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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 LEF

-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 k*lled 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!

sh*t.

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 w*r.

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 LEF

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!

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 b*tch

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!

Colina!

I’ll be damned!

Come and look!

Keep going!

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 b*tch?

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 TEN

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 LEF

Your blood and your soul

Your beer and your poles

That I am tied to

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 and never

Forever and never

Forever and never

Forever

Lina!

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 TEN

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 sl*t.

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 LEF

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.

Welcome to the circle.

HASENBERGER

MUNICH

Think about what exactly it is you want,

girl.