All language subtitles for Bolwieser (1977) TV Version.ep1_EN

Right, and now the bill.

Marile?

Yes?

The bill.

Yes.

Trei halbe de bere blondă,
domnule inspector-șef, și un gulaș.

Marile, se pare că nu porți
nimic pe partea de jos, nu-i așa?

Wait a minute. You expect me
to dress like a nun in this heat?

You're right, Marile, quite right.

If there is nothing, there's no need
to remove anything when it comes to it.

You! But aren't you a curious fellow,
Head Forester?

Are you awake?

Yikes, you reek of beer.

It's a scorcher today.

Too hot to sleep.

I'm sorry, Hanni.

But you know, Windegger and Lederer…

When are you coming, Xaver?

I'll be right there, Hanni.

Hurry. It's late.

I'm sorry. But it's only
the meeting with the mayor tomorrow.

Come on.

Xaver, where are you,
what are you doing?

Damn and damn again.
Hanni, come here for a sec.

I just can't get this damn tie right.

These modern turn-down collars
are impossible to cope with.

I always say,
you men need to be dressed like kids.

Thank God.

Hanni, I don't know. I can barely…

contain myself when I'm next to you.

Right. We've got to stop.

Rooster.

Hurry with the mayor.

You know, Dad's coming just after noon.

Dad.

Allow me to introduce my father-in-law,
Brewery Owner Neidhart.

Hello, gentlemen.

It's a pleasure.

Scherber!

Hanni!

So that's furniture from Berlin.

Well, it cost a good penny.

What do you want to eat?

Give him a breather, Hanni.

Right, Hanni. Let me take a look at you.

There's something striking about you.

Every time I see you, you're younger.

Dad.

Yeah, it's quite striking.

So what about offspring, if I may ask?

No plans at all?

Well, what's wrong, Xaver?

How am I to take this?

No, Dad.

We can do without the hassle.

It's nicer without.

It's not like before the war.
Nowadays people live for themselves.

Times have changed.

Hanni is not interested
in having a child.

Neither am I.

What's that, Hanni?

All modern, all newfangled.

It is what it is.

Dad.

Is that supposed to be nice?

Eternally twosome with that yellow bird.

What you need is a different squeak.

Xaver, I'm telling you,
don't be an embarrassment.

And as you get older,
you'll regret it. Mark my words.

I'll say this, the main thing is
that you're truly happy.

And how we do it is our business.

Am I not right, Hanni?

Of course.

Dig in, Dad. Eat.

Really.

No children.

I just don't get it.

Everyone has to know
what's good for them.

All your affection,
and yet you'll be childless.

You're right after all.

You're actually quite right.

Life is over before you notice.

Might as well make it pleasant.

By the way,
I heard the Torbräu is up for sale.

Is it true?

I see. You didn't come here to see us.

You're here on business.

I should have known.

Well, if you can combine them…

Today after work we'll take a look.

I've always grown wiser
on a proper night out.

You're coming, Xaver.

Yes, if you want me to, Hanni.

I can't bear your eternal hanky-panky.
You're coming, end of matter.

And Hanni, too.

Tonight you are my guests.

Right, duty calls.

Hanni, it seems to me
that you wear the pants in this house.

And Xaver practically devours you
with his eyes.

You women have it easy.

It only looks that way.

We don't boss each other around.

You know, Xaver is a very nice man.

What I heard about the Torbräu,
it's true after all.

It must be true.

Apparently it's in dire straits.

It calls for someone like me.

In this business it's always the same.
I can sort it out.

I'll use Franz Merkl.
He'll be the tenant.

He'll get it going.

You know him, Franz.
He was your schoolmate.

He grew up good and decent.

He isn't married either. Very luring.

Better watch out. Very luring.

Now you may bring me a cigar.

A child?

What for?

Nonsense.

And anyway,

now?

I can trump that.

Good evening, gents.

- Evening.
- Three beers.

And three schnitzels with potato salad.

I reckon that's all you have.

Excuse me,
we do have onion meat and goulash.

Never mind. I said schnitzel.

Schnitzel.

When the entire management shows up
for three shabby guests,

then good night, it's haunted.

Here you are.

- Thanks.
- There.

Thanks.

Flat.

By the way, the name's Neidhart.

Brewery Neidhart, Passau,
if you'd please.

I'm a serious contender,
so now you know it.

But good night.

I could easily show up as a millionaire
and leave as a pauper.

I'm buying those gentlemen
a jug of beer each.

Your business needs a boost.

But Dad!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Jesus, what a pathetic place.

You don't have to buy my inn.
Nobody is forcing you.

That's not the point.

Seeing this
just makes my professional heart ache.

This is no talk for a public beer table.

Come back tomorrow, Mr Neidhart.

Xaver, I'd rather go home
with my full wallet.

Incredible.

More punters and fewer waiters
would be better.

Yes, but--

I pay cash, end of story.
We'll settle the details.

And keep your schnitzels.
I can imagine what they taste like.

Pathetic, is all I can say. Pathetic.

I'll say it again. I'm paying in cash.

Just so you know.
Plain speaking must be allowed.

You can eat your grub yourself.

Many thanks.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Please excuse us, I...

It's quite all right, Ma'am.

I do understand your father.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Damn brute.

You're always
badmouthing everything, Dad.

Badmouthing? I'm badmouthing, you say?

I'm paying,
but I'm supposed to praise it?

That place isn't worth a shot of powder.

It'll bring trouble
and a lot of annoyance.

And the price will make you blush.

Jesus. I wouldn't buy it then.

Not buy it?

It's just nature,
me getting upset about nothing at all.

And I practically bought it already.

The miserable sod will beg me
to take it, beg me!

I hope, once I own the Torbräu,
you classy people will become regulars.

Where classy people go, the mob follows.

Bravo!

Now, ladies and gents,
no need to twist my arm.

I'm buying a round of 50 litres of beer!

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Right, that's the way I like it.

Don't drink so quickly.

Cheers!

Mr Neidhart, to your health.

Well then, cheers!

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

A nice person, really.

Yes, Dad has a good eye
for things like that.

He's really grown up nice and decent.

He'll get the Torbräu going again.

Anything else, Sir?

I'll have two Weißwurst.

Merkl, come here!

All right.

Xaver, don't trust him!
Protect your conjugal rights!

When Merkl sees a proper woman,
the devil possesses him.

But Dad, schoolmates are no danger
for each other.

When you grow up together side by side,
the attraction fades, father-in-law.

Am I right, Mr Merkl?

Quite right.

Toni, take it easy on the booze.

You soon can't hear yourself talking.

If I don't drink, who will?

Yeah.

Swell guy, this father-in-law.

He's no stick in the mud,
unlike you, Bolwieser.

Exactly, from now on
you have to get out more.

Your reputation's at stake, Xaver.
It's what counts.

Madam, your spouse's age is admissible,
but that's where you have to start.

And optimise your resources, right?

Excellent, Head Forester!
Very true, couldn't agree more.

Each and every night, the wear and tear!

Jesus! Toni, the things you say…

That was nasty, Dad.

Xaver, from now on
you show up at Merkl's every Thursday.

All right. I'll show up.
You won't fault me.

And I won't keep him away,
Head Forester.

Not on my account.

Right then, Stationmaster,

your wife doesn't seem
unwilling to let you have the house key.

All right. I'm in.

Cheers, Head Forester.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- Morning. Morning, Mr Scherber.
- Morning.

- Stationmaster.
- Remember the invoice for Fink & Co!

Yes, certainly, Mr Bolwieser.

Yes, all right.

Good morning, gents.

Good morning, Windegger.

- Morning, Stationmaster.
- Morning, Head Forester.

- Travelling?
- Yes, to the court in Munich.

To the court?

I'm juror in disciplinary proceedings
against a colleague.

I see. Certainly more interesting
than my wood revision in Planendorf.

But you are
conscientiousness personified--

- Morning.
- Morning.

Yes. Last night was
another veritable men's club.

Even the Head inspector
was totally committed.

He was properly excited last night.

You see, Stationmaster, it's because
his wife is out of town at the moment.

So he's allowed to go out.

So he gets away with it.
Ordinarily? Oh dear!

If he's not home by eleven,
there's a violent row.

Such a brilliant person
has such a monster at home.

The talk of town in Werburg.

The poor fellow's become
literally a laughing stock.

There's nothing wrong
with being politely considerate.

But henpecked like that
is beyond the pale.

A man in his position
who is yet quite placid.

Doesn't drink, doesn't squander,
and is eternally unwell, that too.

Those two have no worries,
no children.

I don't get it.

He's quite upset.

I've known him
since he moved to Werburg.

For 14 years.

Accommodating, flexible, dutiful
and totally free of pride, popular.

But when he's at home with her,
it's pure hell for him.

We saw it again last night.
He even has a sense of humour.

He's said, it's his weak liver.
I give him five years, no more.

What will he have got out of life?

A man wants some peace and quiet,
nothing more.

Wives like that, they're evil incarnate.

Yeah, he's to be pitied.

- Oh no, my sinuses.
- Excuse me.

Their home life must be
very dull and quiet.

All she does is crochet,
and he just stares at the newspaper.

They should have children.

That would fix it. It would.

And when it comes to you?

We don't want children for now.

They should have children.
It might help them. In their case.

Don't forget, Xaver, will you?
No children for now.

No children, okay?

Hello, sir.

- Hello.
- How can I help?

I want something special.

You know, my wife is very beautiful.

Perhaps silk stockings and…

Yes?

In your…

In your window.

Outside.

There, in the window…

I saw…

I saw… knickers.
I saw a pair of knickers.

A pair of knickers.

I need size 40.

Size 40.

I remembered it.

Do you understand?

This is high quality.

However, it's a bit dearer.

Yes.

I'll take it. Would you wrap it for me?

Hanni.

Is this the trial?

- Yes.
- May I go in?

Yes.

Witness.

You claim that the farmer Gewandtstätte
attempted repeatedly to become intimate.

Yes, Mr Chairman.

When did this occur last?

Well…

It was on Rosary Sunday.

On that day the farmer said
I should help push the cart inside.

So it won't get wet in the rain,
he says.

Then, on the threshing floor,
he stepped behind the tiller and said,

'Hang on there, Liesl.'

I wanted to get away.

But he grabbed me and said,

'Upon my honour, I'll marry you
when the old woman is gone.

She won't last much longer.

I can vouch for that.'

Can you positively remember
that he said,

'I can vouch for that'?

Yes, exactly like that.

All lies and deception!

She lies each time she opens her gob!

Everyone here is conspiring against me.

Everybody!

Quiet! If you don't stop heckling,
you'll be taken away!

Speak when you're spoken to!

I won't be quiet at all!

I won't be brought down by this whore!

Take him away!

Injustice!

Injustice!

If you were healthy
and had a lame wife for five years,

you'd also choose madness!

Silence!

Silence.

All right.

He said he could vouch
that his wife wouldn't live much longer.

I replied, 'I don't want to, Farmer.
It's a indecent.

If you were a widower,
I wouldn't object.'

So I up and left that very night.

Because I was afraid.

But the following Tuesday you came back.

Why did you do that?

After what had happened,
you could have stayed away!

I didn't persuade the farmer
to do away with his wife!

Never!

There was no need
for this wickedness on my account!

I wasn't interested in him.

He never left me alone.

'Liese, upon my honour and soul,

I'll marry you
when the old woman is gone.

I'll marry you
when the old woman is gone.'

Xaver!

What are you hiding?

Were you summoned to the jury too?

Corsetry from Glöckner's?

A gift for my wife!

Oh, for your wife.

Your wife is quite a catch.

Brewmaster's daughter from Passau.
Never thought you had it in you.

You'll excuse my frankness,
between old friends.

I hardly recognised you
in your fancy suit.

Well, you're stationmaster now.

I hope you still talk
to a lowly secretary.

Stop this nonsense, Hans.

There!

An open position on the board.

Do you think they'll dismiss him?

It goes to show…

how swiftly you can fall.

I would like to point out that my client

has suffered from severe gout
for ten years.

He has a wife and three children,
and of the embezzled sum of 3,800 marks,

2,500 marks have already been repaid.

A man who has carried out
his duty for 39 years,

brought down by a hapless investment
on behalf of his family,

a civil servant who dedicated his life
to the state and his department.

I don't know, gentlemen, whether victims
of these unfortunate circumstances

should be dismissed this easily.

They simply mustn't become a burden
for the welfare office.

Would you care to add anything?

I concur with the comments
of my attorney.

The court withdraws for deliberations.

Still, they awarded him
a third of his legal pension.

But dismissed from the railway.

Goes without saying.

God knows if his demanding wife
didn't drive him to it.

Civil servants don't do things
like that for themselves.

Women.

I'm off to the train station
to go home.

You're not going home, that's that!

I'm so parched, it's deafening.

I don't see you for years,
but you just want to up and go.

Rotten manners.

You must be scared of your missus.

Could she perhaps be wearing the pants?

Yeah, sure. Anything else?

Because you had a monster for ten years,
you think it's the same everywhere.

I know what I know.

What I know, I do know.

Thank God. But I feel damn swell.

No complaints.

I'm knackered.

Here in Munich you go insane.

Thanks, Reserl.

You must be knackered.

Yon won't convince me.

Same old story.

You simply have to stay here.

If you start now, if you give in
all the time, let me tell you…

You'll be under her thumb in no time.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Good Lord, Xaver!

It's really good to catch up today.

For a get-together like this I'd give…
God knows what.

Yes, what a pity.

We never meet these days.

So you do agree with me.

Oh dear.

So your freedom is over too.

Once you're under the skirt,
you're there for good.

Believe whatever you like.

But from where I stand,
you keep getting leaner.

For me it's just the opposite.

Yeah, women have the knack.

They cook your dinner.

They make it nice and cosy.

Beautiful how they serve your bacon.

And you fall for it wonderfully.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Right. I'll just about
make the 9.30 train.

Stay a little longer.

No way. I'm calling it a day.

Pay for your beer.

Some other time.

Liesl, upon my honour I'll marry you
when the old woman is gone.

Hey!

Good evening, Stationmaster.

Hanni.

Hanni!

I waited until 10 o'clock.

Turn off the light.

I want to sleep.

Look, the two of us would never argue.

It's always because of others.

Some daft meeting,
some heathen blockheads.

Often I'm no good at saying no.
I don't like it when they mock me.

I don't like it when they say
you're bossing me around.

I stay for your sake, just for you.

Just for me.
Just for me you have friends like that.

Just for me you drink
that much and squander money.

Jesus. I only go to town once a year.

Just thinking of that Treuberger,
how he behaved at our wedding…

Oh well, he was blotto, that's all.

Everyone is repulsive
when they're blotto.

Oh.

How about Windegger?

The Head Forester?

There's nobody else around.
How often do I see them anyway?

I have no other dealings with them,
and I'm not married to them either.

We sit together and play cards.

That's it.

You never go out with me.
You know I'd often love to.

Like me again?

Sure, we've made up again.
Come on, Hanni, come on.

It's pointless to quarrel
over such stupid banalities.

Well?

- All good.
- Fine.

My bag. Where did I leave my bag?

Tongue.

Tongue, he says.

Hanni.

Hanni.

Hanni.

Hanni.

I'm all yours.

Only yours.

Hey, Münchmeier!

Yes, Stationmaster.

That's my bag. I left it in Munich.

Right, Stationmaster.

Münchmeier!

Yes?

Kindly continue your work!

The old man's at it again.

Since the trial in Munich he's lost it.

Yeah, I was going to say
he's a bit changed.

I'll have a look. It's interesting.

Come in. Yes?

The cargo invoice, Lärber & Bähr's,
is still off by 0.38, Stationmaster.

Candidate Scherber
worked out a difference of 0.33.

The weighing must be at fault.

All right. Let's have it.

I'll look into it later.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome, Stationmaster.

That damn creep.

Looks like I've been on the money.

Why, what's in the bag?

Silk stockings, that's what.

And soap.

The whole room reeked of it.

- The Stationmaster's bag?
- The Stationmaster's bag.

Right. I'm off to lunch now, gentlemen.

'Like I said,
I hope your old lady won't find out.

You'll know what to do.'

'Like I said,
I hope your old lady won't find out.'

Hello, Hanni?

Treuberger wrote to you.

Your Treuberger.

What's the matter? What's wrong, Hanni?

Hands off. Take your hands off me!

Hanni, Hanni, stay!
I'll tell you about it. Sit with me.

This is all just a daft matter!

Go ahead and eat. Bon appetit!

Hanni! For God's sake, open the door!

Open the door!

Have something to eat. It'll be spoiled.

You eat it then.

'Oh thou saintly husband, Xaver.
You know me, I'm a curious person.

So I peaked at your briefcase.
Wonderful, great.

Imagine how happy your virile assurances
about marriage etc. made me.

Now I get it. Petty bourgeois like you
don't take things like that home, right?

And of course I now get
why you're such a happy, saintly spouse.

Yes, you're twice as good, old fox.
But I won't be fooled, mate.

I hope your old lady doesn't catch on,
and you'll know to handle it.

I just hope that we can meet up soon
and discuss matters as husbands should.

Goodbye and warm greetings,
your old friend, Johann Treuberger.'

The impudence!

Totally despicable!

Hanni!

Hanni!

Open the door, Hanni!

I read the letter, it's an outrage!
Open the door!

Go away! Leave me alone!

Open up!

Total nonsense, this.
We're not teenagers, for heaven's sake!

It's malicious slander,
that's what it is.

I'll report the fellow.
I'll shut his smutty gob!

I bought the things for you,
and for no one else.

I'm not lying, it's true, totally true!

There.

I was so happy.

I even remembered it's size 40.

There.

You see, it's just for you!

May I drop dead if I lie.

Hanni.

My God. I have to go to work right now.

Hanni, but tonight…

we'll discuss it.

You'll have to be nice to me.

Right.

Let him stick his nose into this,
that Treuberger, that nasty fellow.

'From now on we revert to surname basis
and are total strangers.'

That's what I wrote.
Right, that's what he gets out of it.

I just didn't dare tell you
that I'd lost the bag.

I just didn't dare, Hanni.

I just didn't dare.

Dared?

You're beginning to make it sound as if
you really were a hen-pecked husband.

Why don't we stop
this eternal bickering?

For heaven's sake,
a man needs to have his peace.

It's enough!

And anyway,

I don't have to mix with others.
They don't interest me at all.

Not in the slightest.

I'll just

stay with you.

I'll never go away again.

Never again.

No way.

I just don't want to.

They can get stuffed.

I just don't want to.

What the hell
are the Torbräu and Merkl to us anyway?

Are they harmful or beneficial for us?

Probably harmful.

Suddenly I'm supposed
to become a regular.

Suddenly I'm supposed
to go there every week.

We were at peace
until this business deal came along.

All of a sudden this fuss is starting.

Really? What's the problem?

You could easily go
once or twice per week.

We're always together, Chubby.

We see each other long enough,
day in day out.

I don't want people to say,
I don't let you out.

What?

You're saying this? You?

Yes. Why?

Why're you asking?

But…

But…

But you never…

Going out and staying out and drinking

late into the night, you never liked it.

Well, you don't always
have to be the last punter to leave.

Chubby!

All right.

Now and then I could

pop into the Torbräu.

If you don't object.

But I don't want it to become a habit.

You don't have to.

By the way,
this Saturday Merkl is giving a party.

Indeed, cuts a gorgeous figure,
your wife does.

Merkl has good taste.

I'd have made her Queen of the ball too.

A pity you don't dance.

Well, no man is good at everything.

In a word, majesty and gracefulness.

Congratulations, Stationmaster.
Your wife is quite the dancer.

A la bonheur.

It's been an honour.

A pity you don't dance, Chubby.

I haven't had this much fun for ages.

You shouldn't drink too fast, Hanni.

You'll be even hotter.

You are truly beautiful.

So beautiful, Hanni.

You turn everybody's head.

Yes? Really?

Silence, gentlemen.

Head Forster Windegger and Fanni Ruth
shall perform a Schuplattler for you.

Really artistic.

Quite a feat for his age.

Come on.

You're a dodderer.
The staircase took your breath away?

I'll show you if I'm a dodderer.

And you'll see why I'm breathless.

The state of stimulation
doubles the affection.

I can't wait any longer.

I have been boiling over
this whole time.

Come on.

Come on, hurry, come on.

Come in.

Xaver?

I got a letter from Dad.

I have to talk to Merkl.

About the interest.

Of course, Hanni.

Just go, Hanni.

And

give Merkl my regards.

Hey, what if someone walked in?

You rooster, you rooster in love.

See you later.

Hello, Merkl.

- Hello, Madam.
- Hello, Madam.

That'll be 5 mark 20, Madam.

5 mark 20.

Oh, I only have a 10 mark bill.
Can you break it?

Naturally.

- Bye, Mr Merkl, Mrs Bolwieser.
- Bye.

Madam Stationmaster?

I'd like a word.

My father wrote a letter.

Why don't you go ahead into the office?
I'll just be a minute.

Luise?

I'm away for half an hour, Luise.
I have a business meeting.

Come in, Madam.

Prepare the two best filets
for Madam Stationmaster.

Yeah, Merkl.

What?

Yes, Dad knows how to pick them.

He knows where they do best.

I'm telling you, Xaver,
the momentum and order at the Torbräu,

they make your heart leap,
a joy to behold.

Yeah, Merkl is efficient all right.
It's obvious.

You see, Chubby?

I always thought
that you and Merkl would get along well.

And…

And he's told me many times too
that you're his favourite.

He always gives us the best cuts.

Yeah.

Merkl is a nice person.

He's easy to talk to.

What he says has substance.

Hey, Xaver?

Looking at you…

Merkl actually looks like you.

He has the same nose as you.

What's up today, Chubby?

Oh, don't worry.

But there might be a strike.

A strike?

Would it affect us?

Us?

Hardly, I'd say.

And…

You have to look out for number one.

I'm a civil servant.

Look, a mother and child
are about to jump into a river.

The child goes,
'Sure the water isn't cold, mum?'

Sure the water isn't cold, mum?

The mother goes, 'Don't worry.
Fish live there permanently.'

But gentlemen!

I won't have these diversions on duty.

I'm responsible for any irregularities.

You know the service regulations!

You know I'm liable
if someone happens to check!

I demand you increase your awareness
of your duties and responsibilities.

Right. I showed that lot.

Well, Chubby, I don't think
it's going to be that bad.

If push comes to shove,
we'll be fine with our fat bank balance.

It's your money.

What's mine is also yours.

Sure, but

is this why I served
my entire life dutifully,

to barely enable me
to get through the day?

It'd be an outrage.

Oh, Xaver.

Things are never as bad as they seem.

Let's discuss it with Merkl.

With Merkl.

To your health.

Cheers.

A strike at the State Railway?
Out of the question, Xaver.

Emergency Services'd take over at once.

To your health.

And the union gents give in.
Mark my words. That's how it'll be.

If the workers bunch doesn't give in,
the troublemakers are simply sacked.

And that's that.

Today, the workforce is a dime a dozen.

People are chuffed to be working.

Only a bunch of agitators make trouble.

Identify them and get rid of them.

Then you have peace.

Do you think the country can tolerate
something like that right now?

If they strike, an arbitration tribunal
would be set up in no time.

Employees and the National Railway Board
have to negotiate.

In the end, the workers are content
if they get to keep their jobs.

But I'd stake my head on this,

I bet, it'll never even go that far.

Yes, Franz. Yes.

Yes, looking at it that way,
I do have to agree with you.

And you sum it up very nicely.

Well…

You see?

Besides your big business and your work

you're a politics expert too.

Respect.

Well, sometimes it's good
to look into these things too.

Xaver, a businessman in today's world
can't pay enough attention.

To everything.

I'm telling you,
without keen eyes and ears,

where would I be in this hostile world?

People are envious
because my business flourishes.

Hanni, Merkl was right.

The strike is cancelled.
Union and rail management have agreed.

What do you say now?

Yes, Merkl has a keen eye for realities.

Yes.

Are you going out?

I'm going for meat.

Hello, Ms Käser.

She's with Merkl again.

I heard it myself.
She said, she's going for meat.

That woman is shameless.

With a husband
who's blind in both eyes…

Nothing to do all day
but a bit of housework.

And she's a good looking person.
Can't argue with that.

So she gets bored.

She's always stuck at home,
Madame Stationmaster is.

So she and Merkl--

Racy women at that age, they're wild.

God, he makes it easy for her.

So why not?

Good evening. You almost startled us.

Are you hungry?

I'll have Marile
bring you the menu right away.

You're sticking your nose everywhere.
You'll wind up in court.

Rubbish. Ask Marile
to bring the menu, but hurry.

Have you heard the news, Stempflinger?

Merkl bought the Torbräu.
Bought it off old Neidhart.

Very fast.

Where did he get the money?

The Lord looks after His own.

Now we got one up on Dad.

Now his plans have been thwarted.

And he doesn't even know who did it.

Man made everything happen
with a lot of toil and hardship.

Then, one day, he could walk.

But that, really?

He wanted to give
the Torbräu to a perfect stranger.

Just because he'd have paid in cash.

Exactly. Once a merchant,
always a merchant.

More dirt under their fingernail
than heart in their chest.

Especially Merkl, especially him,
there's no safer investment.

He doesn't need to worry at all.

I'm glad, Chubby.

I was really glad
you said yes straight away.

Yeah. Could I have said no at all?

Can anybody refuse you anything?

My dear, good Chubby.

Whether our money's in the bank
or whether Merkl pays the interest,

it's safe either way.

On top of that,
Merkl pays 8 % rather than 4 %.

We would have been stupid.

That's it. You did well.

Excellent.

It's swell to have a chunk of money.

Yeah.

Right. Now I have to go to work.

Hanni?

Are you asleep?

Hanni?

Hanni.

Hanni?

Hanni?

Dirty slut.

Off she goes to do it
with the other bloke again.

Middle of the night.

Now I know where Merkl gets the money.

And Bolwieser, the dunce,
doesn't notice a thing.

Someone should open his eyes.

Don't get involved,
or you'll end up in court.

Women are to blame for everything.

Poor Lederer.
His wife'll send him to his grave soon.

Good morning.

It's nice of you to come too,
Stationmaster.

Please come in.

He has hardly eaten for eight days.

If you would.

Karl, you have a visitor.

Stationmaster Bolwieser has come.

Yes?

I see.

Yeah.

Very good.

Head Inspector, how are you?

Poorly.

Please, have a seat.

He's about to eat something.
It might pick him up some.

There.

Release me.

It's over.

He's dead.

He's dead!

A kind, good and upright person
was the Head Inspector.

Between you and me, Stationmaster,

he should actually be glad
he's rid of hat no-good woman.

Yeah. Oh yes.

It showed today at the funeral
how well-liked he was.

Here's to his widow.

Right, I have to go.

But Stationmaster,
surely you can spare an hour.

What are you in such a hurry for?
Your wife won't run away.

Exactly. You can do one more jug,
Stationmaster.

We hardly get to see you.

Well…

I can't understand why I never have
the honour of your company these days.

I really can't think what I've done
to deserve this neglect.

Each to his own taste.

The Stationmaster
has to go to the Torbräu,

since his wife and Mr Merkl
have such a special arrangement.

After all, they were schoolmates.

And after all, they say,

Where treasure lies,
there lies the heart.

Merkl knows how to keep
his customers faithful.

The husband always goes
where his wife wants.

Am I right or am I right?

Well, duty calls.

- Once more, my condolences.
- Goodbye, Stationmaster.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Kind regards to the wife, Stationmaster!

Xaver?

Must have been a long one today.

Did you go the Greinbräu?

Yes.

What's the matter?

You're making such a long face.

Hey.

Chubby.

I'm not chubby.

Neither fatter nor thinner than Merkl.

What?

What're you talking about?
What're you saying?

Is this Greinbräu talk?

I've to go to work.

I've been away too long.

I want to know where I stand!

For God's sake,
I don't have time, I have to go.

No!

That's what you were told, is it?

What a dirty trick.

How vile.

It's disgusting!

Hanni.

For God's sake, Hanni!

Go away!

- Hanni.
- Just go.

Go back to your upstanding friends,
let them tell you their mean tales.

- Hanni!
- Just go! Go.

Hanni!

Hanni, I…

Go. Go away.

Away. Go. Away.

Away. Go away.

Go!

Stop shouting. People are listening.

Hello, Mr Bolwieser.

A bull.

A really crafty bull.

- Too late, I'm afraid.
- Scherber, please let me pass.

Yes, Head Forester.

Thanks.

That's not allowed!

When the train comes in,
the barrier stays closed!

Irresponsible negligence.

I won't stand for it!

If something happens,
I have to bare the consequences.

I'm sorry, Stationmaster.

Utter nonsense.

No, gentlemen.
I'll have to say it one more time.

Once the barrier is down, it stays down!

For everybody!

I won't tolerate any more slovenliness.
Don't forget it!

He must have got up
on the wrong side of the bed today.

Here, for you.

Aren't you eating?

Hanni!

Hanni.

Don't be like that.

Hell, we're not stubborn kids.

Jesus. The malicious gossip
at the Greinbräu bugged me.

Our quarrelling has to end. This minute!

For example, I also agreed
when you loaned Merkl all that money.

If I had been suspicious at all

or properly jealous,
I would never have said yes, Hanni.

I would never have allowed it.

Never ever, Hanni.

Hanni, I've never been
suspicious of you, never once.

If I had,
Merkl would never have got our money.

What is your money or was is mine?

Your… your money?

Yours?

Yes! Mine!

Not a penny is yours, is it?

I'm off to bed.
I don't care what you do.

Have some food.

Her money.

Her money!

Her money.

After all.

Her money.

He grabbed me and said,

'Upon my honour, I'll marry you
when the old woman is gone.'

Release me.

You were right.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Hanni.

Poor Hanni, I'm sorry.

Turn off the lights.
I've cried myself ugly today.

You belong to me. Me alone. You!

Me, me alone!

Yes!

Xaver! Oh my god, yes.

Why would I chase after others?

So,

are you happy again?

I guess you could say that.

Hey,

I think I'd got insane
if I ever lost you.

You men are really children.

I said it before.

You… You little rascal, you.

You liked it all right,

I mean last night.

You…

You stallion.

You…

Oh, so you're shopping
for the stationmaster's wife.

A pound of ox rump steak.

Has madam still not finished
cleaning the house?

Nope. Why?

Just because.

Does she tip you
for your errants sometimes?

Yes, 10 pennies each time.

Here, something from me too.

Thanks.

And don't forget.

Give madam my best regards.

Get it? But don't forget.

No, Mr Merkl.

I'm supposed to give madam
your kindest regards.

That's it.

And

tell madam that I asked
why she doesn't come around any more.

Tell her,
Merkl would like to talk to her.

Yes. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

So, Merkl wants to talk to me?

I see.

All right.

Tell him…

Yes.

Tell him, it's all right.

No, hang on.

No.

I'm busy now.

Come again tomorrow,
and bring the meat again.

- Here.
- Thank you, madam.

Oh yes.

I'll just tell him,

Look, you're not losing anything of me

if there's something
between me and Merkl.

I'll never leave you.

On the contrary.

I find you even more attractive
thanks to this detour.

Xaver, don't take it so seriously.

Admit it.

I can't…

I just can't help it now.

You're a singularly repellent monster.

I hate you.

One day I'll strangle you.

'Dear Merkl, it's all over.

People talk about us
and know everything.

I can't come to you any longer.

It's all over.'

Please make a small donation
for a poor victim of the war.

It's really excellent today, Hanni.

This goulash.

I could eat until I drop.

As long as you like it.

You're not eating.

I'm not feeling well.

I spend too much time indoors.

Life is passing me by.

How can I keep from getting fat?

It'll help me keep it up.

All I mean to you is food!

Is it that time again?

What's the date today?

It isn't that time.
I have at least eight days to go.

All you need is a reason.
That's right, a reason!

Your peace! Your grub!
And your wife in your bed!

All just for you! For you!

Hanni. What's the matter?
What have I done wrong now?

Done wrong?

That's another one of your tricks,
acting like a schoolboy.

I only ever want to do the right thing.

I have to get out of here.
I'm going to the hairdresser's.

But you love me, don't you?

Excuse me, Madam.

No problem.

You have such lovely hair,
it would be a shame to bob it.

Yes, I'd be sorry to lose it too,

but it's so much trouble
to fix my hair every time.

It doesn't suit everybody, of course.

You don't think it would suit me at all?

It's a question of trying.

You never know until you try.

There are different kinds
of bobbed cuts.

Greta Garbo curls,

the latest right now,

and with your abundant hair,
it would be the most flattering style.

Greta Garbo curls?

How do they look?

Your hair comes down to here.
See, Madam?

Curls at the nape of the neck.
The latest in an instant.

How…

How about we give it a try?

Like I said,

I don't want to talk you into it.

No.

No.

Or maybe yes?

No.

I'm too old for that.

But Madam.

At your age,
you can't say you're too old.

Excuse me.

I'm 32.

32?

That's quite impossible.

You don't look a day over twenty-five.

Really?

Thanks, Mr Schafftaler.

Goodbye, Mr Schafftaler.

Goodbye, Madam.

Will you look at this?

Hanni?

Hello.

Hello, Merkl.

With a new hairdo?

Why shouldn't I keep up with fashion?

Hanni.

Hanni.

Yuck!

To be continued in a week's time.

Bolwieser part 2, Wednesday next week.

Here on 3SAT.

KG SUBS BY TIM COOPER