A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
-[lullaby music playing] -[thunder rumbling]
DO YOUR BEST
THE STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.
[Prank's father] Wish me luck, my boy.
I'll be right back.
-[thunder rumbling] -[rain pattering]
[suspenseful music intensifies]
[cracks loudly]
[crunching]
[suspenseful music softens]
[screams] Ah!
-[young Prank screams] Papa! -[grunts]
[young Prank] No!
Papa!
[lullaby music playing]
[wind howling]
[opening song playing]
-[birds chirping] -[grass gently crackling]
[humming]
-[woodpecker pecking] -[rain pattering]
[woodpecker pecking]
[door opens]
[whispering] Where were you?
[Clara] Nowhere.
[Colina breathing heavily]
[Colina] You know what's at stake.
Not just for me, but for you too.
I couldn't find you anywhere. Then I got lost.
[sniffing]
Enough of that!
With whom?
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[background chattering]
[birds cawing]
Good morning.
[dramatic music playing]
[Roman] Luggi?
Luggi!
Luggi.
Is something wrong?
What is it?
Say something!
What's happened?
Speak to me! What's the matter?
Tell me what's going on!
You've let me down, Glogauer!
And I hate how disappointed I feel.
[dog panting]
I couldn't do anything else.
For it to look real, it couldn't be suicide.
Hoflinger loved life too much.
I had said a clean death was what I wanted,
not a bloody mess.
That bastard Hoflinger was a nice man. He didn't deserve such a circus.
[chuckles] You ordered you wanted him out of the way.
What are you mumbling?
With respect, Herr Prank,
one of those cannibals will get the blame for his murder.
Ugh!
You think the gendarmerie are that stupid?
[Glogauer laughs]
I've had enough! Your time's up.
That damn fifth plot at Oktoberfest.
Listen to me, Herr Prank…
[dog panting]
…we're not so different, you and I.
In many ways, we're very similar.
Perhaps I'm a little more on the dark side of the moon
and you're more suited to its bright side,
but the moon remains the same nonetheless.
[dog panting]
Now, I shall leave.
-Have a pleasant day, Herr Prank. -[dog snorts, pants]
[Prank sighs deeply]
[police chief sighs]
[sighs]
Herr Hoflinger…
Were you aware if your father had anything to do with these travelers?
This year, at Oktoberfest, there'll be another native showcase,
this time featuring South Sea Samoans.
Cannibals?
At the moment, we believe that the Samoans may have… done something,
with your father's earthly remains, but we're unable to--
Excuse me?
[police chief] We arrested their chief straight away.
It's being investigated, I can assure you,
but… [sighs]
it's a very strange case.
What is there to prove?
Uncertainties.
[Roman] Uncertainties?
I'm very sorry.
[footsteps approaching]
Was there anything that your father might have…
been carrying the last time you saw him?
His golden tap, maybe?
It was always in his jacket pocket.
[dramatic music playing]
[Colina breathing heavily]
Come on. Keep going, downstairs to the left.
-[Clara] What's going on? - Go!
What's the meaning of this?
You have no idea what. What the young lady
chose to engage in last night can very well lead to unwanted results.
Now, I'm begging you to take this seriously and to listen to me.
[man clears throat]
One word, one little sound and I'll slice you up.
Come on.
[sighs]
[Colina breathing heavily]
[Clara] What is that?
Vinegar essence.
You must listen to me and trust me.
In one regard, we women are all alike.
What are you suggesting?
Don't make me.
Oh yes, I will.
What will your father say once his sinless,
pretty fragile daughter starts to swell like an inseminated cow?
[Clara breathing heavily]
[Maria] Today is a dark day.
[sighs]
As a matter of fact, it's the darkest day we have ever had.
For me…
for the boys…
for you all.
[choir singing solemnly in German]
[Roman, Maria sniff]
My husband was one of you. [sighs]
He was proud to work alongside all of you. [sighs]
You were his family [sighs]
and I know how much he meant to all of you.
That he passed away so suddenly means that…
My father did not just slip away.
He was killed.
Roman.
And it was by a mob of godless savages
that he was dragged and left where he was found.
The gendarmerie know it, but to them it means nothing.
[Maria] Roman, you shouldn't do this here.
What are you saying to me?
This was his family here…
his blood, his beer.
[Maria sighs]
Today it's my father, tomorrow your children.
So who's with me?
Let us meet these cannibals and send them to hell.
-[brewers murmur] -I beg you. Go home. Pray instead.
I don't want to pray while just doing nothing.
Let's go, then!
We'll hanng those cannibals from the nearest tree.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Grab something! Let's go!
Roman! You've lost your mind, have you?
Somebody must do something.
[brewers murmuring]
[speaking Samoan]
[vocalising]
[brewers murmuring]
[police chief sighs] It was bound to happen.
Stay together and behind me.
[police chief] Hoflinger! Stop right there!
Look at that! The gendarmerie shielding their murderers. Should've known.
[police chief] That's right and I tell you why.
I won't accept this kind of vigilante justice.
-Onwards. -[brewers murmuring]
[shot booms]
I said "Stop right there!"
Or I swear the next bullet I shoot will go straight through your skull.
You mean to test my word, eh?
So, shoot.
Sure.
[chuckles]
-[Roman grunts] -[police chief] Don't go further!
[speaking Samoan]
[in German] We are not murderers.
[Maria sighs]
What a mess you've left me.
[singing in Samoan]
[police chief] Hoflinger…
I understand how you feel,
but the guillotine is waiting for the chief of this tribe anyway.
He admitted he was the one who did it.
Is that not enough to satisfy you?
I want to see the bastard suffer.
Just ike my father was made to suffer.
Those people…
come from the other side of the world.
Poor deluded missionaries
who sold their souls for a handful of Reichsmarks.
And why?
Because starving on their island was no better.
An island, by the way, which is part of the German South Sea protectorate.
[Roman laughs]
So now it's our own fault, is it?
That's not what I said,
but I've worked for a long time in the bureau.
I'm an old gendarme and I've witnessed many things.
Listen, that wound on your father's head…
[sniffs]
It's nothing like I've ever seen before. It makes me think somebody's on the loose,
who's using that innocent man as a scapegoat for the murder.
Then I must ask you this question:
Are you just an old man who's read one too many stories for your own good?
[police chief chuckles]
[ominous music playing]
-[metal bang] -[muffled singing]
[Samoan man, in a deep voice] And I stood upon the sand at the sea
And I saw a beast rise up out of the sea,
having seven heads and ten horns. And then upon his horns, ten crowns
THE BOOK OF REVELATION
And the beast which I saw, was likened to a leopard
And his feet were like bear paws
And his mouth the jaws of a lion.
[thunder rumbling]
[triumphant music playing]
[Prank] Herr Urban, my good man.
What have you got for me?
[Urban] Just in case it's of any help,
the brothel madam has a son in the army.
[Prank] Interesting.
You! More skulls! It's supposed to be scary! [laughs]
Let's give Munich a real fright! [laughs]
[electrical explosion]
[worker shouts]
[muffled chanting]
[door opens]
Ludwig, you're now in charge of the tavern.
I need you in the brewery.
I'll make sure everything stays the same, just as your father would've wanted it.
[Roman] If I may.
You want to be in charge, do you?
Of the business?
I don't see that working.
You're a woman, Mama.
[Maria] I'm the heir.
Your father's brewery was never just his possession.
Hm!
But I'm the firstborn.
I've looked through the accounts and we're in quite some debt, as you know.
So this is no time for extravagances…
exporting and so on.
Now is not the time.
The Deibel is a traditional brewery and that's how I intend to keep it.
You will inform me
on all matters of business, on a daily basis, as they happen.
With God's help, we'll make it through this. [sighs]
First, we must all feel the same.
You're making a mistake, however.
-Father and I spoke and he promised-- -What he said--
That is enough!
He's not even been buried and you're fighting over the business?
[exhales]
Am I being understood? That's fine.
[dramatic music playing]
-[hammering] -[background chattering]
[Ludwig] Roman,
I'm going to redesign the bar.
[Roman] Oh, yeah?
You can still make your dreams come true? Someday, you'll take over all of this.
Because through your veins, flows this beer,
as Father had always said.
That's bullshit.
I'll change it.
It's too normal, too boring, too…
"Giesing".
Yeah.
Make it abnormal instead.
You're the boss.
You're free to do as you like.
"Too Giesing"?
You're out of your mind!
Moron.
Heh! And you owe Mama an apology, idiot!
[Pastor] Our Lord's blood has been spilled.
Ignatz Hoflinger was without sin.
He was an honourable man
who saw his duty, not only in brewing a good beer,
but also in taking communion.
We suffer the great loss of a man
who was torn from life much too soon.
May it serve as comfort to those who he leaves behind
that Ignatz Hoflinger lives on
in his sons,
and also, in his fine beer.
[bells chiming]
[Urban] My heartfelt condolences, Frau Hoflinger.
Your husband is someone I'll never forget.
A tragic death.
Thank you, that's kind.
Councilor, I'd appreciate your assurance that our tent at Wiesn will remain ours.
We must abide by the statutes, I'm afraid, and they…
unfortunately state that there's to be a public auction for your concession.
If we lose this place, it will be over for us.
And that is totally unacceptable.
I will personally vouch for you, of course.
And?
Unscrupulous traitor. No respect for the dead.
[sniffs] Come.
[door closes]
[Roman] Good day.
Frau Hoflinger?
I'm Curt Prank.
This is my daughter, Clara.
My heartfelt condolences.
-[Maria] Thank you. -Hm.
Come along, Roman.
Do you know them?
No.
You've all heard about the auction, no doubt. [sighs]
You know that we need to keep our place.
I'd like, from all of you here, your word
that you wouldn't bid to take our place away from us.
[inn keeper] Ah, that's foolish, Maria. We wouldn't do that to Ignatz, would we?
Your word at my father's funeral.
We're relying on you.
[Stifter] Even on a cold day such as this,
you manage to shine like the sun,
Fraulein Clara.
[Clara] Good day to you.
Prank.
Stifter.
I'm a little hungry, Papa. Could I bring you something?
-No, thank you. -Young Hoflinger's food is heavy.
Especially for a little person such as yourself.
Not wearing a bodice,
but thank you.
[Stifter laughs]
Hm.
Plates are over there.
Thank you.
[sobbing] Maria.
My heartfelt condolences.
Thank you.
-I really am so sorry. -It's okay. I know.
I know, thank you.
[sighing deeply]
[Clara] My condolences.
[Roman sighs]
Why didn't you say you weren't a servant? Hey?
Would that have changed it?
I'm sorry.
[groans] Oh.
[sniffs]
[sobbing]
[angelic music playing]
[door opens]
Roman, I need you at the bar. Are you coming?
[sniffs, clears throat]
We have most of the pub owners in Munich under our control.
Hoflinger was an exception.
Brewer and owner in one.
He was a problem, huh?
[Stifter] When it comes to Oktoberfest, we've had the pub owners in our hands,
so we're gradually buying their businesses from them and their stalls as well.
My dear colleagues and I are distraught
that he's dead.
[Prank] What about the widow?
[Stifter] We're all waiting, you see, for the right moment.
For what?
To show weakness.
You too are waiting, aren't you?
I've come to maintain control here.
As you wish, as you wish.
-What? -Nothing.
-What nothing? -Just nothing.
Asshole.
-Who is she anyway? -Who?
Who do you think? The girl with the doll face.
No idea.
-You don't know about anything? -[chuckles]
What's she doing here?
I've no idea, asshole.
[laughs]
[Stifter] We're providing Munich with a future for all
I don't need to tell a businessman like yourself.
[sighs] The future belongs to those who are bold enough to create it.
We're leaving.
Stifter.
Prank.
Fraulein Clara!
What's your favourite flower?
Black roses.
-They're hard to get, love. -[chuckles] Not only the roses.
[dramatic music playing]
[horse neighs]
Well, it's different.
[city treasurer] Today, we're auctioning Pitch at Oktoberfest.
It's currently leased by the city of Munich, represented by councilor Urban.
Previous occupier: Hoflinger, Ignatz .
Frau Hoflinger, Maria:
1,000 marks.
[city treasurer] And here we have another bid.
[whispers] What?
Which bastard has done that? You gave us your word.
[Urban] Quiet down, please.
Frau Jakobmeyer, Gertrude.
[Gerdi] I bid 2,000 marks.
[crowd murmuring]
Gerdi, what are you doing?
My father always looked after you.
-This is bullshit! You know it. -[bell rings]
Quiet down, if you don't mind.
[city treasurer] 2,000 marks…
going once…
going twice and--
[gasps] 2,500!
2,500 marks is the bid.
2,500 going once…
2,500 going twice--
[Gerdi shouts] 3,000 marks!
[crowd murmurs]
[city treasurer] 3,000 marks. 3,000 marks is the bid.
3,000 going once…
3,000 going twice…
The auction is hereby ended.
[dramatic music playing]
[Roman] Now you see how useful God's help is.
We're drowning in beer.
For the time being, I'll have to pay you all in beer, I'm afraid.
We've lost our place at Oktoberfest.
[brewers murmuring]
-[Maria] Vitus! -[Vitus] Yes, boss--
The monthly order for the king must be delivered straight away without fail.
[Vitus] Yes, boss.
-And send ten extra barrels as a gift. -[Vitus] Right away, boss.
Mama, that'll make no difference.
My great grandfather built this up from the ground, year after year.
It was always called Deibel's and they all said,
"That madman brewer can't even scribe".
Everyone would've understood if he'd given up,
but instead he kept fighting…
just like your father,
for so long, but then the king's own license was granted to him
and we knew that no other beer would be able to take that from us.
Do you understand?
Never!
[thunder rumbling]
There's nothing left in our way.
Now we can make Oktoberfest history.
["Overture to 'Tannhauser'" by Wagner playing]
Mm.
I'd like something back,
in return from you.
-May I? -Mm-hm.
[music stops]
The address of my boy.
I guarantee the safety of both he and his mother.
What do you envisage?
I want him to receive the best education.
He must also leave Munich.
Very well, but all in good time.
Until then, rest assured, your little secret will be safe with me.
[exhales deeply, chuckles]
Congratulations. It seems you have everything you wanted.
[sighs]
But it was
rather
fortuitous, was it not,
that Hoflinger became the chosen feast of these cannibals?
-An unfortunate coincidence, yes. -[thunder rumbles]
A dreadful incident that favoured me well, yes
However, not something we should joke about, Herr Urban.
[men and women laughing]
[Fierment] Right then? Where are you taking me?
[woman] I have to go home to my wife and child.
That's enough! The night is young, Anita. What do you say?
We go to the Laterne?
[laughs] Oh!
-Look who's here! -Huh!
There's Hoflinger.
Is that the boy you met at the brewery?
[Fierment] Didn't you say you wanted to go home?
[laughs]
See you around, my boy.
[sighs] Have fun!
Let's go.
I came to the gallery, but couldn't find you.
Uh, what is it?
I've an unquenchable thirst, see?
My father just died.
[Fierment sighs deeply] Ah…
Mine too.
Well, hopefully, the old ones can take their old times with them, huh?
My apologies.
I wanted to ask you somethin'.
Uhm… because…
so if it's shit you say so, yeah?
-Uhm? -You know a lot of artists and I wanted to
uhm, to ask if you'd might be able, at some point,
to come to the bar once more.
In Giesing?
"Minz and Maunz, the little cats
at once they raised their paws.
[shouting] 'Me-ow, me-o!
Me-ow, me-o!'
[softly] As the child is burning to death
Their tears run down their cheeks so fast
They made a little pond…
[whispersing] at Oktoberfest"
[eerie music playing]
[man and woman slurring]
[woman slurs] I've had too much to drink.
[man cackles]
[Gerdi screams, gasps]
Is that why Ignatz had to be murdered? You wanted to ruin us?
-[Gerdi] I can't help it, Maria. -Speak!
I can't tell you anything!
Tell me.
[Gerdi sobbing] Oh, God.
Johannes is in the regiment
and they threatened that they would
[sobbing] to send him on the front lines of battle in China.
[gasps] There's a bloody uprising there.
-What else could I have done? -Was it Urban?
[Gerdi sobbing]
I don't know. I don't know.
[Maria] Shame on you!
-[spits] -[Gerdi gasps]
You are yourself a mother.
You too would've done anything for your boys.
[shouting] Greater forces are at work here, Maria.
[sobs]
[dramatic music playing]
[through megaphone] The first Bavarian beer burgh
with enough room for 6,000 people!
And the foundation is being layed this afternoon!
An innovation of the modern world at this year's Oktoberfest.
Prepare to be in awe!
[dramatic music playing]
Mother.
They're giving them out all over the city. That asshole's going to get our stand.
FIRST BAVARIAN BEER TENT
He has your father on his conscience.
[dramatic music playing]
[crowd cheering and applauding]
-[crowd applauding] -[flash bulbs popping]
[triumphant music intensifies]
YOUR DEAR COLINA
[mysterious music playing]
[sighs]
[knocking at the door]
Can I come in?
Naturally.
[door closes]
I've seen him again.
[inn crowd chattering]
[knocking at the door]
[loud music bursts]
What is this? Who are these idiots?
They're friends of Ludwigs'.
Ludwig, excuse me, I would've come earlier,
but Denhardt didn't know what to wear, as usual.
[Denhardt] Moron.
Don't worry. All that matters is you're here--
Oh, we won't be going anywhere. May I introduce Thomas, Fanny…
and wherever Fanny goes, the pope is dancing in his underwear.
Anita, Stephan, my Russian friend Vassili,
and, from the tabloid Simplicissimus, Denhardt and Thoma.
And if you ask me, they're a little crazy, but so happy to be drinking your beer.
[both laughing]
[muffled party music playing]
Oh, Ludwig. Just as we like it.
Time for some absinthe.
[loud party music ends]
Fraulein Clara. [clears throat]
Such individuals at that type of party…
You don't understand.
[sighs] Oh, oh,
oh, yes I do,
and, if you understand me,
then he's long since forgotten you.
For men, it is just, uhm…
a… short-lived affair.
[sighs]
["Budzilllus der Untergang" playing]
[breathing heavily]
It is true, our fathers have passed away.
The age of innocence is behind us…
[Ludwig chuckles]
…but at the same, an eruption is brewing around here.
The Catholicism…
in society will be exorcised
and, what is shifting underneath, will also cause shifts above.
It's not the end of the world.
It is more like
the beginning.
It's that young man over there.
It's the sign of the times.
Don't let Thomas tell you anything. His novel is all he worries about.
Denhardt is interested in your designs.
Convince him and then you don't need the academy anymore.
Denhardt!
-Hello there. -[Denhardt] Nice to see you.
So, uh, yes, I don't know…
Is your brother here?
Sorry, uhm, I don't know.
Would you be so kind as to get him?
[calling] Loisl! Where is Roman?
How should I know? I'm sure he's out and about somewhere.
I'm sorry.
And who do we have here?
I'm afraid we must go.
Are you Fanny zu Reventlow?
I've read every word you've ever written in the Zürcher Diskussionen.
-Fraulein Clara, we should really go-- -[Anita] Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have
your undivided attention for just a moment?
For the wonderful… Fanny.
[crowd cheers]
This is a poem by our revered teacher, Nietzsche.
Who is not so well, so we've heard.
Thomas mentioned it would be appropriate here.
The sign of the times. You see?
[Fanny] "I grew tall
Over man and animal
And I speak
Nobody speaks to me…
[thunder rumbling]
…I grew too lonely
and too tall
I wait
What am I waiting for?
The clouds to me are too close
I wait
Wait
[keys jingle]
Wait
[whispering] for the first blaze
[crowd cheering, applauding]
[magical music playing]
[sighs]
[gags, coughs]
[moans, sniffs]
[gulps]
[gasps]
[German song playing]
Subtitle translation by John Turner