Episode 148
Translated by Carrie
Edited by Sones
(Previously on Hand aufs Herz)
[Pestalozzi, hallway]
Emma: Did you see Jenny?
Luzi: No.
Emma: She's gone, I told you!
Stefan Bergmann: Jenny’s not here. She’s on her way to the train station.
Luzi: Come on! You have to go to the train station!
[Train station]
Emma: Jenny! Hi.
Jenny: What are you doing here?
Emma: Please don't run away. You have to listen to me now. I've really fallen terribly, horribly in love with you, and I'd like to be with you. Please stay! Don’t go to London.
Jenny: What?
Emma: Stay here!
Jenny: But why would I go to London? That's where my parents just arrived from! They have been standing behind you the whole time, by the way. Mum, Dad….. This is Emma!
[Intro]
[Train station]
Mrs. Hartmann: Yes! Us too! Rolf?!
Mr. Hartmann: Surely. Ehm, Hartmann.
Emma: I’m sorry.
Jenny: Why? That’s the most wonderful thing you could have said!
Mrs. Hartmann: But why haven’t you ever told us about her?
Mr. Hartmann: Darling, she will tell us when she’s ready. For now let’s just… arrive properly.
Jenny: Yes! Why doesn’t Emma accompanying us to dinner?
Emma: No, no! That’s ok!
(Emma, we understand you…the first date already including meeting the parents – that’s definitely a bit frightening!)
Mr. Hartmann: A good idea! Then we can all get to know each other better!
Jenny: The taxis are over there! We’ll take the luggage, yes?
Mr. Hartmann: Okay!
Jenny: Don’t worry! They don’t bite!
Emma: You’re just saying that….
Jenny: You will like them!
Emma: The question is if they like me!
Jenny: Hey! The main thing is that I like you! And you know what? I like you! (Hach…)
[Michael’s apartment]
Bea: Tell me, is there a pasta machine somewhere….?
Miriam: That would rather surprise me when it comes to the guys. They are even overcharged when they buy a packet of spaghetti.
Bea: Then no….
Miriam: You’re cooking for Michael?
Bea: Romantic dinner, but seeing how the day has gone, nothing will come of it
.
Miriam: Why? What happened?
Bea: Helena made me the new Counselor.
Miriam: But, that’s good! Or….??
Bea: And I already have a student!
Miriam: No! Don’t say it’s Ben?
Bea: Intensive counseling!
Miriam: And if you just refuse it?
Bea: Then Helena will just ask unnecessary questions! In no way do I want her to become suspicious.
Miriam: But…but Bea, if you do that…I mean…Are you sure you really don’t feel anything for him?
Bea: Yes!
Miriam: Not even a tiny little tingling?
Bea: No tingling!
Miriam: You have to tell Michael that immediately. Otherwise he’ll find out from someone else and then this whole drama starts over from the beginning. Who can’t trust who! So…
Bea: Then I better forget about this romantic dinner. If we talk about Ben….
Miriam: Just make the pasta a bit more spicy!
[Pestalozzi, Helenas office]
Michael: What it is? I’m already on my way out….
Helena: Well, I’ll keep it short. From now on you are relieved from your position as Counselor.
Michael: And why? Because I like to be the Counselor?
Helena: Why do you think so badly of me? You’re my assistant principal now, so I wanted to take some of the pressure off you…
Michael: Those few extra conversations won’t kill me…..
Helena: But unfortunately it’s not done with just a few extra converstaions. Look at Ben Bergmann. You haven’t progressed one step with him.
Michael: Ben isn’t easy. That guy is going through a difficult phase at the moment.
Helena: That’s why I increased his sessions to two personal hours per week. So that we can maybe prevent him from going astray.
Michael: Well, and are you worried about the reputation of the school , or Mr. Bergmann himself?
Helena: About the future of a student!
Michael: Then I wish my sucessor luck!
Helena: You can tell Mrs. Vogel that personally.
Michael: You want to appoint Bea Vogel as the Counselor?
Helena: She told me that she has a very special rapport with Ben Bergmann. And when someone jumps at the chance to take over that job, why shouldn’t I give it to her?
Michael: Did she say that?
Helena: She assured me that she give everything she has to care for this young man.
Michael: Well.
[Chulos]
(Luzi, Timo and Ben are standing together)
Sophie: Hey you?
Ben: Hey!
Sophie: Hey Timo!
(Timo isn’t really enthousiastic about seeing Sophie)
Ben: Yes! Anyway, to get away from the old man I need an appartment of my own. But for an appartment of my own I need money. My father will only give me money if I move in with him again. But then I would never get away from him!
(Sohpie walks over to the bar since she’s being ignored.)
Sebastian: I hope I don’t need to hide the tequila now?!
Sophie: That won’t happen again.
Sebastian: How about going without alcohol for now, mmmh?
Sophie: It’s okay! Just give me anything so I don’t have to listen to your stupid comments all the time.
(Sophie is sad and looking at Timo again when Ronnie approaches.)
Ronnie: Hey, there are other handsome guys around!
Sophie: Ah yes? And who would that be?
Ronnie: The one standing near the hottest girl in this club! I’m Ronnie by the way! Hey!
Sophie: Sophie.
Ronnie: And I thought angels didn’t have names.
(And I thought these blatantly obvious advances would cause even a desolate girl to flee…)
Sophie: Is that supposed to be a pickup line?
Ronnie: That leads up to me offering you a drink…. Do you want a drink?
Sophie: I already have one.
Ronnie: No, I mean something real to drink. Hey boss, a double whisky-cola! For you? What do you want? My treat.
Sebastian: She wants a coke! It’s on the house.
Ronnie: Hey boss, it doesn’t work that way. I think I can order what I want!
Sebastian: You can! She can’t!
Ronnie: I hope you like whisky!
Sophie: Why?
Ronnie: We’re not letting this jerk spoil the party for us. (And he swaps their glasses, giving Sophie the whisky, and raising his glass for a toast.) Hey! To the absolute hottest lady in this absolutely dumb club. Cheers!
Luzi: I don’t believe it!
Timo: What?
Luzi: Look over there!
Ben: Who’s that guy?
Luzi: No idea!
Timo: Are they flirting?
Luzi: Man, Sophie is definitely drinking again!
[Saal 1]
Mr. Hartmann: So you haven’t known each other for very long?
Emma: Well, we know each other from school. We've been girlfriends for quite some time.
But now we are...uh...girlfriends. I mean girlfriends in the sense of...
Jenny: They know what you mean.
(And Jenny’s holding hands with Emma… …to demonstrate this state of being girlfriends.…I mean girlfriends in the sense of… ;) …to give Emma a bit of reassurance.)
Emma: Well, it's, I don't even talk about these things with my parents.
Mrs. Hartmann: Do you come from a broken home?
Mr. Hartmann: Christin. She doesn't want to talk about it.
Emma: Yes, I do! (Emma is on a roll…) I have to stand up for my feelings. The whole world should know that me and Jenny...
(Miriam suddenly appears, and notices Jenny and Emma holding hands….. and seems a little confused, but quickly pretends like nothing has happened….)
Miriam Vogel: Sorry, I didnt' mean to interrupt.
(But you did…thwart our Emma on her daring speech…)
Emma: Ehm, I, ehm, I haven't decided, yet.
Miriam: No problem.
(So… just give Emma a break in this really stressful conversation.)
[Chulos]
Timo: Guys like that really make me sick, just showing off the moneybags.
Ben: Right!His outfit really has style!
Luzi: But he really has a nice butt!
Timo: Nobody is interested in that, okay?
Luzi: Well, Sophie is!
Timo: Dude, the fact that he’s getting her drunk is NOT ok!
Ben: I have to agree.
(Ben and Timo walk over to Sophie)
Ronnie: Hey! You know these sops?
Sophie: Unfortunately!
Ronnie: The little one isn’t up for you! So buzz off!
Timo: Listen! The ‘little one’ is called Sophie, okay!
Ronnie: Are you the chaperones, or what? Where have you left your little skirts?
Ben: Listen! We don’t want any trouble here. She just shouldn’t drink that much. Okay?
Getting girls drunk – how poor!
Timo: Sophie! At the hospital I promised that I would take care of you!
Sophie: It’s one drink! You don’t get drunk off that!
Ronnie: And now buzz off!
[Michaels appartment]
(Seems that a candle light dinner has been set up.)
Bea: Hey!
Michael: Hey!
Bea: I have a surprise for you. I…I have cooked!
Michael: Nice! You don’t want to immediately tell me what’s going on?
Bea: What’s going on?
Michael: You’re the new Counsuler.
Bea: Yes. I wanted to tell you that.
Michael: So from now on you will care intensively about this little Bergmann?
Bea: Helena wants Ben to get a few more counseling lessons. I really didn’t jump at the chance to get that job.
Michael: Her version sounded a bit different.
Bea: How so?
Michael: She said that you were desperate for it!
Bea: That’s nonsense! What should I’ve done?
Michael: Refuse?
Bea: With what reason? Sorry, but things between Ben and I are a bit complicated? I didn’t want her to suspect anything at all!
Michael: Yes, I believe that.
Bea: Actually I wanted to tell you all that later.
Michael: You don’t have to keep secrets because of me.
Bea: But cold pasta doesn’t taste good.
[Chulos]
Sophie and Ronnie are dancing.
Timo: Guys, I can’t watch this anymore.
Luzi: Hey Timo, you’ll just make it worse!
Timo: I gotta get out of here!
Luzi: I think we should keep an eye on her!
Timo: I can’t do that! Are you coming with me?
Ben: I’m Luzi’s driver. To work off my rent….
Luzi: There are worse things!
Ben: You drive!
Timo: Okay, then see you tomorrow!
Ben: Fuck! Things can’t go on like this! I have to get some money! Ah, we’ll have two more, and make sure that Sophie doesn’t fall over again.
Sebastian: She’s not getting anything more today!
Ronnie: Hey, we’ll have another round of the same, ok!?! (Grabbing at Ben’s car keys.) Nice keychain. Is there a car that comes with it?
Ben: By front door!
Ronnie: Do you mean to say that that’s your Mustang out there?
Ben: Looks that way!
Ronnie: Awesome ride! What kind of motor is in it?
Ben: 4 liter V8
Ronnie: Shit!
[Saal 1]
(So…. we’d rather be with our dream couple.)
Emma: I think they think I'm totally nuts!
Jenny: Nonsense! They like you.
Emma: I'm babbling such rubbish.
Jenny: Don't worry. You’re almost at the end!
(No Emma, not really…)
Mrs. Hartmann: Do you know what you’d like for dessert yet?
Emma: Tiramisu?
Mr. Hartmann: Ah, that's also Jenny’s favorite.
Jenny: Well, if that's not a sign, then…?
(Tiramisu…the magic word… but it’s only a short relief, then the parental questioning goes on…
Or should I say Emmas suffering from having foot-in-mouth disease…and I can tell you: we will suffer with her!)
Mr. Hartmann: So, you were going to tell us how you met.
Emma: Well, actually that's a quite funny story. At first I thought Jenny was quiet a spoiled brat with a rich daddy. (Ah this laughter… till…) Well, eh, by that I didn't mean you of course. Certainly you're really nice. Em, I mean those people who are only in it for the money. (And she is glancing to Jenny as if looking for applause…and Jenny nods affirmatively… )
Mr. Hartmann: But you do know that I work in the financial sector?
Emma: Oh, ehm, really? (And Mrs. Hartmann is now looking at her daughter as if to say ”Jenny, how could you…” But forgive Jenny because who wouldn’t love to look at this cute sheepish Emma…) I'm sorry, ehm...I didn't meant to offend you. It's not like it's your fault to have that kind of job. Ehm, this shouldn’t sound that negative either. Ehm... and actually, it's a good thing, a nice thing if you’re good with money.
Mr. Hartmann: That’s the way I see it too….
Emma: And also, ehm…most rich people are really nice. Such as…ehm... (Again she’s looking to Jenny seeking help…and not getting it….lol) …you! And... (Finally Jenny steps in…)
Jenny: Dieter Bohlen…!? Ah…! Let's just forget about these remarks! I think Emma just meant to say that she considered me to be an arrogant cow.
Emma: But that was just because you couldn't remember my name. And with..Edda, Elsa, Esther and so forth, it's no wonder I thought you were teasing me….
Jenny: Emma, I really have a big problem with names.
Emma: And I was so stupid to only later realize that you...
(Hach…)
Mr. Bergmann: We wanted to go to the Bergmann's next. Would you like to join us?
Emma: No, thanks, but I think...
(…it’s enough…who couldn’t understand…but)
Jenny: Hey, come on. For a nightcap.
[Chulos]
(Here we listen this technical discussion…and I really have no conception of the terms I’ve translated…)
Ben: And the… the sound! I’m not talking about the the hi-fi equipment in it…..I’m talking about the sound of the V8!! Once you step on the gas you just hear pure bare-knuckle, big block power!
Ronnie: I don’t mean anything against the motor, but in all honesty…the chassis is old-school, dude! Beam axle, leaf springs…Dude, I beg you…
Ben: Gosh, but that’s what it’s all about. All these modern sports cars – any jerk can drive them! With them, the electronics controls everything!
Ronnie: Okay! Your ride is really iconic! For cruising really cool! But for a race? No chance!
Ben: Depends on the driver!
Ronnie: Just because you outpace some mummies at the traffic light? You’re so funny!
Ben: You really believe you’re faster than me? (Oh Ben! You’re so…predictable! Or dumb?)
Ronnie: Faster…and the better driver!
Ben: Haha…
Ronnie: What’s up?
Ben: Nothing!
Ronnie: Hey, we can clear this up right now! No sweat!
Sophie: You have a sports car, too?
Ronnie: Actually I drive a tuned Super. That baby has a converted twin turbo and manifold pressure like you wouldn’t believe. Against that you can pack up and go home with your V8!
Ben: You really want to have a race?
Ronnie: Are you chicken?
Ben: I could blow away a big mouth like you going backwards!
Ronnie: How about a real stake? The looser will have to sign his car over to the winner?
No risk, no fun! (Ben looks to Luzi who answers with a shake of the head.) Hey, deal or no deal?
Ben: Deal!
[Michaels appartment]
Michael: Yes, I believe everything you’ve said, but above all else, this means that Helena told me a lie..
Bea: Or she just got something wrong.
Michael: Yes. Or she knows about the rumor regarding you and Ben and wants to cause an argument between us.
Bea: We shouldn’t get paranoid. I think she just wants to unburden you since you’re the Assistant Principal, and in all honesty, how long has Ben been having consuling lessons with you?
Michael: Well, for a few months now. Since he trashed the swimming pool.
Bea: Yes, and that was last autumn. And… has it done any good?
Michael: Well, you know exactly why it hasn’t! What I want to tell you though is… don’t underestimate Helena. If she finds out anything about you and Ben having an affair…she will fire you!
[On the streets of Cologne]
(The setting of the car race……It’s dark, nearby is the edge of bold cliffs…and here comes the Rebel without a Cause… Ehm, sorry…I just get a bit off the track…as already Karin Beschenko watching Ben drinking from a milk-bottle thinking of James…)
Ronnie: That’s the route…savvy? The long straight down to the bend and then you’re back on this street. Starting and ending point is here.
Ben: Joah.
Ronnie: Ey, just follow my tail lights.
Sophie: Oh, this is so wicked!
Luzi: Utterly! Gosh Ben! Stop this crap!
Ben: I know what I’m doing!
(By the way the german title of this film I think I’ve already mentioned ;) is ‘Denn sie wissen nicht, was sie tun’, what means …they know not what they do.)
Luzi: And what if you get in an accident…or loose the car!
Ben: No worries! This Ronnie is a poser, a big mouth. I’ll blow him away!
Luzi: What is the point of this?
Ben: I’ll win his car, hawk it…and all my money problems are solved in one go! And the best part is…you’ll finally have your peace at home.
(So finally the guys let the engines roar to life….Luzi suddenly gets in Bens car.)
Ben: Are you nuts? Get out!
Sophie:Five…
Luzi: You still can stop it!
Sophie: Four…
Ben: Extra-weight could cost me the victory!
Sophie: Three…
Luzi: Ben, please!
Sophie: Two…
Ben: Don’t you get it? You have to get out!
Sophie: One…Go!
Ben: Shit!
(Ronnie takes off, and Ben is forced to race with Luzi in the car.)
[At the Bergmanns]
(After this strenuous day lets fall into the flowery bedding… )
Emma: What sort of number was that?
Jenny: Did you see their faces? That was cinema at its best!
Emma: But what will they think about us now?
Jenny: You know what… I don't care.
Emma: And Mr. Bergmann?
Jenny: Did you notice how inhibited my parents get when a business associate is around?
Emma: And what if they hate me for that now?
Jenny: My parents really like you.
Emma: You're sure? I was completely nervous, and rambled on about such crap.
Jenny: Emma, you presented me such a wonderful declaration of love, that I almost cried from happiness.
(editor’s note – though she literally says ‘luck’ here, happiness works better than a literal translation would…but…. Pick whichever version works best for you! J )
(Emma kisses Jenny.....Jenny kisses Emma back.... Kissing...still kissing...hands moving around each other, under the shirt...and suddenly Emma grabs Jenny’s hand….pulls back and kisses it…. )
Emma:Ehm, Jenny?
(Because Jenny is the most awesome girlfriend EVER, she notices everything is happening just a little too fast for Emma, and comes up with a solution.)
Jenny: Just cuddling?
(Emma nods…..Haaaaaaaaaach!)
(Ehm, some time later…after pushing the replay button…ehm…a few times.. Is there really anybody who’s interested in this car race? Ok, OK…. then…we’ll leave our girls alone - but don’t worry, we’ll be back in 149 ;) … so now we go back to….)
[The streets of Cologne]
(Ronnie gives Ben the finger as he passes him, leaving Ben to stare after the taillights of his car)
Ben: Shit! Come on, come on, come on…
(Sophie is cheering for Ronnie, who crosses first over the finish line….)
Ben: Fuck! Fuck! Shit!
Ronnie: Come on, bloody hell, was this awesome! Hey, let’s get to the most beautiful part of this evening! (He holds out his hand for the keys) Sir? (Ben gives him the car keys.) Many thanks! Hey Ben…think positive! (Ronnie sits in the car, letting the engines roar…) Damnit! That is a sound!
(Suddenly there is the wail of sirens.)
Ben: Where are they coming from?
Luzi: Gosh! I wonder where from…! As if they wouldn’t find out about an illegal car race!
Ben: Shit! We have to bolt! And fast!
Luzi: Great idea without a car!
Ronnie: Take that!
Ben: Cool! Thanks guy!
Ronnie: But mind you don’t get caught with it!
Ben: Eh?
Ronnie: The ride isn’t mine!
Ben: But whose is it?
Ronnie: I have no clue!
(And off he goes…and the sirens are getting louder)
Luzi: Shit! Now what?!?!
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