A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
["The Flying Dutchman" Overture by Wagner playing]
-[steam hissing] -[engine chugging]
Four weeks until the Oktoberfest.
They're not moving fast enough.
[train whistle hoots]
How long will it take you to get that crate to where it should be?
You! Get that engine working faster. What are you waiting for?
[worker] It's at full steam.
[Prank] Damn it.
It's working, you see?
[worker shouts] Watch out!
[male voices] What is it?
What is it?
THE STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.
I hope this is the first and only.
Every magnificent building has built at a cost.
[dramatic music intensifies]
[train whistle hoots]
[opening song playing]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
-[knocking at the door] -Yes.
Finally!
Is the soup hot? It has to be hot.
It's very hot.
I'll send for the doctor.
Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't bother, you know?
A little indigestion, that's all, I would think.
[sighs] I'll wait for news.
[spoon clinking]
Too hot.
Revolting.
I'm not hungry.
Dizziness?
[sighs deeply] When was the last time that you bled?
That's not any concern of yours.
[sighs softly]
In Nuremberg. What of it?
[Carla] What are you doing? Stop it!
Congratulations!
[laughs nervously] This is just my luck.
[breathes heavily]
-I thought the vinegar essence-- -[whispering] That guarantees us nothing.
-And? -[sighs]
It gives us no other choice.
Leave.
Otherwise your life no longer belongs to you.
[repetitive banging]
[knocking]
Gentlemen.
Prank couldn't keep his plans secret any longer.
His precious time is up.
Now the cat's out of the bag
and we will
react accordingly.
[sniffs]
There's going to be a new statute.
From now on, at Oktoberfest, only Munich beer may be served.
This statute should be issued immediately. Hm?
[magistrate] I sincerely doubt we could push through a new statute
before Oktoberfest, despite what you think I should have done.
Magistrate, you cannot seriously entertain the possibility
of countless other breweries, from any old one-horse town,
selling their piss at our Oktoberfest, for God's sake!
[sighs deeply]
My lawyers have looked into this case
and agree it is urgent.
Considering the balance of votes at this table, I believe
the statute will come into force
and, therefore, I volunteer myself to oversee this affair.
[trickling]
With your mandate,
of course, that is.
-[liquid trickling] -[chuckles]
[member grunts] Yes.
You must do this, yes.
Make sure that you grab that Prussian by his neck
and tear his head off, hm?
I'm sure we all agree here
that one new individual who think he knows it all, at our table,
is enough.
[Prank] This must be a fucking joke!
[Urban] Unfortunately not.
It will be for all of us to see in the papers this afternoon.
[Prank] You can't postpone this until after Oktoberfest?
[sighs] I'm afraid even my powers, in this circumstance, are limited.
What can you do to stop this?
I have got you the permission to build, have I not?
[shouting] What use is that without beer?
How can it be nothing but Munich beer?
The magistrate will not make enemies at the big breweries.
I did warn you that this was likely to be the case from the start.
We must now find another solution, I fear.
[Prank breathes heavily]
My advice would be to pay Stifter a visit.
He is the driving force.
[Prank] Stifter?
[Urban] Hm.
He'll regret this.
You mark my words.
[Roman] The king's delivery?
Uh, it was sent back.
The boss is inside.
[Roman] And? Will the king help us with our place at Oktoberfest?
"It is with great regret that at this time we must inform you that,
due to his mental disposition and strong melancholia,
His Majesty must follow a plan and a strict diet from now
and your monthly delivery of beer is therefore no longer required.
Signed the royal personal physician."
Wonderful.
Are they trying to say that the king doesn't give a shit about tradition?
That's rich, isn't it?
[uplifting classical music playing]
[birds cawing]
[clock chiming]
[sighs]
[inhales sharply] Good lady,
do you know what the symbol of patience is?
A lamb.
Would you be so kind as to tell Herr Stifter
that this lamb is close to death, I'm afraid, if you wouldn't mind.
[maid] I understand.
[female voice] You must be Herr Prank.
Charlotte Stifter.
My son will no doubt be with you shortly.
He's told me all about the enchanting daughter you have.
I hope she's adjusting well after being uprooted
from the Nuremberg's provinces to the royal capital
[in French] Ivoire? Accompany the gentleman.
[children yelling]
Well, the lady lives just down here.
I assure you she can also work discretely.
[Clara] What will she do?
[Colina sighs]
A fairy godmother, she is not.
Afterwards, we shall tell your father that we are taking a trip.
[sighs] A few days in the mountains. Berchtesgaden is just--
Or, if you would prefer, then… uh, we could just go out.
I'll show you Schwabing, the galleries, the museums,
there really is no end to what you see.
[dramatic music playing]
My mother died during child birth.
We didn't know each other.
As a child, it meant that I thought I didn't really exist.
It was all a dream,
somebody else's dream.
You belong here.
But believe me, the longer you wait, the worse it will be.
Don't waste any more time, my girl.
["See Where My Love A Maying" playing]
[sighs, clears throat]
[sniffs]
[Stifter] Cotinga maculata.
A fine specimen, don't you think?
A banded cotinga from Bahia.
A personal gift from Alfred Russel Wallace,
the leading thinker and explorer on evolution.
I got to know him while working for the diplomatic office in Honduras.
As you've said.
Russel managed to develop his ideas on natural selection
quite independently of Charles Darwin.
Another dear friend, I dare say?
-To what do I owe the honour, Herr Prank? -You tell me.
You seem to think that I want to get rid of you.
You seem to be the reason my tap ios running dry.
There are a few individuals who are determined
to have a market untarnished by outside forces.
Even though one of these outside forces is showing them how to make a profit.
[scoffs]
Do you really think that Munich's grand breweries
will allow you to take their beer and piss in it?
Just tell me what you want.
[Stifter sighs]
What irritates me about Darwin
is his emphasis on competition,
gaining strength by eliminating others
using violence, if necessary. Sound familiar?
I therefore favour Russell.
True strength lies in the ability to adapt to adverse conditions.
Thanks for the lesson on the colourful life of birds.
All I did was try to channel my colleagues' anger, you understand.
[Prank] Of course!
We would work better together!
[Prank laughs ironically]
[footsteps approaching]
So that's what you're after, hm?
I see no reason why we can't lead a peaceful…
coexistence.
[sighs] You want my beer tent to sell your beer.
That won't please your friends in the brewing cartel.
[laughs, sighs]
Well, regarding "my friends in the brewing cartel"…
pardon my French…
but fuck them.
-How much? -[Stifter] This isn't about money.
[laughs]
The largest brewery's chairman doesn't care for money? Great joke.
[Stifter] 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.
My last offer, bearing in mind all my costs.
I agree.
[sighs]
Ten percent.
And your daughter.
Like I said, it's not just about the money.
I would cherish Clara everyday.
She'd have access to the highest circles
and you'd have beer of the highest order.
["Fuel to Fire" by Agnes Obel playing]
[background chattering]
What are you doing, Luggi?
Come and do some work.
Good day.
♪ I might be yours ♪
♪ As sure as I can say ♪
♪ Be gone be far away ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
-[background chattering] -[female voices giggling]
[beggar] Alms!
-[prostitute 1] Stop. -[prostitute 2] Come here.
[Glogauer] If you don't pay your debt within six months,
I'll start playing your violin.
Herr Prank!
Is business so slow? Hm?
I'm looking for a snooper,
a dealer.
Thought I might find one here.
Who's involved?
Stifter.
Anatol Stifter.
[chuckles] Capital Brew Stifter.
-[dog panting] -[footsteps overhead]
[Glogauer] So you think Stifter seems a little insincere, do you?
I want to know his background.
[Glogauer] Hm.
[dog panting]
For you.
"Goodbye, Glogauer."
"Have a nice day, won't you, Glogauer."
Before I must be involved with your dirty work,
you could at least be a bit more friendly, don't you think?
I'm only a simple man.
[spits, clicks tongue]
Good little boy.
[dramatic music playing]
[background chattering]
[boy in distance] Papa!
[children yelling in distance]
-[lullaby music plays] -[rain patters]
[thunder rumbles]
[angelic music playing]
[party music playing]
Watch out!
[crowd cheers]
[muffled party music playing]
[guest 1] This is a disgrace!
We'll drink elsewhere. Come on!
[guest 2] You're right.
So… Everyone raise their drinks to Ludwig Hoflinger.
This wonderful creation,
is his entrance ticket into our illustrious circle.
[crowd cheering]
[shouts] Long shit the king!
[crowd shouts] Long shit the king!
-[crowd laughing] -[party music plays]
[inn crowd] Hey!
[whispering] Fraulein Clara?
[whispers] Clara.
[breathing heavily]
[Prank] Fraulein Kandl.
[ominous music plays]
Herr Prank.
-[background chattering] -[tools clinking]
[angelic music intensifies]
[flame roaring]
[Roman] Did you have to show up like you're on a royal visit?
I was here three weeks ago.
Your brother didn't say?
There's been a lot going on.
You look good.
To what do I owe the honour?
The time we had together…
Goddamn it.
Oh, this is all I bloody need!
Is it definitely mine? Are you sure?
[dramatic music plays]
[Roman] Clara!
Clara, what are you going to do?
[Clara gasps]
What am I going to do?
[shouts] Goddamn it!
[breathing heavily]
You've neglected your duties, Fraulein Kandl.
[Colina sighs] I'm so sorry.
I must've fallen asleep.
-[heavy rain pattering] -[glass clinks]
[Prank] Mm-hm.
Please.
[thunder rumbling]
[Prank sighs]
When I employed you…
I knew you you would've flawed.
The different handwriting in your references… Not bad.
The ink, though,
well yes,
it was all the same,
but the performance…
that impressed me.
Even though a side of me knew that I couldn't trust you.
-Where is she? -[chokes]
[splutters, coughs]
[coughing]
[footsteps approaching]
What's going on?
I'd like to ask you? Where have you been?
-[heavy rain pattering] -Out.
Out?
Yes.
[Prank] Um…
I don't understand.
You might not understand, Papa.
Are you all right?
Same as ever.
What's wrong with you?
We agreed upon this, young lady!
Where have you been running off to at night, without Fraulein Kandl, hm?
You've changed since you arrived here.
I barely recognize you and that upsets me.
Because your control of me is lost.
[thunder rumbles]
It's time for you to become someone's wife.
You need to learn discipline, which I can't give you.
I'm certain itll make you happier. Don't you agree, Fraulein Kandl?
Hm?
There is someone who's asked for your hand, in fact
A well regarded gentleman,
able to introduce you to circles of Munich society,
and a great brewer, like me.
Herr Stifter.
Sleep the night. I'll await your decision tomorrow.
Go now.
Come on.
I'm pregnant.
What?
[Colina breathing heavily]
Little maiden I'm not anymore.
[thunder rumbles]
Who by?
Don't even know him.
Clara.
I'm doing all this for you.
Stifter is a well regarded man--
A beer vendor! He's a beer vendor.
[ominous music intensifies]
[thunder rumbling]
[breathing heavily]
[door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Colina] Ah!
[whimpering]
[Colina panting]
-You knew about this. -[breathes heavily]
[sighs] She's so young…
and you are selling her off without feeling.
[breathing heavily]
[thunder rumbling]
[Loisl] Frau Hoflinger, you have to do something about this.
What kind of individual would draw this?
-[scoffs] -It's offensive to His Majesty.
Luggi drew it.
The king may be crazy, it's true
but this is taking it too far.
Don't misunderstand me, but
those Bohemians up there don't belong here.
-[Gypsy folk music playing] -[crowd chattering loudly, laughing]
-[muffled inn music playing] -[heavy banging from above]
[muffled inn music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[Gypsy folk music continues]
[Fierment] Well?
You draw just like a young god.
[sinister music plays]
[muffled crowd chattering, laughing]
-[door bursts open] -[crowd clamours]
[Gypsy folk music plays again]
There's Hoflinger!
[Ludwig] Ow! Ow!
[screams] Ah! Ah! Stop!
Ah! Stop!
-[silence] -[thunder rumbling]
[soft breathing]
[knocking]
[door opens]
[door creaks, closes]
[footsteps approaching]
[Prank sighs]
[sighs]
Tell Stifter the wedding is on, then.
-[gentle piano melody playing] -[rain pattering softly]
[match strikes]
[woman moaning]
I know him.
Very well.
-[woman moans] -I was introduced at Brockmann's one night
-[woman moans] -where I would spend evenings…
the consul.
[woman moaning]
And then?
Then he showed me his other side.
[woman breathing heavily, moaning]
[thunder rumbles]
[gentle piano melody continues]
[thunder rumbling]
I mean it this time, Anatol.
So promise me.
[whispering] I promise you, mother.
[Mrs Stifter] Hm.
[crowd clamouring]
[Ludwig screams] Ah!
[gasps]
[man whimpering in distance]
[Ludwig breathes heavily]
[deep male voice speaks Samoan]
[speaking Samoan]
-[ominous music playing] -[hyperventilating]
Did you kill my father or not?
[in German] Follow your totem.
What is a totem?
[hyperventilating]
FOLLOW YOUR TOTEM - THE GREAT ATTRACTION SAMOA SOUTH SEA CANNIBALS
[Samoan man] "And I saw…
one of its heads, almost to death it was wounded.
And yet its deathly wound
was cured.
The earth…
stared back at the wounds of the beast, silent."
[monkey screeching]
[pencil scribbling]
-[door opens] -[strings playing classical music]
[indistinct chattering]
Thank you, Ivoire.
[Stifter] Prank.
I'm glad you could make it in time to my mother's small gathering.
How's Clara?
I'm here to accept your offer, if that's what you're asking me.
Dear Father.
[slaps back]
Your first delivery will be sent out.
Should last you the first three days of Wiesn.
The rest you'll get after the wedding.
The first day of Oktoberfest would be a perfect date.
Naturally, the reception will be held in your beer tent.
[sighs]
I knew it would all be good.
[whispering] And stay close to my mother, huh?
Father-in-law.
[door opens]
-[door bangs shut] -[keys jingling]
[classical music continues]
[Mrs Stifter] Herr Prank wasn't always a brewer.
I have great respect
for those who have worked their way up from the gutter,
even though, in most cases, their rough edge remains.
Remind me of the name of the brothel you owned in Nuremberg, Herr Prank.
The "Slit"?
The "Slut".
It was the "Slut".
Ladies…
we shall meet again at the wedding.
This is for the Academy.
Academy?
[whispers] What's happened to you?
[breathing heavily]
[sniffs]
[sighs] I understand how you feel.
It's like a shoe that should you fit you better. [sighs]
It rubs and squeezes and you believe it will never be better,
but, eventually, you will find a good fit in that shoe
and it'll be fine.
I promise.
Trust me.
[Roman] Shit day, huh?
[birds flap wings]
I've always thought if one of us ended up in prison,
it wouldn't be you.
What brought you up here, Roman?
[Roman] Drinking.
[birds flapping wings, cooing]
She's pregnant.
Who?
Clara.
-By you? -No, from Krampus.
And? Are you going to marry her?
You should be ashamed, Luggi.
I should? Why me, though?
[Roman] You gave out free beer by the barrel
and chased off our regulars
and then Mama had to fetch you from prison.
Any idead how much that has cost us?
And, on top of that, she thinks that Prank is responsible
for our father's death. She even thinks he ripped his head off.
So, how can I go to her now? What do you expect me to say?
"I want to marry the daughter of Prank, who this shit is coming from,
and she's expecting our child."
You stupid idiot!
And that's who's fault?
It's my fault you're an asshole, is it?
You are always shifting the blame to others, brother.
You must see this.
And Clara was not a fault of her father, any more than we can be blamed for Mother.
Follow your totem.
[Roman] What's that supposed to mean?
[Ludwig] How would I know?
[dramatic music playing]
EDITORIAL OFFICE SIMPLICISSMUS
Smearing the King's name again?
I'm afraid it turned some heads.
I'm sorry, Mrs Hoflinger.
Get your pen, young man.
I have news that will get the whole of Munich talking.
Come on!
Enjoy your meal.
Thank you, Hubertus.
[Mrs Stifter] Good morning!
Remain seated.
This changes everything.
SIMPLICISSMUS - THE BEER BARON WEDDING - CAPITAL BREW MUNICH
[Mrs Stifter] This is what we will do: I will tell my son
this is nothing but an infamous rumour to be stopped.
It'll be viewed as a hoax and that's that.
I will personally take care of eliminating this pregnancy.
Until then, Clara is under my supervision.
We're talking of my daughter, Frau Stifter!
Herr Prank, you must know what will happen if we don't work together from now on.
The good news is that Clara is fertile. She can bear children.
I've always wanted grandchildren.
Haven't you?
We'll find the best backstreet abortionist there is.
It's still early. It won't be a complex procedure.
Goodbye.
[choir sings in German]
[background chattering]
[Prank] I'll take your Deibel brew at an honest rate.
-A beer? -[sighs]
Yes, clearly.
I was involved with the bidding for your stall.
From your sad situation, I profited.
I'd like to make up for that.
You know the feeling…
when in a dream you fall
and wake up right before you hit the ground?
And for a tiny moment…
you don't know if you're still dreaming or actually falling.
That moment is a greeting out of hell
and it never ends, Herr Prank.
Never.
Stifter dried up your profits, did he?
See?
You've just woken up.
[ominous music plays]
[sighs] How do you know this?
A grandmother-to-be knows all there is.
But my Roman won't claim this bastard in his name.
What are you doing with it?
Just making it go away? Then you should both go to hell.
[chuckles]
[whispers] Tasty.
[sighs deeply]
Very tasty.
What a business woman.
We'll be fine, you and I.
My daughter…
a Hoflinger.
[sighs] Let's just toast to her, hm?
On my life, no.
Murderer.
You know this is a capital error you're making.
You must see this way the brewery is saved.
Someone will stop you before much longer. If not the police, then I will.
It's evolving,
Frau Hoflinger.
Let's hope you don't miss out.
[ominous music playing]
[Mrs Stifter] Clara?
Come with me.
It won't take long.
It will be fine.
THE ENGAGEMENT OF CLARA PRANK / ANATOL STIFTER
MUNICH
[woman screams] Ah!
[Clara panting]
[in French] That's it. Pull! Pull! Pull! [gasps]
Go on! Go on! [gasps]
[panting]
-[rain pattering] -[birds chirping]
[woodpecker pecking]
[Roman calling] Clara!
[clock ticking]
[whistles]
["Die Forelle" playing through gramophone]
Clara?
[floor creaks]
[boys choir singing "Die Forelle"]
[blows landing]
[grunting, growls]
[dramatic music playing]
[birds cawing]
["Floating Like Angels" by David O'Dowda playing]
♪ Grace ♪
♪ It's something more ♪
♪ Flying like streets in the sky ♪
♪ Floating like angels ♪
Subtitle translation by John Turner