Life's a Glitch with Julien Bam

A NETFLIX SERIES

Where am I?

Hello?

Anyone here?

Whose crappy flat is this?

TAXI DRIVER'S LICENSE

What the fuck?

What the hell? Where are my tattoos?

I had no clue what happened!

But what's there to say when you suddenly lose everything?

Life's a...

The evening before, the world was still fine.

I mean, I was at my own award party, after all.

Fresh Personality of the Year winner. Julien Bam.

And I also cracked five million followers.

At that point, I was sure that this life would go on forever.

Always giving 100%. Always being online. Never shying away from deadlines.

Everything for the fans. And hey, it worked.

I had finally won the most important award in this industry.

It just couldn't get any better.

Well, my best buddy Joon disagreed with me though.

"I'm Julien Bam! Personality of the Year!"

What are you doing here on your own, anyway?

Don't you want to celebrate yourself and your influencer Oscar?

They're all here because of you.

It's a total small-talk minefield in here.

- Cool speech, Ju. - I'll be there in a second.

I have, by the way, the perfect place for your award.

Where?

On your glass cabinet.

Where I keep my Power Ranger?

I knew it! That is my golden Power Ranger!

You will get shit.

That is my signed Power Ranger limited edition. It is mine.

- But you know half of it belongs to me. - Why does it suddenly belong to you?

Because I sent you the link.

Yeah, you sent me the link, but I bought it.

Come on, you will replace one golden statue with another.

It doesn't work like that. It has value to me.

A personal value.

Stop annoying me. There are enough annoying people here.

Not to mention your creepy restaurant mascot.

Hey, your best friend is here as well.

Shit. Diego.

- I hate this guy so much! - Then why did you invite him?

I didn't. Must have been my management.

- Hey. Can we take a selfie? - Sure.

- Thank you! - You're welcome.

Just a moment.

Have I already told you about Clara?

The girl of my dreams.

Ever since she shared her sandwich with me in grade school,

I knew she was the one.

Diego!

I'm Joon.

Just in case you're famous one day.

Joon!

- Come here! - What's up?

Why didn't you tell me that Clara works at your place?

She doesn't. I guess my father just hired her as a hostess for tonight.

We need to rescue Clara from this sleazebag.

Help me keep those influencers off my back. Let's go.

Go.

Whoa!

Careful, my dear.

If you slightly sand off slippery soles they'll have more grip.

- Will do, thank you. - You're welcome.

Ju, hey! Dude, thanks for the invitation.

Sure.

I'm glad you're here.

Not.

Sure. I've even postponed my mountaineering tour.

Ah, so you also do mountaineering?

Only the Zugspitze. I'll do Everest in summer.

My alpacas can't stay alone for so long in the spring, you know?

Mmm.

By the way, dude, congratulations on the award.

No one deserves it more than you.

Cool, thanks.

Well, I must say,

after the last few months of working so hard, we were in a tunnel...

Tim, dude! Hey!

He's so cool.

Damn.

I think your dad is looking for you.

In return for letting us use his restaurant for the party,

I promised him that you would do a bit of work.

Joon?

- Hey, Ju. Do you have some time for us? - Actually, no.

We're really big fans! But it's not about that.

We developed a new product: the Smell-o-bot 5G Deluxe.

And you would be perfect for the campaign!

Oh, shit. The alcohol is kicking in.

What are you looking at? Stick to your tail!

A device that identifies and neutralizes odors.

A nose?

Hmm. Smell-o-bot 5G.

- Why 5G? - That's the technology of the future, man!

Sending large amounts of data from A to B.

Or smart AI robots. Just like the Smell-o-bot.

And every Smell-o-bot is connected worldwide

to share data in real time with each other.

Very, nice. Really cool. But I think I'm the wrong guy for that.

You only have to do 20 posts and three videos. You could really help us.

- We have the perfect plan... - Hey, Ju!

Sorry, guys, I have to excuse Julien.

We have a little problem in the kitchen. Sorry!

You looked like you could use some fresh air.

Thank you!

I brought us something.

Spicy Mexicans?

Well, we haven't seen each other in a long time,

so think of it as a celebratory drink for your award.

We were the only ones who loved that stuff!

Everyone was like, "How can you drink this stuff all evening?"

- And we were drinking it the whole time. - Too bad nothing came of our bar idea.

Mexican shots at different spice levels. That would be the shit!

And whoever can drink the spiciest one should be immortalized in a book.

"The Book of Crazy Motherfuckers."

Would have been nice.

But, hey, now you're the Personality of the Year.

That's pretty nice, too.

- Actually, I don't care about awards. - You don't?

No, my name is not Diego.

- Are you jealous? - No...

Fuck Diego.

I missed this. That carefree feeling back then.

The two of us outside at the prom, sitting on the wall.

That's also where we took off with the drinks, left the others.

Very simple. No fancy-pants stuff or nothing.

That was kind of nice.

When we said goodbye,

I walked extra slowly because I was hoping you'd ask me out.

I did ask you out...

- Maybe a bit too quietly. - "Hey, Clara, up for a date?"

- No reaction. I'm still waiting. - What a pity.

- If only I had heard you. - Then I'll ask again.

Okay.

Hey, Clara.

Wanna go out on a date?

Maybe.

Ju!

Ju! Ju! Ju!

Hey, Clara.

- Will you drive me home? - Joon, bad timing.

Drive me home!

It's okay. I have to get back to work anyway.

Uh, but if you happen to be at Café Millowitsch tomorrow...

Let's say 10:00 a.m.?

Who knows, maybe I'll be there.

Oh, fuck!

- Can I drink that? - No. You're already drunk.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Trust fall.

Party...

Hey, sit down in the passenger seat. Get some fresh air.

No, the star never sits next to the driver.

I'm the star.

You... are the driver.

Taxi Julien.

- Let's play some music. - Party!

10:00 a.m., Café Millowitsch.

Isn't it great, man?

Personality of the Year, a date with Clara.

And both in one evening!

Whoa!

In that moment, the universe must have thought,

"Fuck it." And suddenly, there was a stranger in my car.

It wasn't me anymore.

And the person next to me was no longer Joon.

Although they had the same face.

Good morning, Julien! This will be a good day, rise and shine.

- Nothing will faze you today. - Hello?

- You will take on any challenge. - Anyone here?

Don't let anyone irritate you. The people who are mean to you

are just compensating for their own insecurities.

- Always remember, money isn't everything... - Whose crappy flat is this?

Say yes to life! Say no to drugs!

Except for medical drugs. They're good.

What the fuck?

And if you ever get off track, Julien, stop the meter and hit the brakes.

Only those who continue in the wrong direction

are guaranteed to miss their destination. So put it in reverse and...

Call Joon.

Calling Mom.

Shit, not Mom, Joon! Call Joon...

Julchen!

Julchen?

Hi, Mom, I'm just... I'm a little busy right now.

So nice to hear from you. Everything okay, my son?

Ah, just a little off track. Listen, did Joon call you?

Joon who?

Well, Joon, our Joon, the guy who stayed with us forever.

With us? Joon?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Did you get the bank transfer?

- What the fuck? Where are my tattoos? - Julchen.

Are you still there?

Actually, I've lost track of all your weird friends.

You should find yourself a girlfriend instead.