01x03 - Love and Capital

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Only four weeks until Oktoberfest.

This is moving much too slow.

How long until you get the crate up there?

Hey! Speed up the engine,

for crying out loud!

It's at maximum.

Dammit.

That's better.

Watch it!

-What's going on there?

-What is it?

What's going on?

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

I hope that's the only one.

Every major structure takes its toll.

Yes.

Finally!

Is the soup hot? It must be hot.

It's very hot.

I'll call the doctor.

That won't be necessary.

It's just an upset stomach.

I'll await your report.

Too hot.

Disgusting.

I'm not hungry.

Nausea?

When was your last period?

None of your business.

In Nuremberg. Why?

How dare you?

Congratulations!

This could only happen to me.

-I thought the vinegar would…

-It's not guaranteed.

And now?

There's only one way.

Stop it.

Otherwise your life is over.

Gentlemen.

Prank was only able

to keep his intentions secret

as long as he had time to do so.

Now the cat's out of the bag.

And we will react.

There will be new legislation stating

that only beer from Munich

may be served at Oktoberfest.

We'll take the shortest official channels.

I seriously doubt that such legislation

will come into effect

before Oktoberfest.

It can't be in the magistrate's interest

to have any brewery

from every jerkwater town

selling their piss at Oktoberfest!

My lawyers have looked into the case.

The matter is urgent.

Due to the balance of power at this table,

it'll most likely be granted.

I'm offering to take care

of this matter.

With your permission, of course.

Yes.

Take care of it.

Grab the Prussian by the throat

and squeeze until he chokes, okay?

I think we can agree

that one stickler at the table

is enough, right?

This must be a g*dd*mn joke!

It isn't, unfortunately.

The news will be released this afternoon.

Can't this wait until after the Wiesn?

I'm afraid my options are limited.

Then what will you do?

I've already managed to get you

the building permit.

What good is that without the beer?

Unbelievable! Only beer from Munich?

The magistrate doesn't want to upset

the large breweries.

I told you that already.

I fear that we need to find

a new solution.

If you want advice, go to Stifter.

He's the driving force.

Stifter?

He'll be sorry.

I'll make sure of that.

Delivery for the king.

It was returned.

The boss is inside.

And? Will the king help us with our lot?

"…we therefore regretfully inform you

that due to his mental disposition

and strong melancholia

plaguing His Majesty for some time,

a strict diet is necessary

and your beer deliveries

aren't desired anymore.

The royal personal physician von Godden."

Great.

So the king doesn't give a damn

about tradition.

Wonderful.

Dear madame…

Do you know the symbol for patience?

It's the lamb.

Call Mr. Stifter and tell him

that the lamb in me is dying, please.

Of course.

Mr. Prank, am I right?

Charlotte Stifter.

My son is busy. He'll be here shortly.

He told me you have a delightful daughter.

I hope she took the move

from Nuremberg's countryside

to the city well.

Ivoire? Accompany the gentleman.

The lady would be staying here.

I promise you, she is very discrete.

What will she do?

She can't do magic.

But afterwards…

We'll tell your father you went on a trip.

A few days in the mountains.

Berchtesgaden is…

Or, if you'd like, then… uh… we'll go out.

I'll show you Schwabing, the artists,

the picture gallery,

so that you can see all of that again…

My mother died giving birth to me.

She never knew me.

As a child I always thought

I couldn't exist because of that.

That it's just…

somebody's dream.

You exist.

But believe me, the longer you wait,

the worse it will be.

Don't waste any time, girl.

Cotinga maculata.

A beauty. Don't you think?

A spangled cotinga from Bahia.

A personal gift

from Alfred Russel Wallace.

An evolutionary scientist

and thought leader.

I got to meet him

during my diplomatic assignment

in Honduras.

You don't say.

Russel developed his theory

of natural selection…

without any influence from Darwin.

I guess he's a good friend too?

-To what do I owe the pleasure, Prank?

-You tell me.

You think I want to get rid of you.

You've crossed my plans.

Certain parties

don't want to see the market

split up between foreign influences.

Because a foreigner is showing you

how to make money at the Wiesn?

Do you really think

the large breweries from Munich…

will let you piss in their beer?

Tell me what you want.

That's what irritates me about Darwin.

He always emphasizes competition.

Strength through the repression of others.

With force, if necessary. Right?

I tend to agree more with Russell.

True strength lies in adapting

to the environment,

despite adversity.

Thank you for the excursion

into the bird world.

Regards to your mother.

I just tried to channel the wrath

of my colleagues!

Of course.

We should work together.

Now I understand.

I see no reason

why we can't lead a peaceful coexistence.

You want to use my beer tent

to sell your beer.

That won't please your friends

in the brewing cartel.

Well, regarding my "friends

in the brewing cartel…"

pardon my French…

but f*ck them.

How much?

This isn't about money.

The largest brewery's chairman

doesn't care for money?

Great joke.

Of course I have my obligations

towards my associates.

I will bear the risk if a rift occurs

with the brewer's federation.

Ten percent. I can't offer any more

due to the immense initial costs.

Fine.

Ten percent.

And your daughter.

Like I said, I'm not in it for the money.

I would do anything for Clara.

She'd have access to the highest circles

and you'd have as much beer as you need.

What are you doing, Luggi?

Come, tap the keg!

Hi.

Alms!

-Stop.

-Come here.

If you don't pay the rates

within six months,

I'll play your violin.

Mr. Prank!

Are times tough?

I'm looking for a snooper.

A hustler.

Thought I might find one here.

Who's the target?

Stifter.

Anatol Stifter.

Capital Brew Stifter.

You think Stifter isn't kosher?

I want to know if he's clean.

Snoop around.

"Goodbye, Mr. Glogauer.

Have a nice day, Mr. Glogauer."

My work is rather delicate.

You could be a bit nicer, don't you think?

After all, I'm just human.

Good boy.

When you dance with the devil

When you dance with the devil

When you dance with the devil

You need good shoes

Because then the smoke rises

And the embers fly everywhere

The sulfur burns blue

And no one recognizes you

Watch out!

What a mess!

We'll drink elsewhere. Come on!

You're right.

Okay.

Raise your jugs to Ludwig Hoflinger.

We're welcoming him into our circle

due to this creation.

Yes!

Long sh*t the king!

Long sh*t the king!

Ms. Clara?

Clara.

Ms. Kandl.

Mr. Prank.

Do you have to make such a big deal of it?

I was here before.

Didn't your brother tell you?

Yes, we're quite busy right now.

You look hot.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

It wasn't without consequences.

Dammit.

Hey, I have other things to worry about!

Are you sure it's mine?

Clara.

What's your plan, Clara?

What's my plan?

Dammit!

You've neglected your duties, Ms. Kandl.

I'm sorry. I must've nodded off.

Please.

When I hired you…

I knew you tricked me.

The various writings in your reports.

Respect.

The ink…

well…

always the same. But your presentation…

I liked it.

Even though part of me knew

I couldn't trust you.

Where is she now?

What's going on here?

I should ask you. Where were you?

I was out.

Out?

Yes.

I don't understand.

You don't have to, father.

Are you all right?

Like always.

What is up with you?

We had an agreement, young lady!

Where were you during the night,

without Ms. Kandl?

Since we've come here,

I don't recognize you,

and I don't like it.

Because you've lost control.

It's time for you to marry.

You need new structures

which I cannot give you.

Then you'll be happier.

Don't you agree, Ms. Kandl?

Somebody has proposed.

He is a highly respected man.

He will introduce you

to the highest circles in Munich.

He's a large brewer, like me.

Mr. Stifter.

Sleep on it.

I want your decision tomorrow.

Now, go.

Come on.

I'm pregnant.

What?

Your little girl

isn't a little girl anymore.

By whom?

I don't know him.

Clara.

I'm doing all of this for you.

-Stifter is a highly respected man!

-Beer supplier!

He's a beer supplier.

You knew.

She's so young.

And you're auctioning her off like cattle.

You have to do something, Mrs. Hoflinger.

Would a decent person draw such filth?

This is lèse-majesté.

Luggi drew that.

The king may be crazy,

but this isn't right.

No offense, but I think these Bohemians

don't belong here.

Well…

You think it'll make the front page?

You're a great illustrator.

There's Hoflinger!

Stop!

Tell Stifter the wedding is on.

I know him.

Quite well.

I used to associate with the Brockmanns.

That's where I met him.

The consul.

And then?

Then he showed his true face.

I'm serious, Anatol.

Promise me.

I promise, mother.

Did you k*ll my father?

Follow your totem.

What's a totem?

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And I saw…

one of his heads fatally wounded.

And his fatal wound…

was healed.

The earth…

was favorable with the animal.

Thanks, Ivoire.

Prank.

How nice of you to make it

to my mother's reception.

How's Clara?

I'm here to accept your offer,

if that's what you mean.

Father-in-law.

Your first shipment will commence today.

It will last you the first three days

of the Wiesn.

You'll get the rest after the wedding.

We'd like to marry on the first day

of Oktoberfest.

The ceremony will take place in your tent,

of course.

I knew it would all work out.

Take care of my mother.

Okay, father-in-law?

Mr. Prank wasn't always a brewer.

I must say, I admire people

who've worked their way up,

even if they're often lacking

a final polish.

What was the name of your brothel

in Nuremberg again, Mr. Prank?

"Slit"?

c**t.

It was called "c**t."

Ladies…

until after the wedding.

This is for the academy.

The academy?

Are you nuts?

I know what it's like.

Like a shoe that doesn't fit.

It's too small and you think

there's no way forward,

but eventually, the shoes are worn in.

Then they no longer hurt.

They fit.

Trust me.

Shitty day, huh?

I always thought if anybody goes

to prison, it'll be me.

What are you doing up here?

Drinking.

She's pregnant.

Who?

Clara.

-By you?

-No, by Santa Claus.

Are you going to propose?

You messed up, Luggi.

Me?

Why me?

You gave out free beer

like you just don't care.

You've driven out regulars

and mother had to bail you out.

Do you know what that cost?

And mother thinks

that Prank k*lled father.

Even worse, she thinks

he tore his head off.

And now I'm supposed to tell her,

"I'm marrying Prank's daughter,

even though he got us into this mess,

because I got her pregnant!"

You're nuts!

And that's my fault?

It's my fault you're an as*h*le?

You always blame others

for your mistakes, brother.

Haven't you noticed?

Clara can't be blamed for her father,

just like we can't be blamed for mother.

Follow your totem.

What is a totem?

No idea.

EDITORIAL OFFICE

Lèse-majesté, huh?

Well, it's also publicity.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hoflinger.

Get your pen out.

I've got news that will shock Munich.

Write it down.

Enjoy your meal.

Thank you, Hubertus.

Good morning.

Please, remain seated.

You'll see that this changes everything.

THE BEER BARON WEDDING

CAPITAL BREW MUNICH

The following will happen:

I will assure my son

that these disgraceful rumors aren't true.

We'll treat it like a hoax.

I'll personally make sure

that her pregnancy is undone.

Until then, Clara is under my supervision.

She's my daughter, Mrs. Stifter!

Mr. Prank, I'm sure you know

what'll happen if we don't pull together.

The good news is, Clara is fertile.

She can have children.

I've always wanted grandchildren.

Don't you?

We'll get the best backstreet ab*rtion.

The procedure is still relatively easy.

Goodbye.

Here you are.

I'll purchase your Deibel.

A beer?

Yes, please.

I made sure your lot was purchased.

I profited off your stroke of fate.

Let me make it up to you.

You know the feeling…

of falling in your dreams

and waking up before you land?

And for a short moment…

you don't know if it was a dream

or if you're still falling.

That moment is a greeting from hell.

And it doesn't stop, Mr. Prank.

Never.

Did Stifter cross your plans?

You see?

Now you're awake.

How'd you know?

A grandmother-to-be knows such things.

But Roman won't accept the b*stard.

What will you do?

Get rid of it?

Then you'll both go to hell.

Delicious.

Really delicious.

You've got business acumen.

We'll reach an understanding.

My daughter…

a Hoflinger.

Let's drink to that, shall we?

Never…

m*rder*r.

You know that you're making

a grave mistake.

Only this way will you save your brewery.

Someone will stop you.

If the police won't, I will.

Progress, Mrs. Hoflinger…

is unavoidable.

Clara.

Come with me.

It won't take long.

It's all good.

THE ENGAGEMENT OF…

CLARA PRANK

ANATOL STIFTER

MUNICH

Pull!

Come on!

Clara!

Clara?