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Silent Fox.

I was a teensy bit more in favor of a pottery course,

because archery doesn't really harmonize with my peaceful principles

because it's still a kind of, well, I'd say, weapon.

Philipp, could you please spit out your gum?

Not on the lawn. I have a tissue, just a moment.

Don't worry, it's not dangerous at all. You just place the arrow on the bowstring.

Like that. Exactly. - Alright, children.

This is not a toy, okay? Because every shot...

Oh. Oppsies. Ah.

That was... That was my mistake.

Um, that sounded almost like an invitation, didn't it?

Yes, Johanna? - There's an arrow in your neck.

Yes. Thank you for letting me... know.

Um, let me put it this way: A danger foreseen is a danger avoided.

It-it's probably not that bad.

Are you a doctor by any chance?

Okay. No problem, then...

Then I guess I'll go myself...

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I think we need a few more tables for our yard sale.

It's crazy how much stuff is just lying around here.

Very good, we need every cent we can get.

Uh, small horse. Uh, pawn, wood.

Where are our chess pieces?

Uh, Felix, did you pack the chess pieces?

Yeah, they're probably worth something. - Anger.

Yeah, but I got them specifically for the ghosts,

to keep them busy.

Yeah, but I think stuff like that sells super well. And we all have to make sacrifices.

Joachim says he'd love to tell me

what kind of websites you visit when I'm not home.

On the other hand, they are just too beautiful to sell. I'll put them back right away.

Good day. - Hello.

Ms. Küper? - Yes?

My name is Schlösser. LayBack Hotels.

We are very interested in your property.

Have you ever thought about selling?

Well, actually we wanted to open our own hotel here.

We would like to make you an offer.

What the...

That... is an offer we will need to think about.

What is there to think about? That's an... Oh-

...offer, which we will confer about.

Don't confer for too long.

Call me.

Wait. Wait. ♪ Steps ♪

♪ Engine is starting ♪ Now.

We can buy a house without ghosts!

But don't let it show, otherwise we won't have any peace anymore.

But first, I have another surprise for you this evening.

Uh, what? I wanna know.

Tell me. Felix?

I wanna know, please, please.

Gimme a hint. - Okay. Nope, changed my mind.

Please, a small one. Say the first letter.

You're awesome. - Here's to us.

Mh.

Wow. Mmm. Dude, that tastes amazing. - Mmm.

I know a man's praise in his own mouth stinks, but I'm really so good at this.

It's so good. - Mhm.

What's wrong?

Urs, what are you doing here? - Uh, hiding place.

Ah, there he is. 1-0. Not a bad hiding spot.

Seriously? - Are they here?

The whole time! - Not whole time.

Before, I was under bed of you. - That's where I would have looked next.

Can't you just leave us alone for once?

Don't you see that we don't want to be disturbed? - No, no, Emma!

Dude, what the hell? I told you guys what I'm planning.

Uh.

The previous tenants will be out by the end of the month.

Then the house will be ready to move into.

It's pretty nice, isn't it? - I think so too.

And no ghosts?

And what's this? - The basement.

Ah.

Good Evening.

Um, one second.

As I said, the house is from the 1930s.

Here is the kitchen, on the left. There is the living room.

She really goes off vibes. Either it's right or it's not.

This house has been fully restored and is therefore in excellent condition.

Sounds good, right?

Hello. Over here, you idiot.

Further left.

A little more. A little more.

Great!

Svenni, no!

This is my private area, we've discussed this 1,000 times.

What's up?

I just wanted to ask you something. Um, my...

The day that I...

You know, that I... - Forgot what doors are for?

...that I died. - Oh, I see.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. - It's okay.

Um, well, so, it's coming up soon and...

...my family comes here every year to mourn.

The old landlady let them come into the yard.

Now I wanted to ask if maybe you could...

Oh, of course. That goes without saying, Svenni.

Thank you.

Anything else?

Nothing. It's okay.

Do you really think we should sell the house?

If we get a normal life and a lot of money in return? Mhm.

I've kinda grown fond of the ghosts.

As annoying as they are.

Dude, yeah, I know.

Just think about it, a whole house. All to ourselves.

No renovations.

And finally, no more interruptions.

Okay, if you put it that way,

I see clear advantages in this venture.

Your dirty talk is too intense.

I've been thinking. - Ah! Friedrich!

Even though it pains me intensely, I am ready for polyamory.

Get out!

You really can tell how fond you've grown of the ghosts.

Forget everything I said. We're selling this piece of shit!

Man.

You ok? - Yeah.

This would be a first occupancy.

And don't worry, a cleaning team just went through.

And were there any fatal accidents during construction?

I dunno, anyone fall off a ladder? Electric shock, anything?

Not that I know of, why do you ask?

Could we talk in private for a moment? - Of course. - Thank you.

And? Anything? - No. Nothing.

I think this will be our house.

Are you sure? - What do you think?

Um... Well, a little sterile.

But if we get some peace and quiet here

then it's my absolute dream house.

It is very quiet. - Yes.

And there isn't even a severed head lying on the ground or something.

And?

We'll take it.

Ah, fantastic.

Then I'll finish up the documents. Congratulations.

Yay. - Yay.

Uh, stairs! Stairs! Stairs!

Oh Lord, please end this dreadful performance.

Stairs. He goes stairs.

But stairs no. Joachim shaman.

And back up with the elevator. Ping.

Oh.

Ping!

Men get applause for that stuff, us women are burned.

If you won't intervene, I will.

Svenni? - Hm?

Uhm...

Thank you, Joachim. Truly fantastic performance.

I'm sorry. But I...

Yes, I have to tell you something. Hmm?

This has to work. I want this house, Felix.

Why shouldn't it work? - No idea, it's just...

We can't let the ghosts talk us out of it now.

We must stay firm. - We?

Well. Me.

I'll manage.

You want to sell the house?! - Who gave you permission? Not me! Veto!

You should be ashamed of yourself, Emma.

Such greed for money is beneath even your dignity.

Anger like 10 mammoths.

Stop it!

I can't take it anymore!

Emma will be here right away. She just needs to make a quick phone call to her mother.

We simply can't afford this anymore. We need the money.

We'll help you get the money.

If we all put our heads together, I'm sure we'll come up with something.

Sell chess pieces. Not so important. Yes.

It's not just about the money.

If we're being honest, this doesn't work,

this coexistence. Neither for you, nor for us.

No, it works great for me.

- For me too. For you too, right? - Yes.

You'd only need to be a bit quieter.

And a little more tidiness wouldn't hurt either.

Yes, and Felix's noises while he eats really disrupt my inspiration.

Oh, and about the peace at night... - It doesn't work for us.

We need more space for ourselves as a couple.

You understand that, right?

Totally, you wanna really get down and dirty again, no prob.

You just tell us what time and we'll look away.

Those two minutes aren't that interesting anyway.

We'll do better. We can change. - Yes.

We're selling the house. I'm sorry.

What if the new owners won't let my family onto the property?

Ah.

Look, we even get 14 free nights at the hotel.

Spa, Wellness, all inclusive.

Alright, let's get started.

I've already prepared everything.

You.

Dark here? Because of tribe?

Oh, maybe it's better this way.

I don't know if I even want them to still come.

In the end, they only remind me of what I missed out on.

But it's wonderful that you have a family who live their lives

and still carry you in their hearts enough

that they come here to mourn, year after year.

Enjoy it while you can,

because eventually they, too, will die and not come back.

What a great prospect.

Tribe not die.

Live on, in here.

Forever.

Yes. And we are all your new family.

Yea. - Indeed.

Truly. - Truly.

Forever. - Duh. No problemo.

Also forever?

Lotti!

That's just the standard small print stuff.

Just sign here.

What exactly are you gonna do with the house?

Well, we will preserve its old charm.

That doesn't look much like old charm, does it?

That is only a graphic representation.

In reality it will look different.

You can do whatever you want with the house, as long as we get the dough.

Am I right?

You want to essentially tear the house down, right?

You know, this house, as beautiful as it may be, has had its time.

Renovating it would just not be worth it.

Come on, Emma. You're doing the right thing.

"We'll do better." "Sell chess pieces."

"Not so important." "We can change."

I can't do it.

Think of our new house. No ghosts, just us. It's a saying.

Just sign here.

No, I can't do that to the ghosts.

I'm sorry. - But, Emma...

Excuse us, she doesn't mean it like that. We just want to discuss the price again.

No, we don't.

We're not selling. Period.

You won't be able to keep up this dump,

you know that as well as I do.

And then you'll wish you had accepted my offer.

Well, it may be a dump, but it's our dump.

With everything that comes with it. Even with the ghosts.

And that's not a saying, by the way.

You'll regret that, Ms. Küper.

Pen!

I would like to tell you something. - Hmm.

I didn't sell. Hmm?

Does that mean my family can still come?

Yes. As much as they like.

Yes!

You are a true Donnerhall. - Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, I wish I could hug you.

Claudius, I truly hope that is the hilt of your sword that I'm feeling.

Hey, I just wanted to say... - I thought the new house was ugly.

And cold. That's not who we are.

We're more like... that.

If you can deal with the ghosts, so can I.

Thank you.

I have a grandson, I have a grandson!

And they named him Svenni. After me! - Poor boy.

How nice, Svenni.

Okay. Is everyone here? - Urs, age quod agis.

Carpe diem, Stracciatella. The light. - Yea.

Okay. This is the moment, I'm gonna follow it through now.

Sure. She's washing the dishes. It doesn't get more romantic than that.

But just this once you guys need to...

Okay?

Thanks.

You're allowed to help me, you know?

Uh, yeah, sorry, um.

He's doing it. Alea iacta est. - Wait and see.

Who's doing what?

Uh, Jupiter is doing it. Sending lightning from the sky.

Ah! Fuck!

Whoa. Jeez.

Will you marry me?

Ghosts?

No.