01x05 - The dawn of a new century

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Wait, I’ve got something here.

You dropped something.

Can you pick that up?

Stop, there’s something there.

Look at them lying in the way.

They should be ashamed.

XANTHNER PUB

HAMMER-GSELL BREW

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.

Come in!

Mrs. Hoflinger.

Good news, Mrs. Hoflinger.

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure.

Rats were found in the Xanthner Pub.

Rats?

The Wiesn is over for Xanthner.

Cleanliness is important.

And because this came so sudden

there won’t be an auction.

Do you understand what I’m saying?

I would personally make sure…

that you are awarded the lot.

If you still want it.

And if you can pay the lease, obviously.

Don’t wait too long.

We’ll take the lot…

but I won’t thank you for it.

Once, twice, three times.

Awarded to the widow of Hoflinger.

Don’t you want to rest?

So everybody thinks I’m a princess?

Who cares what they think?

You’ve got other problems.

We need to make money, Hoflinger.

Right now it's just the two of us.

Mr. Prank. Proud owner of a brewery

in Munich, as I’ve heard.

Congratulations on purchasing Hasenberger.

I’m seeking a truce. You were right.

Cease all your activities to destroy

the Hoflingers immediately.

Our business dealings are concluded.

-I don’t understand.

-You don’t have to.

Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Prank,

but could you at least explain what--

Mental welfare, Glogauer.

Mental welfare?

Fine by me.

What about my expenses?

If I may give you some advice…

stop your filthy business.

So, you don’t want to destroy

the Hoflingers anymore?

Are you sure?

XANTHNER PUB

HAMMER-GSELL BREW

THE OLD DEIBEL

PROPRIETOR LUDWIG HOFLINGER

Look at you.

-Like a real innkeeper.

-A little silly, right?

I won’t be wearing this.

Your father always wore that cardigan

during his best years.

The girls will fall for you.

Take a look around you, Luggi. We made it.

Things are looking up!

Aren’t you glad?

I am. What about that poor sod Xanthner?

In these times everybody has to look out

for themselves.

And family comes first.

What family?

You’re the boss now, Luggi.

And one day your sons will be.

Do you understand?

You really don’t want to know where he is?

He can come home when he comes

to his senses.

One, two, three!

Stop, stop. Got it?

Yes, wait, wait. I’ve got it now.

Damn, that’s heavy.

I don’t want anybody walking straight,

okay?

People must drink until they drop.

Will you do that?

-Of course, Mr. Prank.

-Good man.

Come here, Katja.

The mugs on those benches are empty.

What are we doing?

-Yes, more.

-Right, more!

Cheers!

Come on!

That’ll do.

It’s fine.

Don’t do that again, you hear?

Why?

It was worth it.

Soon we can go to Chicago.

Just a few more weeks.

Then we’ll leave everything behind,

Chérie.

I want to ride on the tween deck,

at least.

Sorry. I don’t want to disturb

the young couple.

Your salary, Fraulein.

My, what soft hands.

Too soft for wheat.

Wait.

Can I buy that paper off of you?

You can have it.

Thank you!

The farmer pays well.

Anything in there?

"Rats! Deibel Brew

to take over Xanthner Pub."

Oh, sh*t!

We’re ready to serve!

My heart beats like a hammer

On the anvil of old

In the forge up on the mountain

I will never break

Won’t be locked up by these men

Behind golden bars

When you laugh I feel at home

Because you make the rain divine

And a little piece of happiness

Is not nearly enough for you

Lina!

I saw the poster outside and thought,

"I know that girl."

Leave some for me.

Rupp.

What do you want?

Aren’t you happy to see me? Just a little?

-I have to work.

-Things are looking well for you, huh?

Your picture is everywhere.

You’re a real sensation.

Maybe you’d like to see someone else.

Mommy.

Maxi!

-Mommy.

-My boy!

Are you doing well?

How did you find him?

Gosh, that wasn’t hard.

I know your friends.

And now you’ve come to blackmail me?

No.

I’m here to rehabilitate myself.

So, Lina…

could you forgive me, please?

I don’t drink anymore.

Trust me.

Is there a problem?

Everything’s fine, boss.

Here you go.

Why doesn’t the boy live with you?

I sent him money for school fees.

I wanted to pick him up soon

but my plans don’t always work out.

Well…

It’s fine now.

Do you have enough money?

Yes.

Come.

What is it? You told him off yesterday.

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen.

Ms. Kandl!

What do you want?

I just want to know where my daughter is.

How should I know?

Please.

Just tell me if she’s well.

She’s alive.

She’s fine.

Did Roman Hoflinger find her?

He always swears.

Hello?

Lina.

It’s no use, Rupp.

Listen, I…

I want to make up for it.

I swear. Believe me.

Urban.

Mr. Stifter?

What’s the matter, Mr. Stifter?

What isn’t, Mr. Urban?

In the name of the father,

son and holy spirit.

My colleagues from the association

of large brewers in Munich and I…

we were wondering

if you really did yourself a favor

with that Prussian’s beer tent.

I can assure you…

the Prussian met all requirements.

Of course.

But you must understand

how surprised we are

about the infinite reserves

of a small brewery…

like Hasenberger.

Well…

who would’ve thought, dear Stifter?

The game is over,

my friend.

Let’s talk about the future.

What’s your plan…

if everybody wants to build

such a beer tent next year?

-We don’t have enough room.

-Exactly.

I think a new statute would be required.

Containing?

Precisely, Mr. Urban.

Containing… a numerical limitation.

Yes.

Only breweries from Munich

with a minimum production of, let’s say…

fifteen thousand hectoliters per year…

can erect beer tents at the Wiesn

in the future.

And the small shacks and breweries?

They need the Wiesn to survive.

Goodness, Urban, times are changing!

We’re entering a new century!

The innkeepers will do anything

for those liquor licenses.

Very customer focused.

And that’s where you come into play.

Who could better assess

the suitability of the innkeepers?

Or should I say…

the liquidity?

With respect…

I’m afraid my hands are tied.

It’s up to the mayor.

Goodbye.

Oh, please.

The mayor listens to you.

You’re an important man.

How much are we talking?

Massive tax revenues…

which he can invest in housing…

or education.

He can put a second tower

on his damn town hall for all I care.

Don’t act so naive.

How much?

What if the mayor resigns?

In that case it would be good

to have a candidate

who has the interests

of the large brewers in mind.

Such a candidate…

would certainly have our support.

I mean, election campaigns are expensive.

The question is,

what would make him resign?

It’s always the small things.

If you look long enough…

you’ll always find something.

Isn’t that right, Mr. Mayor?

To the future.

NEWS MUNICH DAILY

BEER CARTEL!

Mr. Urban! I see you’ve got new friends.

You’re already making plans for next year.

Care to explain?

You won’t be attending the Wiesn

next year.

Please, excuse me.

I’ve got an appointment.

Hubi, Willy.

I’d hate to confront you

with your family problems,

but you leave me no choice.

The Lord rejoices about every child,

Mr. Prank.

And your wife?

My wife has decided to become

a respected politician’s wife

instead of a divorced woman.

She knows.

What are we doing?

Our children have gone.

We drove them away.

-Must they pay for our sins?

-They will pay for their sins.

The cartel tricked us both,

Mrs. Hoflinger. We’re in the same boat.

We could learn from our children.

Do you know why I have a new shack?

Rats.

Delightful, how you’re chopping it up.

Good evening.

There you are. Finally.

Have a seat, Anatol.

This man is just wonderful.

He can perfectly carve up a pheasant,

can you imagine?

Good evening, Mr. Stifter.

He won’t harm you. He’s a good boy.

My name’s Glogauer.

Come, sit down. You’re just in time.

-Do we know each other?

-No.

But I think it’s time we changed that.

Well…

what’s this about?

Have you heard of the Hoflingers?

What do I care?

So you don’t know

that the Prussian helped get them

a new shack.

Well, his daughter is pregnant

by the Hoflinger boy.

Perhaps the shack could be considered

the dowry.

The Hoflingers and their brewery.

Prank and his facilities.

Now there’s an asset.

Promising, don’t you think?

Personally…

I wouldn’t be surprised

if they entered a relationship.

Yes…

Who could blame them? In these times…

-And how do you know all that?

-The Prussian himself told me.

Until recently,

I was his chief negotiator.

I’ve got something for you.

At cost price, of course.

A small sensation

that will squeeze the air

out of this unholy alliance.

Enjoy your meal.

Lina.

Open up, Lina!

Lina!

Be quiet. The boy’s asleep.

Tell me…

why did you lock the door?

And?

Did you enjoy your work today?

Don’t be like that.

Why are you always like that?

Please, Rupp, go.

You…

don’t talk like that to your husband,

and I’m still your husband.

Please, go.

Listen, I’m sorry, okay?

I didn’t mean it.

I’ve changed.

Leave your old life behind

and travel with us into a new sphere.

Even His Majesty, the Prince Regent,

wouldn’t miss it.

The incredible trip to the moon!

FAIRYTALE-LIKE PICTURE

Thank you, boss.

A few minutes won’t hurt.

Be prepared, ladies and gentlemen.

A world wonder awaits you.

Safe travels, Prince Regent.

Incredible.

We need to talk to your son,

Mrs. Hoflinger.

He’s committed a crime,

so you better tell us where he is.

It was him.

He’s responsible for everything.

You filthy rat! m*rder*r!

Could you please get dressed and leave?

We have to talk.

This is really not the time, Ludwig.

Could you please scram?

Come on, Franz, leave.

You’ll get your money tomorrow.

Did you know?

-You had to know, right?

-What do you mean?

They recorded us.

With the Cinematograph,

while you and I were…

All of Munich saw us

at your masquerade ball.

So, things are finally happening

in this hick town,

this provincial backwater.

What would Munich be without us, Ludwig?

A poor operetta for the Prince,

nothing more.

Did you know?

They’ll lock me up.

What do you think?

Talk to me!

Did you know?

My goodness.

Stop being your parents' little boy.

You’re important to me. You understand?

Am I sick?

No, you’re not!

The others are!

Let’s go away.

Away from here.

You and me.

You want a serious relationship, huh?

I don’t.

This is the future.

You love the person you’re ravaging

at that moment.

Men, women, one, five, ten!

I don’t want five and I don’t want ten.

Then…

Then go back.

Return to your home.

It’s no longer there.

Does this feel sick to you?

Will you leave, please? I have to work.

Hoflinger!

Hoflinger!

They didn’t even allow me to bury him

next to his father.

Prank got his revenge, that devil.

Revenge…

all because I told the pen pushers

about the child in your viper’s stomach.

What?

Nobody needed her. Nobody.

You are scum.

Filth that crawls into every crevice

you can find.

Don’t you see?

Are you that blind?

She will be your doom.

You’re crazy, mother.

"Then will the eyes of the blind be opened

and the ears of the deaf unstopped.

-Then will the lame leap like a deer.

-Come on.

Water will gush forth in the wilderness

and streams in the desert.

And a highway will be there and a way.

It will be for those who walk that way.

The unclean will not journey on it.

Your eyes will see the king in his beauty

and view a land that stretches afar.

In your thoughts you will ponder,

’Where is that chief officer? Where is he

who is in charge of the towers?’

For the Lord is our judge.

The Lord is our lawgiver.

The Lord is our king who will save us."

THE CANNIBALS

-I’m sorry about your brother.

-Shut up!

I’ll talk now.

Where should I begin?

With our lot?

With your daughter?

Or with my father?

Do you love her?

I will make sure you never see her again.

I believed your mother.

She drew the cartoon…

and she told me that you… you’d never…

-Lying pig!

-Stop! Enough! Stop!

Yes, k*ll me! Go on!

You have my daughter.

But your brother wasn’t my fault.

I took your lot, yes.

But who gave you a new one?

The rats?

It’s great that you’re back.

What are you doing here?

Easy, Mr. Prank.

My goodness, what happened to you?

Mr. Prank,

the magistrate has reason to believe

that you are violating

an important statute that states

that only genuine beer from Munich

may be served at Oktoberfest.

We’ve initiated an investigation.

Your beer tent is hereby closed.

We serve beer from Munich.

What’s this raid about?

We’re just taking samples.

There are suspicions

about you selling your beer from Nuremberg

under a fake label.

Can I offer you anything, Mrs. Hoflinger?

Scotch Whiskey?

Fruit schnapps?

Raspberry brandy?

Follow my advice

and get it over with quickly.

You’ve waited long enough.

Or would you like a Scotch after all?

I’m here on behalf of my husband.

He would’ve preferred to be here himself.

Humans, Mrs. Hoflinger…

are tough bait.

One requires force, speed

and, above all, determination.

Those who hesitate…

lose.

You…

have destroyed everything!

The whole world!

You’re harvesting the thoughts

from my head.

You come here…

and take lives!

And you expect us to just take it?

We fought for years! Years!

And you…

with all your pomp!

I promised my husband that…

I dreamt of colorful flowers

Like they bloom in May

I dreamt of green meadows

With chirping birds so cheerful