The Last Word (2020) s01e03 Episode Script

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Fucking asshole!
Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Fuck off now!
You think you can just show up here,
take me in your arms
and everything's alright again?
Of course not, but
aren't you impressed?
Hey!
Shit, that was one of my best works.
Your best?
For two years, you were hiding in here,
you lied to us, you ruined us!
For this?
Hey.
-I wanted to tell you.
-You told Vivian.
I'll burn it all.
What?
Karla!
There's a reason why I'm back.
I think.
Karla.
Karla!
-Morning, Borowski.
-A very good morning to you, Gudrun.
They're perfect.
For a funeral?
No. For my new eulogist.
It has to be brighter in here,
more welcoming, you know?
People have to feel good here,
or at least comforted.
-Andi.
-Borowski!
Your new colleague is here.
They're not for me, are they?
Have fun.
Are they for me?
-No.
-Just kidding.
Can we continue? I have a few ideas.
Yes, sure.
Tonio, I only want what's best for you.
You want to have me committed.
-No!
-You do.
-We are worried about you.
-I'm doing great.
You've been sitting in the closet for days
and refuse to go to school!
So what?
Yeah, well, talk to Zina.
She's really nice.
She doesn't bite.
And if it sucks, you can leave.
Okay?
I'm not talking about this anymore.
Get lost!
Fuck.
Karla Fazius, eulogist.
I'm always here for you.
Just not right now.
Hello, Karla. It's me again.
Where are you?
Listen, I found a therapist for Tonio,
but he won't leave the closet.
I could really use your help.
Call me back ASAP, okay?
Dammit.
-I'm off, then.
-Hallelujah.
It is now time to bid farewell to Maik.
If Maik were here now,
he would say, "Fuck it!
And fuck the weather!
Better 43 good years,
better 45 minutes of fantastic soccer
than 90 wasted minutes."
Most of them cried.
Seventy percent.
The parents seemed
a bit reserved, no?
You can't please everyone.
Hello?
Karla?
Hello?
Hello.
Hello. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
No problem.
-I'm looking for my mom. She works here.
-Karla?
She's not here right now. Sorry.
You've been here before.
Yes.
For your father, right?
Yes. Okay, I'll let you get back to work.
Sorry. Bye.
Excuse me, you take pictures?
Did you photograph my dad, too?
-I think so, yes.
-If you have a photo, I'd like to see it.
-I usually photograph them all.
-Fine, then give me the phone.
-I'll look for it myself.
-I'll find it for you.
Or did you do something perverted here?
Do you photograph dead pussies or dicks?
Oh, fuck.
So? What do you think of them?
There's a bit too much makeup.
And the lighting is crap.
So how's it going
with your "super" eulogist?
Super
Yes, fine. She's doing well.
I see.
I was thinking of maybe
taking Karla on properly.
How are you going to pay her?
I'll think of something.
You want to fuck her.
What did you say?
Over my dead body.
Or more likely yours.
Tonio!
-Tonio!
-Yes?
-Are you still sleeping?
-What?
-Breakfast is ready.
-What is it?
You're going back to school today.
You forgot?
Fuck.
Take those things off, Tonio.
Take those things off!
Why are you still sitting here?
School's about to start, man!
And for the last time, Mina,
we are going to your appointment now.
And you're coming, too, please,
otherwise I'll kill her.
Stop crying now.
Let her cry.
But it's good news.
HEY, YOU GOOD? COULD USE YOUR HELP.
You may have been given
another five or ten years.
But I don't want to live anymore!
Then I'm very sorry
I don't have worse news for you.
The cancer's still there.
It's just growing very slowly at your age.
What kind of cancer is it
that it can't even kill you properly?
I wish
I could die as quickly as your husband.
How dare you?
What we've got in stock
isn't all that up-to-date.
But you can choose one from the catalog.
They usually deliver fairly quickly.
It has to be cherry, painted white.
Is that possible?
Well, everything is possible.
But to paint cherry
-would be a pity for the beautiful wood.
-Well, she said,
"Out of the finest cherry wood
my coffin should be made." 
Everything should be bright.
We want it to be a cheerful ceremony.
That's what Mommy wanted. No tears.
Well, it's a funeral.
I mean, we'll do what we can,
but if someone cries, they cry.
Sorry. I got held up.
This is Ms. Kronberger.
Ms. Kronberger, I'm Karla Fazius.
I'm the eulogist.
-Did I miss anything?
-No, we only just started.
It's about Mommy.
She wants a cheerful funeral.
Okay.
She wants people dancing,
but Mommy's already taken care of that.
-And about the speech
-No, I'll get that.
-Sorry.
-It's fine.
Tell me a bit about your mother.
Mommy was a very special person.
Can you maybe elaborate?
-What would you like to know?
-Well, who she was.
What hobbies did she have?
What passions, dreams,
wishes, hopes, everything
It'd be nice to integrate that
into the service.
Well
she meant a lot to a lot of people.
Nice.
Because she cared for others.
She always said,
"Letizia, other people's needs are greater
than yours, so pull yourself together."
And how was your relationship
with your mother?
Good. Very good. Very, very good.
She was the most important person
in my life.
I don't know what I'll do without her.
She used to say that, too.
"Letizia
you're useless and incompetent.
I don't know what you'd do without me."
Sounds like your mother
was quite an asshole.
We'll finish discussing the casket first.
The catalog's in my office, okay?
It's going great.
Oh, no.
That doesn't work.
Sorry. It just looks crappy.
Can you take the picture
so the TV Tower is the fourth ball?
No, sorry, nobody will understand that.
No one will get it.
Then I'll go somewhere else.
Here, for instance?
Why do you keep making such dumb faces?
That over-the-top grin.
Do clowns have to look that stupid?
-Or is it your thing? Or
-It's my job
to make people laugh.
Kids, the elderly,
the sick, the half-dead
You think that's dumb, huh?
As long as no one knows
I've got anything to do with the photos,
I don't give a shit.
Hey, seriously, thanks.
Really nice of you to help me.
I'll see if there's one in there
and send it to you.
You know what? Don't bother.
I'll find someone else.
We had a good time just now, didn't we?
-Yes, great.
-Can't you see how good we are together?
A match made in heaven.
And how much good it would do you
to have someone to lean on?
-Yep. Bye.
-Sorry.
Yeah, right Just leave.
Bye!
That's so weak, just leaving me here.
Man, stop!
A new job?
-Mind your own shit.
-I don't have my "own shit."
Tonio.
Could you maybe give us a top-up?
-Hey!
-Those are mine.
PEER: I CAN'T TAKE THIS!
WE HAVE TO TALK.
Why can't everyone just leave me alone?
Hello
Mrs. Fazius.
Nowak, Konstantin Nowak speaking.
I keep seeing Sarah everywhere.
Wherever I look in the apartment.
She simply hasn't gone away.
I don't know what to do.
Everything reminds me of her.
I'm sorry for calling.
I didn't know who else to call.
Okay, thank you!
Two years.
Karla, please.
Why would it have been so bad
to tell me about this?
Okay.
Hold on.
Do you remember this?
Yes, sure, you gave it to me--
I gave it to you
for your birthday six years ago.
Yes, I know.
One of my first attempts.
What did you say when I gave it to you?
I said, "Nice. That's nice."
-You said we should hang it on the fridge.
-That was a joke, Stephan.
-I was really pleased to get it.
-"I, being poor
have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly
because you tread on my dreams."
Don't be so melodramatic.
That's exactly what I mean.
I did my job for 25 years.
For 25 years,
I was always just the carer, the provider.
And your whole life, all you've done
is search for what you wanted to do.
Trying this and that,
then something else.
You tried everything.
And I'm reproached
for trying this one thing.
I don't need to listen to this.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
-Karla, we're not done with each other.
-No.
What are you doing?
I need to get rid of a few things,
so I can get my life back on track.
Thanks.
We'll get through this.
Where are Dad's things?
What have you done with his things?
We've taken them to the collection bin.
What?
Without asking me?
You've You
You didn't even ask me?
You can't just decide that without me.
I want Dad's stuff back! Where is it?
I need it. Where's his damn stuff?
-Here. We need the fucking key.
-I'll call. They'll come and open it up.
They won't give you the key.
Are you What are you thinking?
-What are you doing, Tonio? Get down.
-Let me go.
Get down.
-Get down now, please.
-You're all to blame. So tip me in now!
-Go on!
-No!
-No, get out.
-Tip me in.
Fuck. It'll break.
Something Can you hold on to something?
-And?
-Okay.
Okay, now back up.
Go on.
Another one.
Okay.
Another one.
Okay, listen.
I have nothing to say to you, okay?
I'm here because my sister
convinced my mother that I'm losing it.
And that's bullshit. Sorry.
I googled my symptoms.
I act exactly like someone
who has lost a beloved person.
So
I would suggest we stop this nonsense.
You do what you want.
I listen to my music and we'll tell
my mom what she wants to hear. Okay?
What kind of music are you listening to?
Hey. How's it going?
I've been thinking about
the Kronberger funeral.
Canceled.
What?
The daughter just canceled
the Kronberger funeral.
Why's that?
Maybe because
you called her mom an asshole.
Okay, but rightly so.
Karla, you're a professional eulogist now.
And decorum is more important
than the truth.
It's not lacking in decorum
to be upfront in a funeral speech
and call a spade a spade.
Our speeches are not tirades.
We don't insult the dead.
Decorum is key for us!
Yes, big-time. With a capital D. I know.
Jesus, Karla
That funeral was important for us.
What are you doing now?
-I need the address.
-What for?
I'll talk to her, I'll apologize,
and I'll tell her I'll give a nice,
normal speech with decorum.
Scout's honor.
Hello, Ms. Kronberger, it's Karla Fazius.
Hello.
-May I come in for a second?
-No.
Mommy doesn't want me to have guests.
I'll come down.
All right.
Hello.
Ms. Kronberger, I'd like to apologize.
What I said about your mother
was out of line.
It's not my place to judge her.
Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.
We all want
We all want to be loved by our
All of us.
And we can
Well, we can't help but
to love our parents
to want to love our parents.
And
Can we talk about it again?
Can you give me another chance?
Yes, if it helps you.
Okay. I'll call you.
Yeah.
Oh, here you are.
I've just finished with Mrs. Kronberger.
Good. Really good.
-Hey, do you know where your mother is?
-I think she's outside somewhere.
I hardly see her these days.
She feeds her fish,
and then she's gone again.
I don't think she's happy
about Karla being here.
-Is she?
-No.
I don't think she's happy either.
Karla sometimes overshoots the mark.
On the other hand, I get the feeling that
things are finally starting to look up.
Yeah.
And she managed to get
the Kronberger funeral back.
I see.
-Ronnie?
-Yes?
What would you do in my place?
I would follow my gut.
I'm having lunch.
Okay.
Enjoy.
Follow my gut.
Mommy was a yoga teacher,
and she worked with the homeless
and drug addicts.
After she'd died, lots of them wrote
about how important she was to them.
Wow, that sounds impressive.
-Did she do yoga with you, too?
-No.
When she gave lessons at home, then
I had to hide in the bedroom
because I ruined the ambience.
Yes.
Yes.
I think my mom thought I couldn't grow up
and leave home fast enough.
I had a plush pony I loved playing with.
One day, I came home from school
and it was gone.
She'd thrown it away.
I was too old for that, she said.
I was in second grade.
My mom
used to go to an ashram in India
once a year for four weeks
to meditate.
The first time she went, I was eight.
The neighbor popped over
every few days to check on me.
My mother gave a speech at my wedding,
offering me loads of money
if I broke it all off.
It sounds as if your mother is an asshole.
I think our mothers
would have got on very well.
-Do you think your mom was proud of you?
-Well, I certainly always tried my best.
Yeah.
But in the end,
I ruined it all by killing her.
I'm sorry, what?
She said the reason she got cancer was
because I always used to burn the food.
Letizia, I think your mother was
a very good person to other people,
but she was dreadful to you.
Yes, maybe.
Don't you feel like screaming out loud?
"You damn
You damn asshole, you ruined my life"?
I'd rather not.
I don't get it.
I thought we'd cleared it all up?
Yes, but it doesn't feel right.
Karla
You're not her therapist.
You're not her friend.
-You're the eulogist.
-Yes. I am.
But my job involves more
than giving a speech.
No. We're going to arrange this funeral
exactly as Ms. Kronberger wants it.
Ms. Kronberger doesn't know
what she wants.
Karla
Okay.
What?
Okay, fine.
Okay, fine. Will you give a normal speech?
-Yes, I'll try.
-You won't call the deceased an asshole?
I'll try. I'll really try, I promise.
Thank you.
I already feel better.
The choir was so nice.
Dear mourners,
we are gathered here today
to bid farewell to a very special person.
To a helpful,
admirable, spiritual
and luminous person.
And to your mother.
Was Elisabeth Kronberger a good person?
Who here wouldn't answer
that question with a yes?
Who would claim anything different?
Elisabeth
wanted to have a bright,
positive, happy funeral
so that we remember her
exactly as she was.
But is this actually
about what Elisabeth wanted?
It's about what we want
to send her on her way with.
Cunt.
Cunt.
You took care of everyone here except me!
Everyone was lovable except me!
Sit down.
I'll show you what I want
to send you on your way with!
Violence isn't the answer.
Leave me!
Go away!
You fuckers!
-Stay away from me!
-Please. This is a funeral.
Please show some decorum!
Thank you.
For the first time in my life,
I feel like I can do what I want.
Great.
What do you think I should do now?
Well, that
You have to decide that, right?
Shit.
-Yes.
-Mrs. Fazius.
You could visit me.
Karla?
I
-Come over, please.
-I have to go.
Okay, I'll call you.
Bye!
-That was something, right?
-Yes, that was something.
I spent a long time explaining
to the cemetery manager what that was.
Don't be like that.
It wasn't my fault. It happens sometimes.
"It happens"
But not to me anymore.
Find yourself another doormat.
What does that mean? Andi.
Frauke?
Borowski.
I thought about what you said. And
you're right.
Having Karla here, all the chaos
It wasn't a good idea.
And so in that regard
let's forget it,
and do everything the way we used to.
We'll manage somehow, won't we?
Hey
No one wants things to be
the way they used to be.
Sell this damn place.
It's driving us crazy.
Anyone home?
Hello?
Dead already?
I wish.
I was reminded of something recently.
Do you remember my plush pony?
-That you gave me for my sixth birthday?
-Yes. What about it?
I never understood
why you took it away from me.
Were you just being mean
or did you want to teach me something?
What are you talking about?
I spent years
thinking about what you wanted to tell me.
I never understood it.
I don't know what happened
to your damn pony,
but I definitely
didn't take it away from you.
Oh, come on.
I was a bad mother, but not a monster.
Statistically speaking,
you're due to go next.
But perhaps you don't rush into it.
Don't be so melodramatic.
What are you doing there?
Come on now.
Come on.
I'm still angry.
That's exactly the point.
Why do you think I'm back?
You're not back. You're dead.
I'm here.
I'm here because we're not finished
with one another yet.
Does that mean that all this is just
It's here
because we have things to sort out?
Indeed.
Am I going mad?
Well
Subtitle translation by Yoona Moon.