Kacha Ze (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Episode #1.12 - full transcript
Neighbors, pop music and alcohol, swoop everybody to a colorful millennial night. There they realize that to survive reality, they should watch for each other.
Significant Other
Excuse me..
Want some?
-No, thanks. Can I get through?
Sure. -Thanks.
Want some?
The weirdo from downstairs!
Hi.
-How sweet of you to show up.
Welcome.
Drink up.
I just wanted to ask...
-Drink.
I just...
-First drink, then talk.
No, thanks, I just wanted to ask...
-First drink.
Is it spiked?
-Dunno, maybe.
Drink more.
Now I can hear you out.
-Good, I just wanted to ask...
Welcome to my going away party.
-You're leaving?
Yep, soon.
-Where to?
I'm dying.
Oh...
I'm 27 years old!
Oh.
I'm near the end. -Totally.
-So mingle, have fun.
I just wanted to ask...
-For some more? Gladly. -No.
I just... -Say when. -When.
I just wanted... enough.
I just wanted to ask you
to turn it down a notch.
What?
-The music.
But we're having fun.
-I know, and that's great...
So dance! When was the last time
you danced? It's a party.
It's just that I need to work
and the bass is really pounding
and it's late.
-Late? It's only 11:00 p.m.
It's 10:30... but it's really...
-You could use another drink.
Hey.
-Hey.
See? The whole building is here.
What are you doing here?
-Fine...
Great.
So...?
I came to ask him
to turn it down, but...
Bummer.
-What can I tell you...
He blew you off?
He asked that I stay,
so I couldn't say no.
Cool, mingle.
So, what did I miss?
Nothing.
The girl from "Survivor" was here.
-Which one?
Beats me,
but she was on "Survivor".
It's kinda nice here.
-Yeah, they're cute.
So is drinking from buckets.
Is that the latest trend?
It's like in Thailand. Been there?
-Oh, right.
Cheers.
I hope there're no roofies in this.
Haven't partied in a while.
Wanna walk around?
I think it's best to...
I mean..
Oh, okay.
Go mingle, have fun.
-Thanks. -Cool.
Out of everything I did,
he whines about the typography
as if he ever used the right font.
So he remarks on my fonts,
when it's actually the lettering.
Why do you care
what that douchebag says?
You're right.
What do you think he'll do
after he graduates?
It's not like he's going anywhere...
What will he be, a freelancer?
I bet he'll take a year's break
from art school,
that grouch...
You know what he said
about my presentation? -What?
First of all, he arrived late.
-In mine, too.
He hogged the plotters for an hour,
and got a good review.
We chose the same topic,
mine was deeper by far,
but she didn't like
my previous assignment,
so he leaned into me
and she played along!
She's so negative.
Did she ever give you
a good review?
Once, about
"The Master and Margarita"...
You're going back to year 2,
I mean, ever since?
Don't mind her,
she's so pompous.
Post it on Facebook.
There you'll get a true review.
Like she's done anything in the
last 20 years to show for it. -Yep.
Have you seen her exhibition?
-What a crappy designer.
Pure garbage.
Why can't she say
anything nice?
Have you seen "The Lobster"?
-Yeah, what a film!
Wanna try Arak?
Okay.
-Okay.
Wanna do a shot?
-A shot?
You know what a shot is?
-Yes. -Okay.
Let's do a shot.
-Okay. -Let's go.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Well?
-It's completely different.
Isn't it? -It's crazy.
-Now I'm buzzing.
Are you up for one more?
-Yes, are you?
I have to be.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
And one for good luck.
Let's go. -Up for it?
-Yep.
You're strong.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
You know, alcohol is very acidic.
Once it enters your body,
it releases the hydrogen ion
so you're left with strong acid.
Insane.
-It really is.
Then it goes to the liver,
where an enzyme
breaks it down
to a material
called Acetaldehyde,
which is a very dangerous
and cancerous toxin.
It runs through your body,
along with the acid,
and simply eats your insides.
You know what that means?
What?
-That we're at a point where,
in order to communicate
with each other,
we have to give ourselves
deadly cancer.
We have to choose
whether to be sick or lonely.
Loneliness is also a type
of disease, so...
you choose your disease.
I see you're the one in charge
of the good vibes here.
Look, the truth hurts
and I'm a messenger of the truth.
It's a heavy price
I'm willing to pay.
Just what I thought
when I bought a Prada jacket.
You're really cool.
I wish my parents were like that.
You're so awesome.
I mean it.
No wonder Mano turned out
this cool.
Who's Mano?
You're not... Mano's mom?
No, I'm the downstairs neighbor.
Oh...
Okay.
Great, so there's no taboo.
No taboo?
Yes. You know, it's not cool
to sleep with your friend's mom.
Though I must say
it kinda turned me on.
But not just that.
-My amazing beauty as well?
No, it's my own thing,
I have mommy issues.
My friends call me a pervert,
but I like it.
And if I like it,
then it's not perverted.
It's where the world is headed,
where everything's accepted.
So, what do you say?
About what?
You know, you live downstairs
and I'm done here.
Where's the bathroom?
-So is that a yes?
Oh, there it is.
Should I join you?
-No.
Will you think about it?
Whatever I tell her,
she turns it to herself.
How it happened to her too,
how it affected her...
She's pure trash.
You know
what she told me at the cafe?
Did you notice
she's at every cafe?
Yeah!
Hogging every workspace
with her laptop...
God forbid
she should work at home.
With those awful legwarmers...
Hope she chokes on them.
-Totally.
You from the art school?
Yes, 3rd year, graphic design.
I work with the school a lot.
What do you do?
I'm in furniture.
Industrial design?
Kinda.
I bet working with machines
and materials is so different.
Our work is super-sterile.
So what are you working on?
I work with chairs.
You're so lucky to be doing
something practical.
After trying so hard
to stand out,
it must be refreshing
to just see a simple chair.
Yep.
Never thought of it that way.
I found a 1950's chair on the street,
wanna see it?
Sure.
I figured we could drop it
from your balcony
and then cast it back together.
Here, look.
What do you think?
Nice.
It'll break nicely, right?
Very nice.
If it's from the 50s,
then it's made of teak wood,
which is stronger and fuller.
It's also held up with dovetails,
unlike IKEA chairs,
so it'll break into pieces,
not just disconnect.
What floor is the apartment?
2nd floor, but it's high up.
You can also predetermine
where it'll break
by drilling small holes...
Wow, what a great idea!
We're so lucky we met you,
it's genius!
So what project
are you working on?
We just won a very big tender
for Social Security.
Meaning?
They had a tender
for a large order.
I appreciate when people
don't go for a custom made design
and think broader.
We need more people
who put design
at the forefront of daily life.
It's the same chairs
they have at the art school.
But don't you custom design
by need?
No, I'm an importer,
for the most part.
You're not a designer?
No, not really. We have a
family business, "A Million Chairs".
All the chairs
in your cafeteria are ours.
What's so funny?
You're kidding right?
I swear.
But why is that funny?
No offense,
but only cats sit on your chairs.
Yes, only cats!
It's the crappiest area ever.
Is that so?
-Don't take it to heart.
I don't care.
I actually wanted to...
I thought about doing my own thing
once, to design something original,
creative,
like a chair or something...
I also considered studying art,
but the business and life
pull you in...
You know.
How would they know anything,
these two?
Sitting there, all cute and cool,
but one day you won't be cute
and cool, you know why?
Because.
Why?
Who knows.
And everyone you ridicule,
everyone you find pathetic
is exactly who you'll become.
Wow, how dark.
Yes,
that was really simplistic.
I don't ridicule anyone,
it's just that criticizing
is a lot more stimulating.
Of course.
Well, this became bleak.
Yeah.
Good luck.
-Thanks.
I feel so sorry for you,
knowing what's coming your way.
What?
Am I not right?
So full of themselves.
They tried so hard to dress unique,
they ended up looking the same.
Like my Romanian
high school teacher, Luminitza.
But you should've done that.
-Do what?
You know..
You're not their type.
You don't have a film at a festival,
never wrote a poem, and you don't DJ
at "The Treasure Club".
What's that?
Just for that question
they'd have gotten up and left.
Besides,
these girls don't put out.
So I've read. It's true!
-Whatever.
Their generation
has the most virgins ever.
Fine.
Want some?
Look how pretty
these youngsters are.
Everyone under 28 is pretty.
Even the ugly girls.
I made such a mistake
getting married at that age...
Wasted all my sperm on one woman.
-What?
What can I tell you...
Relax, they also
hate themselves now,
and by the time they realize there's
no reason to, there'll be one.
How did we end up being
the oldest folks in the room?
How embarrassing, huh?
Soon they'll put us out
to pasture.
Yep...
Listen, we must look out
for each another,
it's the only way
we'll survive.
Okay.
-I mean it.
We're old,
the only old people here,
and if they're on to us, we're toast.
Look young,
it's the only way to survive.
You do the same.
-I'll try.
Me too.
-Okay.
What? -What?
-What? -What?
Excuse me..
Want some?
-No, thanks. Can I get through?
Sure. -Thanks.
Want some?
The weirdo from downstairs!
Hi.
-How sweet of you to show up.
Welcome.
Drink up.
I just wanted to ask...
-Drink.
I just...
-First drink, then talk.
No, thanks, I just wanted to ask...
-First drink.
Is it spiked?
-Dunno, maybe.
Drink more.
Now I can hear you out.
-Good, I just wanted to ask...
Welcome to my going away party.
-You're leaving?
Yep, soon.
-Where to?
I'm dying.
Oh...
I'm 27 years old!
Oh.
I'm near the end. -Totally.
-So mingle, have fun.
I just wanted to ask...
-For some more? Gladly. -No.
I just... -Say when. -When.
I just wanted... enough.
I just wanted to ask you
to turn it down a notch.
What?
-The music.
But we're having fun.
-I know, and that's great...
So dance! When was the last time
you danced? It's a party.
It's just that I need to work
and the bass is really pounding
and it's late.
-Late? It's only 11:00 p.m.
It's 10:30... but it's really...
-You could use another drink.
Hey.
-Hey.
See? The whole building is here.
What are you doing here?
-Fine...
Great.
So...?
I came to ask him
to turn it down, but...
Bummer.
-What can I tell you...
He blew you off?
He asked that I stay,
so I couldn't say no.
Cool, mingle.
So, what did I miss?
Nothing.
The girl from "Survivor" was here.
-Which one?
Beats me,
but she was on "Survivor".
It's kinda nice here.
-Yeah, they're cute.
So is drinking from buckets.
Is that the latest trend?
It's like in Thailand. Been there?
-Oh, right.
Cheers.
I hope there're no roofies in this.
Haven't partied in a while.
Wanna walk around?
I think it's best to...
I mean..
Oh, okay.
Go mingle, have fun.
-Thanks. -Cool.
Out of everything I did,
he whines about the typography
as if he ever used the right font.
So he remarks on my fonts,
when it's actually the lettering.
Why do you care
what that douchebag says?
You're right.
What do you think he'll do
after he graduates?
It's not like he's going anywhere...
What will he be, a freelancer?
I bet he'll take a year's break
from art school,
that grouch...
You know what he said
about my presentation? -What?
First of all, he arrived late.
-In mine, too.
He hogged the plotters for an hour,
and got a good review.
We chose the same topic,
mine was deeper by far,
but she didn't like
my previous assignment,
so he leaned into me
and she played along!
She's so negative.
Did she ever give you
a good review?
Once, about
"The Master and Margarita"...
You're going back to year 2,
I mean, ever since?
Don't mind her,
she's so pompous.
Post it on Facebook.
There you'll get a true review.
Like she's done anything in the
last 20 years to show for it. -Yep.
Have you seen her exhibition?
-What a crappy designer.
Pure garbage.
Why can't she say
anything nice?
Have you seen "The Lobster"?
-Yeah, what a film!
Wanna try Arak?
Okay.
-Okay.
Wanna do a shot?
-A shot?
You know what a shot is?
-Yes. -Okay.
Let's do a shot.
-Okay. -Let's go.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Well?
-It's completely different.
Isn't it? -It's crazy.
-Now I'm buzzing.
Are you up for one more?
-Yes, are you?
I have to be.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
And one for good luck.
Let's go. -Up for it?
-Yep.
You're strong.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
You know, alcohol is very acidic.
Once it enters your body,
it releases the hydrogen ion
so you're left with strong acid.
Insane.
-It really is.
Then it goes to the liver,
where an enzyme
breaks it down
to a material
called Acetaldehyde,
which is a very dangerous
and cancerous toxin.
It runs through your body,
along with the acid,
and simply eats your insides.
You know what that means?
What?
-That we're at a point where,
in order to communicate
with each other,
we have to give ourselves
deadly cancer.
We have to choose
whether to be sick or lonely.
Loneliness is also a type
of disease, so...
you choose your disease.
I see you're the one in charge
of the good vibes here.
Look, the truth hurts
and I'm a messenger of the truth.
It's a heavy price
I'm willing to pay.
Just what I thought
when I bought a Prada jacket.
You're really cool.
I wish my parents were like that.
You're so awesome.
I mean it.
No wonder Mano turned out
this cool.
Who's Mano?
You're not... Mano's mom?
No, I'm the downstairs neighbor.
Oh...
Okay.
Great, so there's no taboo.
No taboo?
Yes. You know, it's not cool
to sleep with your friend's mom.
Though I must say
it kinda turned me on.
But not just that.
-My amazing beauty as well?
No, it's my own thing,
I have mommy issues.
My friends call me a pervert,
but I like it.
And if I like it,
then it's not perverted.
It's where the world is headed,
where everything's accepted.
So, what do you say?
About what?
You know, you live downstairs
and I'm done here.
Where's the bathroom?
-So is that a yes?
Oh, there it is.
Should I join you?
-No.
Will you think about it?
Whatever I tell her,
she turns it to herself.
How it happened to her too,
how it affected her...
She's pure trash.
You know
what she told me at the cafe?
Did you notice
she's at every cafe?
Yeah!
Hogging every workspace
with her laptop...
God forbid
she should work at home.
With those awful legwarmers...
Hope she chokes on them.
-Totally.
You from the art school?
Yes, 3rd year, graphic design.
I work with the school a lot.
What do you do?
I'm in furniture.
Industrial design?
Kinda.
I bet working with machines
and materials is so different.
Our work is super-sterile.
So what are you working on?
I work with chairs.
You're so lucky to be doing
something practical.
After trying so hard
to stand out,
it must be refreshing
to just see a simple chair.
Yep.
Never thought of it that way.
I found a 1950's chair on the street,
wanna see it?
Sure.
I figured we could drop it
from your balcony
and then cast it back together.
Here, look.
What do you think?
Nice.
It'll break nicely, right?
Very nice.
If it's from the 50s,
then it's made of teak wood,
which is stronger and fuller.
It's also held up with dovetails,
unlike IKEA chairs,
so it'll break into pieces,
not just disconnect.
What floor is the apartment?
2nd floor, but it's high up.
You can also predetermine
where it'll break
by drilling small holes...
Wow, what a great idea!
We're so lucky we met you,
it's genius!
So what project
are you working on?
We just won a very big tender
for Social Security.
Meaning?
They had a tender
for a large order.
I appreciate when people
don't go for a custom made design
and think broader.
We need more people
who put design
at the forefront of daily life.
It's the same chairs
they have at the art school.
But don't you custom design
by need?
No, I'm an importer,
for the most part.
You're not a designer?
No, not really. We have a
family business, "A Million Chairs".
All the chairs
in your cafeteria are ours.
What's so funny?
You're kidding right?
I swear.
But why is that funny?
No offense,
but only cats sit on your chairs.
Yes, only cats!
It's the crappiest area ever.
Is that so?
-Don't take it to heart.
I don't care.
I actually wanted to...
I thought about doing my own thing
once, to design something original,
creative,
like a chair or something...
I also considered studying art,
but the business and life
pull you in...
You know.
How would they know anything,
these two?
Sitting there, all cute and cool,
but one day you won't be cute
and cool, you know why?
Because.
Why?
Who knows.
And everyone you ridicule,
everyone you find pathetic
is exactly who you'll become.
Wow, how dark.
Yes,
that was really simplistic.
I don't ridicule anyone,
it's just that criticizing
is a lot more stimulating.
Of course.
Well, this became bleak.
Yeah.
Good luck.
-Thanks.
I feel so sorry for you,
knowing what's coming your way.
What?
Am I not right?
So full of themselves.
They tried so hard to dress unique,
they ended up looking the same.
Like my Romanian
high school teacher, Luminitza.
But you should've done that.
-Do what?
You know..
You're not their type.
You don't have a film at a festival,
never wrote a poem, and you don't DJ
at "The Treasure Club".
What's that?
Just for that question
they'd have gotten up and left.
Besides,
these girls don't put out.
So I've read. It's true!
-Whatever.
Their generation
has the most virgins ever.
Fine.
Want some?
Look how pretty
these youngsters are.
Everyone under 28 is pretty.
Even the ugly girls.
I made such a mistake
getting married at that age...
Wasted all my sperm on one woman.
-What?
What can I tell you...
Relax, they also
hate themselves now,
and by the time they realize there's
no reason to, there'll be one.
How did we end up being
the oldest folks in the room?
How embarrassing, huh?
Soon they'll put us out
to pasture.
Yep...
Listen, we must look out
for each another,
it's the only way
we'll survive.
Okay.
-I mean it.
We're old,
the only old people here,
and if they're on to us, we're toast.
Look young,
it's the only way to survive.
You do the same.
-I'll try.
Me too.
-Okay.
What? -What?
-What? -What?