St. Pauli was a gathering place
for all the daydreamers and night owls.
For those who wanted to get lost.
Who couldn't handle life elsewhere.
We had all run away from something.
Pigs!
Gotten mixed up in something.
We all had a story.
-I'm off duty. Don't worry. -Why are you here?
Your daughter is in St. Pauli.
She works at Flamingo.
But what matters, is what you make of your life. Right?
They treated us like dirt.
But now we were a cartel.
One thing was missing.
We need a name.
Hey, fuck buns. Everything all right?
Why? It's funny. Nutella gang because of the spread.
So we called ourselves The Nutella Gang.
THE PIMP
Hello, gents.
-It's about time. Good evening. -Hi.
-Good evening. -My lady.
So these little dicks kicked your ass?
Jutta.
This is for pimps, not whores.
Times change, you know.
You mustn't be complacent. Someone might pass you.
Come on, Beatle.
It's water under the bridge. The young ones deserve a chance.
Plus, competition is good for business. Right, Mischa?
Well, Wilfried.
If you want to give us some competition, you gotta do better...
than these punks.
Eros Center is just the beginning.
Did you hear that? Look out, or they'll take over the Chikago.
I think the boys know how to behave.
-Money on the table. -Where are my cards?
-I need cards. -Only real pimps get cards, you minion.
What is that supposed to mean? I am no minion.
You don't even have any cunts of your own.
At least our colleague has a fuckbox.
How is it with Jutta? Cocks still come to that scarecrow?
He jerks off to Adrian from Rocky.
Klaus, put your dog on a leash.
That's enough!
Leave the adults alone until you learn how to behave.
How stupid can you be? We looked like complete fools.
And do you know why? Because you lost your cool, idiot.
Stop it. That doesn't help us either.
She is a whore. That is a gathering of pimps, not whores.
Are you Beatle's parrot now?
Are you crazy?
-Calm down. -Piss off, you toad.
-Kindergarten. -Isn't that Beatle's whore?
Jutta is now with the blond guy.
Klaus Barkowsky.
Put your feet down.
That's real leather.
They are up to something.
You stay here.
These idiots!
-Hey, stop! -I'm just saying...
Threesome?
The Eros was a fuck farm. The largest brothel in the city.
You could rake it in if you knew how to win over the johns.
Oh, sorry.
Do you work here, mam?
For 50 marks, you tempted them upstairs. But that was just the start.
Before you went to the room,
you took them to the bar for overpriced drinks.
You look like a man who likes a good whisky.
The meter kept running though.
Often the johns were broke before they could even get their dick out.
It was a rip-off, a fucking con job.
Good business for the girls as long as they didn't rack up debts.
If you use the room, you pay for it. No matter which bed you are in.
House debt meant trouble.
And that's one thing no one wanted at Eros, trouble.
If you can't behave, you leave.
It was like a casino.
The house always won.
It's like a fish market.
Well, the girls have to work hard for their money.
This hole of a brothel is killing me.
I can't take it anymore. It's bad for my soul.
I want a place people are keen to come to. Without being lured.
And then we rip them off. That's sad.
We sell the best fucking product in the world.
We sell love. Amore!
And we serve it up like a day-old fish sandwich.
At Chikago, we were treated like goddesses.
The Chikago... Chikago this! Chikago that!
I want to be better than the Chikago.
I want the world's coolest brothel. With the world's hottest chicks.
We have to redo it all.
-Klaus, this is a shitty idea. -You don't have to do anything.
I don't want to ask my brother for money.
Like I said, I do the talking.
-He can't say more than no. -It's not that easy.
Yes, it's that easy.
You know what?
-Fortune favors the bold. -I fucked his wife.
Andy.
Hi.
I need your apron back.
Your work clothing.
It's not yours. When you quit, you return it.
I threw it out. It reeked like a whale's cunt.
Do you have to smoke all the time?
Sadly the cake burnt.
Milk for you, Andy?
Okay, let's hear it. What's your brilliant business idea?
Do you know the Eros Center in St. Pauli? We got a stake in it.
-What? The brothel? -Yes.
The largest brothel in the world. And I want it to be the nicest.
Our floor that is. It will be in a class of its own. Luxury!
The johns will beat down our doors. We just need some seed money.
So we can spiff up the place.
Art, chandeliers, fancy furniture, the gold trim.
And that's where you come in.
You've got balls, kid.
Let him finish.
Is it my money he wants or yours?
Cream, anyone?
Listen.
We're in the oldest business in the world. People always fuck.
On our floor,
there are 30 girls.
And when business is booming, each one of them makes around
six thousand per day.
Easy-peasy, all in our pockets.
Andy! Can you come and help me?
I can't reach the dispenser.
-Andy? -Good heavens, go and help her already.
Is it your place or is he involved?
It's all good. All clear. You don't have to worry about him.
I don't worry about him, I worry about my money.
Listen, Andy is a real hothead.
Everything he touches is fucked...
How dumb are you to ask the stingiest man on earth for money?
I know. I told Klaus it was a dumb idea.
And...
Whose idea was the brothel?
I thought, you quit working for Rainer so you could become a boxer.
I quit
because I was sick of breaking my back for that dickhead.
And I will become a boxer. You'll see.
And...
since you're a pimp now...
do you now have a girl on every finger?
You promised me that I'm the only one.
Birgit Horn...
You are married.
Right. Just like all the men who come to your brothel.
Don't be so uptight.
Hey, stop spying.
I'll give you the money, but no one can know. Got it?
I want nothing to do with your smut.
And I get the money back with 20% interest.
That's great.
Andy! Andy! Andy!
Beat the hell out of it.
Have a good night.
Klaus built a temple with Rainer's money.
And the women were his priestesses.
The best girls in the city were no longer at Chikago,
we had them.
Conny, are you waiting for the bus? Show some initiative!
-Do it for 30. Go! -I tried that.
The new place did not just attract new clients, but also new women.
I thought I'd check Rainer's investment.
-Does he know you are here? -Should I tell him?
She had Andy in her power in less than two minutes.
The poor guy had no idea what he got himself into.
We could get a room, too. And pretend you are my pimp.
Pimp?
Birgit fucked the johns and jealousy fucked with Andy's head.
Can't you put some clothes on? You'll catch a cold.
Andy, just stop listening in.
The intercom is just for my safety.
I don't get why you're doing this!
Because I want to.
Nobody wants to do this. It's slavery.
Continuous torture.
Not for me, it isn't.
Shit, it's late. I have to get Benny from school.
Hi, gorgeous.
-I almost didn't recognize you. -Mind your fucking business.
Very ladylike.
-What's your name? -Bernd.
No. Your real name.
-Linda. -Nice to meet you.
Do your friends actually know?
Do your friends know?
How are the injections going?
It was tricky at first, but now it's okay.
Goddam, Bernd, can't you help me carry this shit?
Your mom is raking it in cleaning our sheets.
So come on. Some service, please.
You're all set then. Thank you. Have a good day.
I'd hope so.
Do you know her?
No, why? She is a customer.
Did you see those huge hands? I'd hate to meet her in the ring.
Yes.
What did she give you?
Nothing.
She gave you her number.
You old flirt. Show me!
Dirt!
What's this?
Hormones?
You want to put on muscle now that you're a pimp!
-Yes. -Stay away from hormones.
-It'll shrink your dick. -I forgot.
If you want muscle, you have to sweat.
So...
Come on, Bernd! The work won't do itself.
You sing so well.
Don't you hate getting naked in front of everyone?
No.
-Just no? -Yes.
It's just a show. That's not me.
If you could choose who you were, who would you be?
-She is so square. -So?
I am also square.
Really.
She did everything right.
Know how long her veil was?
Seven meters!
And the husband?
That Charles guy. He's totally gross.
Yes. That's right.
Men are always a bit gross.
-Really? -Yes.
They are so rough, swollen, beardy and bristly.
Women are somehow...
Look at you.
Everything about you is perfect.
Your lashes are so long.
-Where is the rest? -I'll have it next week.
What does he want? We are closed.
He's getting the money.
Did you think this is Ilse's place?
She is just another cog.
Eventually the money goes to Frida Schulz.
You have 'til next week.
He's the boss of everything. Including this asshole down there.
-Got it? -Yes, I got it.
This week didn't go as well as usual.
-Ilse must know it, too. -Manu!
Come on down here. I have to talk to you.
You should hurry. She is in a bad mood.
Hey, songbird.
We have to talk, my girl.
You know, I like you, right?
But you've racked up some debt.
3,000 in back rent?
But I worked the entire time.
Yes, and I paid you the whole time.
Yes, but I thought the room was included.
And water flows down the Elbe.
The bit you make at the bar won't pay your rent.
The real money is earned up there.
I won't dance. Never.
Then I guess you have to go back to the orphanage.
Or you can roll your sleeping bag out on the sidewalk.
Hi.
-Hello, neighbor. -Hi, Mischa.
It's been a bit noisy lately.
Yes, first the renovation and then the johns storm the place. Thousands.
What can I do?
-It would be nice if things calmed down. -Yes.
It's important to be a good neighbor.
Of course, boss.
And by the way...
These are GMBH spaces. Right in front of the entrance.
Park you car further back there in future.
Hey, I did not see any signs.
Klaus, Klaus, Klaus...
I have the feeling you are making fun of me.
Well…
Speaking of fun...
I have an invitation for you.
We are having a launch party. You have to come.
You must come, Mischa.
Klaus never wanted to run any old brothel in St. Pauli.
Look, it's Klaus.
What he wanted was a party that would never end.
That night, Klaus pulled St. Pauli from the gutter.
He gave us a place in the spotlight.
-Pinch me, is that really him? -That's him.
That's him.
Oh, look.
The later it gets... Welcome!
Congratulations.
Beatle!
Fancy meeting you here!
You know, I've been wondering.
Really. I wake up in the morning pondering...
I get in my car, come to work, do my thing...
And it's always the same question.
Jutta, right?
She was with you for all these years. Nothing happened.
And then she comes to me...
and gives me everything you can see here. Everything.
And so I wonder...
Why is that?
Two Calimocho!
What a circus!
I thought you like a circus!
You look beautiful, my friends.
-Klaus! -What's a party without guests?
I'll get to the point.
I just wanted to say we are here now and we have come to stay.
And now drop the curtain!
-Klaus! -Look over here!
Stop, stop, stop.
Where do you want me to go?
-Move over. -To the left.
-More to the left. -Thank you.
-What? -Klaus!
-Get out of the picture. -Out.
What does he mean?
Go away. Come on!
Your boy really made something of himself. You have to hand it to you two.
You took him to task for your vendetta against Beatle.
No vendetta, it's a party.
I want to give you a piece of friendly advice.
Never forget your place.
And not just you, Jutta. That also applies to Klaus.
-Why are you talking to Schulz? -Business.
Listen to me!
My job is to protect Klaus from the GMBH. But also from chicks like you.
You behave as if you are the boss here. And that pisses me off.
But let me tell you something right now. You are also just one of his whores.
You should take care of your girl. She is horny again.
-Andy? -What are you doing?
Hands off!
-Shit, get out of here. -Get lost.
Get out!
Even Frida Schulz came!
I know.
Everyone saw what you've conjured up here.
What we've conjured up.
At school we had this teacher.
A complete asshole.
Complete old Nazi.
Every day he had a go at Bernd. It was horrible.
That his mother is a traitor because she fucked a Black GI.
And, and, and.
This went on for months.
And one day...
the little Andreas gets up, walks up to the blackboard,
grabs the wooden set square and beats him up in front of the class.
Andy was expelled for that.
But the guy never insulted Bernd again. Never again.
I thought that Andy was the best friend you could have.
But maybe, I got it...
I got it wrong.
Maybe he is just...
not right in the head.
What's going on?
Get out of the way.
Oh no!
Shit, guys! Have they gone completely insane?
The GMBH torched your Benz?
Then we torch their cars.
-So you torch their cars. Then what? -Then we burn down their floor!
Which is in the same building as ours.
-You always think you know better. -Stop it.
-Andy, stop it. -Use your brain
instead of just thrashing around blindly.
Spit it out. What do we do now?
We go to Frida Schulz, he cares about business.
And we do great business. Better than the GMBH.
-She is right. -Andy is thrashing the GMBH.
He is going totally berserk!
Andy.
What's the matter with you?
Police!
Penguin march around the block.
Did Schulz not explain the rules to you?
Get lost.
We don't talk to the pigs!
Why are you wasting your time playing with some young punks?
-I don't need a lecture, Wolf. -Your child is here.
My child? Only mine?
Save the bullshit for your wife. Give her my regards, too.
We will be back tomorrow. And you know why, pig?
Because we have connections! I'll get the best lawyers in the city!
I'll get the best lawyers.
What was that all about?
Do you want to destroy everything?
Well, Klaus. At least I'm doing something.
While you count the money upstairs and the old lady spreads her legs,
I'm watching your backs.
-Where would you be without me? -You can't control yourself.
You are like my brother.
You also think that I fuck up everything.
Of course.
Or don't you?
But that's over now.
I won't let you destroy this.
Once we're out, you're gone.
Why aren't we going to the station?
They're taking us to court.
The Nutella Gang caused trouble at Eros. Ever since they moved in.
Today, they attacked us on our own floor.
The GMBH demands that their floor is shut down. Immediately.
You fuckers torched my ride! My car!
Everyone, calm down. We'll settle this as always.
Fight. Hand-to-hand.
If the Nutella Gang wins...
then they are accepted from now on.
No ifs and buts.
If you lose, then you piss off.
You will be banned from St. Pauli... Forever!
Is this Bonanza? We had a deal. It's our floor!
I'll do it. I'll fight for us.
Great.
Finally not just a talker, but someone with balls.
-Who will represent the GMBH? -We nominate Gerd Glissmann.
Klaus, I can do it. I'll kick his ass.
-I'll train harder than I ever have. -All set then.
-In the kitchen in five minutes. -What?
Why the kitchen?
It's easier to mop up his blood.
Glissmann is old. Look at him. He has dentures.
You are in your prime, right?
He's more experienced, but that's not important.
Don't let him intimidate you. He's ice cold! Don't let him trick you.
Shut your trap. You're freaking me out.
I'll do this for us. I do it for us. Now get lost.
Look at me!
Just get angry. Then nobody can beat you.
-You know I believe in you. -Klaus! Get lost.
Sure, I am leaving.
You've got this.
Just get angry!
Jutta.
My door is open.
After the fight.
Thank you.
Your piss bull doesn't stand a chance.
Glissmann!
GMBH!
Or death!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
That's against the rules.
-Foul play! -Get lost!
There are no rules!
You're the greatest of them all!
Great job!
Your winner!
Number one!
I will never forget this!
You wanted to kick me out. I will never forget that either.
Yes! Yes!
You'll see. It's not that bad.
Just imagine you get naked for your boyfriend.
I never had a real boyfriend.
What's with the stumbling? Take your tits out!
Take your top off, girl!
What am I paying for?
When I look up from my pillow
I dream you are there
With me
Though you are far away
I know you'll always be near
To me
I go to sleep
And imagine that you're there with me
I go to sleep
And imagine that you're there with me
I look around me
And feel you are ever so close
To me
Each tear that falls from my eye
Brings back memories of you
To me
I go to sleep
And imagine that you're there with me
I go to sleep
And imagine that you're there with me
I was wrong
I will cry I will love you 'til the day I die
You alone, you alone And no one else
You were meant for me
When morning comes again
I have the loneliness you
Left me
I go to sleep
And imagine that you're there with me