Episode 12

Translated by hephylax, edited by Lied 

 

 [Previously on Hand aufs Herz]

Bea: What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?

Michael: Can’t you imagine that there are nicer things for me to do than being locked in with you in the men’s toilet? (Well...I know about couples who thought that to be a rather fortunate opportunity to...um,...straighten out their differences.) After you turned me down twice, then invited me to dinner, messed completely with my head and kissed me… only to then turn me down again.

 

Stefan: If I’m supposed to still somehow take you seriously then do me a favour…and stop building your counterproductive concept of life upon my wealth. All I want is to help you find your way out there in the world.

Ben: Like with mom back then?

Stefan: You leave your mother out of this.

Ben: Your shitty character is responsible for her death.

 

Intro

 

 

[Bergmann villa, kitchen]

 

Stefan: Her death was an accident.

Ben: Yes, of course.

Stefan: She had an unstable personality (isn’t that hereditary? It would explain a few things about Ben). What was I supposed to have done? She didn’t even let me close to her. (I know someone else who does that.)

Ben: You probably even believe what you are saying.

Stefan: She was ill, Ben. Pills, alcohol…

Ben: Yes, and why? Because you made her ill, damn it! With your ignorance, coldness and those countless affairs!

Stefan: Well, what do YOU know?! You weren’t married to her! (That’s a good thing, Stefan. Remember what Oedipus did to his father before marrying his mother.)So stop telling me what kind of husband I was!!

Ben: You probably were just as shitty a husband as you are a father.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, school toilet]

 

Bea: I…I’m sorry.

Michael: You’re sorry?

Bea: Yes. I don’t know either…The whole thing somehow took on a life of its own. I didn’t want to mess with your head. The kiss…I truly only wanted your advice. I think.

Michael: Are you always this flaky?

Bea: My life is…is a little complicated at the moment. It was such a nice…(She puts her hand on his, realizes that touching might not be the right thing to do right now and pulls it away.)It was such a nice evening…it just felt so good to simply have some fun again. And then I just let things go a little too far.

Michael: Okay. But what was the mistake here? The letting things continue or your dismissive attitude? (Ohhhh, was Bea mean to little Michael? There there.)

Bea: The letting things continue. I shouldn’t have let things get so far.

(Michael, listen and get it in your head: she’s just not into you! I know it’s hard but the only Heisig she wants has a Schmidt- in front.)

Michael: May I ask you a question? Is there someone in your life?

Bea: No. No! I don’t have a significant other.

Michael: Well, that’s not really necessary to make things complicated. Whatever it is, my advice would be to resolve it. Do it for you and for…for your environment (also known as Jemma-fans who could do with fewer Bean-flashbacks and “we shouldn’t, I’m your teacher” conversations).

Michael discovers his inner MacGuyver, opens his belt and uses the buckle/prong to try and pick the lock.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, hallway]

(Caro is showing that the word neckline should be a more flexible word, since that 'neckline' can reach ones belly button. And there is that golden bra again.)

 

Caro: Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you forever.

Sophie: Why?

Caro: Because we wanted to talk about volleyball practice or have you already forgotten?

Sophie: I was at the copy machine.

Caro: And what have you been doing there?

Sophie: Made copies. (well duh!)

Caro: And because of shit like that, you let me run around looking for you?

Sophie: Well, it was a total pain. First the paper was out, then the copy machine broke down, ate my presentation, spat out only blank sheets and then I completely forgot about meeting you.

Caro: You didn’t make out with this idiot in some corner, did you?

Sophie: No! Who do you think I am?

Caro: Forget about it. We are meeting with Ms. Lohmann at half-past already. And then there won’t be any doubt about who is going to be allowed to go to Malle (Mallorca).

Sophie: Great. I’ll be there.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, school toilet]

Michael managed to get the door open.

Unluckily for him, Caro’s talent to be at the right place at the right time to witness ambiguous situations and draw the most titillating conclusion (who could forget the Bodo/Frau Jäger date) manifested itself early. She sees them coming out of the restroom (Michael still has to refasten his belt) and hears the following dialog:

 

Michael: Freedom.

Bea: Thanks.

Michael: Yes. And about this thing between the two of us…I don’t think anyone has to know about it.

Bea: It really would be better to not make it any more complicated.

Michael: Yes, well, then let’s go.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, at the lockers]

 

Timo: Hey. Luzi, I’m sorry I didn’t show up for rehearsal. (She ignores him)I know, that was rotten.

Luzi: Do me one favour and just leave me alone. Okay?

Timo: I wanted to come to the rehearsal but something came up.

Luzi: It always does.

Timo: It’s not that easy. I don’t even know how to explain it to you.

Luzi: God, stop with your fucking excuses. How stupid do you think I am? Do you really believe I don’t get it?

Timo: But it doesn’t change anything between us.

Luzi: Why can’t you just be honest? Just tell me if you don’t want to do this music stuff. If you are only here because you feel sorry for me, thanks but I can really live without it.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, class room]

 

Michael: Frau Jäger, could you tell me where you are sending my students to?

Frau Jäger: You weren’t here and they asked if they were allowed to go.

Michael: Yes, okay. It’s just as well. Though we will make up for this lesson.

Frau Jäger: Are you felling okay?

Michael: Excuse me? Yes, I’m fine but I think I’m not interested in Shakespeare’s poems, either, at the moment.

Frau Jäger: But they are so romantic

Michael: And that’s exactly why.

Frau Jäger: Have you just come from a coaching with Ben Bergmann? (Yes, Michael. Is that why you aren’t feeling romantic right now?//HAHA, right, that is the right conclusion to make, Ms. Jäger. Lovesick Michael? BEN!)Did it not go well?

Michael: The coaching was some time ago. But there are other people in this school who are also difficult, if you know what I mean.

Frau Jäger: Still, I hope you’ll have a nice day, anyway.

Michael: Yes, yes. Thanks, you too.

 

[Flashback]

Bea singing at the living room concert.

Michael: You’re fascinating

Bea: I am, am I?

The almost kiss at Chulos.

Bea: I’m sorry it was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.

[/Flashback]

 

 

[Pestalozzi, volleyball court]

 

Alexandra: Okay girls! That’s it for today! Math is waiting. Sophie? Your serves are very good.

Sophie: Thanks.

Caro has seenBen and walked over to him.

Caro: So that means you want to go to the club tonight.

Ben: What I want is lots of loud music to clean out my head. If you want you can come with me.

Caro: Sure. And if you want to relieve stress, there are ways other than loud music. Will you pick me up?

Ben: I can do that.

Caro: Okay. Look who’s standing there. (She points to Michael.)Do you want to know the latest scoop? He is nailing the new one.

Ben: What new one?

Caro: Good gosh, Heisig has something going on with Vogel. I saw the two of them together just now. And that was in the men’s room. I mean how desperate/horny do you have to be? In the men’s room.

Ben leaves in a huff of teenage jealousy and Sophie comes over to hand Caro her bag.

Sophie: Here.

 

 

[The Vogel home]

Music: Pop goes the world - Gossip

Miriam comes home with the groceries, while Piet is preparing to leave.

 

Miriam: Hello Miriam. Nice of you to take care of the shopping. Wait, I’ll take the shopping bags from you at once.(Loving her always present sarcasm)

Piet:What’s for lunch?

Miriam: We’ll see. You won’t die of hunger, anyway.

Piet:I gotta go. Come here. (He gives her a quick kiss good-bye.) Bye.

Miriam: Have fun at work.

Miriam starts to take care of the washing but then stops and looks at the newspaper wanted ads and starts making calls.

Miriam: Please, don’t hang up yet.

Yes, I’m calling regarding your ad. I’m looking for a training position as a travel agent.

Yes, okay. Thanks. Bye.

Again, she gets rejection after rejection.She looks at the laundry.

Miriam: What am I to you, anyway? Washer woman, cleaning lady, cook?

 

 

[Bergmann villa]

 

Stefan is looking at a photo of him and his late wife.

And we get a flashback but of something we haven’t seen before and in color.

 

[Flashback]

In the Bergmann villa.

Anja(a drink in hand): You disgust me.

Stefan: I didn’t ask you to spy on me.

Anja: No. You never ask me…you just do it!

Stefan: Does that surprise you? I mean, look at you.

Anja: I won’t take this any longer.

Stefan: What is that supposed to mean?

Anja: I won’t be in your way any longer.

Stefan: Anja, Anja. Not this pathos.

Anja: I’m serious.

Stefan: Now you’re trying this again. Well, what are you waiting for? Just do it then!

She puts down her glass, grabs her keys and leaves.

[/Flashback]

 

Karin: I’m finished for today.

Stefan: Okay.

Karin: Have a nice evening.

She leaves and Stefan puts the photo back on the table.

 

(I really would have liked to have known even more about Ben's mum. She's rather beautiful, and yes, hereditary, too.)

 

 

[Pestalozzi, principal’s office]

 

Michael is talking and Frau Krawczyk is desperately trying to appear sober and interested, and not doing a very good job of it. Fortunately, this is Michaelwho we all know is unable to recognize disinterest and boredom directed at him.

Michael: It…is not easy to reach this boy. Okay, it was our first session, so you have to try to build some trust first. You see, Ben is pretty mature for his age (SAY WHAT!?!?). So there have to be other reasons for his rebellious behaviour; maybe an incident in his family that he never really came to terms with? At least, that would explain a few things. Do you know of anything like that?

Frau Krawczyk: No.

Michael: Did his father maybe mention something? You know Ben’s father personally, don’t you?

Frau Krawczyk: Eh, I’m sorry. What was the question?

Michael: Frau Krawczyk, aren’t you feeling well? You are looking a little pale.

Frau Krawczyk: Indeed, I’m feeling rather queasy (or is that queery?). I’m probably about to get the flu again.

Michael: Well, if you want to we can continue this later and I’ll leave you alone for now.

Outside the door(the traffic light just turned red again and we know what that means), Michael takes out his phone.

Michael: Dr. Wendtland. Heisig speaking. I have to talk to you. Yes, it’s rather urgent, so…Today, if possible. Alright. Till later.

(I do believe Michael should ask for lessons from Emma aka Watson regarding sneaky operations. He starts the call with a normal, though rather loudly spoken “Dr. Wendtland”. But when he then says “Heisig speaking” it’s almost a whisper. Michael, people can see you, they know who YOU are.)

Inside the office, Frau Krawczyk isindeed doing her best to get her blood alcohol up to the required level by chugging down her vodka.

 

[Pestalozzi, hallway]

 

Timo: Luzi, I really had fun singing that song with you. I didn’t think that I had any talent. I even wrote a song.

Luzi: What?

Timostarts rapping (Imagine it rhyme):

I was a freak

But I really like you

That’s why I’m rapping this song

Because I made a mess

But our choir rocks.

Now we truly rehearse

Because that’s important to me.

Convinced?

 

[Pestalozzi, volleyball court]

Sophie takes out her phone from her sportsbag.

 

[Pestalozzi, hallway]

Luzi: I’d really like it if you continued.

Timo: And this time I won’t leave you hanging again, promise.

His phone rings. It’s Sophie.

Timo: Hey, Keenan, what’s up?

Sophie: Timo, this is Sophie.

Timo: Really?

Sophie: God, don’t try to bullshit me.

Timo: I’m just hanging out with Luzi. Have you already met her, by the way?

Sophie: Oh, that’s why. Say, do you want to meet tonight, maybe at the club?

Timo: Sure.

Sophie: Okay, well, I think we’ll be there at 9. (Caro takes a seat next to Sophie.)Äh, no Dad, no problem. It won’t be that late.

Timo: Okay.

Sophie: No, no boys, either.

Caro: No, of course not.

Timo hangs up.

Timo(to Luzi):He’s such a freak. Such a pain in the neck.

Sophie: Okay. Right. Bye Dad! – (to Caro) That guy really gets on my nerves.

 

 

[The Vogel home, kitchen]

 

Piet: So how’s the search for a job coming along? Has something come up already?

Miriam: Oh, so the training position is already over and done with as far as you’re concerned?

Piet: Well…I mean, you are my wife, I want what’s best for you and not for you to go to school with some teenagers.

Miriam: What do you suggest?

Piet: Gastronomy? I mean, look around, nobody is going to fool you in this area. You know what’s what.

Miriam: We’ll you don’t.

Piet: Tell me about it!

Bea: So how about it? Can we go now?

Miriam: I’m ready.

Piet: Ready for what?

Miriam: Girls’ night out.

Piet: And who is going to clean this up?

Miriam/Bea: You.

Piet: Look, I didn’t come home early from work at Memet’s just so I could continue working here.

Miriam: Then look at this as your big chance to catch up to my big lead in this area.

Piet: If you take over cutting the calves in half for me. Great.

 

 

[Chulos]

Miriam and Bea are standing at the bar.

Sebastian: Here. Two gin tonics for the ladies.

He smiles and winks at Miriam

Bea: Things between Piet and you are pretty complicated at the moment, aren’t they?

Miriam: Nah. He’s just acting like this because he wants to tinker with his “Bulli” (nickname for a VW Transporter) rather than cleaning up a plate.

Her phone sounds.

Miriam: I bet the text is from him. Saw that coming. ‘Emergency at Memet’s. Have to get back to the plant. Might be late coming back.’

Bea: They are doing so much overtime at the döner plant, aren’t they?

Miriam: Nonsense. He’s only saying this so he can leave everything lying around and run off to his Bulli. And he is stupid enough to think that I don’t get it.

Bea: And since when have you known about him having sex with his Bulli?

Miriam: Hello? I have the job that brings everything to light. Motor oil stains on his t-shirt…I’m sure he didn’t get them working at Özgül Döner. – Well, he doesn’t have to know everything I’m doing either, right?

Bea: And what are you going to text him back, now?

 

 

[Piet’s garage]

 

Piet is, not surprisingly, really working on his Bulli. He reads Miriam’s text, gets a little pale, then responds.

 

 

[Chulos]

 

Miriam: Now I’m curious how he’ll try to wiggle out of this. – Oh, that was fast.

‚Things are slowing down here, too. You guys should go party. You’ve earned it.’

Bea: Well, then.

Miriam: Well, then.

They toast to each other, turn around and see Ben standing with Sophie and Caro, staring at Bea. His face shows the disapproval of a five-year-old whose Berlin teddy got taken away. Bea and Miriam turn around again.

Miriam: You better not look.

Bea: That’s not so easy.

 

Sophie has found Timo. They kiss.

Sophie: I can’t stay for long. Ben’s in a shitty mood and I’ve got Caro’s at my heels the whole time.

Caro: Hey. The guy really isn’t all that, today.

Sophie: Come on. And just tell me everything.

 

Ben is still staring at Bea’s back.

[Flashback]

Bea and Michael at Chulos drinking to brotherhood and almost kissing

[/Flashback]

Ben now wanders over to the bar, gets a drink, and starts shooting angry looks Bea’s way with just two people between them.

 

 

[Saal 1]

 

Dr. Wendtland: What do you mean, you don’t want to stay at the Pestalozzi any longer?

Michael: I mean, that I have been there for long enough. Even if I stayed three more years to check if the rumours about Frau Krawczyk are true, I wouldn’t be able to find out if she’s drinking.

Dr. Wendtland: I’m surprised. You were very keen to take up this substitute position.

Michael: Yes. But I had different reasons for doing it, as you know.

Dr. Wendtland: That has changed now?

Michael: Yes. And no. But the colleague I’m substituting for will come back in three weeks so…

Dr. Wendtland: Well, I assume those are personal reasons… Still, I’m asking you to please stay on as long as possible. Well, you are a great teacher and you have integrity. Who else am I to give this precarious task to? You see, I’m the schools inspector and I…I have to investigate accusations like those brought against Frau Krawczyk.

This vice-principal is bombarding me with details of neglect and inadequacies. I can’t ignore that, unfortunately. Well, and if you don’t do it, I would have to find someone else. I would hate to do that. Such accusations in the wrong hands can destroy entire lives. Please reconsider and stay. At least until the last doubts about Frau Krawczyk’s competence have been cleared up.

Michael: Yes. Yes, okay.

Dr. Wendtland: Thank you so much.

 

 

[Chulos]

 

Ben has been lying in wait for Bea.

Ben: Well? On your way to the restroom?

Bea: Yes. So?

Ben: Have another date there again, or what?

Bea: What!?

Ben: First with one of your students, then with your colleague, what’s next?

Bea: Ben, what are you talking about?

Ben: At least, admit it.

Bea: Admit what?

Ben: That you have something going on with Heisig.

Bea: Are you completely insane?

Ben: Apparently you had a lot of fun in the school toilet.

Bea: That’s nonsense! Come with me. (To the toilet?)

They go outside.

Bea: What’s with this rubbish? Do you really think I’d jump from one mess (that would be you, Ben)to the next?

Ben: Then why are we outside?! Why mustn’t he see us together?!

Bea: Because you are my student! (something he still knew a minute ago, when he was accusing her of having had something going on with a student)And because it’s not that great to have intimate talks in front of the door to the toilets.

Ben: I’m more than just your student, damn it! (Did he stomp his foot?)

Bea: Stop it. If anyone is watching…

They go a few more steps somewhere.

Ben: That better?! With Heisig you didn’t really mind being seen.

Bea: Don’t you get it? Nothing happened.

They jump each other and kiss.

(And after Ben acted like a brat the entire evening who can blame Bea for letting all that passion overwhelm her. Cough.)