A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Let them in!
Please, come in.
I don’t want any stupid questions.
I want you to eat and drink and have a blast, okay?
Enjoy! Let’s go!
The Deibel is back from the dead!
In the future we determine
that everywhere in Bavarian cities,
market squares and the countryside,
no beer shall be brewed with anything
but barley, hops and Bavarian water.
I thought our business had concluded.
We have to talk.
-There’s nothing to talk about. -Close up.
The shop’s still open.
I told you that I hate to be disappointed.
I’m a service provider, not a serf.
You’re not my only customer.
Perhaps. But you worked against me.
The Wiesn officer is skeptical
as to whether Hoflinger was really beheaded by cannibals.
And if anybody sees a man with a dog, I’ve got a problem!
I’ll take care of the officer.
I can’t afford to have people looking into it.
Therefore…
I am willing…
to put up another reward.
So that nothing comes to light.
Everything is alright, my friend.
Father.
Milk thistle.
Poker.
Mother.
Come here, come.
You’ve always been in my way.
Since you were little.
My father taught me everything about brewing.
I wanted to be like him.
Then Ignatz came along.
He took me seriously and we were strong.
Until you came.
Then I ceased being a brewer.
I was a mother and an innkeeper.
We give birth to sons, give them everything we can,
just so they grow up to be men who take it all away from us.
Go to your viper. That’s where you belong.
And don’t think you’ll ever take over my brewery.
No!
TO THE OLD DEIBEL
Two liters to 17, okay?
I don’t want to see empty mugs!
Did you go see her?
-Yes. -And?
She’s losing it, Chérie.
That went quick!
You can still give up…
and get on the next boat to America.
How about it, Chérie?
Leave everything behind us and start anew overseas?
You can’t.
Roman Hoflinger doesn’t run away. He looks towards the future.
-And what does it contain? -Us?
Yes.
Another mouth to feed.
"If you want to see the rainbow, you must endure the rain."
That’s what my mother supposedly always said.
Maybe all of this is happening for a reason.
Maybe everything has to decline so we can build something new.
What better time than now, Roman? And who better than you?
Greetings.
Look who’s already asleep.
You see? I don’t lock the door.
-I’m happy when you come home. -Why’s he already asleep?
You can’t be gone all day.
The boy needs his family.
We’re not a family.
We’re your cattle and you treat us as you please.
Shut your mouth.
You…
You never believed in me.
Hit me.
I’m not afraid of your punches anymore.
Oh, my god.
Just a little drink to calm him down. He’ll wake up.
What’s for dinner?
Do you have anything to do with the recordings of Ludwig Hoflinger?
Do you have anything to do with his father’s death?
Why are you here?
Roman needs money.
You need beer.
It would be an investment.
Roman comes from an old Munich brewer’s family.
He doesn’t need to hide behind middlemen.
Not only could he supply you with beer, he could make the brewery successful.
You will make him an offer.
And if I notice that you’re trying bamboozle him…
I will betray you.
Fine.
Leave my name out of it.
Well then.
No offense.
You can go, okay?
What’s that supposed to mean?
The good man is innocent.
We found a very confused little girl this morning
in the middle of the street in Haidhausen.
The girl’s father was stabbed to death.
Lowly circles, criminal milieu.
The girl is totally crazy.
We brought her to a children’s home.
We couldn’t get a sensible word out of her.
Father.
Milk thistle.
Poker.
Now guess what we found in the pocket of her skirt.
It belonged to your father, right?
And the giant dog.
Which we missed.
That dog has a bite force of roughly 2,000 Newtons.
That’s about the weight of a guillotine.
In other words, the dog is capable
of biting a grown man’s head off.
Your father was the victim of a cruel murder with robbery.
Case closed.
Goodbye.
Uh…
there you go…
No, take the crosses.
Which crosses? There are only crosses.
-Those. -I see.
There you go…
Here, look.
Your mother isn’t stupid.
It’s your turn.
If you could do anything you’d like…
where would you go?
Stay with you, mommy.
What about daddy?
It’s your turn.
Gosh, that was great this year.
And tomorrow it’ll all be over.
They changed beer prices today.
One pfennig more per liter.
We could’ve done two pfennigs.
A beautiful firework!
Have you had any success with…
you know who?
You mean your esteemed colleague, the mayor?
Urban.
Everything at the proper time.
"The beer price has officially gone up.
That means that as of today, the last day of the Wiesn,
some visitors will not be able to afford to drink themselves into a stupor.
-What? Starting when? -Immediately, if I got that right.
They’ll milk that cow until it dies.
The guests will keep drinking, but the tips will stop coming.
What should we do?
We go on strike.
That won’t bother the fat cats.
Then they’ll have to get prostitutes to serve the guests.
They don’t have that much time.
We go on strike today.
I’m sick of men telling me how to live my life.
Tell everybody.
We’ll seal every tap at noon.
Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and be amazed!
Never before seen at the Wiesn. A real sensation!
Fresh and wild warriors from Samoa!
Real cannibals!
BEER TENT
Today’s your lucky day, Roman!
We’ll see!
Success, young man…
grows like manure in a stable.
The more cows you have, the more shit there is.
Still, you can build a fine palace on a pile of shit.
The big picture is more important than the individual parts.
What do you want?
I want you to realize that people remember events.
Their first times.
Not those who fell by the wayside.
They’ll remember Edison, not this Tesla guy.
The Lumiéres, not the Skladanowskys.
Me…
not Stifter.
People have loved sensations
since they could count on water and bread.
But if everything stays the same, they’ll kick each other’s heads in again.
If the old stands in the way of the new…
it will be swept away.
For the good of civilization.
Let us pave the way.
The future.
Before someone else does.
-Are you done? -No.
I want to merge with Deibel Brew.
That’s the only chance for us to survive.
And how?
You’ve got the best beer in town and I want it.
You will purchase the Hasenberger brewery from me.
Since it’s been closed, it’s a steal, and I have to sell.
As soon as you’ve purchased it for one mark,
you’ll expand it
so that it can produce ten thousand hectoliters next year.
Together with Deibel Brew’s five thousand, that’s fifteen thousand.
Then we'll have enough to have a beer tent at the Wiesn.
I will purchase the neighboring land in your name, of course.
We’ll have enough money when I sell my brewery in Nuremberg.
And then…
we’ll build a second, a modern facility…
that’ll triple those ten thousand hectoliters.
Triple.
And then we’re in the big league, young man.
Bottled beer, exports, Deibel Brew.
Your art, my money.
Within a year?
Within three months!
Okay, make it five.
You are totally nuts.
I can’t give you the sole responsibility for such a project.
We’ll each hold 49.5 percent of the shares.
And the last one percent?
It’ll go to Clara.
The Hoflingers will officially run management.
Provided your mother is okay with that.
-Are the others in? -Everybody.
Crazy.
-Are you nuts? -Let’s go.
-What’s this about? -We’re not worth less than they are.
-Stop! Look! -Yes, good!
You’re crazy!
-Let’s go! -Hey!
Have you gone mad?
Why this nonsense, Lina?
Are the people supposed to serve themselves?
Come back!
This is about our future.
The beer price raise means less tips for the servers.
But tips are our wages!
That’s all we have!
And we will not accept that
as long as others profit.
Yes!
From now on… we strike.
Yeah!
You’ll see
if you can do without us or if you can’t.
Let those crazy women be. They’ll see what good it serves them.
Protest against the large breweries, not us!
There will be seven innkeepers here next year, not thirty!
And then you’ll need servers who are content
and happy to work at this great festival!
Yes!
So you’ll pay us!
Do what you want.
I’ll find my waitresses elsewhere.
I won’t be bribed like that!
They’re crazy!
Oh, yes.
If we give in now,
nobody will take us seriously in the future.
Let’s go, girls!
Yes!
I’m taking you seriously.
Shit!
Goddamn!
Either he goes or I do.
And Maxi?
I’ll take him with me.
I won’t let that happen again.
It would be just for a few days.
Until I’ve found something new.
Either way, you can’t stay there.
Roman won’t object, I’m sure.
Thank you.
The innkeeper’s wife now?
You’ve made something of yourself.
Mother?
I brought you something.
From Ludwig.
Well…
I want to come home.
You can come home when you’re better.
I’m not sick.
Take me home.
Thank you, boy.
Thank you.
She seems collected.
That’s the heroin.
It suppresses hysterical attacks and calms her down.
How long will she have to stay?
Hard to say, but…
I’m positive she’ll get better soon and be discharged.
If it does take longer,
I’d be willing to make a generous donation to your clinic.
-How long? -Very long.
Well… her hatred for men…
especially this man Prank, is still evident.
It could be that she’ll remain…
a danger to others for a long time.
Make sure she’s treated well.
And have her declared to be of unsound mind.
I need the papers now.
PSYCHIATRIC ASSESSMENT MARIA HOFLINGER
LEGALLY INCAPACITATED
Fully authorized. Very good.
There’s still a catch.
Tradition.
There will only be space for seven beer tents, not eight.
They won’t let us in.
We have to be number seven.
CAPITAL BREW
MUNICH
Greetings.
Do you want to make some cash before you leave?
Listen up!
Aha!
Fraulein strike leader.
Have you finally gotten what you want? You crazy bitch.
Even more.
The beer price will be raised every year.
Stifter said the purchasing prices are going up,
so they have to adapt the selling price.
Or the breweries will suffer losses.
Such impudence. They make millions with the beer!
But Stifter is guaranteeing
that you’ll be the innkeeper of his tent next year.
Shut up.
But… under one condition.
If I can sing.
And I will only sing if you make me head waitress.
-What? -What will he do?
Yes…
well…
I’m sorry, Johanna.
-You’ll find something else. -That’s enough! Asshole!
Bye bye!
You’ll make five times your salary, Mr. Lochner.
As head waitress, I hereby declare:
from today onward I will only hire waitresses
that receive a fixed salary.
-What? -Yes!
Each one of them will get three marks a day.
Yes!
Bravo!
-Great! -Thank you!
And up!
Colina!
You stay here and wait until we’re back.
Come now.
Let go!
Or I’ll break your arm.
I’ll kill you.
Who are you?
You just wait.
You want to run the tent?
You don’t think I can do it?
Sure you can.
Gentlemen…
the Wiesn this year was a complete success.
The innkeepers stayed on track…
the beer tents have been authorized…
the beer price raise…
has been put in place.
Greetings. I hope I’m not late.
Sorry, but this is a private function.
-Really? -Yes.
What’s the item at hand?
We’re discussing confidential matters
not designed for commoners.
I’m not a commoner.
We’re the eighth largest brewery in Munich according to volume.
And growing.
Mr. Urban can check the contracts.
We’ll meet every requirement for our own beer tent in April.
There’s not enough room for eight tents at the Wiesn.
Right.
There’s only room for seven.
What’s this, Hoflinger?
A commercial?
Yes.
I’ll show you a commercial that will change your life.
Where are you and the pretty lady heading?
America.
The new land?
I’ll buy some property and brew my own beer.
According to Bavarian purity laws.
And people will drink it.
Purity laws…
A matter of faith, just like the immaculate conception.
Barley and wheat are expensive.
What do you think is cheaper?
A young man like you was just here recently.
He came from a large brewery and said they store sugar beets.
Why?
The devil always shits on the largest pile, young Hoflinger.
Stay just the way you are.
CAPITAL BREW MUNICH
SUGAR FACTORY AUDRINGER
Well…
I didn’t want to believe it myself.
Mr. Stifter has been breaking the purity laws of 1516
with molasses and caramel.
That’s a waste product from the sugar factory.
It gives the beer the right color and it’s cheaper than barley.
That’s why Stifter could offer prices that we could only dream of.
It’s not listed on the bottle,
but it’s been talked about in wheat fields all around Munich.
So?
I can explain that.
And I can change it now.
-All you talk about is the future. -Excuse me.
Gentlemen…
do we really want to risk…
damage to the brand of Munich beer
just because a small error is shouted from the rooftops?
Mr. Hoflinger…
is right.
Capital Brew will be subject to monitoring.
I’ll take care of it myself.
If it even recovers from the impending stock crash…
and probable change of management.
So, the seventh spot is sorted out.
I want to tell you a story.
GIVE IT YOUR ALL
-Step aside. -Get lost!
Shit weather!
My father and I came all the way from Berlin.
He only wanted to showcase his home brew.
But he never came home.
With regards from my father.
No!
Yes, I do.
Follow your totem.
Subtitle translation by John Turner