Nightlife

Can we get a round of shots?

Hey. It's the police. Wake up.

Cool. Your face!

You got a real surprise, huh, Mirko?

You have to go. I'm off to work, and my boyfriend'll be back soon.

That's his T-shirt, by the way.

- You have a boyfriend? - It's an open relationship.

But still, it wouldn't be cool if you were still here.

It's okay. My name is Milo, by the way.

Yes. Right. What's my name again?

Hey, asshole, this is a bikeway!

Morning.

- Everything okay? Are you hurt? - No.

No, not again!

Good morning!

- Okay guys, the party's over. - What?

What's going on here?

Renzo!

- Guys, this is my bed. Get out. - What?

Hey, Milo! Hey. Is it okay if I do some cleaning?

I'll do such a cool job. Really sparkly. Real... That okay?

Renzo!

Okay, off you go.

- Faster. Goodbye. Thanks. - What a square.

This sucks.

- Thanks. - Bye.

- Bye, Milo. - Okay. Bye.

- Ciao, Milo. - Don't come back. Thanks. Bye.

- Goodbye. - Yep. Okay.

That's ours. Thank you.

Bye.

Renzo!

Wake up!

Morning, Milo.

- Is there a problem? - No. Everything's great!

Oh man!

I don't know how they all ended up here.

I didn't know them.

If you want to stay here, make a change. No wonder Ricky threw you out.

That was completely different. All right, I'm sorry.

- Want a Bloody Mary as well? - No.

You shouldn't drink so much either.

We need to make a change, and I don't mean our haircuts, I mean...

the basics.

Dude... It's too early to have this conversation.

No! It's not too early, actually it's far too late!

I just woke up in an apartment with some woman who didn't know my name.

- And I didn't know hers. - Steffi, I think.

The point is...

I think I'm just getting too old for all this superficial bullshit.

Someday I want to be taking my kids to school, you know?

Yes.

I get what you're saying.

You think we should quit the nightlife?

No. Not at all.

I just think it's time we took a step, and finally opened our own place.

Be our own bosses at last.

We'll hire people. Go to the office in the daytime. All respectable.

Then we can lead a normal life. Family...

Kids...

Bike rides and stuff...

Dude, when you talk like that, it brings tears to my eyes.

I love bike rides!

I never had that.

You know what?

I'm up for that.

Let's get fucking respectable.

You two are really good buddies, right?

Watch out, here comes the chaos team!

Those are just to show how long we've known each other,

and dreamed of having our own bar.

Got it. I think you're both great guys.

Seriously. Big double-like from my point of view.

But to be totally honest, I'm no "nightlife expert".

Let's put it that way.

But you do go for a drink now and then...

I do, yes. I like socializing.

When I do, I can go off like a little gun and become a wild party animal.

Okay, Heiko... May I call you Heiko?

The Kirk Bar here in Kreuzberg... We know the owner.

- Kirk. - Yeah, and he wants out.

The property owner will reserve it for us till next week.

Great location. Regular customers... Cool shit.

And for renovation, licenses

and transfer fees, we'll need around 100,000 euros.

Well, unfortunately I can't approve such loans alone,

and when my boss Mr. Holrich hears "nightlife",

he thinks "money laundering", "drugs", "violence".

You have to present it to your boss in a totally different way. Nightlife...

It's of elemental importance. Without it, there'd be no humanity.

In the Stone Age, people danced around the fire at night and drummed.

Nightlife is about... meeting, getting together.

- Celebrating life. Music. - Reproduction.

Ultimately, we all only plunge into the night

to meet that one person, who we want to wake up next to for the rest of our lives.

Hearing that,

it makes you want to plunge into the nightlife again yourself.

And milk the bear again a bit.

Tickle the gland a bit.

Then come see us in our bar.

We'll really take the plunge, we'll show you Berlin.

I've got butterflies!

Heiko, you need to vacate the conference room.

Yes, sure. We're nearly finito.

Are you going to your game night tonight?

Yes. Well? I sent you a little email in that regard.

Yes, several.

I'm afraid I can't tonight. I'm meeting my sister.

Right.

Well, then have fun.

Bye-bye. See you, Petra.

Right...

Super-hot bird, righta?

I don't mean that in a sexist way. I mean it very lovingly.

Okay? Birds are precious. Worth protecting. Right?

I'm not getting any younger. And... Life as a single in Berlin...

it can be very...

It can be very frustrating.

- Heiko. - Yep.

Forget your games and come to our bar.

Sorry, not tonight, no way.

Game night is sacrosanct. But I have time tomorrow.

Signorina

Come with me to Mallorca

I'm a fitness trainer

And I drink protein

With Signorina

Come with me to Ibiza

I am a fitness trainer

And now you will drink protein of mine

Steffen K, alpha man Fitness trainer on Instagram

8000 followers and rising

Despite the massive fame, self-effacing

I used to be rock bottom, playing hooky

And now I'm at the top, an influencer

Party with the stars, make noise

Party with ma homies, the Bachelor Boys

Celebs and glamor and photographers

All living creatures want to sleep with us

Well?

How did you get an appointment with us again?

I had a thing going with your boss's secretary.

And why do you call yourselves The Bachelors?

Well, obviously because the other two look a bit like the Bachelor.

Am I supposed to think that's cool?

Yes! There's massive marketing potential.

- But you should be telling us that. - The Bachelor is a sexist show.

- It's okay if it's sexy. - Sexist! Not sexy.

And you? Do you look like anyone?

No one. I'm Steffen K, fitness trainer from Nuremberg.

And I have 8000 Instagram followers. And my YouTube channel is exploding.

I've got the modern fitness-blogger, nutrition-fashion-VIP thing dialed.

I'm the mastermind of the trio. The brain!

And together, we're the...

- Bach... - ...e... lors.

- Bachelors. - Bachelors. Need to practice a bit.

- Oh God! So, dear Bachelors... - Exactly!

As a label, we work with genuine artists.

With real musicians. Understand?

Not with fitness trainers or Z-list celebrity lookalike wannabes,

or whatever it is you are.

- Hey, Sunny. - Hey, Max.

I have a few roses for you again.

If you ask me, this guy's overdoing it a little.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Ciao.

So, what's the deal?

All right, listen guys. I don't have a rose for you.

- Hi, sweetie. - Hi.

- I missed you. - You've turned up in style.

Okay, you find it embarrassing. I knew it.

- Next time I'll come on my bike again. - Nonsense, this car's really beautiful.

- What are you doing? - Me?

Nothing. Checking my emails.

You were swiping. Were you looking at photos? Or...

Wait a minute. You weren't on Tinder or anything?

No, Sunny, of course not.

No way! You're on Tinder, swiping through women here in bed?

Yes! I'm communicating.

I have friends on Tinder. Tinder's like Facebook.

Tinder is not like Facebook. Tinder's like Fuckbook.

And you're looking for fuck-dates while we're here in...

Sweetie!

- What the hell do you want from me? - Yes, sorry, but what did you expect?

For us to be in a monogamous relationship? Sweetie!

Call me Sweetie one more time...

You want to travel with me, you send me roses,

and you talk about destiny, Jan!

So? That doesn't mean I can't meet other women.

- Sunny... What era are you living in? - I wonder about that, too.

Why does this always happen to me?

Man! Mega-refreshing! And the music here...

It is so mega-cool.

- Maybe you should invite Petra here. - Maybe.

But seriously, Renzo, I'll tell you something.

We'll get you your own bar. I'll fight for you.

Like a ninja.

But with your little conviction, it won't be that simple.

- Everyone makes mistakes. - That's it. We're all human.

We are all human!