01x03 - Verhängnisvolles Duell

[bunniefuu]

We'll grab a beer
some other time then!

Bye, guys! Awesome!

I couldn't have done
it better myself.

Alright. Um,
difficult. It's a beautiful day.

So I would choose my
colorful cloth trousers,

Plus my fresh floral shirt
and my yellow sneakers.

- Very becoming.
- Thank you.

Urs? How about you?
- Mammoth fur.

But you're already wearing a mammoth fur.
- Yea.

Why do you want a
different mammoth fur?

Mammoth fur this much good,

But mammoth fur up
snowland more much good.

Soft. Few small, little
animal that make...

I see. Joachim?

Pants.
- Yes, that would indeed be fantastic. For all of us.

Could you describe
that in more detail?

No matter what kind. Just
any pants. With two legs.

Funny. Some things you only miss
when they're no longer there.

Okay, that's it for "What I
would wear today if I could".

Tomorrow is charade
night, as always.

The guys are gone
and promised me,

that they'll come back tomorrow.

Great. So now you guys are really like this, hm?
- Totes.

I mean, they realize that we
are twice as fast when I help.

Twice as fast?
- Mhm.

You know, they're not used to the man of
the house having the technical know-how

and really getting involved.

Today they had him sweep the basement.
- And the garden. - And the lawn.

He did really well.

Are-are they here?
- Mhm.

But it wasn't them.

Okay. Then it's the fuse box
again. I'll take a look at it.

Just for my peace of mind, would you say you
can you do this better than repairing a boiler

or worse than
repairing a boiler?

Better. Much better.

Okay. Cool.
- Cool.

Ah. Look what I
found in the garden.

Do you think it's antique or something?
- I don't know. Show me.

Oh dear. Oh no.

You cruel world, mockest me after I
fell. The b*llet burns, burns like...

fire.

In every cell.
- Like hell.

I feel unwell.

All better.
- Mhm.

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Friedrich.

I wanted to apologize
for my outburst earlier.

Which one exactly?
- You're so gracious to downplay this.

You must have been shocked,

to see me overwhelmed by
my feelings like this.

I was so overwhelmed,

I was carried away by the
black horses of memory.

As you can imagine, these
are not pleasant memories.

And it would be unimaginably difficult
for me to tell you the unbearably unhappy

events of that fateful day.

Yeah, and you really don't have to.
I've got... It happened on May 10, 1794.

Okay.
- A fresh spring afternoon.

My cousin Ludwig and I

had accepted an invitation
to a distinguished reception.

At the Bastenheim House,
as it was called back then.

What a place.

Imagine inheriting
all this one day.

It is wonderful to
stay here as a guest.

However, I would not
wish to live here.

On this day, both music and
poetry were to be recited.

I was eager to perform
my latest work.

But most importantly, I was longing to see
the daughter of the Count of Bastenheim again,

my beloved Elisabeth.

At the time, I was a person who
was very dominated by his emotions.

Really? I can't
even imagine that.

Oh, my heart wants to jump
out of my chest, cousin.

She is truly beautiful.

Should we talk to her?
- No, no, she's standing with her father.

He doesn't know that we feel
affection for each other.

However, I long for certainty,

whether her feelings regarding
myself also remain unchanged.

Then write her a love letter.

I will be your
messenger, your Cupid.

So I composed a few
passionate lines.

As a gifted poet, it goes without saying
that this wasn't difficult for me.

Thank you, cousin.

Alrighty, no problem. I'll get
back to you when I know more.

Maybe a glass of wine and chill?

Okay. Talk to you
later, sweetie.

Oh. Sorry, that was important.

But I'm listening. So,
you and, um, Elvira...

Elisabeth.
- That's what I said.

Friedrich, please continue.

Felix? Felix!

Blackout again.
- sh*t.

Language. He was much
more skilled at sweeping.

In my Legion, I wouldn't even
have let him clean the latrines.

Felix? Everything's dark here!

Everything's fine. That was intentional.
- No, it wasn't!

He has no idea what he's doing!

Please don't die, okay?
Nonsense.

Those about to die salute you.

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la. ♪

In the meantime, the
performances had begun.

And the festivities were
approaching their cl*max.

It was my turn to
enchant the guests.

Thank you, Fräulein Helena.

And now, dear guests, we
have the wonderful honor

to listen to our
greatest living poet.

Applause for Friedrich Dorn.

Winter's beauty melts away

and spring comes with
its breath of life

Upon us soon the month of May

Forgotten all the
coldness' strife.

Summer's kiss on evenings warm

Swifts fill the air
in singing swarm.

I hold the fruit
so ripe and sweet

its taste forbidden!

And yet it's out
of reach for me.

The whispers of a shadow through
the silent darkness flows

and a sad soul from below

silent in the night arose.

How I longed to read her words.

But "Rosy Buds in the
Meadow" is an epic poem.

And I could not disappoint
my rapt audience.

How selfless of you.
- Yeah, yeah.

I made sure to hurry,

so that after 2 hours I had
already completed my performance.

Shadows loom as grotesque shapes

Their eyes shine through in darkness bright
Their whispers followed by their scrapes

In fear my heart
seeks to take flight

Sorrow in me finds its growth
And takes away my every breath

On my lips my final oath:

I follow you right on to death!

This man is a genius.

Thank you. I will never
forget that. Thank you.

Bravo.
- Bravo.

And now for you at the
piano: Countess Elisabeth.

From Elisabeth.

"Dear Friedrich Dorn.

I'm very sorry, but
I don't love You.

Perhaps you misinterpreted my
words at our last meeting."

Um, did you by any chance...

Sometimes you have a tendency
to misinterpret things and...

Are you saying what I
think you're saying?

No, not really.

Nope. Still not.

No?
- No.

Well then.

I can't understand this, Ludwig.

Her affection was previously as clear
as the water of a mountain lake.

I am so sorry.

Maybe her father discovered us

And forbid the relationship.

I need to know, I want her to
tell it to my face, at least.

Be careful, cousin. I don't want
you to be humiliated any further.

Elisabeth, this young
lady is unbearably ugly

And untalented.

Untalented, you say?
Ugly? How dare you?

And what is it to you?

I happen to love this
lady you are speaking of.

And I demand satisfaction.

The air was hot.
My heart was cold.

Those with a robust stomach came

to witness my bravery. .

Good luck, cousin.

The gentlemen can now begin.

And go!

1, 2, 3.

11.

Friedrich!
- Cousin!

We didn't even get to 20.
- The scoundrel cheated.

I am lost.

My beloved. My
dearest Friedrich.

I was so stupid to think that
Father would not approve.

Kiss me. Like the French do.

That not happen.

Excuse me?

That not happen. Was there.

Right, of course, Urs.
You were already there.

Well, that's how I remember it.

Urs, tell me.
- I remember day.

Do we really want...
- Of course.

Friedrich come with man.

What a place. Imagine
inheriting all this one day.

It is wonderful to
stay here as a guest.

However, I would not
wish to live here.

Oh, dammit.

Stupid!

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la. ♪

There were round things, there
were flat things, there were bird things,

There were sour things,
there were sweet things...

Now a certain Friedhelm
Korn would like to...

Friedrich Dorn.
- Whatever

...recite a poem to us.

Winter's beauty melts away

And spring comes with
its breath of life

Upon us soon the month of May

Forgotten all the
coldness' strife.

There was tubers from ground,
there were little red lumps from tree.

And, tada, there was... Mammoth.

Nonsense, there was
certainly no mammoth meat.

Besides, this has
nothing at all to do with

how I lost my life.

I still remember it clearly.

So help me God, you were there too?
- Where else would I have been?

Excuse me for not dressing
up for your fancy event.

Ok Griet, tell us
what really happened.

I don't know much about
poetry and such things,

but people seemed to like it,
based on the way they laughed.

Seasons, landscapes, fruit.

What a dilettante.

Then this c*ck
told the other c*ck

something nasty about a writer.

Almost as amateurish as this
Eleonore you always hear about.

Yes, that young lady is
unbearable, ugly and untalented.

Eleonore? No, you must
have misunderstood.

Oh no, it was
definitely about this writer.

You were there too?
- I would never miss a duel.

Good luck, cousin.

Why are they dueling?
- Because of Eleonore von Wallenrodt.

The writer?
- Apparently the poet is in love with her. - What?

The gentlemen can now begin.

And go!

1, 2, 3.

10, 11...

It was 10, right?

Cousin?

Oh. Vulnus abdominis.
That looks bad.

We didn't even get to 20.

The scoundrel cheated.

I know she doesn't love me.

But please get Elisabeth,
so I can say goodbye to her.

Of course.

He waited and waited.

But she didn't come.

Everything OK?
- Yeah, just something in my eye.

I wanted you to think better
of me, but the truth is,

I was a fool.

A fool who died
alone and unloved.

Uh...

Why man write two...

Paper, er, letter?

- Excuse me?
- Man wrote two letter.

Urs saw.
- Why should he?

Mh. Mammoth.

I know she doesn't love me, but please
get Elisabeth so I can say goodbye to her.

Of course.

No.

What a place. Imagine
inheriting all of this one day.

My heart wants to jump out of my chest, cousin.
- Oh my God.

She is truly beautiful.

However, I long for certainty,

whether her feelings regarding
myself also remain unchanged.

Then write her a love letter. I
will be your messenger, your Cupid.

Thank you, cousin.

"Please understand, I don't
love You. Friedrich Dorn."

Upon us soon the month of May

Forgotten all the
coldness' strife.

Summer's kiss on evenings warm

How could his heart
freeze so quickly?

You deserve better.

My cousin... How
should I say this?

...has many
infatuations as a poet.

Typical artist.

...whispers of a shadow Through
the silent darkness flows

And a sad soul from below

Silent in the night arose.

"Esteemed Mr. Dorn. I'm
sorry, but I don't love you."

I need to know. I want
her to say it to my face.

Be careful, cousin. I don't want
you to be humiliated any further.

If I remember correctly,
it was indeed Ludwig

who put the idea of
a duel in my mind.

That guy over there called
Elisabeth untalented and ugly.

Good luck, cousin.

20 steps.

Not 10?
- No, 20.

And go!

1, 2, 3.

It was 10, right?

Cousin?

We didn't even get to 20.

The scoundrel cheated.

I know that she doesn't love me,

but get Elisabeth so I
can say goodbye to her.

He never got her.

He left us much too soon.

He's gone. There's
nothing we can do for him.

Oh my God. Friedrich.

What he did to you.

It's not fair.

Perhaps I can offer
you a little comfort?

I'm sorry, but I don't even know your name.
- Donnerhall.

Ludwig von Donnerhall, Madam.

Donnerhall? Yes.

To make matters worse,
they even got married.

It was their son who returned here.
- My great-uncle. On my mother's side.

All these years I thought
I had been spurned.

But she actually loved me.

Do you feel better now?
- I think so. Somehow...

...redeemed.

Oh, eternal light.

What an uplifting moment.

Bingo.

We've got juice again, baby.
- Great.

Not really great timing though.

Because you lit a some candlelight for us?
- Nope.

Ah, are they...
- All of them.

Oh.

Oh.

I'll check the power again.

But that would mean that
we're related, right?

Yes, well, no. Only
very distantly.

It wouldn't be a problem
if we had children.

We're probably all related to each other
in some way if you go back far enough.

Yea, all descend from me.

And mine sister.

Well then.

Dammit.