My Best Friend, His Girlfriend and Me (Mein bester Freund, seine Freundin und ich)

["You Get What You Give" by the New Radicals playing]

They say that childhood is the best time to build new friendships.

That's me: Olli.

Hey, kick it right over here!

Eight years old and already one of the coolest, most likable guys around.

Problem was, no one had noticed it yet.

No wonder you always get picked last!

But then, suddenly, Matze wound up in my class.

Okay, guys, let's meet our new classmate here, Matthias.

Tell us a little about yourself. Do you have any hobbies?

I like to play soccer.

Enough. I don't see what's so funny.

Matthias, please sit over there.

So, let's continue with different types of sentences.

For example…

Uh, hey, I'm Olli.

- "Where is my pen?" -M-M-Matze.

So you play soccer, right?

Oliver, stop bothering Matthias or I'll have to move him to another desk.

He-He didn't… I… I… just asked him a question.

He-he-he he-he didn't do anything wrong, he-he-he was just answering.

That was it. That moment was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

MY BEST FRIEND, HIS GIRLFRIEND AND ME

I was trying to be a good guy, you know?

Good news. I found the perfect apartment

for you and your cat.

That's right, ground floor.

Yup, great. I'll pick you up.

Hey, come here.

Where is that?

Zanzibar. Island off Tanzania.

That has to go on the list.

Well, that's fascinating.

I wasn't aware that luxury bamboo huts were part of our listing portfolio.

Supposed to be working, right?

Yeah, I…

The flat on M-Molke Street, I closed it.

Mm-hmm.

How about you? You just been planning your trip around the world?

I… brought you your favorite little special something.

Ah.

I don't know what's more impressive to me,

your perfect timing,

your ability to finish work and get out the door right on the dot…

Mm! Or your very clever career planning.

I mean, who doesn't take a year off in their early thirties?

By the way, the Mülheim apartment has a scheduled viewing,

only the person won't be there till seven tonight. Here's the address.

Seven? I'm off the clock.

I know, it compensates for the time you spent just now

making plans for your midlife crisis.

Oh, and you better not put this on your expense report, Olli.

Would it kill the Empress to give me a compliment?

That apartment on Molke Street was a tough one.

You mind… taking care of this, Matze?

I need to run and get Schmitti's birthday present.

I thought we were getting Schmitti wine from the gas station.

I came up with something else.

- This is it. Looks nice. - Wow, an actual adult house.

Happy Birthday, Schmitti!

Shh! Don't!

It's been over two hours! Everybody's done eating!

C'mon, we're not mad, it's no big deal.

For you. You know, now that you're a homeowner.

Right, thanks. Listen up, okay? Behave yourselves.

This isn't some rager, I don't want a bunch of police at my door.

Hard enough to convince Antje to invite you.

Really? It's your birthday.

That was the only reason she let me. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

Put these on first, okay?

It's a trendy shade of gray right now. It's a mix of slab and granite.

Oh, don't let us interrupt.

I was hoping you'd be on your world tour already.

Not for another two months.

Mmm.

-Great place, Schmitti. - Thank you.

Didn't know you made this much in the pan department.

Household wares. And I'm not a salesman anymore, I'm a sales manager now.

Wow, since when?

-For the last one or two years. -Schmitti, good call on the bidet.

Yeah, yeah, but it's not quite--

Yes--

- -

The place is beautifully decorated, Antje.

Thank you. It was all a team effort. Right, babe?

Oh, yeah. Definitely, yep.

Huh. So this is your room, Schmitti?

Oh my God, Antje?

Wait, you're pregnant? Since when?

Not quite yet.

But I bet we'll be first. You guys are all too scared.

Uh, not so fast there, Antje.

Olli is, uh, already at seven months.

Third trimester. I'm always so hungry. Have to eat for two now.

Leftovers are downstairs.

Mm.

Oh, dude! Got himself a smart home.

Huh.

Oh.

What does this do?

No idea.

The hell happened?

Nothing, just… pressed the screen.

-That's the alarm, you idiot! -My bad.

Shoot…

-Ralf, turn the alarm off already! -I know.

You don't know the code? You installed this thing!

Yeah, but it's still not set up yet.

Find the manual, turn it off! Go!

Ow… Yep, all good!

Hey, honey, uh, these two were outside.

I guess the neighbors called the police for us.

-Find the instructions? -Not yet.

-Then go get it! -Okay.

- -

All good, thank you.

- I'm really sorry about this. -Can I give it a go?

Yes, go ahead, take a look.

- -

Thank you.

The code is 1-2-3-4, like most factory settings.

It reeks of cannabis.

Pff! That's impossible, officer.

What a specimen.

Hey, no need to be embarrassed.

We've all been known to smoke a little ganja after a long day.

Found it!

Hoo.

You got him an enormous weed plant? What's wrong with you guys?

What were you thinking? He doesn't do that anymore.

You might as well be preteen delinquents,

and I don't wanna see you around Ralf again.

Out!

You better take off, guys.

Hm.

Ugh… Schmitti's parties used to be cooler.

Yeah, he's changed so much. A year ago he was still a huge stoner.

Pff. And now he has a townhouse with an ass shower. Thanks to Antje.

Don't you think some part of him actually wants this?

No self-respecting man would live like that.

The guy just missed his opportunity to escape that relationship. That's all.

Well, it's none of our business.

We'll be shipping out soon anyway.

Mm.

Here's to our world tour.

To the best time of our lives.

Mmm.

- Great layout, right? - Wow.

The previous tenant even left some furniture here,

in case you can make use of it.

Wow.

I could have it right away?

Of course.

Perfect.

I'm desperate to move, I share an apartment.

Having roommate problems?

It's not that.

My roommate's incredible.

But, unfortunately, her boyfriend isn't.

-He practically lives with us now. -Got it.

Pees on the top of the seat, eats all your snacks.

It's worse. He's clingy.

She and I can barely hang out anymore without him getting in the way.

Plus, lately he likes to talk about having kids with her

while I'm sitting right there,

so I thought, better get outta there before they kick me to the curb.

Um… be honest, do you think I'll get the apartment?

You can sign for it right now.

Really?

Uh, wow.

S-s-s-stop.

Uh…

I should probably tell you something, just before you sign.

What is it?

The…

-Wait a second. -The apartment…

Uh… I had a stutter as a child.