A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Stop! You can’t come in right now!
BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.
Off to the beer tent. Let’s go.
Spend your money!
We’ll fit 6,000 in there.
We’ve got three fat girls!
So fat, your husband can hide
between each of their buns!
Fire!
Esteemed guests,
you may think you’ve seen it all.
You think you know the Wiesn.
You think you’ve seen everything that is bizarre.
But there is something awaiting you
which the world has not yet seen!
Real South Sea cannibals
from German Samoa!
But watch out
that you don’t come out
missing your head.
It’s already happened to one person.
OKTOBERFEST, DAY 1 1,300 BARRELS OF CAPITAL BREW LEFT
-That’s great! -Thank you.
Come on. Let’s go.
Cheers!
Yes!
Continue. Thank you!
One, two, drink!
Thank you.
Cheers!
BEER STOCK WIESN DAY 1
BREWERY CAPITAL KEG 100 LITERS
START HECTOLITERS 1,470 HL STATUS 1432
CONSUMPTION HECTOLITERS
-Mr. Stifter. -Yes.
Fine.
To clear these disgraceful rumors…
I have no interest in this Prussian hussy and her…
pimp of a father.
On the contrary.
I’ve got him exactly where I want him.
Pranks tent…
is our precedent.
And he will fail.
And next year…
we’ll have the tent.
I think he has no idea what he set off.
The Prussian will bleed out.
Step right up! Who wants to go again, who hasn’t seen the show?
Come here, step right up!
You’ll be amazed! A Wiesn premiere!
That’s her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
What couldn’t she take?
Rumors were spread about her.
Is she of age?
Yes.
Then she can do as she pleases.
She can go wherever she wants.
Find her, damn it! She’s been missing for four days.
I’m willing to provide financial aid for the search.
I think you should have that looked at.
-That doesn’t look good. -Yeah.
Do you have any idea where she might be?
Relatives, acquaintances where she could’ve found refuge?
No.
All right.
We’ll keep an eye open for her.
Yes. Don’t take too long.
Uh… Mr. Prank.
Pay the doctor a visit.
Ladies and gentlemen…
It’s the year of sensations here at the Wiesn!
Have a look!
You’ve never seen anything like it!
Visit the beer tent and enjoy a sweet ruff from Capital Brew!
The original Curt Prank Brass Band is playing!
Shocking, seeing it all in its full glory, right?
My goodness, what happened to your face?
What? I’ve never been better.
I must admit, Prank, I…
I’m impressed. Really. I’m… impressed.
But for how long?
How much beer do you have left?
That’s up to you.
It’s not my fault your hussy daughter crossed our plans.
Watch your tone, Stifter.
Do you know what position I’m in now?
That’s not my problem.
Yes.
You’ve got other problems.
You’ll be all out of beer in three days.
My tent will be here next year.
I’ll make you a good offer in case you want to lease it out.
Goodbye.
For the first time in my family’s history
the Wiesn is taking place without the Deibel.
And it is Prank’s fault!
He killed your boss,
stole your lot, and now our beer is going sour.
I’m sorry, but I have to let you go.
We can’t even keep the beer cool anymore!
If I were you, I’d set Prank’s beer tent ablaze!
What are you doing, mother?
Come on, stop it.
Let me go!
Dump it! Help me!
Shit.
What’s up, Mr. Prank?
Mr. Prank?
Destroy her.
Once and for all.
Who?
That damn Mrs. Hoflinger.
You really think that’s a good idea?
Now that the old Hoflinger’s dead.
That’s a lot of police force.
Then again… they’re busy…
Why’s brute force the first thing you think of?
A ruined reputation is far worse than death.
Keep digging until you’ve found some dirt.
They want war.
The Hoflingers are done anyway.
-Everything okay? -No.
Destroy Mrs. Hoflinger.
Would you look at that.
Ms. Governess is paying us a visit.
How can we help?
I know you.
What do you want?
Work, Mr. Lochner.
I want to be a waitress again.
Assign her.
Guests in the back, fraternities. They’re waiting.
And if I hear a guest complain
then don’t show up anymore.
Understood?
This damn statute.
I’ve got all my beer from Nuremberg and I can’t serve it.
Stifter’s piss brew will only last two more days.
I’m afraid only a mole can help you out.
A what?
Seems unlikely that the only large brewer
willing to supply beer for you is Stifter.
I’ll arrange an appointment with Mr. Gsell.
But I want my boy’s address in exchange.
Fine. If it works out, we’ll talk.
It was three, right? One, two… Hey!
-Go on! -Idiot.
Anything else?
You want to make some extra cash? You’ll get two marks.
But you have to do whatever I want.
That’ll cost three then.
ONE LITER BEER PRICE 35 PFENNIG
-In five minutes in the shed. -No.
Not in the shed. You have to come to me.
OKTOBERFEST, DAY 2 600 BARRELS OF CAPITAL BREW LEFT
SCHMIDL THEATER PRANK BRASS BAND
You got it?
Good.
Yeah, that’s enough.
Where are you?
We don’t have a lot of beer but a ton of work.
Stop.
Play with more power, boys.
I didn’t compose that song for nothing. The people are supposed to drink, so…
One, two, three, four…
A toast
A toast of comfort
Raise your jugs!
One, two… drink!
-Give that back! Stop! -Get lost!
Give that back, please! You can’t leave yet.
Stop that.
Come back!
Stay there!
Roman.
What are you doing?
Have you been discharged?
Get lost!
Come, sit down. Do you want a veal sausage and beer?
Where is mother?
Probably in the brewery.
I only told you about Clara’s pregnancy.
Is this what you wanted?
Did you want to brown-nose your art friends?
Me? It wasn’t me.
I didn’t say a word.
THE BEER BARON WEDDING
Roman.
Never… I would never have drawn that.
I wanted to propose to her.
It’s your own fault.
Now I know you’re no longer a Hoflinger.
What are you talking about?
You wanting to propose to that bitch is all the evidence I need.
You trample all over your heritage
because that spawn of hell made you think you’re a Prank.
Stop it.
You’re losing your mind, mother.
This is about life, not death.
Instead of saving the brewery, you--
You brought shame on our family, not me!
I don’t need you in the business anymore. Go!
And don’t come back!
Yes, all right.
Two more beers!
Where’s Johanna?
We’ll never get our tips that way.
Where will she be? Helping the boss enjoy his break.
Colina!
I’ll be damned!
Come and look!
Keep going!
Damn it! We’re busy here!
Keep going!
Get lost!
I’d like to speak to the boss.
What makes you think the boss is here,
you insolent bitch?
Damn it! Didn’t I tell you not to bother me while I’m on a break?
I hate to bother you, boss, but could you explain something to me?
What?
You have no claim to this picture.
I bought it from that idiot painter.
I can do with it as I please.
So what if this becomes a brothel!
We have to defend ourselves against Prank’s madness!
You’re free to do so,
but how would it look
if I switched brothels?
You’re clean.
Out of the question. You’re staying here.
Right now I’m just a simple waitress without a steady job.
Then you’re hired.
From now on you work for me.
And what if I don’t want to?
Then I’ll make sure no other innkeeper will hire you.
Simple as that.
Oh, sorry.
Did I misread the signals?
And if one of the guests wants to sleep with you,
you say no.
I don’t want anybody spreading rumors,
now that you’re my poster child.
Lochner’s Lina!
I can’t afford that.
You’ll get one mark.
That makes it easier.
At least every now and then.
Two marks?
Is Clara at home?
Sorry. The madam…
Where?
I don’t know.
And her chaperone?
Where can I find her?
Ms. Kandl had to switch careers.
Where is Clara? Where?
She ran away. The police are looking for her.
I don’t know.
OKTOBERFEST 1900 INNKEEPER LOCHNER
CURT PRANK FIRST BAVARIAN BEER TENT
Step right up, step right up! A world’s first from Paris.
A magical transformation of pictures.
The Cinematograph will show you magical pictures!
Step right up, step right up!
They’ll be showing a French film soon.
A Trip to the Moon.
That’s against the law.
The people don’t care about us, Ludwig.
Not here. They’re all looking into the light.
My dear Prank.
I started thinking, Urban would never bring us together.
I assumed Munich would be against me.
Certain people within our circles tend to overreact.
But there’s not much in the way of me supplying your with beer.
You will receive my beer under my conditions.
You must understand that the price is going to be slightly higher.
And…
you will store it in unmarked kegs.
My name won’t be on them.
Where are we?
Come on, Prank.
Your our honorary guest tonight.
Prank!
You never give up, huh?
Fine.
As you wish.
How about something to drink for the master of the beer tent?
Thank you.
To success and failure.
Goodness, Prank.
We will let you bleed out like a cut-up pig.
Our cartel sticks together,
even when you fail.
Bravo.
Gentlemen…
Thank you for the amusing show.
It had to be shown.
OKTOBERFEST, DAY 3 259 BARRELS OF CAPITAL BREW LEFT
Your blood and your soul
Your beer and your poles
That I am tied to
And those 20 up there
So far from me that I don’t count them
And that you are which I sought
For which I curse you a hundred times
Forever and never
Is our world
Forever and never
It’s about the money
Beer and love, hate and you and me
And your city dances on top of the volcano
Beer and love, hate and you and me
And your city dances on top of the volcano
Forever and never
Forever
Lina!
What are you doing?
I want to work.
Work?
Can’t your dear father help you out?
Delivering a few beers isn’t that hard.
You have to prove yourself first.
Gosh…
Please.
They’ll eat you alive.
Then they’ll spit you out and pin you against the wall.
I’m doing you a favor, believe me.
Go home.
I didn’t ask for a favor. I asked for work.
Bring us some liver soup, Luise.
There you go.
WELCOME TO BAVARIAN PARADISE
BEER TENT
Come here.
Father!
And who would you be?
Knock, knock. Explain yourself.
This is an agreement.
What kind of agreement?
One we’re about to make.
I’m asking you for a small favor.
And I will only ask once.
We’ve got something really special.
I know.
Leave me alone, you disgusting pig!
Hey! No!
Just like that.
Come to daddy.
Yeah. Stop fighting it. Stay still, you slut.
Come here!
-I’m starting to get mad. -Hey, Sweetie. Care if I join?
Come here, you!
Is everything okay?
Go home.
Unbelievable.
Blockhead.
And now…
Go on!
-One, two, three, let’s go! -Now I’m curious.
Only 20 kegs left.
Dilute them.
Take care of her, Curt.
She’s your daughter.
You have to find your peace.
Promise me.
And forgive God.
OKTOBERFEST, DAY 4 7 BARRELS OF CAPITAL BREW LEFT
A new offering.
Man, you can drink it until you can’t stand up straight.
The weather’s going to be good tomorrow.
Shall we go out again?
Maybe. We’ll see.
Good morning.
Enjoy.
Cheers.
Weren’t you Clara’s chaperone?
What about it?
Do you know where I can find her?
I’m Roman.
Please.
I have to talk to her.
Forget her.
I can’t.
I’m staying.
In case you remember.
You’ll need a sturdy butt
because those who don’t drink get kicked out.
I’ve got a plan, Urban.
Which breweries went bankrupt last month?
Quite a few.
The Hasenbergers were last,
but their remaining stock isn’t worth the trouble.
Good. Get in touch with the Hasenbergers
and give them one percent more than they want.
And I want their lot returned to the Hoflingers.
-What? -Yes.
You’ll come up with something, you shifter.
Have you ever heard of the Munich Cosmic Circle, Ludwig?
The heathen Eros?
Zarathustra?
Welcome to the circle.
HASENBERGER MUNICH
Think about what exactly it is you want, girl.
Subtitle translation by John Turner