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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 bullet 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. - Shit.

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 climax.

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 cockalorum told the other cockalorum

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.