!
- Now what?
- Where's your integrity?
- What? You betrayed us!
- Stop it now.
- Shut it!
Stop arguing! I have enough on my-plate
with school and family.
- Can't we just make peace?
- No.
- You have to work for peace.
- What does that mean, smart ass?
We have to tidy up.
Doesn't make any sense,
we can't play anyway.
It's not about that.
Look at the state of the school.
We had many rules in my old school.
We had to stand
in front of the flag every morning.
Then they checked
our uniforms and nails.
And if they weren't neat or clean,
they'd smack our hands with a ruler.
- Seriously?
- Yes.
We couldn't make any mistakes.
But we can here.
And we can put it right.
We're lucky.
Hey, let's raise money for new balls.
- What did you do to ours?
- Nothing.
Admit it, you scarfed them down.
- I'll take care of the shirts and shoes.
- I'll help you.
And you tidy up. Understood?
- Yes.
- And do something about the balls.
- I'd say you take care of the balls.
- Yeah.
Wait, I need a break.
- Do you need help?
- No, all good.
Why don't you ever play soccer with us?
I don't really like soccer.
Why not?
Doesn't make sense.
Everybody just runs after a ball.
That's not true. They all
run after chances to score a goal.
You talk like my father. Told you.
Mr. Che always talks sense.
Ass kisser.
- What does that mean?
- You're too nice.
- Isn't that good?
- It is, but
There's a thin line
between nice and fucking annoying.
You're fucking annoying.
That's much better.
Come to the kitchen, help me make dolma.
- Welcome.
- Thanks.
This is Harry.
The teacher's son.
You're called like Prince Harry.
Yes, milady.
Ass kisser.
Mom
Can you sew them back together?
What happened?
What's this?
How many times do I have to tell you?
Take care of school stuff!
Mona didn't do anything, Mrs. Nada.
Jagar, Omeed, go to the neighbor's.
I need tools and a sewing machine.
So? Wash your hands
and separate the leaves.
You help me, I help you.
Burek and samosas!
Burek and samosas!
Take three, pay for two.
- Special offer? Nice!
- Pay over there.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- One euro.
- Two euros change.
- Thanks.
- 1.50.
Thanks.
Burek and samosas!
Take three, pay for two!
A great deal, actually!
Harrie, your sports bag.
Harry! How many times
Harry, not Harrie.
Why can you say Terry but not Harry?
I don't get it.
I'm definitely not saying "Harry."
Or "sure thing," "same," or "nice"
Yeah, because you're cringe.
Say something new.
For God's sake.
And anyway, Terry's dad is American!
Here, super special offer.
Don't eat up our business!
- I haven't had any breakfast.
- Whatever.
- He takes payments.
- Burek and samosas!
Buy some more before class!
What's going on here?
These are offerings from our parents.
I see. But Ramadan is next month.
Yeah, but a good Muslim
observes Ramadan all year long.
Mashallah
Well said, brother.
Don't be late.
Unbelievable, isn't it? All cleaned up.
All of it!
Indeed.
Good morning, Mr. Che.
What's going on?
- What does he mean?
- No idea.
- Right, let's start. Linea?
- Here.
- Annelies?
- Yep.
- Lorian? Vedat?
- Yes.
- Hussein?
- Yes.
- Jasmin?
- Yes.
- Great. Karl?
- Yes.
- Food?
- Yes.
Yara? Gina?
- Yes.
- Terry?
- Yes.
- Thi-Le?
- Here.
- Mona?
- Yes.
- Jona?
- Yes.
- Iman?
- Why isn't she standing up?
- No idea.
- Nadine?
- Yes.
- Aysel?
- Yes.
- Ayla?
- Yes.
- Alexander?
- He's in the bathroom.
Too many samosas, huh?
Right, well
It's too late.
- I can't help you.
- It's not about the tournament.
We wanted to apologize.
- We're sorry.
- Very sorry.
- We overdid it.
- Yes, Mr. Che.
It's all right.
Mona, you always
have to be different, huh?
- Really.
- We even planned it.
This isn't a dictatorship.
I'm not a soldier. I'm a child, for
- For
- For God's sake!
For God's sake.
It's so touching,
how they all
tidied up the school together.
- I think so too.
- But we shouldn't be praising them.
Should we punish them for it?
I agree.
They made a mess in the first place.
- They apologized.
- An apology doesn't sort it all out.
- We should acknowledge it.
- They tidied up!
- Not just apologized.
- My God.
Even toddlers tidy up their own mess.
What is there to acknowledge?
Honestly, how many kids do you know
who actually tidy up?
Voluntarily?
Most of them won't and keep on playing.
In my experience,
children learn with rules.
Especially difficult children.
- "Difficult"?
- Unbelievable.
Seriously? With all due respect
That is just a lazy excuse
for when children
don't fit in a certain set of rules.
Or in your set of rules. I don't get it.
Where did you study?
- Who's there?
- It's us.
- Can we come in?
- Leave it. No.
Vedat, shouldn't you go home?
Now what?
When two parties
talk about a third party,
this one should be present.
To listen and talk too.
That's right.
I think it's a great idea.
Yes, open up!
Yes. And we know we make mistakes.
But if you won't let us play,
you're making a mistake.
You'll regret it.
I thought you'd say something clever.
- Mona, you go.
- You can do this.
You can talk better than him.
Yes, Mona, you can do this.
Well
We
We're bad students.
Very bad, sometimes.
We all know that.
But you're good teachers.
You give us many chances.
In the end,
we have to take those chances.
It's like soccer.
We don't know if we'll win or lose.
But hope helps.
With hope,
we think everything will be better.
- That's when you start fighting.
- Yes!
We trained really hard,
you should let us play.
Okay. We'll vote again.
Let's not rejoice too soon.
What if they all vote "no"?
We accept it.
- What if we don't want to?
- Then we put up resistance.
- What do you mean?
- We fight against it.
Oh no.
I'm not feeling it.
Ms. Burchardt's leaving.
Why is she leaving? Not a good sign.
No idea.
So
You can participate!
And Jasmin?
- Jasmin too!
- Ms. Burchardt said yes?
Ms. Burchardt said yes!
All right, all right, all right.
Welcome.
Rojba, merhaba,
salaam alaikum, bem vindo.
Welcome to the Berlin
indoor-soccer championship
for primary and community schools!
Make some noise, guys!
I don't know how you feel,
but I'm really looking forward to it!
As you know, it's the qualifiers today,
so give it your all.
The two best teams
will play in the final next week.
And not only will the best team win
an awesome, golden trophy,
but also brand-new shirts,
shin guards, shoes, everything!
And as far as I can see, some teams
desperately need new equipment.
Come on, it was just a joke.
- Why are they laughing?
- They're awesome.
- What are they looking at?
- No respect, man.
Looks good on you. Number one.
Yep. I'm officially the goalkeeper.
Jasmin is the libero.
Her job is to protect me.
- Who would have thought?
- Enough talking now. Time to play!
The first match
is Kreuzberg against Wedding.
Everyone else get off the court,
but make some noise! Come on, guys!
That's it!
You can do this.
Jasmin, Jasmin!
Mom!
Kreuzberg, Kreuzberg, Kreuzberg!
- Where's your family?
- I didn't tell them.
Why not?
They're all working.
It doesn't matter.
My family will cheer us on.
Why did you come?
I thought you didn't like soccer.
I don't. But I like you.
I just wanted to wish you good luck.
Thanks.
The boys are here too.
- Have a great time.
- Thanks.
You can do this!
- What?
- Nothing.
Here we go, guys!
Take a seat, hold tight,
and enjoy the games!
Come on!
Kobra 36, Wedding 7.
I want a fair and clean game, okay?
A Wedding pass. They're playing well,
making their way to the front
Kreuzberg, come on!
What's with the defense?
Goal!
Goal for Wedding!
It's over!
Wedding wins the first game!
Brilliant match, really. Awesome game.
Don't get all arrogant,
there are more matches!
Girls, be fair! Hey!
In group A, Wedding take fifth place,
and Kobra slip to sixth place.
Moabit playing forward.
They're attacking.
What a save!
Moving on.
Nadine!
Wedding are attacking now.
They're playing great together.
Love to see it!
That's why I'm here.
Goal!
They won another match!
Make some noise!
Wedding are keeping up the pressure!
Not bad!
Be fair though, girls.
Stop that shit, it's unfair!
That's enough, they get it.
So, Wedding have won again.
They go from fifth to third place.
- Come on!
- Who will win this match?
- Aysel!
- Pass it to Terry!
- What was that?
- What are you doing?
You should have gone for it!
Spandau go forward again!
Gina, cover!
Thi-Le, cover her! Keep playing!
Only the defense left.
It's like a wall in front of the goal.
What's with Wedding's libero?
She'd destroy me too!
Keep going!
Pass it!
Hey! Hello? What the hell?
What do you want?
What do I want? Don't mess with me.
This is soccer, not martial arts.
- Get your act together.
- Jasmin!
Leave it.
Just fuck off,
it'll be better for the both of us.
Very nice, that's what I like.
No unnecessary fighting.
Only fair matches
are good matches, girls.
- Wedding have won.
- The winning streak continues.
They take first place in group A.
Schneberg play against Zehlendorf.
This is a big match, guys.
With this awesome match,
we'll soon see
who will play in the semis.
Very nice!
Goal! Yes! Schneberg!
This is nerve-wracking,
I'm sweating like in a hammam!
Two games to go,
and then we'll have our finalists!
Hey! Come here.
Keep your feet on the ground.
Show some respect.
You're playing well, no doubt.
But focus on yourselves, not the others.
Understand? Good.
We won!
The first semifinal
is Wedding against SSC.
- Come on!
- Let's go!
Wedding are two goals down
against Charlottenburg.
With only a few seconds left to play.
Here!
- Pass properly!
- You're talking!
- What are you doing?
- Do something!
Play soccer, don't argue!
Wedding are losing their nerve!
- Attack!
- Do something!
Goal!
But they can't be too happy about it.
Wedding are still one goal down,
just a few seconds left.
Charlottenburg are attacking now.
Goal for Charlottenburg!
- Shit!
- Keep playing!
Keep playing, don't give up!
- It's not over yet!
- There's not much point.
Come on, ten seconds still! Faster!
Stop talking and play soccer!
Why are you kicking the ball away?
It's over!
Charlottenburg have won the game!
Awesome, you played really well.
Congratulations, SSC!
- It's your fault!
- My fault?
- Why didn't you shoot?
- Your pass was terrible!
- What do you want?
- You didn't cover!
Final, final, final!
Charlottenburg and Schneberg
back on the court!
Come on, fans, they need you!
A big round of applause
for all the teams!
Great games so far!
Come here, everyone.
Schneberg and Charlottenburg
are in the final.
It's going to be exciting.
Looking forward to seeing you all
next week at the final!
Go, fight, win! Go, fight, win!
Don't be upset.
We've achieved so much.
You should be proud of yourselves.
Proud? We fucked up!
- Totally.
- We played terribly.
Girls. You didn't fuck up anything.
Look at that. Look at the table.
We played in a semi as underdogs.
That means a lot, okay?
Of course they won. Look at them.
Yeah, and we have these crappy shirts.
- No one has crappy shirts.
- We do.
- Look at us.
- So ugly.
Why didn't you stay in goal?
You could have saved it.
- You were too far.
- You could have saved it.
Jasmin is even better than you.
Hey, stop it now, okay?
We win as a team, and we lose as a team.
- Understood?
- Yes.
- I said, understood?
- Yeah.
Stop blaming each other.
Hey, hello?
Can you stop crying?
So embarrassing,
they're all laughing at us.
Shit.
Stop it, girls. That's enough now.
I
I I
Jagar, Jagar, Jagar!
Jagar, Jagar, Jagar!
Well? Ready to lose?
Never!
- We'll see about that.
- You wish.
Come on, shoot!
No!
You thought I was gonna lose! Loser!
Who's the loser now, huh?
Auntie Helin!
A lion is a lion, no matter
if it's male or female!
Lion You wish.
Lioness. Not lion. Lioness.
You were right. I'm weak.
Nice. Not weak.
I'm fed up. I'm hungry.
Me too, but I want something sweet.
- Still crying?
- So embarrassing, I swear.
- It's the girls' bathroom, get out!
- Tell the freaking fag that!
You're a rag!
What are you going on about?
- Learn German, you refugee.
- What are you saying?
What are you looking at? "Rag."
- He's a fag!
- Dude
Dude, are you out of your mind?
- Are you mad, or what?
- You're crazy!
Call Mr. Che!
Come on.
Mr. Che is coming now.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the fist of justice.
Mona Tyson!
Come on, smile now.
Okay, don't, then.
Don't be upset.
"I'm Mona."
"I lost the tournament."
Don't be angry about that.
"I am. Soccer is my life."
Ta-da! Like the real Frida Kahlo.
Looks great.
We didn't lose because of me, right?
I didn't play alone.
No, you didn't.
That really wasn't fair.
Fuck them.
Yeah, fuck them.
I know what you need.
Chocolate.
I don't have any money.
Are you scared?
No.
Go on, then.
Let's go.
Come in.
Hello.
I'm Mona's mother.
I'd like to apologize.
- It won't happen again.
- It shouldn't either.
Otherwise she'll end up in the database.
She's a good child.
She's never stolen anything before.
At some point they just start.
The wrong path isn't that far then.
I'm so sorry.
It won't happen again, really.
You can leave.
Sorry.
- You've lost sight of your son.
- That's not true!
- Of course not.
- He shuts me out.
- Because you don't accept him.
- His behavior! That's different.
But you forgive
all the other kids, great.
- They have real problems.
- Your son is a thief!
A thief! My God, we did it too.
- He's bored and wants to provoke us.
- He wants your attention.
He does what he does to reach you.
And you give him the feeling
that the other kids are more important.
I just can't get close to him anymore.
Before
I used to give him a hug,
but now that's impossible.
Forget about before.
People change. Children do too.
Did you read that on the calendar?
Listen, go in there, get him out
and we'll see how to carry on.
I'm not going to the cops.
Not voluntarily.
It was my fault. Mona didn't want to.
A bit late, isn't it?
She'll be in trouble because of you.
Come on.
Stealing is one thing,
inciting someone
to do it is something else.
I didn't want this, really.
Plus, the two policemen
were really nasty to her.
I kept telling them it was my fault
and Mona didn't want to,
but they didn't believe me.
They thought she incited me.
Do you remember their names?
They were called fucking racists.
Come here.
Come here.
I'm proud of you, my boy.
Maybe
Maybe I'm not a proper boy.
Are you still "Harry"?
Sure thing.
So cringe, dude.
It's not bad.
How can she? How can she not be ashamed?
What are people going to think of us?
We're not a family of thieves.
Maybe they were having fun.
Video games are fun.
Soccer is fun.
Being in the park on a swing is fun.
But stealing isn't fun.
Whether you steal chocolate or money,
or the freedom of another person,
it's the same.
To me, she's a criminal. Like Assad!
I only stole some chocolate.
But I'm like Assad to my mother.
You'll be in my prison, Nada prison.
No school, no soccer,
no friends, nothing.
- Assad?
- Assad.
Nada?
Dear students,
dear teachers,
I'm glad to share with you
that the boys' team won third place
at this year's indoor-soccer tournament.
Congratulations and keep it up.
Hey.
This isn't a funeral.
Come on, guys. Like that.
Losers.
Why the long faces? You played well!
- We really didn't.
- Even the girls play better than us.
Honestly, hadn't they been so stupid,
they could have won.
Then play with them, you wimps!
Watch your mouth!
Let's calm down, okay?
Come on, guys.
You played well, you should be proud.
Third place in Berlin, come on.
- You should really swap teams.
- Shut it.
Hey, Karl. So, where is it?
Oh, yes. Cool.
That's German.
You'll take the third one
on Tuesday, yeah?
The fourth, isn't it?
- Yes?
- Hello?
I'm Ceci, from the Berlin
indoor-soccer association.
- Is Mr. Che here?
- Karl?
Can you come here?
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Ceci, what are you doing here?
- I'm not here because I wanted to.
Me and school? Not a good combination.
I have good news and bad news.
Well, good for you,
bad for Schneberg and Moabit.
They've been disqualified
for unsportsmanlike behavior.
- What?
- Massive fight after the tournament.
I get a headache if I think about it.
Anyway, Charlottenburg
is playing Wedding in the final.
- Easy as that?
- Well, it won't be easy.
I mean,
they beat the hell out of you last time.
- We'll see about that.
- "We'll see about that."
Oh, hello. Hi there.
Sorry.
Come on.
Hey, look.
Hey, leave him alone.
Chill out.
We wanted to apologize, actually.
Oh, yeah.
We actually wanted to apologize too.
We were just joking.
You know that, right?
Well
The "f" word?
- Do you mean "fag"?
- Yes.
It's actually a bad word.
Okay, sorry. But what should we say?
How about nothing?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Do you know where Mona is?
No. Why?
Maybe she's sick.
Or who knows.
- Will she come back?
- I hope so.
- She hasn't been in school for a week.
- Aysel, Terry!
- What's up?
- Funda, where are they?
- No idea.
- Look for the team and come to the gym.
- Come on!
- Maybe he has something for us?
- Well, then
- See you.
Yeah, see you.
Bye.
Hello, Mrs. Nada.
Hello, Not-Prince-Harry.
I'm sorry about everything.
- It was my fault, Mona didn't
- No, no, no.
Mona made a mistake too.
Just because you're stupid,
here, in your head,
doesn't mean Mona
gets to make the same mistakes, okay?
- Yeah.
- Why are you laughing?
Is this funny to you?
During the war,
we sometimes didn't have any food.
Nothing to drink.
But we still didn't steal,
we'd still go to work. Understand?
Yes, Mrs. Nada.
Good.
- Bye, Not-Prince.
- Can Mona come back to school?
"Back to school"
MONA, I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU DOWNSTAIRS! HARRY.
Shouldn't we just leave?
She's not coming.
- Yeah.
- We're waiting for her.
- We've been waiting for ages.
- Is she even coming?
- I think so.
- You think so?
If you just think so, I'm leaving.
I'm fed up, man.
- We have homework to do.
- I'm not staying the night.
I'm so hungry, I'm gonna
Are we doing this, guys?
Wait.
What?
- You won't believe it.
- Yeah!
- You have to go back in goal.
- No, I don't want to.
- Why not?
- What a traitor.
Me? Or you?
- What are you trying to say?
- What?
Stop arguing! Mona, wait.
Terry has something to tell you.
We're sorry for letting you down.
That was fucked up.
But we're back in it.
- Schneberg and Moabit are out!
- What?
- Yes!
- Really!
So we're in the final now.
- We're gonna win.
- Don't overdo it.
- Don't you think we will?
- Hello? We're playing Charlottenburg.
We know how they play now.
They beat the hell out of us.
- Mona. Mona, wait.
- Let me go.
You know what? Piss off.
Really?
What the hell?
- Why did you push her?
- What the fuck?
- What's wrong with you?
- Dude!
- Why did you do it?
- No idea.
Think before you screw up.
Mona wants to play, but she can't.
Why not?
She stole something.
What?
The police came, and now she's grounded
and can't play soccer.
- How do you know?
- Yeah, how?
Tell us.
- I was there with her.
- Dude, what?
Why did you steal? You have everything.
Yeah, you're rich.
My father says the rich steal more.
Yeah, makes sense.
I got caught too, once.
- Were you in trouble?
- Trouble? My dad gave me some tips.
Cool dad, man.
Girls, we need Mona.
Only with her is our team complete.
We didn't get another chance
for nothing. We can't screw this up.
- Yeah.
- Of course not.
- We need a plan.
- She's not coming back.
- Because someone screwed up.
- "Someone."
- I'll do it.
- What?
- You? No way.
- You just pushed her.
Trust me.
Once.
What's going on, guys?
Welcome!
Final, oh oh oh oh
Final
Are you nervous too?
I'm about to pee my pants.
We're ready to rumble in half an hour!
Here come the teams!
Big round of applause!
Oh my God!
- Look at all those people!
- My God!
To a good match.
Jasmin! Jasmin!
One, two
three, four!
- Soldiers or what?
- Are they in the military?
Who cares, come on.
After class
I come home.
- No Harry.
- And?
No more soccer.
Later, when you come back
Jagar? Always late.
ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR ONE
What's this?
- No school today.
- No school?
No school. Today's the final.
- What final?
- Soccer.
Didn't Mom say no soccer?
She said no margarine either. Yeah.
Do you think I'm stupid?
You can come too.
She's gonna kill us.
Please, Jagar.
Please.
- Okay.
- You're the best.
Ew, get away from me.
Do you think she's coming?
I hope so.
With Jasmin in goal,
it's gonna be a catastrophe.
- I have a stomachache.
- Come here, everyone.
- Charlottenburg!
- Wedding!
- Charlottenburg!
- Wedding!
- You're shitting yourselves, aren't you?
- Yeah.
So am I, a little.
But no matter how today ends
you've proved that even as underdogs,
you can play well too.
- You're losers, yes
- Should that motivate us?
Yes, Terry. It should.
If you start as losers,
you can only win.
Look at your rivals.
Look at them. They're winners.
They've been winners all their lives.
But not today.
Today you're showing them
what it's like to be losers.
- Understood?
- Understood!
- Understood!
- Understood!
Mona!
You came!
I promise you, we'll be winners today,
no matter what happens.
- Oh yes.
- What will we be?
Winners!
- What? I can't hear you!
- Winners!
Come on, girls.
I'm very proud of you.
Get out there and show them all.
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
Here we go, guys!
Charlottenburg are playing really well.
But girls, seems like you're missing
passion and team spirit.
Pass it, Thi-Le. Great.
- Jasmin, pass!
- Great, Jasmin. Terry, go forward!
Nadine!
Go forward!
The Wedding girls
are tearing everyone apart!
Aysel is free!
Wedding go forward Great pass.
- Keep going!
- Shoot!
Goal!
For Wedding!
Awesome, Wedding score the first goal!
- Kerstin Meyer, hello?
- Oh, hello.
This is Mona's mother.
Is she in school today?
Hello, Mrs. Sabri,
lovely to hear from you.
Everyone's at the tournament.
Tournament?
Soccer. The girls are in the final
and are up, one-zero.
These kids drive me up the wall!
- It'd be boring without them, though.
- I
- I don't know.
- I'm going there now.
Why don't you come too?
We might get there on time.
It's like a World Cup final here,
I'm telling you! Make some noise!
Only a few seconds left now.
Wedding are up, one-zero.
Stay focused! Terry is free!
Go forward! Scare them, Jasmin!
- Pass it!
- Nadine!
- To Terry!
- Wedding go forward.
Attack.
Or as The Bozz would say,
Never give fear a chance
Just believe in yourself
Shoot!
She shoots!
- No!
- Hits the bar!
- That was close.
- She can't even shoot.
Go back!
Shit, the Wedding goalie is all alone!
- Go back!
- Guys, I can't watch!
My heart is racing,
not because of my energy drink,
because of the energy here!
Guys, it's not looking good for Wedding.
- The ref is pissed.
- It wasn't a foul!
- I didn't do anything!
- That was a dive!
- What an actress!
- What are you doing?
They're arguing, not good!
Where do you come from?
Floor exercises or what?
There will be a penalty, people.
- It was very clear.
- It's your only chance to win!
Calm down, we can do this. He's blind.
That was clearly a foul.
Don't argue with the ref,
there's no point to it.
You only did two things right today!
Whistling at kick-off and
- She didn't even touch her!
- We can do this, okay?
How was that a foul?
- Such a drama queen. What now?
- No idea.
Are you scared?
Feelings are sometimes wrong, Mona.
You can do this.
Believe in yourself, okay?
Will it end in a draw
just before the final whistle?
Here we go. Just a few seconds left.
This is Charlottenburg's last chance.
If they score now, it could end any way.
Come on, Mona, you can do it!
- You can do this, Mona.
- You can do this:
- Come on, Mona!
- Mona, you can do this!
- Save it!
- You have to save it, Mona.
Come on, Mona!
Goal!
The equalizer just before
the final whistle! Incredible!
Great shot, great goal.
Great attempt by the goalie.
- Are you okay?
- But seems like she's injured.
- I screwed up!
- What are you saying?
That was a great attempt, really.
Are you okay, Mona?
- Can you keep playing?
- Yes.
Girls, let me tell you this,
you should be proud of yourselves.
Such an amazing match.
- Hey, you did well.
- No, I screwed up.
- You didn't.
- Look.
You can still do this, Mona!
Don't be scared! You can do this!
We'll win!
Your brother is cute.
Does he have a girlfriend?
- Ew, come on!
- What?
It's a draw, the score is one-one.
Both teams can go get some water
and take a breather,
and then it's time
for the penalty shoot-out!
- Aysel and Ayla are shooting.
- Yeah, of course.
- Terry should too.
- Terry?
Nadine, go get some ice.
Shit.
- She can't go in goal.
- Come on.
Her hand, man.
Seems like Manuela Neuer
really hurt herself.
- It's not looking good.
- Does it hurt a lot?
No, it doesn't hurt.
We'll have to replace you.
- Jasmin will go in goal.
- No way.
I'll do it.
- You're injured.
- It's not that bad.
- I can do this.
- Stop it.
It's my goal.
I'll do it.
I'd go to the hospital,
but it's just a scratch for Oliver Kahn!
She's staying in the goal!
What can I say, she's a keeper!
So, guys, it's showtime.
It's so tense, I think
I'm getting too old for these games.
Aysel, Aysel, Aysel!
It's Wedding's turn. Still a draw.
Here's the run-up. She shoots
- Jens Lehmann saves it!
- Shit!
Shit!
- Get up, Aysel.
- No.
Stop it, come on. It's okay. It happens.
It's not okay.
- I'm so stupid!
- If you're stupid, what am I?
Yeah, I swear, she never scores.
Girls, we're not giving up.
I don't fucking care how,
but we're leaving as winners today.
- Capiche?
- My God, Nadine!
Amazing team spirit.
Those gazes speak volumes.
Now or never, girls, give it your all!
- So it's not over?
- No, and it's so tense!
And it's penalties now,
but Aysel missed the first one.
- Aysel?
- Yeah.
But Ayla scored.
What a goal.
It's neck-and-neck.
Now Mona's back in the goal.
Two penalties left
and we'll have a winner.
- Okay, you go, I need to pee.
- Okay.
These are the most tense minutes
of my life.
That's right,
because I don't have one.
Mona, Mona, Mona!
Auntie Helin!
Mona really takes after you.
She doesn't, she takes after you,
you know that.
And I'm proud of that.
You should think about leaving.
- I'm not going anywhere without you.
- You have to. I fight, you speak.
What does that mean, Helin?
What should it mean?
It's late, and you're still awake.
- Leave her.
- No, that's enough.
Come here.
Do you have a name for your ball?
Yes! Hope Solo.
Seriously, Mom?
How many times have I told you
that Hope Solo
is the best goalie
in the whole universe?
You know what?
We'll write Hope Solo on your ball.
- Then your mother will remember.
- Yes.
Hopa Solo.
Hopa, hopa!
Wedding, Wedding, Wedding!
Come on, Mona, you can do this!
You can do this, Mona!
Vctor Valds saves it! What a save!
They're so close to winning now!
Wedding have to step up now,
they have to settle it
to become the Berlin champions!
I can't do it, girls.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
- You can do this.
- I can't.
Yes, Terry, you can do this.
- We all believe in you!
- Totally!
Terry, don't overthink it.
One corner or the other.
Who cares, your foot decides.
- Follow your foot.
- It's the new heart.
We have to carry on, girls. Come on!
Let's go.
Come on, Terry!
Will this be the decisive shot?
Such a great match,
I don't want it to end!
- We believe in you!
- Believe in yourself!
Goal!
Goal!
Wedding 7 are the Berlin champions!
Wedding! Wedding! Wedding!
Winners! Winners!
A big thank you to the audience
and to the teams
for this amazing tournament, really.
Congratulations, Wedding,
on this well-earned victory!
Wedding, thank God
you're getting new shirts.
Yours are giving me eye cancer,
I'm telling you.
Hey, why aren't you outside?
They don't want me there. It's okay.
Sabine, that's nonsense.
It doesn't matter.
What Oliver!
- Mr. Che!
- Mr. Che!
I'm proud of you.
You made it.
We made it.
- Hey, Mona! Come here!
- Hurry up!
Hey, Mona!
She should piss off
back to where she comes from.
Loser!
Yes, I'm a freaking refugee.
Now what?
Oh my God, just look at her.
This is what we look like.
Ugly pants, ugly shoes.
And an even uglier sweater.
I hope that loser
isn't in our class, dude.
Yeah. Welcome to Germany.
Look. Clothes that nobody wears.
- Oh God, so bad.
- So cringe, really.
Calm down! Hey!
What the hell?
For God's sake, stop it now!
No violence! Everybody, go to class!
For God's sake, move, now!
Okay.
Come on, shoot!
My ball!
We only ended up fourth, sadly.
You're Mona, right?
I'm Mr. Chepovski,
your new class teacher.
Good morning, Mr. Chepo
Chepovski. It's a bit hard,
so "Che" is also all right.
However, I won't accept "Mr. Poo,"
"Poopoo," or "Poopoovski." Okay?
Oh, I forgot to mention. In my head,
everyone speaks perfect German.
But this is how it really sounds
I A bit of German.
Not understand everything.
- It's okay.
- Dude, her German.
What are you laughing at?
Mona speaks Kurdish, Arabic and English.
- Can you too?
- Yeah, I can.
Oh really, Jasmin?
Could you skip less classes too?
What did we say?
Where is she from?
Her name is Mona.
And she's from Rojava. That's in Syria.
She fled with her family,
went to an integration school,
and she's here
for her first proper class.
- Manuela Neuer, are you?
- What the hell?
Are you out of your mind?
Move, go to class!
Go!
What's with you two geniuses? Go!
Yeah, yeah
That was really good.
Do you play soccer?
No?
Right, Mona.
Welcome to Wedding 7.
Follow me.
WINNERS
A FILM BY SOLEEN YUSEF
I've been here five weeks already.
Five crappy weeks.
Please be quiet.
Everybody sit down, please.
- Hussein, Food, sit down, please.
- No.
Quiet, please.
Sit down.
Jasmin, please sit down.
I need the toilet.
As always.
Then go, no need to come back.
What did I do?
You're always disrupting the class.
- It hasn't even started!
- Stop it.
- You're annoying me, get out.
- You too.
Out, now!
I'm out.
That's what you wanted.
This school is a freaking disaster.
We're going to start with a little
warm-up today, as you're very loud
Please be quiet now!
Mona?
Yes, Miss Abbel.
- She stands up for Miss Abbel.
- What is she doing standing up?
Sit down, loser.
How are you doing today?
I'm doing great.
How are you, Miss Abbel?
I'm doing very well
with students like you.
Ass kisser.
Please sit down.
Right then, grab your homework.
I'll write the exercises on the board.
No need!
- Let's take a break.
- No, man!
- Let's play again.
- Nah, I'm done.
They play like shit,
how do they even score all the time?
I told you, you can't play soccer.
Shut your trap!
You're embarrassing us again!
We are?
At least we'll save the school's honor.
Dude, you don't even have a team!
Play in a tournament first,
then we can talk.
- We won't just play, we'll win it!
- Yes, man, we'll win it!
We'll put our big trophy
next to your tiny, crappy one.
Whatever, loser!
- We'll show you!
- You'll never win!
Yes, we will!
- What's she doing?
- Hey!
Don't touch the ball, you nerd!
Don't even try.
- Does she want to shoot?
- What is she doing?
One minute and we play again.
- What's she doing?
- Guys!
- Oh my God!
- What a shot!
- Can't she play with us?
- No ass kissers on the team!
She even likes Miss Abbel,
the worst teacher.
- I swear.
- You play like amateurs!
- She destroyed you!
- What are you talking about?
We play like amateurs?
- She's saying you can't play.
- Embarrassing!
- She's not getting away with that.
- Aysel?
- Let's just play.
- Leave her alone.
- Don't
- Aysel!
I hate it here.
- Are you okay, Mona?
- What?
Where am I?
- In heaven.
- What?
Joking.
Pass it here! I'm free!
Mona!
Auntie Helin!
What happened to your forehead?
Oh, nothing. Just soccer.
My little lion.
Guys, I know where we are.
In Syria, in Rojava, my home.
Well, in my head.
- We're speaking German, I forgot.
- Close your eyes.
Okay.
Wait, is this what I'm thinking?
Open your eyes.
You're the best aunt in the world!
Look at me.
Don't be scared.
I'm here, do you hear me?
Run! Run as fast as you can, Mona!
I didn't want to leave.
Nobody asked me if I wanted to.
I didn't want to flee.
I wanted to stay
with Aunt Helin and my friends.
- Mona!
- Mona!
A lion.
You're a lion.
Lioness, not lion.
- This is the girls' bathroom.
- So?
I don't care.
- You shouldn't be here.
- Says who?
- Get out.
- You get out.
Go.
Wait.
What?
I didn't mean it that way.
A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Him again. Get out, you fag!
- What's he doing here?
- He's getting on my nerves. Piss off.
Yeah, piss off!
Dude, I'm telling Burchardt.
That's really not okay.
Mr. Che?
Terry, don't you have class?
- I'd like to talk to you.
- Okay.
It's about Mona.
She
Come on, Terry, spit it out.
- I'm not a snitch though, okay?
- No, you're not.
Mona's horribly bullied.
- Who's bullying her?
- Well
Anyway, I think
she should be on the girls' team.
I think she's really good at soccer.
She's not allowed to, Terry.
- I've asked her many times.
- Maybe you should talk to her parents?
Yes, maybe.
And maybe you could skip less classes?
Come on, go now.
We have to go back.
What? No, we don't have to.
Yes, we do. School is important.
We'll get into trouble.
You talk like my father.
At least he talks to you.
- My father's never there.
- What?
Where is he?
Since we arrived in Germany,
he's always working.
Well, better than my situation.
My parents teach at my school.
So embarrassing.
- I don't think so.
- What if they were your parents?
- Okay, it's embarrassing.
- Very.
So embarrassing.
Come on, pass it here.
If you're not ready in the gym
in ten minutes, no training!
- Come on, hurry up!
- Hurry!
Excuse me, Mr. Che?
Mrs. Sabri. Nice to see you.
Have you seen Mona?
Didn't your son pick her up?
He always does.
No, I went shopping
and I wanted to pick both of them up.
But Mona's not in school, is she?
- She was.
- Was she?
Karl, what's wrong?
Mrs. Sabri is looking for Mona.
Our son and Mona took two hours off.
They needed to get out.
- Out where?
- There they are.
Mona.
- Oh oh. Not good.
- Why are you not in school?
Mrs. Sabri
Come back!
Back where? Rojava? Okay, sure!
When? Tomorrow, the day after?
Whatever. But not to this shitty school.
Sorry.
No problem.
- Mona is home.
- Really?
Harald, my son
Well, his name is actually Harry,
he just texted me.
Two words: "Is home."
These kids
- May I ask you something, Mrs. Sabri?
- Of course, Mr. Che.
The girls' team is training tomorrow.
And I'd be very happy
if Mona came along too.
Nice.
Mona always played soccer in Kurdistan.
She's really good.
Better than her two brothers, really.
- You're not against it?
- No, why?
Mona told me something else.
It's going to be okay, kids.
Don't be scared.
I'm coming.
Here I am, here I am.
Come, sweetheart.
Stop, wait!
- My ball! I forgot my ball!
- What are you doing?
Let me go!
We don't have time, okay?
I promise, I'll buy you a new one.
I don't want a new one!
Auntie Helin got it for me. Please, Dad.
- Dad!
- Dad!
He'll get your ball.
- Said!
- Mom.
Said!
- I couldn't find it.
- We don't have time, go!
Wait! I'll go get it.
Are you okay?
Don't be scared!
Is everyone okay? Mona
I promise, wherever we go, sweetheart
you'll play in a club.
You'll like it.
You'll all like where we're going.
I want to go back too.
Believe me.
Why don't we go back, then?
I miss my friends.
We can't.
Why not?
Our life is here now.
We have to accept that.
We all have to find new friends.
We can't give up, you know?
Don't cry, Mom.
Promise me
you'll start playing soccer again.
It'll make you happy.
- Yeah, shitty girls' soccer.
- Nobody even watches.
"Nobody watches."
You have to promise me
you'll start playing again, yeah?
For me.
For your aunt.
She'd be proud.
Okay, I will.
But don't forget about school.
- Yeah, yeah.
- You're clever.
You can change the world.
You can study politics, law, medicine
Do your parents
exaggerate like that too?
I'm supposed to become a soccer player,
lawyer, doctor and politician.
I can't even speak proper German.
Terry!
- Seriously? You shoot like a sissy.
- Shut up.
- Aysel!
- It's true!
- A little more respect, huh?
- I'm just telling the truth.
Mona! Come in.
The amateur's here.
- What does she want?
- That refugee, or what?
- What's she doing here?
- Hey, look who's here.
- What's she doing here?
- This is Mona. She's new.
She's really good at shooting.
She shouldn't play with us.
Glad you came. Want to play?
Do you have your sports stuff?
I don't have soccer shoes.
And she wants to play with us?
Forget it.
- Can she even play?
- No.
That's not a problem.
Go get changed, okay?
- No clue why she's here.
- She's leaving again.
Right, listen.
We're training barefoot today.
- Barefoot?
- Yes.
- Want to torture us?
- That hurts!
The floor's too cold.
Stop whining now. Only the toughest
will play in the tournament.
- But why barefoot?
- Shoes off, just do as you're told.
- If I get athlete's ankle
- Athlete's foot, Aysel.
Playing barefoot
will help improve your technique.
Without shoes
Come, Mona.
So, without shoes and shin guards,
you'll play with your brain,
instead of playing blindly.
- You don't need to think, you just play.
- Right.
That's exactly your problem.
Playing barefoot
will help you think more.
Did you hear that, Jasmin? Think more.
Wallah, that's bullshit!
So, close your eyes.
- Close our eyes?
- Are we going to sleep?
I'm not saying it again.
Close your eyes.
- So, goodnight, everyone.
- Foot on the ball.
Feel the ball.
Feel your foot.
- Perverted.
- Hardcore foot fetish, I swear.
- Focus now, goddammit.
- Disgusting.
The more attentive you are,
the better you'll play.
I've lost my ball.
- What's the point?
- I don't know where my ball is.
Right, in pairs now. Come.
Let's do another exercise.
Everyone get a cone and a ball.
- Funda, me and you?
- Yep.
Oof, we have more competition.
- All have a partner?
- Yes.
Mona, we'll show them. Here.
Passing exercise.
Stop the ball, pass it back.
Get started.
Come on, you know how it works.
Dude, they're really good.
Fake to the left.
And to the right. Great.
- The new one's good.
- Shit, man.
They're getting better.
Yeah, who cares?
They still play like girls.
It's not about that. If they win
the tournament, they take first place.
That means they get new shoes,
new shirts, new shin guards, everything.
Shit. If we lose, we'll stand
next to them with our loser trophy,
dressed in rags.
- He finally gets it.
- Alhamdulillah.
But hey, let's wait for now.
Believe me,
they'll tear each other apart.
Yeah, man.
So, girls, listen.
We'll decide
who gets to play at the tournament.
We need eight people.
Two attackers, two midfielders,
two defenders.
A goalie, of course, and a super sub.
- Aysel is our captain.
- Yeah!
- And Terry's vice-captain.
- Yes, Terry!
You will each choose three girls
who'll be on the team.
Be fair and choose based on performance.
Let's go, come on.
Come on.
I choose Ayla in attack.
Oh yes!
- I want Thi-Le in defense.
- Yes!
Thank you.
Jasmin in goal.
Oh yes!
Thank you.
Gina in defense too.
- Yes!
- The dream team!
Nadine as super sub.
- I choose Mona.
- What?
- In midfield.
- She insulted us the other day!
We need her on the team,
she's great at shooting.
Girls, you're equally part of the team.
If it were for me,
I'd have three on the bench, too.
Training was weird today.
True, but it was so fun.
He says I have to feel my ball?
Dude, feel your own!
So perverted.
She trains once
Girls. We're gonna flatten them all!
- Yes!
- Yes, we are!
I want to embarrass the boys!
Yeah. Me too.
Screw the boys.
We want to win the tournament!
Did you hear?
The winners get new shirts and shoes.
- Really?
- Yeah, with names.
- She trains once and they choose her.
- She's taking our place.
We have to win!
So unfair!
Of course she plays better barefoot.
She probably does everything barefoot.
Look at her. The way she stares.
What's their problem?
Was that necessary?
You're on the team too!
- Substitute sucks!
- Yeah!
- You chose her, we've been here longer.
- It's not her fault.
Jealous? Because you can't play soccer?
Jealous? Not of her!
- Honestly, her little foot can do
- Much more than you two put together.
- That was good.
- Touch!
So true!
GERMAN - FIRST STEPS
- North Rhine-Westphalia.
- North Rein Tallen.
- Westhallen.
- Westphalia.
No. North Rhine-Westphalia.
Rhineland-Palatinate.
Rhineland-Palatinate.
- Where have you been?
- Me? Where have you been?
40 minutes.
40 minutes you left me waiting.
What's up?
If you tell her, you'll have a problem.
Mom! Jagar always comes
I have a girlfriend.
I always take her home
before I come to pick you up.
What's her name?
Rama.
- Like the German butter?
- Yes.
Why are you late?
Because of the rain.
- We had to wait.
- Berlin.
Berlin!
Get rid of them!
Look at the others!
Come on, focus!
This is our first game as a team.
It's a home game against Kreuzberg.
Watch out! They're not getting through!
- Move!
- We're playing really well. Not.
Look, we're all playing our own game.
What are you doing? Play together!
Focus!
They're letting in one goal
after the other.
Embarrassing!
- What a shitshow!
- Come here!
- We're embarrassing ourselves!
- I hate losing.
- Who doesn't?
- Who asked for your opinion?
Shut up, Jasmin!
We get it, you're angry. Okay.
We all get it. But it's just a friendly.
We still have the second half.
So, time to focus now.
Play together. Look at the others.
Like we did in training. Okay?
Use your anger on the playing field.
Not against each other. Understand?
- Yes.
- Understand?
- Yes.
- Great.
Play together! Stay focused!
Go cover!
What are you doing?
Another one!
Yeah!
- Such losers!
- They can't even play!
Hey!
"Hey" what? What's your
- What the hell?
- Come here if you dare, losers! Come on!
Jasmin got aggressive.
Jasmin, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Stop!
Is this what we've been
training four weeks for?
- Told you they'd tear each other apart.
- Yeah, man.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
This is your third warning this year.
You're repeating the grade
for the second time, Jasmin.
- What should we do?
- I'm sorry, Ms. Burchardt.
And then you're sorry.
- That's not enough.
- I didn't want to. Really.
- It was Mr. Che's idea.
- Really?
- He said I should let my anger out.
- Very funny, Jasmin.
- Very interesting.
- Anyway, the other team provoked us.
That's nonsense.
You're a sore loser
and can't control it, that's it.
You're getting a verbal warning.
We'll have to talk to your parents.
And you're off the soccer team.
What? You can't do that.
I'll be better, I promise.
We'll see about that.
This school sucks!
Ms. Burchardt,
Jasmin has a lot of stress at home.
She needs soccer to let go.
You can't take that away from her.
I understand that.
But we can't just always let her off.
Obviously she's a difficult girl
and she has a short temper.
- But she's a good girl.
- And now she has time to think.
Where should she go think?
Out there, on the streets?
That's why we're here.
Maybe it's just a test.
Yes, to see if you take it seriously.
Know what? I hate this school
and this shitty soccer team.
Well done, girls. Well done.
Shit.
Why did you do it?
Dude, who asked for your opinion?
Honestly, if you can't play,
we won't either.
Of course.
And this team is nothing without us.
- Girl, don't overdo it.
- Watch your mouth.
We don't stand a chance.
Even Kreuzberg beat the hell out of us.
- They don't even train.
- True.
Let's go with her.
Who do they think they are?
It's true, the team is nothing
without Aysel and Ayla.
I think so too.
We can disagree about Jasmin.
Nobody believes in us anyway.
Well, I still believe in us.
You too, don't you?
You're a good teacher.
I don't feel like one right now.
Feelings are sometimes wrong.
My aunt Helin is in the resistance too.
Where is she fighting?
Koban, Al-Hasakah, Qamishli.
She'd go somewhere and come back.
One day
she never came back.
I'm sorry.
Why? It's not your fault.
It's Assad's fault.
Hey, guys. Do you know Assad?
You don't, do you?
He's a dictator. A war has dragged on
for years in Syria just because of him.
How long will you watch this for?
As long as I can.
It won't get any better, my love.
It will.
We won't bow to this dictatorship.
We'll fight and we'll win.
Helin? Helin!
No! Hey, get up!
Oh my God!
Everyone in my family is fighting.
My parents, with words.
My aunt, with weapons.
What's that smell?
Said's special dish.
Burnt bread, right?
The government says
my parents are terrorists.
But they're actually
in favor of democracy.
For a dictatorship,
democracy is always terror.
- Can you buy these?
- Please.
Get out of the way!
Shoot! Shoot!
- Shoot!
- Yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, democracy is like me,
the middle child.
But it's between
dictatorship and anarchy.
That's what my mother always says.
I don't really get it. But whatever.
Getting on?
Mona. 4-.
5+.
Jagar, 5+.
Omeed, 4.
It's all red, the whole page is red!
Sit down, now.
For dessert?
I'll give you a sweet slipper
if you don't sit.
We came to Germany
so you could all have a good life.
- You're clever! Why don't you
- Mom, please.
- "Please"?
- Always the same story. "You're clever."
"You can study medicine, law, politics.
You can change the world."
Yes, Mom.
The five of us will become doctors.
Doctor Jagar.
You want to be a doctor too, Mona?
Yes, Mona too.
From now on,
there will be a new rule in this house.
You'll study. You'll study even more.
I come home late
because I'm studying too.
You're all going to help in this house.
Mona, Jagar, Omeed,
you'll take turns washing the dishes.
In the morning, at midday
and in the evening.
Mom! We already work with Dad every day.
- Flyer here, flyer there. That's it!
- Yeah! Why can't Mona do that alone?
Mona plays soccer
and helps me translate.
- Soccer
- Since when is soccer work? It isn't.
Why does she even play?
- You shouldn't play
- Why not? Soccer is for everyone.
Go on, then!
Hopefully you'll lose every game.
You'll see.
- I'll see?
- You'll see. You.
Mom, Jagar has a girlfriend.
A girlfriend?
She's called Rama.
Rama!
You have a girlfriend called Rama?
- Like the butter!
- Rama!
"I love you, can I kiss you, Rama?"
"I miss you!"
Shut up!
"Shut up"? The plan starts right now.
You do the washing up now.
We'll talk about your margarine later.
Stay alert!
Mona, focus, come on.
Carry on, come on!
- They can't even pass.
- Dude, what are they even doing?
Terry, focus!
- Dude
- Can I drink from yours?
Okay, let's take a break.
Terry, how can you miss so many times?
- Leave me alone.
- You're thinking too much.
- Do it better then!
- Calm down, we all need to improve.
- Nothing's going the right way.
- We'll work on it.
Right, listen.
I think we need to rearrange the team.
You're good.
But you might be in the wrong position.
They're just terrible.
- It's really bad.
- Yeah, man.
So boring, really.
Really boring.
- Vedat texted me.
- What does he want?
- Since when does he text you?
- No idea.
- They're rearranging the team.
- No.
They are.
Mr. Che is right. We can't give up.
- Yeah. He who doesn't fight
- Never loses!
What are you talking about?
- What?
- Has already lost.
- No, it's
- Of course.
Autonomous training. Terry, take over.
Come on. Don't throw in the towel!
Come on! Or as Thi-Le would say,
don't throw away the cloth!
- Who are you texting the whole time?
- Jasmin.
- Why Jasmin?
- Why?
Our enemies' enemies are our friends.
Makes sense.
- Terry and Nadine in attack.
- No way.
Rania and Funda in midfield.
Thi-Le and Gina in defense. And Mona
in goal.
You're joking, right?
What are they up to?
They should really get a life.
They're up to something.
- There's a new captain too.
- No. Who?
Guess.
Terry?
They're so gonna regret it.
So gonna regret it.
Aysel!
Yep. Told you.
Aysel, wait!
This is war.
Hurry, someone's coming.
- Plaster, what a great idea.
- You're so slow!
- Relax!
- It looks delicious!
Here, try it!
Someone shoots first.
What did they do to our shirts?
- They cut up our shirts.
- Who does such a thing?
It was definitely the boys!
We'll take revenge!
Then the others shoot back.
Look at our shirts!
- I'm not wearing that.
- The girls dyed them!
They're all pink, dude!
And there's no going back.
It's senseless.
- We'll take revenge!
- We're hitting back!
They'll regret it.
Girls against girls.
Boys against girls.
Everyone against everyone.
I don't get all this freaking out.
So unnecessary.
- It's your stuff!
- I don't know who did it.
How old are you, Charlotte? Ten?
It's like kindergarten.
If I were the trainer,
I would have hit the roof long ago.
What?
Boom.
Even earlier if I were the teacher.
Get a life!
- It was the girls!
- We'll hit back!
They deserved it!
- Training is over.
- What?
It's gonna be ten times worse for them.
How stupid can you get?
Everybody fights for themselves here.
They don't know what being a team means.
Or sticking together.
They don't have a clue
how lucky they are here.
It's so stupid.
We should be very clear
about the consequences.
Yes, but that's not the point!
- Have you seen the state of the school?
- We can do something about it.
- What then?
- Put them to work, for example.
- We can buy paint, brushes
- We're withdrawing
both teams from the tournament.
- No.
- That's it.
Ms. Burchardt, that's not fair.
You can't punish everyone
for the mistakes of a few of them.
It's not just a few of them.
It's the whole class.
- Quiet, please.
- Let's not overdo it.
- They can't behave like that.
- Exactly.
- We all agree.
- We clearly have to set boundaries.
How do you want to do that?
You've only been here two months.
You don't know most of them.
Don't be like that, Karl.
Ms. Abbel has done her part.
We are all doing our best here.
But sometimes enough is enough.
The teams don't even have
shoes or shirts.
There won't be money for that.
There was no money before either.
I took care of shoes and shirts
with the kids.
What are you trying to say?
We're having a discussion.
Decisions should be
voted on democratically.
- Why not?
- Good idea.
- Let's do that.
- Yes.
Let's vote democratically.
Great. Paper, pens Do we have any?
Pass some around,
that's the quickest way.
Dear students,
sadly we have to inform you
that we had to withdraw
both Wedding 7 teams
from this year's tournaments.
That means you'll have to go to class
while the tournament is on.
I'll repeat.
All classes will take place.
No need for that!
It's all your fault! You overdid it!
- Shut your trap.
- What? You started it!
- Shut up, traitor.
- What? You were in it too!
- It escalated because of you!
- Shut up.
You wouldn't have won without us anyway.
- We'd rather lose
- Than have you traitors on the team.
Hussein.
Miss Abbel, why 4+?
Just write 3-.
- I thought we liked each other.
- Well, this isn't a bazaar, Hussein.
Mona There you go.
Your grade is on the back.
She could have given me a little more.
What's up with Mona?
What's up, Mona?
Why are you crying?
- What's wrong with her?
- Did she get a bad grade?
What's wrong with her?
4- is good for her.
I think she sees it differently.
And I see this differently.
3+, but you can do better.
Why is 4- good for Mona,
but 3+ is bad for Nadine?
- Yeah, right!
- Mona is new. She needs more time.
But you don't tell Hussein
he can do better.
- Yeah.
- True, why not?
Then do better if you can. Yeah?
- You think we can't do better?
- I don't and I didn't say that.
Yeah, for us ragheads
4+ or 4- is enough, right?
I didn't say "ragheads" either, okay?
Hey, she just said "ragheads"!
She just said it!
That's racist!
Aren't you ashamed?
Why did she become a teacher?
I just repeated what you said!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
We want a new teacher!
They kept shouting,
"We want a new teacher!"
They're children. They're just mean.
It has nothing to do with you.
It's because of the tournament.
It has. They hate me.
That's not true, Sabine.
I should have gone
to the school in Charlottenburg.
So why didn't you?
I thought I was more needed here.
Ms. Abbel, what we don't need are
teachers who treat students differently.
- And keeps them down.
- "Keeps them down"?
- Yes.
- Okay, I might be strict.
But I won't give away better grades
just like that, as someone else does.
It has nothing to do with being strict.
You're incompetent and biased!
Wow.
I've had enough.
I'm not tolerating any more.
Don't look at us like that.
We weren't looking,
we looked after you looked at us.
Mind your own business!
What are you looking at?
Dude, manage your anger! Chill out!
I didn't do anything!
Get your books out.
Who wants to start?
Mona.
You don't have to stand up,
I've already told you that.
I do. Respect for the teacher.
Mona, you're a child, for God's sake.
You're not a soldier.
This isn't a dictatorship!
Sit down.
- Yes?
- What's a dictatorship?
A dictatorship is the enemy of freedom.
Correct.
- What's the opposite of dictatorship?
- Democracy.
Does anyone apart from Mona know
what that is?
Democracy.
I do.
My uncle.
- That's his name, I swear.
- Stop bullshitting.
Don't laugh!
Democracy isn't a joke.
Some people die for it.
That's true.
But you're lucky.
You're all free.
You can decide freely.
If that was the case,
I'd be home playing video games.
- Yeah.
- Agree.
- Well, compulsory education.
- Fucking compulsory education.
- It's a good dictatorship.
- What's she talking about?
No, Mona. That doesn't exist.
A good dictatorship.
Never existed, never will.
The whole school thinks it was us.
- We were a team.
- They did worse.
- They did!
- We're not apologizing.
- Of course not!
- We're not apologizing! They screwed up.
- But girls, the wise man
- Minds his change.
- Changes his mind.
- Same thing. Mind change, change mind
No, it isn't!
Girls, you're so fussy.
We're listening.
- "We're listening"?
- What the hell!
- Shush, it was you and the boys!
- Now what?
- Where's your integrity?
- What? You betrayed us!
- Stop it now.
- Shut it!
Stop arguing! I have enough on my-plate
with school and family.
- Can't we just make peace?
- No.
- You have to work for peace.
- What does that mean, smart ass?
We have to tidy up.
Doesn't make any sense,
we can't play anyway.
It's not about that.
Look at the state of the school.
We had many rules in my old school.
We had to stand
in front of the flag every morning.
Then they checked
our uniforms and nails.
And if they weren't neat or clean,
they'd smack our hands with a ruler.
- Seriously?
- Yes.
We couldn't make any mistakes.
But we can here.
And we can put it right.
We're lucky.
Hey, let's raise money for new balls.
- What did you do to ours?
- Nothing.
Admit it, you scarfed them down.
- I'll take care of the shirts and shoes.
- I'll help you.
And you tidy up. Understood?
- Yes.
- And do something about the balls.
- I'd say you take care of the balls.
- Yeah.
Wait, I need a break.
- Do you need help?
- No, all good.
Why don't you ever play soccer with us?
I don't really like soccer.
Why not?
Doesn't make sense.
Everybody just runs after a ball.
That's not true. They all
run after chances to score a goal.
You talk like my father. Told you.
Mr. Che always talks sense.
Ass kisser.
- What does that mean?
- You're too nice.
- Isn't that good?
- It is, but
There's a thin line
between nice and fucking annoying.
You're fucking annoying.
That's much better.
Come to the kitchen, help me make dolma.
- Welcome.
- Thanks.
This is Harry.
The teacher's son.
You're called like Prince Harry.
Yes, milady.
Ass kisser.
Mom
Can you sew them back together?
What happened?
What's this?
How many times do I have to tell you?
Take care of school stuff!
Mona didn't do anything, Mrs. Nada.
Jagar, Omeed, go to the neighbor's.
I need tools and a sewing machine.
So? Wash your hands
and separate the leaves.
You help me, I help you.
Burek and samosas!
Burek and samosas!
Take three, pay for two.
- Special offer? Nice!
- Pay over there.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- One euro.
- Two euros change.
- Thanks.
- 1.50.
Thanks.
Burek and samosas!
Take three, pay for two!
A great deal, actually!
Harrie, your sports bag.
Harry! How many times
Harry, not Harrie.
Why can you say Terry but not Harry?
I don't get it.
I'm definitely not saying "Harry."
Or "sure thing," "same," or "nice"
Yeah, because you're cringe.
Say something new.
For God's sake.
And anyway, Terry's dad is American!
Here, super special offer.
Don't eat up our business!
- I haven't had any breakfast.
- Whatever.
- He takes payments.
- Burek and samosas!
Buy some more before class!
What's going on here?
These are offerings from our parents.
I see. But Ramadan is next month.
Yeah, but a good Muslim
observes Ramadan all year long.
Mashallah
Well said, brother.
Don't be late.
Unbelievable, isn't it? All cleaned up.
All of it!
Indeed.
Good morning, Mr. Che.
What's going on?
- What does he mean?
- No idea.
- Right, let's start. Linea?
- Here.
- Annelies?
- Yep.
- Lorian? Vedat?
- Yes.
- Hussein?
- Yes.
- Jasmin?
- Yes.
- Great. Karl?
- Yes.
- Food?
- Yes.
Yara? Gina?
- Yes.
- Terry?
- Yes.
- Thi-Le?
- Here.
- Mona?
- Yes.
- Jona?
- Yes.
- Iman?
- Why isn't she standing up?
- No idea.
- Nadine?
- Yes.
- Aysel?
- Yes.
- Ayla?
- Yes.
- Alexander?
- He's in the bathroom.
Too many samosas, huh?
Right, well
It's too late.
- I can't help you.
- It's not about the tournament.
We wanted to apologize.
- We're sorry.
- Very sorry.
- We overdid it.
- Yes, Mr. Che.
It's all right.
Mona, you always
have to be different, huh?
- Really.
- We even planned it.
This isn't a dictatorship.
I'm not a soldier. I'm a child, for
- For
- For God's sake!
For God's sake.
It's so touching,
how they all
tidied up the school together.
- I think so too.
- But we shouldn't be praising them.
Should we punish them for it?
I agree.
They made a mess in the first place.
- They apologized.
- An apology doesn't sort it all out.
- We should acknowledge it.
- They tidied up!
- Not just apologized.
- My God.
Even toddlers tidy up their own mess.
What is there to acknowledge?
Honestly, how many kids do you know
who actually tidy up?
Voluntarily?
Most of them won't and keep on playing.
In my experience,
children learn with rules.
Especially difficult children.
- "Difficult"?
- Unbelievable.
Seriously? With all due respect
That is just a lazy excuse
for when children
don't fit in a certain set of rules.
Or in your set of rules. I don't get it.
Where did you study?
- Who's there?
- It's us.
- Can we come in?
- Leave it. No.
Vedat, shouldn't you go home?
Now what?
When two parties
talk about a third party,
this one should be present.
To listen and talk too.
That's right.
I think it's a great idea.
Yes, open up!
Yes. And we know we make mistakes.
But if you won't let us play,
you're making a mistake.
You'll regret it.
I thought you'd say something clever.
- Mona, you go.
- You can do this.
You can talk better than him.
Yes, Mona, you can do this.
Well
We
We're bad students.
Very bad, sometimes.
We all know that.
But you're good teachers.
You give us many chances.
In the end,
we have to take those chances.
It's like soccer.
We don't know if we'll win or lose.
But hope helps.
With hope,
we think everything will be better.
- That's when you start fighting.
- Yes!
We trained really hard,
you should let us play.
Okay. We'll vote again.
Let's not rejoice too soon.
What if they all vote "no"?
We accept it.
- What if we don't want to?
- Then we put up resistance.
- What do you mean?
- We fight against it.
Oh no.
I'm not feeling it.
Ms. Burchardt's leaving.
Why is she leaving? Not a good sign.
No idea.
So
You can participate!
And Jasmin?
- Jasmin too!
- Ms. Burchardt said yes?
Ms. Burchardt said yes!
All right, all right, all right.
Welcome.
Rojba, merhaba,
salaam alaikum, bem vindo.
Welcome to the Berlin
indoor-soccer championship
for primary and community schools!
Make some noise, guys!
I don't know how you feel,
but I'm really looking forward to it!
As you know, it's the qualifiers today,
so give it your all.
The two best teams
will play in the final next week.
And not only will the best team win
an awesome, golden trophy,
but also brand-new shirts,
shin guards, shoes, everything!
And as far as I can see, some teams
desperately need new equipment.
Come on, it was just a joke.
- Why are they laughing?
- They're awesome.
- What are they looking at?
- No respect, man.
Looks good on you. Number one.
Yep. I'm officially the goalkeeper.
Jasmin is the libero.
Her job is to protect me.
- Who would have thought?
- Enough talking now. Time to play!
The first match
is Kreuzberg against Wedding.
Everyone else get off the court,
but make some noise! Come on, guys!
That's it!
You can do this.
Jasmin, Jasmin!
Mom!
Kreuzberg, Kreuzberg, Kreuzberg!
- Where's your family?
- I didn't tell them.
Why not?
They're all working.
It doesn't matter.
My family will cheer us on.
Why did you come?
I thought you didn't like soccer.
I don't. But I like you.
I just wanted to wish you good luck.
Thanks.
The boys are here too.
- Have a great time.
- Thanks.
You can do this!
- What?
- Nothing.
Here we go, guys!
Take a seat, hold tight,
and enjoy the games!
Come on!
Kobra 36, Wedding 7.
I want a fair and clean game, okay?
A Wedding pass. They're playing well,
making their way to the front
Kreuzberg, come on!
What's with the defense?
Goal!
Goal for Wedding!
It's over!
Wedding wins the first game!
Brilliant match, really. Awesome game.
Don't get all arrogant,
there are more matches!
Girls, be fair! Hey!
In group A, Wedding take fifth place,
and Kobra slip to sixth place.
Moabit playing forward.
They're attacking.
What a save!
Moving on.
Nadine!
Wedding are attacking now.
They're playing great together.
Love to see it!
That's why I'm here.
Goal!
They won another match!
Make some noise!
Wedding are keeping up the pressure!
Not bad!
Be fair though, girls.
Stop that shit, it's unfair!
That's enough, they get it.
So, Wedding have won again.
They go from fifth to third place.
- Come on!
- Who will win this match?
- Aysel!
- Pass it to Terry!
- What was that?
- What are you doing?
You should have gone for it!
Spandau go forward again!
Gina, cover!
Thi-Le, cover her! Keep playing!
Only the defense left.
It's like a wall in front of the goal.
What's with Wedding's libero?
She'd destroy me too!
Keep going!
Pass it!
Hey! Hello? What the hell?
What do you want?
What do I want? Don't mess with me.
This is soccer, not martial arts.
- Get your act together.
- Jasmin!
Leave it.
Just fuck off,
it'll be better for the both of us.
Very nice, that's what I like.
No unnecessary fighting.
Only fair matches
are good matches, girls.
- Wedding have won.
- The winning streak continues.
They take first place in group A.
Schneberg play against Zehlendorf.
This is a big match, guys.
With this awesome match,
we'll soon see
who will play in the semis.
Very nice!
Goal! Yes! Schneberg!
This is nerve-wracking,
I'm sweating like in a hammam!
Two games to go,
and then we'll have our finalists!
Hey! Come here.
Keep your feet on the ground.
Show some respect.
You're playing well, no doubt.
But focus on yourselves, not the others.
Understand? Good.
We won!
The first semifinal
is Wedding against SSC.
- Come on!
- Let's go!
Wedding are two goals down
against Charlottenburg.
With only a few seconds left to play.
Here!
- Pass properly!
- You're talking!
- What are you doing?
- Do something!
Play soccer, don't argue!
Wedding are losing their nerve!
- Attack!
- Do something!
Goal!
But they can't be too happy about it.
Wedding are still one goal down,
just a few seconds left.
Charlottenburg are attacking now.
Goal for Charlottenburg!
- Shit!
- Keep playing!
Keep playing, don't give up!
- It's not over yet!
- There's not much point.
Come on, ten seconds still! Faster!
Stop talking and play soccer!
Why are you kicking the ball away?
It's over!
Charlottenburg have won the game!
Awesome, you played really well.
Congratulations, SSC!
- It's your fault!
- My fault?
- Why didn't you shoot?
- Your pass was terrible!
- What do you want?
- You didn't cover!
Final, final, final!
Charlottenburg and Schneberg
back on the court!
Come on, fans, they need you!
A big round of applause
for all the teams!
Great games so far!
Come here, everyone.
Schneberg and Charlottenburg
are in the final.
It's going to be exciting.
Looking forward to seeing you all
next week at the final!
Go, fight, win! Go, fight, win!
Don't be upset.
We've achieved so much.
You should be proud of yourselves.
Proud? We fucked up!
- Totally.
- We played terribly.
Girls. You didn't fuck up anything.
Look at that. Look at the table.
We played in a semi as underdogs.
That means a lot, okay?
Of course they won. Look at them.
Yeah, and we have these crappy shirts.
- No one has crappy shirts.
- We do.
- Look at us.
- So ugly.
Why didn't you stay in goal?
You could have saved it.
- You were too far.
- You could have saved it.
Jasmin is even better than you.
Hey, stop it now, okay?
We win as a team, and we lose as a team.
- Understood?
- Yes.
- I said, understood?
- Yeah.
Stop blaming each other.
Hey, hello?
Can you stop crying?
So embarrassing,
they're all laughing at us.
Shit.
Stop it, girls. That's enough now.
I
I I
Jagar, Jagar, Jagar!
Jagar, Jagar, Jagar!
Well? Ready to lose?
Never!
- We'll see about that.
- You wish.
Come on, shoot!
No!
You thought I was gonna lose! Loser!
Who's the loser now, huh?
Auntie Helin!
A lion is a lion, no matter
if it's male or female!
Lion You wish.
Lioness. Not lion. Lioness.
You were right. I'm weak.
Nice. Not weak.
I'm fed up. I'm hungry.
Me too, but I want something sweet.
- Still crying?
- So embarrassing, I swear.
- It's the girls' bathroom, get out!
- Tell the freaking fag that!
You're a rag!
What are you going on about?
- Learn German, you refugee.
- What are you saying?
What are you looking at? "Rag."
- He's a fag!
- Dude
Dude, are you out of your mind?
- Are you mad, or what?
- You're crazy!
Call Mr. Che!
Come on.
Mr. Che is coming now.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the fist of justice.
Mona Tyson!
Come on, smile now.
Okay, don't, then.
Don't be upset.
"I'm Mona."
"I lost the tournament."
Don't be angry about that.
"I am. Soccer is my life."
Ta-da! Like the real Frida Kahlo.
Looks great.
We didn't lose because of me, right?
I didn't play alone.
No, you didn't.
That really wasn't fair.
Fuck them.
Yeah, fuck them.
I know what you need.
Chocolate.
I don't have any money.
Are you scared?
No.
Go on, then.
Let's go.
Come in.
Hello.
I'm Mona's mother.
I'd like to apologize.
- It won't happen again.
- It shouldn't either.
Otherwise she'll end up in the database.
She's a good child.
She's never stolen anything before.
At some point they just start.
The wrong path isn't that far then.
I'm so sorry.
It won't happen again, really.
You can leave.
Sorry.
- You've lost sight of your son.
- That's not true!
- Of course not.
- He shuts me out.
- Because you don't accept him.
- His behavior! That's different.
But you forgive
all the other kids, great.
- They have real problems.
- Your son is a thief!
A thief! My God, we did it too.
- He's bored and wants to provoke us.
- He wants your attention.
He does what he does to reach you.
And you give him the feeling
that the other kids are more important.
I just can't get close to him anymore.
Before
I used to give him a hug,
but now that's impossible.
Forget about before.
People change. Children do too.
Did you read that on the calendar?
Listen, go in there, get him out
and we'll see how to carry on.
I'm not going to the cops.
Not voluntarily.
It was my fault. Mona didn't want to.
A bit late, isn't it?
She'll be in trouble because of you.
Come on.
Stealing is one thing,
inciting someone
to do it is something else.
I didn't want this, really.
Plus, the two policemen
were really nasty to her.
I kept telling them it was my fault
and Mona didn't want to,
but they didn't believe me.
They thought she incited me.
Do you remember their names?
They were called fucking racists.
Come here.
Come here.
I'm proud of you, my boy.
Maybe
Maybe I'm not a proper boy.
Are you still "Harry"?
Sure thing.
So cringe, dude.
It's not bad.
How can she? How can she not be ashamed?
What are people going to think of us?
We're not a family of thieves.
Maybe they were having fun.
Video games are fun.
Soccer is fun.
Being in the park on a swing is fun.
But stealing isn't fun.
Whether you steal chocolate or money,
or the freedom of another person,
it's the same.
To me, she's a criminal. Like Assad!
I only stole some chocolate.
But I'm like Assad to my mother.
You'll be in my prison, Nada prison.
No school, no soccer,
no friends, nothing.
- Assad?
- Assad.
Nada?
Dear students,
dear teachers,
I'm glad to share with you
that the boys' team won third place
at this year's indoor-soccer tournament.
Congratulations and keep it up.
Hey.
This isn't a funeral.
Come on, guys. Like that.
Losers.
Why the long faces? You played well!
- We really didn't.
- Even the girls play better than us.
Honestly, hadn't they been so stupid,
they could have won.
Then play with them, you wimps!
Watch your mouth!
Let's calm down, okay?
Come on, guys.
You played well, you should be proud.
Third place in Berlin, come on.
- You should really swap teams.
- Shut it.
Hey, Karl. So, where is it?
Oh, yes. Cool.
That's German.
You'll take the third one
on Tuesday, yeah?
The fourth, isn't it?
- Yes?
- Hello?
I'm Ceci, from the Berlin
indoor-soccer association.
- Is Mr. Che here?
- Karl?
Can you come here?
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Ceci, what are you doing here?
- I'm not here because I wanted to.
Me and school? Not a good combination.
I have good news and bad news.
Well, good for you,
bad for Schneberg and Moabit.
They've been disqualified
for unsportsmanlike behavior.
- What?
- Massive fight after the tournament.
I get a headache if I think about it.
Anyway, Charlottenburg
is playing Wedding in the final.
- Easy as that?
- Well, it won't be easy.
I mean,
they beat the hell out of you last time.
- We'll see about that.
- "We'll see about that."
Oh, hello. Hi there.
Sorry.
Come on.
Hey, look.
Hey, leave him alone.
Chill out.
We wanted to apologize, actually.
Oh, yeah.
We actually wanted to apologize too.
We were just joking.
You know that, right?
Well
The "f" word?
- Do you mean "fag"?
- Yes.
It's actually a bad word.
Okay, sorry. But what should we say?
How about nothing?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Do you know where Mona is?
No. Why?
Maybe she's sick.
Or who knows.
- Will she come back?
- I hope so.
- She hasn't been in school for a week.
- Aysel, Terry!
- What's up?
- Funda, where are they?
- No idea.
- Look for the team and come to the gym.
- Come on!
- Maybe he has something for us?
- Well, then
- See you.
Yeah, see you.
Bye.
Hello, Mrs. Nada.
Hello, Not-Prince-Harry.
I'm sorry about everything.
- It was my fault, Mona didn't
- No, no, no.
Mona made a mistake too.
Just because you're stupid,
here, in your head,
doesn't mean Mona
gets to make the same mistakes, okay?
- Yeah.
- Why are you laughing?
Is this funny to you?
During the war,
we sometimes didn't have any food.
Nothing to drink.
But we still didn't steal,
we'd still go to work. Understand?
Yes, Mrs. Nada.
Good.
- Bye, Not-Prince.
- Can Mona come back to school?
"Back to school"
MONA, I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU DOWNSTAIRS! HARRY.
Shouldn't we just leave?
She's not coming.
- Yeah.
- We're waiting for her.
- We've been waiting for ages.
- Is she even coming?
- I think so.
- You think so?
If you just think so, I'm leaving.
I'm fed up, man.
- We have homework to do.
- I'm not staying the night.
I'm so hungry, I'm gonna
Are we doing this, guys?
Wait.
What?
- You won't believe it.
- Yeah!
- You have to go back in goal.
- No, I don't want to.
- Why not?
- What a traitor.
Me? Or you?
- What are you trying to say?
- What?
Stop arguing! Mona, wait.
Terry has something to tell you.
We're sorry for letting you down.
That was fucked up.
But we're back in it.
- Schneberg and Moabit are out!
- What?
- Yes!
- Really!
So we're in the final now.
- We're gonna win.
- Don't overdo it.
- Don't you think we will?
- Hello? We're playing Charlottenburg.
We know how they play now.
They beat the hell out of us.
- Mona. Mona, wait.
- Let me go.
You know what? Piss off.
Really?
What the hell?
- Why did you push her?
- What the fuck?
- What's wrong with you?
- Dude!
- Why did you do it?
- No idea.
Think before you screw up.
Mona wants to play, but she can't.
Why not?
She stole something.
What?
The police came, and now she's grounded
and can't play soccer.
- How do you know?
- Yeah, how?
Tell us.
- I was there with her.
- Dude, what?
Why did you steal? You have everything.
Yeah, you're rich.
My father says the rich steal more.
Yeah, makes sense.
I got caught too, once.
- Were you in trouble?
- Trouble? My dad gave me some tips.
Cool dad, man.
Girls, we need Mona.
Only with her is our team complete.
We didn't get another chance
for nothing. We can't screw this up.
- Yeah.
- Of course not.
- We need a plan.
- She's not coming back.
- Because someone screwed up.
- "Someone."
- I'll do it.
- What?
- You? No way.
- You just pushed her.
Trust me.
Once.
What's going on, guys?
Welcome!
Final, oh oh oh oh
Final
Are you nervous too?
I'm about to pee my pants.
We're ready to rumble in half an hour!
Here come the teams!
Big round of applause!
Oh my God!
- Look at all those people!
- My God!
To a good match.
Jasmin! Jasmin!
One, two
three, four!
- Soldiers or what?
- Are they in the military?
Who cares, come on.
After class
I come home.
- No Harry.
- And?
No more soccer.
Later, when you come back
Jagar? Always late.
ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR ONE
What's this?
- No school today.
- No school?
No school. Today's the final.
- What final?
- Soccer.
Didn't Mom say no soccer?
She said no margarine either. Yeah.
Do you think I'm stupid?
You can come too.
She's gonna kill us.
Please, Jagar.
Please.
- Okay.
- You're the best.
Ew, get away from me.
Do you think she's coming?
I hope so.
With Jasmin in goal,
it's gonna be a catastrophe.
- I have a stomachache.
- Come here, everyone.
- Charlottenburg!
- Wedding!
- Charlottenburg!
- Wedding!
- You're shitting yourselves, aren't you?
- Yeah.
So am I, a little.
But no matter how today ends
you've proved that even as underdogs,
you can play well too.
- You're losers, yes
- Should that motivate us?
Yes, Terry. It should.
If you start as losers,
you can only win.
Look at your rivals.
Look at them. They're winners.
They've been winners all their lives.
But not today.
Today you're showing them
what it's like to be losers.
- Understood?
- Understood!
- Understood!
- Understood!
Mona!
You came!
I promise you, we'll be winners today,
no matter what happens.
- Oh yes.
- What will we be?
Winners!
- What? I can't hear you!
- Winners!
Come on, girls.
I'm very proud of you.
Get out there and show them all.
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
- Wedding 7
- We can beat them!
Here we go, guys!
Charlottenburg are playing really well.
But girls, seems like you're missing
passion and team spirit.
Pass it, Thi-Le. Great.
- Jasmin, pass!
- Great, Jasmin. Terry, go forward!
Nadine!
Go forward!
The Wedding girls
are tearing everyone apart!
Aysel is free!
Wedding go forward Great pass.
- Keep going!
- Shoot!
Goal!
For Wedding!
Awesome, Wedding score the first goal!
- Kerstin Meyer, hello?
- Oh, hello.
This is Mona's mother.
Is she in school today?
Hello, Mrs. Sabri,
lovely to hear from you.
Everyone's at the tournament.
Tournament?
Soccer. The girls are in the final
and are up, one-zero.
These kids drive me up the wall!
- It'd be boring without them, though.
- I
- I don't know.
- I'm going there now.
Why don't you come too?
We might get there on time.
It's like a World Cup final here,
I'm telling you! Make some noise!
Only a few seconds left now.
Wedding are up, one-zero.
Stay focused! Terry is free!
Go forward! Scare them, Jasmin!
- Pass it!
- Nadine!
- To Terry!
- Wedding go forward.
Attack.
Or as The Bozz would say,
Never give fear a chance
Just believe in yourself
Shoot!
She shoots!
- No!
- Hits the bar!
- That was close.
- She can't even shoot.
Go back!
Shit, the Wedding goalie is all alone!
- Go back!
- Guys, I can't watch!
My heart is racing,
not because of my energy drink,
because of the energy here!
Guys, it's not looking good for Wedding.
- The ref is pissed.
- It wasn't a foul!
- I didn't do anything!
- That was a dive!
- What an actress!
- What are you doing?
They're arguing, not good!
Where do you come from?
Floor exercises or what?
There will be a penalty, people.
- It was very clear.
- It's your only chance to win!
Calm down, we can do this. He's blind.
That was clearly a foul.
Don't argue with the ref,
there's no point to it.
You only did two things right today!
Whistling at kick-off and
- She didn't even touch her!
- We can do this, okay?
How was that a foul?
- Such a drama queen. What now?
- No idea.
Are you scared?
Feelings are sometimes wrong, Mona.
You can do this.
Believe in yourself, okay?
Will it end in a draw
just before the final whistle?
Here we go. Just a few seconds left.
This is Charlottenburg's last chance.
If they score now, it could end any way.
Come on, Mona, you can do it!
- You can do this, Mona.
- You can do this:
- Come on, Mona!
- Mona, you can do this!
- Save it!
- You have to save it, Mona.
Come on, Mona!
Goal!
The equalizer just before
the final whistle! Incredible!
Great shot, great goal.
Great attempt by the goalie.
- Are you okay?
- But seems like she's injured.
- I screwed up!
- What are you saying?
That was a great attempt, really.
Are you okay, Mona?
- Can you keep playing?
- Yes.
Girls, let me tell you this,
you should be proud of yourselves.
Such an amazing match.
- Hey, you did well.
- No, I screwed up.
- You didn't.
- Look.
You can still do this, Mona!
Don't be scared! You can do this!
We'll win!
Your brother is cute.
Does he have a girlfriend?
- Ew, come on!
- What?
It's a draw, the score is one-one.
Both teams can go get some water
and take a breather,
and then it's time
for the penalty shoot-out!
- Aysel and Ayla are shooting.
- Yeah, of course.
- Terry should too.
- Terry?
Nadine, go get some ice.
Shit.
- She can't go in goal.
- Come on.
Her hand, man.
Seems like Manuela Neuer
really hurt herself.
- It's not looking good.
- Does it hurt a lot?
No, it doesn't hurt.
We'll have to replace you.
- Jasmin will go in goal.
- No way.
I'll do it.
- You're injured.
- It's not that bad.
- I can do this.
- Stop it.
It's my goal.
I'll do it.
I'd go to the hospital,
but it's just a scratch for Oliver Kahn!
She's staying in the goal!
What can I say, she's a keeper!
So, guys, it's showtime.
It's so tense, I think
I'm getting too old for these games.
Aysel, Aysel, Aysel!
It's Wedding's turn. Still a draw.
Here's the run-up. She shoots
- Jens Lehmann saves it!
- Shit!
Shit!
- Get up, Aysel.
- No.
Stop it, come on. It's okay. It happens.
It's not okay.
- I'm so stupid!
- If you're stupid, what am I?
Yeah, I swear, she never scores.
Girls, we're not giving up.
I don't fucking care how,
but we're leaving as winners today.
- Capiche?
- My God, Nadine!
Amazing team spirit.
Those gazes speak volumes.
Now or never, girls, give it your all!
- So it's not over?
- No, and it's so tense!
And it's penalties now,
but Aysel missed the first one.
- Aysel?
- Yeah.
But Ayla scored.
What a goal.
It's neck-and-neck.
Now Mona's back in the goal.
Two penalties left
and we'll have a winner.
- Okay, you go, I need to pee.
- Okay.
These are the most tense minutes
of my life.
That's right,
because I don't have one.
Mona, Mona, Mona!
Auntie Helin!
Mona really takes after you.
She doesn't, she takes after you,
you know that.
And I'm proud of that.
You should think about leaving.
- I'm not going anywhere without you.
- You have to. I fight, you speak.
What does that mean, Helin?
What should it mean?
It's late, and you're still awake.
- Leave her.
- No, that's enough.
Come here.
Do you have a name for your ball?
Yes! Hope Solo.
Seriously, Mom?
How many times have I told you
that Hope Solo
is the best goalie
in the whole universe?
You know what?
We'll write Hope Solo on your ball.
- Then your mother will remember.
- Yes.
Hopa Solo.
Hopa, hopa!
Wedding, Wedding, Wedding!
Come on, Mona, you can do this!
You can do this, Mona!
Vctor Valds saves it! What a save!
They're so close to winning now!
Wedding have to step up now,
they have to settle it
to become the Berlin champions!
I can't do it, girls.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
- You can do this.
- I can't.
Yes, Terry, you can do this.
- We all believe in you!
- Totally!
Terry, don't overthink it.
One corner or the other.
Who cares, your foot decides.
- Follow your foot.
- It's the new heart.
We have to carry on, girls. Come on!
Let's go.
Come on, Terry!
Will this be the decisive shot?
Such a great match,
I don't want it to end!
- We believe in you!
- Believe in yourself!
Goal!
Goal!
Wedding 7 are the Berlin champions!
Wedding! Wedding! Wedding!
Winners! Winners!
A big thank you to the audience
and to the teams
for this amazing tournament, really.
Congratulations, Wedding,
on this well-earned victory!
Wedding, thank God
you're getting new shirts.
Yours are giving me eye cancer,
I'm telling you.
Hey, why aren't you outside?
They don't want me there. It's okay.
Sabine, that's nonsense.
It doesn't matter.
What Oliver!
- Mr. Che!
- Mr. Che!
I'm proud of you.
You made it.
We made it.
- Hey, Mona! Come here!
- Hurry up!
Hey, Mona!