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So, what did her in?

The cigs or the alcohol?

Most likely both.

Requiescat in pace.

Not as honorable as in battle,

But indeed a pleasant way to die.

Hmm, there's other ways. - You don't say.

Mammoth. - Shh, it's starting!

What kind of jokesters are you?

We are the ghosts of the House Donnerhall.

I am the ghost of your great-great-great-grandmother.

Delighted to finally make your- Ghosts?

I knew it.

You never let me sleep in peace.

The constant rattlin' an' flickerin'!

Oh, when I get you.

Thank God. - Yes, she would not have corresponded well with us.

You can't choose your relatives.

Maybe we should say some nice words anyway.

I could enrich this memorable moment with a requiem.

I'll take her quarters. - Typical Roman, you have to occupy everything. I get her room.

A little more respect.

After all, she was the last living member of my noble house.

I am entitled to the room.

Guys!

Someone just passed away.

Yes, of course. - Rock, paper, scissors for the room?

- Rock, paper, scissors. - Shit.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Ha! Victoria!

If I have to do another apartment viewing,

I'm gonna go crazy.

Felix, this has to work out, it has to. Do you understand?

Charm cannons locked and loaded.

Target acquired. - Attack.

Perfect credit score,

We don't have any pets. And no children.

And we have a very good salary.

87 applications. Who's supposed to find an apartment like this?

We still have a chance of one in eighty-seven.

♪ Phone rings ♪

Huh. Küper?

What?

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And here, all the way in the bottom corner, that's you.

The correct term would be 3rd degree step-niece.

No, great-cousin-in-law. Or...

Something-in-law.

The point is, Mrs. von Donnerhall had no direct relatives left.

You are the only one.

The sole heir.

If this is supposed to be a joke, I don't find it funny.

It is not.

This property now belongs to you.

It even has its own lake.

Small horse. - Knight.

Knight.

Hop, hop.

Checkmate.

No, Urs. We're playing by Russian rules.

So you can't make that move.

What is Russian rules?

I told you, at the beginning. Didn't you listen?

When Cinderella's shoe fit, she had to marry the prince.

Although she thought he stank like a half-decayed raccoon.

When Cinderella told him that one day,

she was put on the pyre and burned alive.

But her ghost swore revenge and killed the prince.

And the courtier and the stepsisters and the fairy godmother.

With a hammer.

Everyone. She killed everyone.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Thank you so much Griet, that had a... personal touch?

There's nothing like a beautiful fairy tale with a happy ending.

I am confused. How was the ghost able to kill all these people?

With hatred.

Okay, let's continue with the program.

Joachim already signed up to tell jokes tomorrow..

I've got some that I'll need to see your IDs for first, if you know what I mean.

You always understand what he means. - Let's move on to the next point.

Miscellaneous. Who's got something? Me.

Since I moved into the new room...

That you-

That I won fair and square in a game of rock, papyrus, scissors

...I've been deprived of my sleep.

Because you, Adelheid, are sleepwalking and screaming in the middle of the night like a maniac.

I beg your pardon! That is a malicious lie!

Adelheid?

Adelheid?

Hans?

Hans, what...

With respect, she has been doing that all her life. - All her death, you mean.

I'm a light sleeper. Like any good warrior.

Ohh, perhaps the down pillows are too hard for the gentleman as well?

I will not be mocked.

She disturbs all of our night's sleep.

I can do whatever I wish. It's my house.

I was here long before you, Adelheid. - In a Roman encampment.

That's completely different. - Exactly, there were no windows.

Do you think you can water ski on our lake?

I don't know, we will... sea.

Come on, that was a good one.

Yeah, it was. Yes, it was a good one.

Hey, you know what I was thinking?

Instead of renting out a few rooms on Airbnb,

How about we convert the entire house into a hotel.

Woah, yes! One of those haunted hotels.

No, like, a real hotel.

Oh, right. Yeah, sure!

A private lake! - Freaking awesome!

We all live here together.

So, let's find a compromise.

Couldn't you jump before bedtime?

There. Box. With wheels.

Smoke pipe. Vroom, vroom. There.

Who that?

Judging by the car, average Joes.

Probably severely underinsured.

I would have talked them into quite the package back then, let me tell you.

Gouge out both my eyes,

for never again will they behold such enchanting beauty.

My God, this is amazing!

Whoah.

Do you know what starts exactly like this? Horror movies.

A young, extremely handsome couple

Moves into an old mansion with some crazy history.

They are completely blown away, a dream come true.

Inexplicable phenomena, noises, apparitions.

At first they laugh about it, but not for long.

And the man always dies first.

My God.

Oh, my God.

It's incredible!

It's a real fairytale castle.

Our fairytale castle. All to ourselves.

What did this person say?

May I, Lady von Donnerhall? - With pleasure.

Maybe she's related to you, Adelheid? Wouldn't that be great?

Humbug. She can't be related to me. Look at her.

She dresses like one of...

...of low status.

Wow.

So many books.

We could sell them, they're probably really valuable.

Philistine. You don't offer a collection like this for sale.

Great idea.

On the other hand... Who needs books?

Wow. - Sick.

Why does she keep saying "Wau"?

Like a dog.

We should give them a chance.

Don't they seem nice.

Wow, there's fish in the pond!

Ah!

Everything OK? - It's fine, it's fine.

Dude, those are some whoppers.

They didn't do it on purpose.

They seem really sweet.

And we have more than enough space.

I'm telling you, this will be the sickest hotel ever.

What is hotel?

Urs, a hotel is...

Make dead. Both.

I hear your suggestion, and I understand the impulse, but...

Should we really do that?

Violence is never the answer. - Violence is always the answer.

Rome did not hug its way to an empire.

I also plead that we end their lives.

Well, her life, not his.

Let's gather some ideas, and then we can return to the first one.

Okay, let's return. I'm already here. - Yes. Make dead.

I have another idea.

And please consider it for a moment before you say no.

We are ghosts, after all.

We could... haunt.

Ah!

You scared me.

Uh, coffee? - Mh. You're a hero.

How was the first night as a feudal lady?

I slept like a baby.

And you? Any apparitions?

No. I've never had such a quiet night.

I hereby declare this house officially haunt-free.

Hear, hear.

Claudius?

Claudius, we must protect our house.

Amat victoria curam.

Victories love preparation.

Before we go into battle,

We should gather our offensive capabilities.

Urs. - Yea.

Oh.

Perfect. Griet.

When I walk through people, it smells,

like they're right inside the fiery pits of hell.

Excellent, very scary.

Last but not least, we come to our most dangerous weapon. Joachim.

Oh, well... - Yes, show off your skill.

- Come on, show it. - Please, go ahead.

Well, if you insist, I mean sure.

Gimme a sec. It's harder when someone's watching. - Focus.

Bravo. Bravo.

Bravo. I also have a suggestion.

We could ask the terrifying little girl from the attic for help.

Oh, that's not necessary. - That is not necessary.

We should save that option in case all else fails.

As the absolute ultima ratio, as it were. - Yeah.

Good. Let the haunting begin!

We used to sound trumpets at such moments.

Felix!

The water is freezing!

Friedrich, privacy. We discussed it, remember?

I didn't lay eyes on anything.

Yeah, yeah. Is she coming? - Um...

Well, now you can check.

She's coming. She's coming!

Urs, fiat lux.

The light. - Oh, yea.

Griet? Griet?

Griet, now you.

Forward with courageous steps.

Ugh, so musty.

Better.

Joachim, age quod agis.

It's your turn. Go on.

It's so much bigger than the cup. - Great.

Poems will be written about you.

Why did we decide against killing again?

Let's whip this old thing back into shape.

I like your dirty talk.

Pose. Pose. Pose.

Our beloved chateau will degenerate into a brothel.

You think so? I would be in heaven.

I did stupid. - No, Urs.

Just because at first you don't succeed,

you don't have give up.

Correct, Svenni. We lost the battle, not the war.

Urs, follow me.

It shouldn't look like a lapsus, like happenstance.

It has to look like evil forces are at play.

Ah!

Emma? - Lapsus?

More like exitus.

Emma? Emma?

Emma, ​​can you hear me? Come on. Emma?

Hey, hey, Emma.

Can you hear me? Can you hear me, Emma?

Emma.

Emma, ​​can you hear me?

Hey. Hey, hey. It'll all be okay, Emma.

It'll all be okay. Can you hear me?

Emma? Emma, ​​can you hear me?

Emma, ​​can you hear me? Emma?

Bad conscience now.

Oh, that's what we call light collateral damage.

They won't be back anytime soon.

And we finally have our well-deserved peace and quiet again.

Hans? Hans, what...

This is humbug.

What's supposed to be helpful about talking about my feelings?

What we don't process during the day, we process at night.

I don't know what the point of this is either.

Claudius, you told me, that every time,

just before she jumps, Adelheid says "Hans, Hans."

Indeed. Very loudly.

Wasn't that the name of your husband?

Yes, and?

I don't see how that's supposed to be connected.

Is it possible that maybe you miss him, Adelheid? Hmm?

Miss him? Miss him?

I miss my dog ​​Poldi.

I miss my rose garden.

And I miss my favorite slippers

made of cuddly rabbit fur.

And I miss those things 1,000 times more than I miss this wretched monster!

I think we are making great progress.

Hans?

Hans, what...

For fuck's sake. Language!

Ugh, hospital food, man.

At least you get room service. - 5 stars.

I'm glad you're not dead.

Although the doctors said it was pretty close, didn't they?

Come on, let's go home. - Felix, I have to get dressed first.

Uh, yeah, sure. Sorry. Of course.

Here.

And here. - What's up with you?

Nothing, everything's fine. I'm just so happy.

Yay.

Okay.

Hop. Mate. - No.

Russian rules. - This time we're playing by regular rules.

Urs, didn't listen again?

By Caesar's warts. Look.

Thank you for taking such good care of everything.

Yes, of course.

I've been thinking a lot at the hospital.

Let's not rush into anything.

We'll take time to decide

What we want to do with the house.

Yes. Totally.

And we should also consult someone,

because everything has to be really well planned.

Yeah.

Hey, I gotta confess something.

While you were at the hospital, I took out a few loans.

That means I'm heavily in debt now.

And the renovations are much bigger and more expensive than we thought,

and start today.

I wanted to surprise you.

Yes, it's certainly a surprise.

I'll let you process this.

You're Mr. Pitt? Then let's get started right away.

I already started on the second floor.

Why are all these menials coming into our house?

They've brought reinforcements.

Urs don't like.

I'll go and check out those guys.

That's not what I meant. This is a black hole.

Please, tell your people, not to drill a single hole,

until I had a talk with my boyfriend.

Ah.

Felix. Sorry, I just need to talk to my boyfriend alone real quick.

And I already told your boss, nothing's gonna happen here.

My boss? - Downstairs.

Felix. What the fuck?

We're building our own hotel.

But it's going way too fast.

Sure, we're going in headfirst.

And it will be a lot of work.

A lot of work. A lot, a lot of work.

Then the unbearable financial pressure and the strain on our relationship.

But that's what we've always dreamed of. Our own home.

And we have each other.

Hello.