A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[footsteps crunching dirt]
[birds chirping]
-[horse neighs] -[man] Hello.
[classical march playing]
[drunkard] Hey, you dropped something. Can you pick it back up?
[indistinct chattering]
XANTHNER PUB HAMMER-GSELL BREW
[creaking]
[squeaking]
[suspenseful music playing]
THE STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.
[knocking at door]
[Urban] Come in!
[door opens]
Frau Hoflinger.
Good news indeed, Frau Hoflinger.
One man's rubbish is another man's treasure.
The Xanthner Pub has an unfortunate rat infestation.
Rats?
The Xanthner's license is withdrawn. Sanitation is paramount.
…and, since it's such short notice, there won't be an auction.
Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
You would have my personal support
in securing the spot.
Providing, that is, that you still want it.
And that you can pay the lease, you understand.
I think you've had long enough.
-We shall accept the spot… -[distant bells chiming]
…but I shall offer you no thanks for it.
Going once, going twice, going three times.
That is sold to the Hoflinger widow.
[bells chiming loudly]
[opening song playing]
♪ Green is what you're left with ♪
♪ When the sun shines on Oktoberfest ♪
♪ Red, blue, black, green ♪
♪ Yellow is what you're left with ♪
♪ When blood rots under skin so fine ♪
♪ Black is what you're left with ♪
♪ When the sun shines in my eyes ♪
♪ Sun shines in my eyes ♪
♪ And suddenly we're equals ♪
♪ When the sun on the Oktoberfest shines ♪
[metal slashing]
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct chattering]
You really should rest soon.
You'd like everyone to think I'm a princess, would you?
[chuckles] I don't care what the others think.
You're carrying more than just wheat.
We get what we can, Hoflinger.
At least while we're two. [giggles]
[female choir sings "In Mein Daham"]
[Clara laughs]
[background chattering]
-[door opens] -[bell jingles]
Herr Prank.
Someone mentioned you now own a Munich brewery, is that so?
Congratulations on buying out the Hasenbergers. [chuckles]
I'm here looking for a truce.
You were right.
Cancel any assassination on the Hoflingers, with immediate effect.
Consider our business relationship terminated.
-I don't understand. -You don't have to.
Herr Prank… if I may, before you leave,
the least you can do is explain what this is--
Spiritual cleansing, Glogauer.
[laughing] Spiritual cleansing?
Fine by me. [sighs]
And what about the expenses I've already incurred, hm?
[sinister music playing]
[Prank sighs] May I give you some advice?
Get out of that dirty business.
You no longer want the Hoflingers destroyed, am I right?
Are you certain?
[door opens]
[door closes]
[upbeat music playing]
[children yelling]
XANTHNER PUB HAMMER-GSELL BREW
TO THE OLD DEIBEL PROPRIETOR LUDWIG HOFLINGER
[music stops]
[door slams]
[Maria] Well, look at you.
An Oktoberfest publican.
I feel like an impostor.
[sighs] I look like a fool.
[Maria] Your father always wore that jacket during his best years.
The women will not leave you alone, mind.
Luggi,
look around you. We've achieved it. It's all ours.
What is it?
[sighs deeply] Nothing. I'm fine.
What happened to Xanthner, the poor sod?
In times like these, you have to decide which side you're on.
And family comes first.
What family?
You're in charge now, Luggi,
and one day it'll be your son's turn.
Do you understand?
-You don't care how or where he is? -[rat squeaks]
Shh.
[whispers] Rats.
[suspenseful music playing]
-[loud banging] -[rat squealing]
[exhales] When he comes to his senses, he'll come home again.
[delivery man] One, two, three!
HASENBERGER MUNICH
I don't want anyone walking out of here in a straight line, yes?
They should drink till they fall over. Make sure of that, my friend.
-Consider it done, Herr Prank. -Good. Well done.
[background chattering]
[Prank] Katja! Katja! Come here!
See those benches? Their mugs are empty. What do we do about it?
-Refill them. -Refill them! That's correct!
-[brass band playing] -[crowd cheering]
[crowd cheers]
[soft classical music playing]
[loud chattering]
[chattering fades]
[soft classical music continues]
-[men screaming, cheering] -[soft classical music continues]
[field worker with hat] Come on!
[Roman's adversary screaming] Ah!
[screaming, laughing]
-[music fades] -[background chattering]
That's fine.
Thank you.
You won't do that again, will you?
[Roman chuckles]
Why not?
Why wouldn't I?
-We can soon go to Chicago. -[coins clink]
-[children laughing, yelling] -A few more weeks…
then we can leave here, you'll see… Chérie.
-[Clara chuckles] -Between-deck at least.
[foreman] Pardon me. I don't want to interrupt young love.
Your pay, Fraulein.
My goodness, such soft hands hey?
Too soft for wheat, I'd say.
[Clara chuckles]
Wait there!
Can I buy that paper off you?
It's all right. Take it. Please.
Thank you!
Favourite farmer.
[Roman] Hm?
Whats that?
[Roman] "Rats! Deibel Brew takes over Xanthner concession".
[Ludwig] Oh sh- oh, shit!
[Maria laughs heartily]
[shouts] Open the barrel!
[Colina sings] ♪ 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 ♪
[guests cheering, applauding]
[background chattering]
[man] So I was out there looking at the poster and I thought to meself,
I know her.
[male guest laughing]
Rupp.
[sighs] What do you want?
Aren't you glad that I've come to see you?
[gasps]
-I have to work. -Looks like all is well for you.
Your picture's hanging everywhere. You must be the real show.
[Clara breathing heavily] Yes.
Maybe you're interested in someone else.
[boy] Mama.
[gasps] Maxi!
[gasps]
-[Maxi] Mama. -[Colina sighs]
[crying] Oh!
How are you?
How did you find him?
Ah, it wasn't that hard.
Care of your friend, Franz.
So now you've brought him to me as blackmail?
No.
I am here to rehabilitate, you see?
And so, Lina…
can you start to be able to forgive me?
I stopped drinking.
-Long ago. -[Lochner] Is there a problem here?
[coins jingling]
Everything's under control, rest assured.
Here you go.
Hm… hm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Rupp sighs, groans]
Why is this boy not with you?
I've made sure he has enough for school.
I wanted to get him sooner, but best-laid plans don't always come off.
Hm, yes.
Especially yours.
So you've got some money?
[chuckles]
[Colina whimpers]
Come.
[dramatic music playing]
-[fair music playing in background] -[chattering]
[Colina breathing heavily]
Fraulein Kandl!
[gasps] What do you want?
Don't be afraid. I just want to know where my duaghter is.
Why should I know where she is?
Please.
Can you tell me that she's all right?
She's breathes.
She's well.
Did Roman Hoflinger end up finding her?
[suspenseful music playing]
[dogs barking]
[birds cawing]
[Colina exhales]
[female voice screaming]
[Colina exhales]
Lina.
Rupp, this doesn't make any sense.
Look, I…
I want to make it up to you, hm?
I desperately do. I swear.
Hm.
[choir singing Gregorian chant]
[male voice] Urban.
Herr Stifter?
[suspenseful music playing]
What is wrong, Herr Stifter?
What is not,
Mr Urban?
[cane bangs lightly]
[Stifter inhales]
[exhales]
[in Latin] In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.
[music fades]
My colleagues from the circle of Munich grand brewers
and I…
were asking ourselves this question,
have you, with that Prussian, done yourself a favour,
with that beer tent?
[sighs]
I can a- assure you…
the Prussian met the-
all of the conditions, I felt.
Naturally. [chuckles]
And you'll understand that we are astonished by how
inexhaustable the reserves of a small brewery,
like the Hasenbergers', are.
Indeed. [sighs deeply]
Well, who would've thought,
dear Herr Stifter?
[in Latin] The game is over,
[in German] my friend.
Let us talk about the future, instead.
What will your plan look like
if, next year, everyone wants a beer tent like that?
-Too many places to accommodate. -Indeed.
This calls for a new statute to be written.
By what you mean…?
Exactly, Herr Urban. Meaning…
a numerus clausus,
yes.
Only Munich breweries
with a minimum output of, shall we say,
15,000 hectolitres per year,
may have a beer tent at our Oktoberfest.
[Urban] And all the-
all the concessions and the little breweries?
They need Oktoberfest in order to live.
My god, Urban, the times are changing, you know!
We're going into a new century!
The real vendors will snatch the licenses out of your hand, you see?
Very customer-focused. And that's where you come into play.
You get to play your part.
Who else could say which publican is fit?
[whispering] Or should I say…
solvent?
Forgive me. [chuckles]
[sighs] I'm afraid- It seems like my hands are tied.
The decision lies solely with the Lord mayor.
Have a good day.
[Stifter] Oh, please!
The Lord mayor listens to you.
You are an influential man.
About how much did you have in mind?
Huge amounts of tax revenue
which he could invest in housing
or education.
Or he can build a second tower for his shitty city hall. [laughs]
Don't act so naive.
What figure?
What if the Lord mayor were to step down?
In that case, it would be ideal to have a candidate who cared for…
the interests of the grand breweries.
Such a candidate would be…
would be guaranteed to receive our support.
I mean, a campaign is expensive.
[sighs] I suppose the question is, what might persuade him to vacate?
It's always in the finer details.
If you look hard enough, you can
always find something.
Isn't that right, Lord Mayor?
["Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring" by Bach playing]
[exhales] To the future.
["Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring" continues]
-[children yelling] -[background chattering]
NEUES MÜNCHENER TAGBLATT. BEER CARTEL!
[calling out] Herr Urban! With new friends, I see.
You're already making plans for next year. How should I take this?
You will not be at Oktoberfest next year.
If you will excuse me, I have an appointment.
Hubi. Willy.
It seems such a shame to have to bother you
about your family problems, but you leave me without option.
[chuckles]
Our dear God fondly loves each and every child, Herr Prank.
And your wife?
My wife has recently decided that she would rather be
the wife of an acclaimed politician
than continuing to live life as a divorcee.
She knows it all.
[sinister music playing]
What are we doing here?
Our children are gone, chased away by us.
Must they pay for our sins?
You will pay for your sins, you'll see.
[Prank sighs]
The cartel played both of us, it seems, Frau Hoflinger.
We're in the same boat.
We could learn from our children, you know?
Do you even know why I've been granted this new concession?
Rats.
[chuckles]
[bone cracks]
[Mrs Stifter laughing] Goodness, you do those real delicately.
[Stifter] Good evening.
You're here, at last.
Please, have a seat, Anatol. This man is a wonder.
He can perfectly carve a pheasant, can you imagine? [laughing]
-[Glogauer] Good evening, Herr Stifter. -[dog pants, growls]
[Glogauer] He won't harm you. He's a good boy.
-Glogauer, pleased to meet you. -[dog panting]
Come, sit down. You're just in time.
-Have we met? -[Glogauer] No,
[inhales] but I believe it's time we finally did so.
[Stifter] Very well…
What are you getting at?
-[dog panting] -The Hoflingers? Have you been introduced?
Why should I have?
[inhales] You weren't aware then that the Prussian helped them get a new booth?
-[dog panting] -[Glogauer chuckles]
[sighs]
Well, his daughter is pregnant from the Hoflinger boy.
Maybe the booth is the dowry.
[Mrs Stifter chuckles]
The Hoflingers and their brewery.
Herr Prank and his facilities.
That makes us some capital.
It's the future, wouldn't you say?
[sighs] Well, I mean,
I wouldn't be surprised if those two took a liking to each other.
Yeah,
who could even blame them?
In times as these.
-And how did you hear all of this? -From the Prussian personally.
Until recently, I was his chief negotiator.
I brought you a little somthing.
Something at cost price, you understand?
A little bit of gossip
related to that unholy alliance which could chuck the life out of it.
[bells chiming]
Enjoy your meal.
[lullaby playing]
[male voices chattering, laughing]
[floor creaking]
[banging]
[Rupp] Lina!
Lina! Open up!
Lina!
[Colina] Shh!
Be quiet. The boy's sleeping.
-Shh. -[Rupp] Tell me…
Why was the door locked?
Hm?
And?
Did you have fun today at work?
Why are you being like that? Why are you always like that?
Go, Rupp. Please go.
[Rupp sighs, groans]
You shouldn't say that to your husband. I'm still your man.
[whispers] Please, go.
Look, I'm sorry for all that I did.
I didn't mean it.
I'm a different person.
[Rupp breathing heavily]
[Colina exhales]
[Rupp moaning]
[breathing heavily]
[announcer] Leave your old life behind you
and travel with us to a new hemisphere.
Even His Majesty, the Prince Regent, is not missing out on this experience.
The unbelievable and incredible "Trip to the Moon"!
CINEMATOGRAPH FAIRYTALE-LIKE PICTURE
Thank you so much.
It's only a couple of minutes.
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for an experience.
A miracle is awaiting you!
-Your Majejsty. -[applauding]
[comical music playing]
[projector whirring]
[audience laughing]
[audience laughing hysterically]
[Maria laughing heartily over crowd]
[music slows down then stops]
[dramatic music playing]
[audience clamouring]
[background chattering]
[Urban] Frau Hoflinger, we need to speak to your son.
He's committed an offense and it' important you tell us where he is.
No, uh,
it was him.
Him!
He did it all! [breathes heavily]
Rat! How dare you! You murderer!
[gasps]
[door opens]
-[Ludwig gasps] -[classical music playing softly]
Could you please get dressed and go? We need to talk.
[Fierment] Ludwig, it's really bad timing.
Would you please just get up?
[Fierment sighs]
Come on, Franz, go. I'll pay you tomorrow.
Have you heard?
-You must've known, though, didn't you? -What do you mean?
About them recording us,
with the Cinematograph,
when you and I…
They saw us- saw it all. All of Munich…
at your masked ball.
[Fierment chuckles]
Yes, well, something's finally happening in this provincial place
to wake up from this sleep, at last.
What would Munich be without us, Ludwig, huh?
A pathetic prince operetta, nothing more!
Had you even thought?
They'll put me in prison.
What do you think?
[shouting] Did you know?
Had you even thought?
[exhales] My dear god.
Stop being a little boy for once in a while.
You mean something to me. Do you understand?
Am I sick?
No!
Not you!
Not you! The others!
[sighs] Let's run away then.
Away from here.
You and I.
Did you think we were going to get married, Ludwig?
Afraid not.
That is the future,
to be able to love and share a bed with whoever you wish!
Men, women, one, five, ten!
But I don't want five and definitely not ten.
Then- [exhales]
Then just go back.
Go back to your home, sweet home.
It's no longer there.
Does this feel sick to you?
[exhales]
[Ludwig breathing heavily]
Can you leave now, please? I have work to do.
[dramatic music playing]
[cicadas singing]
[Clara laughing]
Whoo!
[foreman] Hoflinger!
Hoflinger!
[female voice screaming]
[Clara] Roman
[bells chiming]
[wind howling]
[birds cawing]
Wouldn't even let me bury him next to his father.
Prank got his revenge, that devil.
Revenge…
all because I told those bastards about the brat
in the belly of that snake of yours.
What?
She wasn't needed by anybody.
[sighs] Nobody.
You are vermin.
Puss oozing its way into every hole and crack it can find.
[gasps]
Do you not see it? Are you that blind?
[breathing heavily]
She will send you into damnation.
You've lost your mind, Mama.
"Then the eyes of the blind be opened
and the ears of the deaf unstopped.
Then shall the lame leap as a hart.
And the parched ground shall become a pool and the thirsty land springs of water.
And a highway shall be there and a way it shall be called the way of holiness.
For the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein.
[sighs]
Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty,
they shall behold the distant land. Thine heart shall meditate terror,
'Where are the scribes? They who counted the Towers?'
For the Lord is our master. The Lord is our lawgiver.
The Lord is our king, he helps us." [exhales]
[groans]
[sobbing]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[wind howling]
-[Prank screams, groans] -[blood squirts]
[piano playing "Die Forelle"]
[ominous music playing]
[Prank groans]
[Prank coughs]
[wheezing] I'm sorry about your brother--
Don't talk!
[Prank coughs, groans]
I'm talking now.
-[Prank coughs] -Where should I begin?
With our booth, hey?
With your daughter?
How about my father?
Do you love her? [breathes heavily]
I will make sure that you never see her again.
[groans]
I believed your mother.
She was behind the cartoon drawing
and-- and told me that you…
you'd never-- [screams]
-Lying son of a bitch! -[shouting] Stop! Please! Go on!
Yes, kill me! Go on!
[groans] You have my daughter.
But your brother wasn't my fault.
I did take your booth, yes.
But who gave you a new one, huh?
The rats?
[dramatic music playing]
[Roman exhales]
It's good that you've come back.
[fast, regular banging]]
-[Prank] What are you doing here? -Calm yourself, Herr Prank.
[Urban] My god, what happened to you?
Herr Prank, the magistrate has reason to believe
that you are in violation of the statute
that requires only real Munich beer to be served at Oktoberfest.
An investigation is underway and your beer tent is hereby shut down.
[paper rustling]
It is Munich beer. What is the problem here?
[Urban] Just some spot checks.
It's been brought to our attention that you're selling
your Nuremberg beer under false labels.
-[dog howling in distance] -[bells chiming]
[sniffs]
[grunts]
[footsteps slowly approaching]
[Prank] Can I get you anything, Frau Hoflinger?
Scotch?
Schnapps?
Raspberry brandy?
[exhales]
My advice is to quickly put this behind you.
You've waited long enough.
[inhales] Or would you like a Scotch, after all?
I'm come in the name of my husband.
He would've liked to come himself, as I'm sure you' aware.
[Prank groans]
[Maria gasps]
[breathing heavily] Mankind, Frau Hoflinger…
is a tough bitch.
One needs strength, speed, of course, and, above all, determination.
If you wait…
you lose.
[Maria gasps]
[Prank coughs]
[Maria] You! You destroyed everything!
The whole world!
You consume every thought in my head.
[crying]
You come here…
and take lives!
Can you expect that you be left alone?
We fought for years! Years!
And you…
with all your pomp!
[screaming]
How dare you?
[breathing heavily]
I promised my husband…
that… [gasps]
[Maria breathing heavily]
[gasps, breathes heavily]
[Colina singing sweetly in German]
[female voice singing] ♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria ♪
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria ♪
[female voice vocalising]
[music stops]
[exhales]
[sinister music playing]
[choir singing in German]
Subtitle translation by John Turner