The Last Word (2020) s01e06 Episode Script

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Tonio!
Tonio!
Tonio!
Tonio!
Karla.
Karla.
Karla.
I I was
-Any news?
-I just spoke to Maryam's parents.
She got home half an hour ago.
She and Tonio wanted
to catch a bus to Hamburg
and stay with friends there.
Okay. Where is he now?
She doesn't know. She lost him in a park.
She looked everywhere
-What?
-But he was just gone.
Okay. Fine.
So we'll drive to this park,
-and
-Karla.
We'll take Maryam with us.
She knows where she lost him.
-And you stay here.
-Karla.
Talk to the police.
-If Tonio comes home
-Karla.
-What?
-For once, can we just
-calmly think this through, step by step?
-Yes.
Okay, fine.
Then you tell me what to do!
Hello?
Everything okay?
That really depends.
We've got eight funerals today.
We've got a lot going on.
When the weather changes,
there's usually a bit more to do.
Old people get blood pressure issues.
That sounds awful.
You get used to it.
And what if someone dies
that you personally knew?
Well
that's different.
What are we going to do with you?
Want me to call someone?
Well do what you want.
You're not a child anymore.
I have to work.
Tonio. Hey.
I'm so happy you didn't die
in the burning boat.
Where were you?
I just went to get cigarettes.
Dear mourners.
So here we are.
We've looked back on life,
on death and grief.
We've laughed, cried and sung,
and we quoted wise people.
And you probably want me to leave you
with some profound last words.
Asshole!
That you just need
to go through all the stages of grief,
through anger and denial and whatever.
Don't forget to feed the fish.
And everything will be fine.
And in the end, everything will make sense
if you just put a lot of effort in.
But you know what?
Fuck that.
To be honest, I don't have a clue.
I am pretty new to this job.
It's been three months
since this dirtbag died.
Even though it feels
like it happened yesterday.
And I could tell you
so much more about him.
But in the end, it boils down to
He had a teenage son, a moody daughter
and an unacceptable wife.
-Stephan?
-And maybe he really was happy.
But who knows?
I've been thinking.
I'd like to die on my birthday next year.
Then we can celebrate them both at once,
and it'd look amusing on my gravestone.
Mina.
By the way, I need a new therapist.
What happened?
I undressed in front of Zina
and then kissed her on the lips.
Oh, my God! That's awful.
Why?
You know the son of the undertaker
Mom works with?
I took photos of dead people with him.
What? Why?
What? I don't know.
It just happened. I wanted to help him.
And I could hide from you guys.
No idea. And you?
Me?
I don't know.
I can't stand the preparation room.
-Mom.
-Do you want something sweet?
I think there's some
of your squished cake left.
-Mom?
-What's up with you two?
Why didn't he say anything?
And if he didn't want to be a dentist,
why did he paint teeth so much?
I don't think those are meant to be teeth.
And now?
What do we do with all this?
I don't know.
You won't throw it away, will you?
Morning!
Hey, thanks for cleaning up.
What's with the tree?
Don't we put it up every year?
Back among the living?
Yes.
How fit are you?
For what?
We just received a call.
They asked if we could pick up
a body from the hospital.
I said I'd call them right back.
No, leave it.
-Why?
-I'm not taking on any jobs for now.
Okay.
Are you closing down or
-Hello.
-Hey.
Is Andi in?
-Yes.
-Okay.
What the
He's in there, but please be careful.
Okay.
Shit. Andi!
Sorry.
Are you okay?
Never better.
-Want to try it?
-No! Put it away.
Hello?
You know what? I feel that I only
have to take care of my family for now.
-Just focus on one thing.
-That doesn't sound like Karla at all.
What about you?
Fifty-five.
Chain-smoker. Functioning alcoholic.
What else is to come?
A stroke, a walker
and then get hit by a truck
if I don't cross the road quickly enough.
But maybe I'll travel a bit first.
And what about Frauke?
That's over.
It's history. I'm only looking ahead now.
Yeah, but we can't hang
all of the sketches and paintings.
There's not enough space.
And the sculptures
-What are you composing there?
-None of your business.
Go away.
Listen,
I was thinking about giving a speech
that evening.
You mean a eulogy?
No, just a few words about your dad.
We said we'd hold an exhibition here.
It won't be a funeral.
-I said it wouldn't be a eulogy.
-Don't make it all emotional.
What's the plan in that regard?
Will you continue working as a eulogist?
For now, I'm just going to be here
for you two.
No distractions, no big new projects.
Okay, but you need to make sure
that you start earning money again.
Judith, please.
I don't want to think about that for now.
-Okay.
-It'll be nice, right?
Sure. Yes.
Be quiet down there
or I'll call the police.
It's really good.
Glad you like it.
I made it for you.
Thank you.
-You should do something with it.
-I don't know.
No, really. My brother's friend is a DJ.
I can give it to him if you want.
Really, only if you want.
Yes, maybe.
Or we could meet up with him
and give it to him.
He works twice during the week
and on weekends
Ronnie!
Shit.
Hello.
How old was your grandma?
Ninety-eight?
Well, that can happen at that age.
Unfortunately, I can't help you because
Mr. Borowski died very suddenly
this morning, too.
No, I'm not a family member.
This is the police.
I'm telling you,
it's not a pretty sight here.
Mr. Borowski must have been
incredibly fat,
based on what's sticking
to all the walls here.
Yes, he probably bumped
into something sharp
and then "bang!"
Like a balloon, yes,
but with lots of stuff inside.
My God, my colleague can't stop retching.
Herbert, are you feeling better?
Great.
Yes, Mr. Borowski also left a note behind.
Shall I read it to you? Hang on. It says,
"Piety is an alien concept."
Yes, seems he was quite an odd guy,
this Borowski.
Hello?
Finally.
Where were you?
I just picked up Mr. Weber's body.
Why's that?
Could you help me take him downstairs?
No, not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
He won't go off in this weather.
It won't take long.
And I'll clean up downstairs afterwards.
Or you could just torch the whole place,
which will solve
the problem with the body, too.
Ronnie.
It's pretty simple.
All you have to say is
that you'll take on this shithole
for the next 40 years.
I won't do that while you sit here
in your dressing gown,
get drunk and berate our customers.
Good,
that's all I wanted to hear from you.
What do we do with the studio now?
"We"?
We could invite various artists.
I've got a buddy who's a cool painter.
His work is pretty dark and abstract,
but he's definitely sold some of it.
-Peer.
-I'm just making suggestions.
Yes. Just leave it.
Yeah.
"Don't interfere in my life, Peer.
We're not together anymore, Peer."
So you do listen.
Seriously though.
If you don't want my help,
what am I doing here?
Look good, don't be annoying.
-We could
-What?
No, what do you mean?
-Well, you know
-I just need to step outside for a bit.
Yes, okay, it was a crap idea.
You don’t need to run away.
GOT ANY BODIES TO COLLECT?
I'VE GOT TIME NOW.
You know, many people think
that my job as funeral coach
is limited to marketing.
A new website, some advertising.
Maybe a new logo.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg.
What I'm really interested in is
what kind of undertaker you want to be.
If you ask me,
you need to ask yourself one question:
Do I want to cover
the whole range of funerals?
Do I want to compete
with cheap online companies?
Or would I much rather
concentrate on the upper segment,
where I can earn more money
with fewer funerals?
That was three questions.
Yes, very good.
Okay, by the next appointment,
I want you to ask yourself
the following question:
Who is Ronnie Borowski?
Oh, no, I woke you up, didn't I?
No.
It's nice to see you.
It's nice to see you.
How are you?
Good.
Good.
I'm managing.
I thought you might be hiding from me.
What? No.
Yes, okay, maybe a bit.
My life has been
a bit chaotic recently.
Do you want to talk about it?
Not now, but we still have
our dinner date to go on. Right?
-True.
-Yes.
Oh, okay.
-You're welcome to help.
-Oh, no. I'm fine.
Last time I did this,
I got shouted at afterwards.
-Are you throwing everything out?
-Keep whatever you want. Just let me know.
There was this
leather jacket.
I'd like to consider keeping that.
-Are you serious?
-Zina was right.
I can't hide in the closet all the time,
and complain that no one notices me.
Oh.
"Oh" what?
-What do you mean?
-Nothing.
-Good, because that's all over.
-Okay.
Okay. What about you?
-What about me?
-What's happening with this Ronnie?
-What about Maryam?
-What about Peer?
His balls are sore. Still.
It's better that way.
Are you staying in Berlin, then?
I
I don't know yet.
Well, I think it'd be nice.
Excuse me.
Why is the door closed?
We're not taking on any new jobs.
Okay.
What about emergencies?
I've just run over a clown
and I don't know
what to do with the body.
Okay, just joking. I'm here for the
Necrophiliacs Anonymous meeting.
Is this the right place?
Don't worry, it's just water.
Is there anything to eat that isn't moldy?
I could cook something.
You can cook?
Is that so unusual?
Well, everything about you
is unusual somehow.
Thanks.
It's nice here. It's modern.
Yes.
-Yes.
-It's okay.
So now
you'll start out as an undertaker
all on your own.
Maybe not completely on my own.
Sure. While you deal with the families,
someone has to put makeup on the bodies.
-If you ever need an intern--
-When do you want to start?
I'm serious.
-No, you're not.
-Why not?
What else do you want to do?
Husband, two kids,
a townhouse in Zehlendorf.
I did think about going somewhere far away
and not telling anyone.
But, unfortunately,
my brother had the idea first, and so
Yes.
Judith!
Tonio!
Shit!
-Good evening.
-Hi.
Is Karla in?
Are you my daughter's new lover?
New lover?
I'm the undertaker.
Now I remember.
Is Karla in?
-No.
-No?
-Okay.
-But I'm sure she'll be back soon.
Don't you want to come in?
Come in.
-Yeah
-Yes!
Actually, I just wanted to drop off
some flowers.
Can I offer you anything?
Tea, wine, LSD?
Yes, maybe
Mina?
Mina, what happened here?
Ronnie!
Are you still up?
So you're an undertaker?
Yes.
-Mina, what have you done?
-Everything will be fine.
I've seen it.
So what's your opinion
on death?
I'm trying to get away from it.
Ronnie!
Your lover was here.
He left you a present.
Mr. Borowski
I'd like you
to become part of the Eitner family.
Okay. There is one more thing
I'd like to add.
Maybe, dear mourners,
it's true what they say.
Life goes on.
Although it sometimes feels
like it is going in the wrong direction.
And maybe we have learned something
in the three months since Stephan's death.
That there is no wrong way to grieve.
Not every question has an answer.
That death is terrible
only if you take it too seriously.
Hey! Hold still.
That you don't have to analyze everything.
Or, as a wise person once said
In the end, all of us, bankers, hookers,
and dentists alike,
we've got to clench our butt cheeks,
do our jobs, go home and move on.
That sounds like a good conclusion.
Holy shit, yes.
Well done, Karla.
Farewell, Stephan.
I love you.
All's well that ends well.
There's no need to say anything else.
Speech!
Oh, guys! Guys!
Speech!
Yes. Shut it. That's enough.
Yes, I can hear you!
Yes, I know you're waiting for it.
Yes, I know.
Oh, guys.
Yes, well
it's really lovely
that you're all here today.
We're here
to say goodbye to Stephan again.
Especially because the first time
didn't quite go as we'd imagined.
I've prepared a big speech.
But fuck that.
I never actually finished
singing Stephan's song.
This is for you, Stephan.
I know you better than you know yourself
Know what annoys you and what you like
I know you hate my mother
And that you grab my ass when I'm asleep
I know that you sniff your socks
And read Brigitte while you take a shit
I know all that about you
And that's exactly why I love you
Fucking hell.
Karla?
Mom, are you okay?
Yes, I have to
-Karla?
-I have to get out.
Subtitle translation by Yoona Moon