Episode 124

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edited by sones

 

 

Previously on Hand aufs Herz

 

Bea: Hintze interrogated me about Ben. I denied everything. Only, it’s too bad that Ben had already told him about the affair.

 

Michael: You lied to the police?

 

Bea: How was I supposed to know that Hintze was trying to trap me.

 

Michael: You lie about Ben, you keep your meeting with Jens secret from me (boohoohoo), you keep his postcards secret from the police…

 

Bea: I get it. I’m a failure.

 

Michael: That’s not what I said.

 

Bea: But what you meant! Maybe it’s better if you don’t visit me any more.

 

Michael: What?

 

Bea: Michael, I can’t do this anymore. Please leave.

 

Intro

 

[Pestalozzi, staircase]

 

Students are hanging up a banner (“Klasse Bildung=great education” instead of “Klassenbildung=class formation”). “Children of the revolution” is playing.

 

Luzi: A little bit more.....A little higher. ....Little bit more. ....More.....Left.....and stop!!   Yes. Yes, perfect...okay!

 

Hotte: Still rather paltry, don’t you think?

 

Jenny: No grumbling; acting.

 

Hotte: How about Gorleben? (Gorleben is a German interim storage facility for radioactive waste. Whenever a transport is on the way by train and road, protestors do anything they can to delay it.) We’ll chain ourselves to the school and encase our hands and feet in concrete.

 

Laughter all around.

 

Luzi: Great, Hotte! Why don’t you start with that right now?

 

Götting comes in talking on the phone.

 

Götting: Okay, thanks. Yes. Thanks. He notices the banner, hangs up and turns to the students. What’s this? What are you doing?

 

Hotte: We’re on strike.

 

Götting: Is this some kind of spur of the moment anti-campaign? An art project or something?

 

Jenny: Neither nor. We have some demands. For you.

 

Götting: You have demands? Is this supposed to be a joke?

 

Ben: No, we’re serious.

 

Jenny: We’re demanding the abolishment of the division of the students into A and B classes. (I won’t put up with having no more opportunity to inconspicuously watch my sweetheart during class. And that’s that!)

 

Hotte: No obligation to buy expensive learning materials.

 

Luzi: No one has to take part in over-expensive field trips, anymore.

 

Ben: And no higher prices at the kiosk.

 

Götting: You are taking part in this because the coffee prices have gone up?

 

Ben: We don’t want an elite school.

 

Götting: You want to vent your frustrations because your cherished Frau Vogel is sitting in prison.

 

Ben: I want to do something meaningful, and I believe that our demands are meaningful.

 

Luzi: We won’t let ourselves be divided into stupid and smart any longer.

 

Götting: Finished?

 

Luzi: Do we have anything else?

 

They all shake their heads.

 

Ben: I think, that’s it.

 

Luzi: No, that was all, for now.

 

The banner comes loose.

 

Götting: Well, things don’t seem to be quite at a professional level, yet.

 

 

[Prison]

 

[Music: Adele – Someone like you]

 

Bea is led back into her cell. The warden holds out the book.

 

Warden: Here. You forgot this earlier when you threw out your handsome visitor. Bea ignores her. Take it… You won’t get many gifts in here.

 

The Warden tosses it on the bed when Bea makes no attempt to take it and leaves the cell. (Some advice, Bea? Don’t antagonize the screws (Thanks to Bad Girls for the English prison speak, btw.) Bea thumbs through the book and finds a handwritten inscription by Michael.

 

Michael’s “letter”:Dear Bea, I know how terrible this is for you. (Oh? Been in prison before? For blackmail, perhaps?) But regardless of what’s going to happen…I believe in you. I’ll always be there for you. I love you.

 

Annnnnd she starts to realize that she’s been an idiot...

 

 

[Chulos]

 

Michael: Gimme a whiskey! A double!!! (say pleaaase)

 

Sebastian: Uh-oh, when a man starts to drink at noon, it’s because of a woman or… Bea. (Cute and insightful. He definitely should have gotten more screen time.)

 

Michael: She doesn’t want to see me any more. (One indication that you really do learn something in prison.)

 

Sebastian: What? Why’s that!?

 

Michael: I visited her in pre-trial custody. We had a fight and then she said I should leave… and not come back.

 

Sebastian: Oha.... That’s unusual even for someone like Bea.

 

Michael: What’s that supposed to mean?

 

Sebastian: Well, let’s just say that we’re both not really into uncomplicated women.

 

Michael: Sebastian, this isn’t funny in any way, I’m afraid. And besides, Bea isn’t complicated. She just ends up in complicated situations sometimes (through her own fault, mostly). Alright, ends up in complicated situations often.

 

Sebastian puts a glass of milk down in front of Michael. (Editor’s note: AHH!!! That’s my FAVORITE milk in all the world.... we NEED that milk in the US....why don’t we have it?!!? WHYYYYY!?!?!?!)

 

Michael: What’s that?

 

Sebastian: We’re out of whiskey.

 

Michael: My god, now of all times. Now of all times I’m fighting with her. Now, when she could really do with all of my support.

 

Sebastian prepares himself for one of Michael’s rants....

 

 

[Pestalozzi]

 

The sign is back up!!

 

Götting: Okay. And how long do you plan to keep this up? Roughly....

 

Luzi: As long as necessary. I’d say, until you’ve met our demands.

 

Götting: Aha. But you do realize that this is going to get expensive?

 

Timo: What’s that supposed to mean? Expensive?

 

Götting: The charges of trespassing. As the principal I exercise property rights. In addition to that there will be a school suspension…for each and every one of you.

 

Timo: So you want to expel all of us from school?

 

Luzi: Just because we’re exercising our right to go on strike? You can’t do that.

 

Götting: You have no idea what I can do. It’s completely your decision. If you can afford this children’s circus, including all the financial and legal consequences, be my guest. If you want to risk your Abitur to prevent this school from staying competitive, go ahead, it’s your decision.

 

Timo: And what do you plan to do with a school without students?

 

Götting: First, not everyone is so stupid as to join in this strike, and second, every student is replaceable, even you.  So… if you are still here when I enter this school tomorrow, you know what you can expect. Have fun!

 

He walks off.

 

Timo mouthes: Asshole

 

Luzi: Fuck that, he’s only bluffing!

 

Timo: Well, it doesn’t matter. The more attention we get, the better.

 

Luzi nods, but is also obviously afraid.

 

 

[Chulos]

 

Sebastian: She sent you away, not the other way around.

 

Michael: Fine, but what am I supposed to tell Miriam and Piet now? We only had the one visit. They send me in and I fuck it up.

 

Sebastian: Now don’t beat yourself up. That doesn’t help anyone, least of all Bea.

 

Michael: We have to get her out of there. We have to prove her innocence. Well, yes, okay, she’s probably much to stressed for any kind of relationship right now. (Nice segue. Not that we weren’t aware of his priorities.)

 

Sebastian: Very good. I like you much better this way.

 

Michael: I have to go and give the bad news to Piet and Miriam. That won’t be any fun at all.

 

Sebastian offers him the milk again. He takes a drink.

 

Michael: Mm, thanks. Milk the cow yourself?

 

Michael puts the glass down, punches Sebastian on the arm and walks off....

 

 

[Pestalozzi, Götting’s office]

 

Götting: Strike. What are they thinking?

 

Alexandra: There’s no way they’re going to see this through.

 

Götting: How does that look? As soon as the new principal takes over the administration and reforms the school, the students go on the warpath.

 

Alexandra: Maybe everything happened a little too fast. The placement tests, the …the…your new classes…

 

Götting: Too fast. That has been long overdue. (He sighs) First the discovery of the body, now the strike… Great start.

 

Alexandra: I’m sorry that my dead sister is hampering your career.

 

Götting: I didn’t mean it like that, Alexandra!! I’m just a little nervous right now. I’m sorry. And where is … Knock knock. Frau Jäger and the janitor enter the office. Finally, there you are. Why did it take so long? Very well… you both know what’s going on out there. I want this uprising to end as soon as possible. Therefore, all classrooms, offices and specialist rooms are to be locked up.

 

Janitor: That’s done anyway after the end of classes.

 

Götting: Nevertheless, you’ll check every single room again, please. I don’t want the students to stake out the classrooms. And..... after that, you’ll shut off the electricity and the heating for the entire building.

 

Frau Jäger: But...then it will get rather cold....

 

Götting: That’s the point. (Emma, Jenny…candles…blanket(s) – get the picture?) We’re not some youth hostel. Overnight stays are not part of the package. Any questions? No? Well then get started.

 

 

[Heisig apartment]

 

Miriam: Do you want something to drink? Tea, coffee, or something cold? We have everything…I mean, Sebastian and Michael have everything.

 

Piet: No thanks. (to Michael) Hey.

 

Michael: Hi.

 

Piet: How is she?

 

Miriam: Did you give her our regards?

 

Michael: Yes, of course.

 

Piet: Come on, don’t make us drag every word out of you.

 

Michael: Well, how do I say this…it didn’t go quite as I imagined.

 

Piet: Why, what’s wrong? Is she…sick?

 

Miriam: Now just let him get a word in.

 

Michael: We had a fight.

 

Piet: Why?

 

Michael: I don’t know. At first it was only about the charges…about Bea not telling the police the whole truth and then it somehow became personal. Then she accused me of reprimanding her. Which wasn’t true, of course, but… My god, we fought, but I didn’t want that.

 

Miriam: Bea is under pressure, you are under pressure (dum dum dum da da dum dum – Pressure! Pushing down on me, pressing down on you…), things like that can happen. Next time, you’ll make up.

 

Michael: Mm, there won’t be a next time. She told me that she didn’t want to see me again.

 

Piet: Geez, right from the start I had a bad feeling about leaving the only visit to you.

 

Miriam: Piet, please. It takes two to fight.

 

Piet: Well, but... is he in prison? Is he under suspicion of murder? No, right?! He was supposed to go in to reassure her a little! But what does he do!?! Starts a fight! And now everything’s broken, a total loss! Great! I wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore, either, if I were in her shoes!

 

Michael looks like a kicked puppy....

 

[Pestalozzi, stairs]

 

The gang (minus Emma and Hotte) is sitting on the steps when Götting and Alexandra pass by...

 

Luzi: What do you think Götting is doing now?

 

Ben: Calling his lawyer.

 

Timo: And thinking about what else he can threaten us with.

 

Ben: Let him. He can’t do anything to us.

 

Luzi: But I can’t afford to get reported to the police.

 

Götting: Well? First signs of fatigue?

 

Alexandra: Don’t give up, now.

 

Götting: We want to have a good laugh tomorrow morning when I return with the police and start cleaning up here.

 

Ben: Nice try. But we won’t be intimidated.

 

Alexandra: The courage of the powerless. Touching.

 

Götting: We’ll be going now…and we wish you a pleasant night.

 

Luzi: Götting grumbles but he’s leaving!

 

Timo: Whooo! Guys, we did it!

 

Cheers go up.

 

 

[Heisig apartment]

 

Michael: I didn’t provoke her.

 

Did you breathe? I know that’s enough to provoke me after 124 eps.

 

Piet: Yes, take the easy way out, blame the one who is sitting in prison. She can’t defend herself against it, anyway.

 

Michael: Piet, why should I do that? Why? I love your sister.

 

Piet: Yes, you’re always saying that. That’s why we wanted you to go in. But there’s a difference between saying and doing, right? (to Miriam) Why aren’t you saying anything? I’m right, aren’t I? When I think about her sitting alone in prison this whole time and then the man who could give her a little warmth just gives her a little stab to the heart… Great!

 

Michael: Now that’s enough, alright?! I’m just as worried about Bea as you are, and it doesn’t help anything if we’re fighting here! You yourself said it’s important that we do something.

 

Piet: Yes, do something. But we can’t do anything but reassure her, and you messed that up. Thanks a lot. Bye!

 

Miriam: He doesn’t mean it like that.

 

Michael: He doesn’t mean it like that!?! That’s not what it sounded like.

 

Miriam: Piet is worried, and that was his way of expressing that. The only important thing now is for you and Bea to come back together again.

 

Michael: But how? After all, she told me that she didn’t want to see me again.

 

Miriam: Yes, but Bea is pretty similar to her brother. She says one thing and means another. (Miriam, Michael is not a guy you should convince of the “no” means “yes” way of thinking. Really.) I know that she loves you. And she’s already regretting that she said that.

 

Michael: Let’s hope so.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, class room]

 

(The class room that should have been locked up by now. All hail the subversive rebel janitor.)

 

Emma and Hotte are painting more banners.

 

Emma: Look, what do you think?

 

Hotte: “Stupid but creative” … Is that self-deprecation?

 

Emma makes a cute “You got it” hand gesture.

 

Hotte: Why are we the only ones doing the action painting, anyway? What are the others doing?

 

Emma: No idea. Giving big speeches…and at the very front, Jenny Hartmann.

 

Hotte: Why are you attacking her now? Earlier she was still someone very special…

 

Emma: That doesn’t necessarily have to be a good thing. (off his look) Weeellllll.... today Jenny says this, tomorrow she does the opposite… First she starts working with me at Saal 1, then she quits, then she kisses you (meaning someone in general or the person speaking, not “you” as in Hotte), then…

 

Hotte: You kissed each other?!

 

Emma: Not us! You kissed, didn’t you, at Ben’s party, and it was rather shitty for you!?!

 

Hotte: Oh well, that was okay, really.

 

Emma: Well, ähm…it doesn’t really matter. What do you think, ähm… two more banners and that’s enough?

 

Hotte: My hands are almost freezing off. It’s really cold, don't you think?

 

The lights go out.

 

Emma: What's this? Now they’ve turned the electricity off as well?

 

The lights go on again.

 

Emma: Huh?

 

Hotte: Emergency generator. Every public building has one.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, strike headquarters aka the couch corner]

 

Jenny: Okay guys., we already knew that Götting was an asshole. Now we just have to stay calm...and think about how to manage without heating... and hope that the emergency generator will hold out.

 

Timo: We could also light a few candles...that could be romantic.

 

Emma: Yes, if we have any candles. (Pessimistic Emma is not in the mood for a romantic atmosphere now that she’s at odds with the object of her romantic thoughts.) I wouldn’t know where.

 

Jenny: We'll only know after searching for them.

 

Timo: Okay... who takes care of the blankets?

 

Jenny: I'll do that.

 

Timo: Then I'll take care of the pizza delivery and send out another mail to everyone who isn't here tonight.

 

Emma: But don’t expect anyone to voluntarily come to this ice cave.

 

Timo: Well, but everyone should know about the strike so they don't show up at school tomorrow.

 

Jenny: Okay, then everyone knows what to do. I'd say we'll meet again here later and (make)...

 

Timo: Party!

 

Cheers all around.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, hallway]

 

Emma is on the hunt for Jenny. When Jenny comes out of a doorway (another not-locked door, btw) holding a pile of blankets, Emma runs into her. The blankets fall to the ground.

 

Jenny: Ah...

 

Emma: Sorry.

 

Jenny: Never mind. It only took me an eternity to load these things onto my arms.

 

Emma: Wait, I'll help you.

 

Jenny: No, c'mon, really, leave it. You're responsible for the candles.

 

Emma: But I can do both, candles and blankets. After all, it's for a good cause. I hope...the strike

works... in the beginning I thought it would be of no use but... She notices the look Jenny’s giving her. What….?

 

Jenny: Emma. What are you doing here? You didn't come here to bump into me and talk my ear off, did you?

 

Emma: Yes (I did). Well... I mean, no, of course not. I...äh...Why did you quit the waitressing job? You need the money.

 

Jenny: Tsk. Why did I quit the job? Well, take a guess.

 

Emma: No idea. You got in trouble with a guest or it wasn't enough money for you... or something else turned up and you thought two jobs at once and also...

 

Jenny: Emma! You know damn well that you're the reason for that.

 

Emma: Me!?!

 

Jenny: Yes. Do you really think that I want to keep working with you after what happened between us? You told me to leave you alone. Fine! I'll leave you alone, but don't expect me to pretend that everything is normal between us, bcause it isn't!

 

Jenny grabs the rest of the blankets Emma is holding and storms off.

 

Emma: Bu...

 

 

[Pestalozzi, another hallway]

 

Timo on the phone: No, we said for one night. One night and nothing more!!! He listens to whatever Sophie is telling him…. No, Sophie! And least of all today. Because I'm staying at the school today because of the strike. I told you. That's not that easy. This is a strike. You can't just come and go as you please. Yes, okay, but only for a short time. Yes, see you soon.

 

Ben and Luzi come in carrying two dozen or so pizza boxes.

 

Timo: Hey.

 

Luzi: Salami (pepperoni), mozzarella or diavolo?

 

Timo: Later. Guys, I have to leave for a bit.

 

Luzi: Now? Where are you going?

 

Timo histates…

 

Ben: Äh, no crawling into your warm bed at home.

 

Timo: There's something I have to take care of. It's for my father, he just called.

 

Luzi: Okay. Then I'll save a piece of cold pizza for you.

 

Timo: Okay.

 

They kiss…

 

Luzi: See you later. Oh, Timo?

 

Timo: Yes?

 

Luzi: Could you bring back some batteries? And maybe a few candles, I don't believe that Emma will be able to find that many. (What with being more fixated on the blankets and their deliverer and all.)

 

Timo: Sure, no problem.

 

Luzi: Okay.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, couch corner]

 

Hotte filming himself: Day One of the mission is ending. The troop's moral remains strong, but the question is: Will they be able to persevere? The conditions are miserable, almost no electricity, no water, no heating...

 

Luzi: But coke and pizza!

 

Hotte: He sighs, obviously not getting the drama he wants…lol!! Some are starting to hallucinate.

 

Ben: Man, Hotte, turn that thing off or you're going to lose it!!

 

Hotte: Others are rebelling against the strike leadership.

 

Ben takes away his mobile.

 

Hotte: Hey!

 

Ben: So…you can get it back after the end of the strike.

 

Jenny: Here.

 

Luzi:: It's so fucking cold.

 

Jenny: These are the last blankets. We'll have to divvy them up.

 

Jenny holds the very last blanket out to Emma.

 

Jenny: Here, take it.

 

Emma: What about you?

 

Jenny: I’m not cold.

 

Emma: Ah, nonsense. I already got the last piece of pizza. The blanket is for you. (Isn't it cute how they are both miffed at the other but still don't want her to be cold?)

 

Jenny: Now don’t be silly, take it.

 

Emma shakes her head.

 

Jenny: Just as long as you get what you want, hm?

 

Emma: Look who’s talking.

 

Jenny: Fine, freeze, for all I care.

 

Emma: I’m not freezing.

 

Jenny: Fine, then everything’s good.

 

 

[Prison]

 

Female warden: Yes?

 

Bea: Finally. I was beginning to think that you wouldn’t come at all.

 

Female warden: I’m not some kind of room service that you can summon.

 

Bea: I have to make a call. Urgently. Now.

 

Female warden: You have to file an application for phone calls, which has to be granted and that can take a while.

 

Bea: It’s just one phone call. The man who gave me this book…You know how it is. You say the wrong thing…and then you want to apologize.

 

The warden roles her eyes. (Hahaha, I know how you feel lady.)

 

Female warden: That shtick doesn’t work with me. I’ll bring you an application and you can fill it out.

 

Bea: But…

 

The Warden has no sympathy and shuts the door on Bea’s face.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, couch corner]

 

Everyone is sitting under their blankets, Luzi is checking her phone, obviously wondering where Timo is…. one extra is playing the guitar and the STAG begin singing “Talkin’ bout a revolution”. And Jenny is singing, too. And she and Emma can’t help but throw quick glances at each other.

 

In the middle of all this Jemmaliciousness, Bea is doing a poor job of filling out the application (maybe it wasn’t that urgent after all)stopping all the while to fondle the book, and Michael is suffering at home but we don’t care about that. Cut back to Jemma! (They’re so cute sitting next to each other, singing together while pretending to ignore each other. Not that it works. After that whole speech in the hallway those are some damn fine adoring looks Emma is getting from her right-hand couch neighbor.)

And night is falling…;-)  

 

Everyone’s asleep except for Shivering Emma and her dream woman to be.

 

Jenny: I thought you weren’t cold.

 

Emma: I’m not.

 

Jenny: My God, now just get under the blanket.

 

Emma silently refuses so Jenny has to get out the big guns.

 

Jenny: Nobody can sleep with your teeth chattering like that.

 

Thus appealed to her social conscience, Emma pulls the blanket over herself.

 

Emma: Is this okay?

 

Jenny: Uh-huh.

 

Emma: Do you have enough room?

 

Jenny: Yes. Sleep now.

 

Emma: Jenny?

 

Jenny: Hm?

 

Emma: Are you already asleep?

 

Jenny: How? Either you’re shivering or you’re yakking.

 

Emma: I have to tell you something.

 

Jenny: Oh?

 

Emma: I..äh… I know this will sound stupid or…maybe you don’t even want to hear this but…ähm…

 

KISS!

 

(This entire scene is just sooo SQUEE. And no description could do it justice so I won’t even try. Besides, you all know it by heart anyway, don’t you? ;-)