Episode 35

translated by hephylax

edited by sones

 

(Translator’s note: I haven’t watched these full episodes before translating them (and I wouldn’t watch them without serious fast-forwarding if I didn’t have to translate them for you guys), so you get my mocking comments as they newly pop into my head. If things are later repeated in the dialogue it’s just because it’s so predictable. ;-)

 

[Previously on Hand aufs Herz]

 

Sebastian: You can’t tell that you’re nervous. You look really great. I mean, like a real waitress.

Miriam: Thanks, you too. Well, like a real guest.

Sebastian: Break a leg. You’re doing great.

 

Sebastian: Miriam, is everything alright?

 

Miriam shakes her head then comes up to him and they kiss.

 

Intro

 

[Chulos]

 

Miriam and Sebastian are still kissing. Things are heating up but Miriam steps back.

 

Miriam: I…I have to go home.

 

Sebastian tries to pull her back.

 

Sebastian: You don’t.

 

Miriam: I do. Sebastian, I…I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.

 

Sebastian: Should I drive you?

 

Miriam: No! I’m sorry.

 

She walks out.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, locker room]

 

Sophie: Hi.

 

Alexandra: Wonderful, Sophie. It’s good that you’re back on the team. Sports get the blood flowing. We’re back to playing with the old line-up: Caro and Sophie vs. Sarah and Rieke.

 

Caro: It wasn’t my idea.

 

Sophie: I can manage very well without you, too. The things you do to get a good grade in French.

 

Caro: Lots of things, obviously.

 

Sophie: Well, I’m always up for a good deed. And obviously you guys can’t manage without me,

anyway. I really don’t feel like talking to you anymore.

 

Caro: It’s better this way, anyway. Save your yakking for Timo. Say, does he always sing you nice lullabies?

 

Sophie: Sometimes. You’re just jealous because things with Ben are such a bust.

 

Caro: Watch it!

 

Alexandra: Caro? Do you need a special invitation?

 

 

[Vogel home]

 

The Vogels (minus Bea) are eating breakfast.(Which means Bea is either already at school or she overslept and is gonna be late. Experience tells me it’s probably the latter.)

 

Piet: But you like to sing.

 

Lara: But not with all those nerds. It’s so not cool to join them.

 

Piet: I don’t believe that. If Bea is teaching the course…, hm?

 

Lara: But that’s how it is. Will you give me a refill, Mama? Mama?

 

Miriam: Äh wha…Oh, tea. Here you go.

 

Lara: Well, I’ll be going now.

 

Piet: Bye!

 

Lara: Bye.

 

Piet: Everything alright with you?

 

Miriam: Yes, why?

 

Piet: Well, I don’t know, you’re so quiet this morning.

 

Miriam: I’m not really quite awake yet. I didn’t sleep so well.

 

Piet: I warned you. Shift work can really mess you up. And you’ve only had one shift and that was in the afternoon, hm? Your noticing it yourself, but you know what’s best for you.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, hallway]

 

Luzi passes Ben in the hallway.

 

Luzi: Ah, it’s a good thing I ran into you. I’ve got the musical scores for the new songs. (She holds them out to a reluctant Ben)So you can start practicing the piano part.

 

Ben: You can give them to someone else. I don’t need the score.

 

Luzi: Do you already know all the songs by heart?

 

Ben: Of course, but it’s mostly because I’m no longer in the AG.

 

Luzi: You’re joking. Why?

 

Ben: Ask Frau Vogel.

 

Luzi: Hey! God, the band festival is in three weeks. You can’t leave now.

 

Ben: Luzi, we aren’t even a real band. What’s the point of us being there?

 

Luzi: Oh, so that’s what this is about. Are we too unprofessional and uncool for the great pianist?

 

Ben: It’s just getting to be too much for me…school…the AG… the other stuff that’s happening… You know I have to worry about my Abi.

Luzi: Everyone has to.

 

Ben: Yes, but I’m not managing. I’m sorry. Really.

 

 

 

[Pestalozzi, volleyball court](An indoors court!!! Now with 100% less dead bodies!)

 

The volleyball team is playing.

 

[Pestalozzi, locker room]

 

Alexandra: There you go! That’s the team I know.

 

Sophie: Great, isn’t it? As soon as I’m back things start going well again.

 

Caro: Now don’t get delusions of grandeur.

 

Sophie: Well, great game, great mark in French…a great boyfriend who loves me…I can understand it if you’re a little envious.

 

Caro: Sure, of a loser boyfriend who croons lullabies for me.

 

Alexandra: People, just as a reminder. I don’t care about what you’re doing at home. But on the court and at school there will be peace. Do I make myself clear? If there’s one thing that’s annoying me, it’s your bitching.

 

Caro: Am I supposed to offer her my hand now, or something?

 

Alexandra: You can kiss her for all I care, if it then means you’ll harmonizing better with each other. (I guess Alex really meant it when she told her team later that they should be more like Jenny.)

Sophie blows a hand kiss at Caro. (Whoyah!)

 

 

[Chulos/ Saal 1]

 

Sebastian and Miriam are at their respective workplaces pondering the happenings of last evening.Or maybe TPTB just wanted us to see the joys of working in the catering industry.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, auditorium]

 

Hotte a cappellas “Dreams” while Emma is sitting cross-legged on a chair, lip-syncing and using rolled up paper as a microphone. (This makes my day…er…episode.)

 

Emma: I wouldn’t mind if the entire school day consisted only of ST.

 

Hotte: That’d be cool.

 

Emma: Yeah-eah.

 

Hotte: Plus physics and chemistry, perhaps.

 

Emma: Right. And math.

 

Hotte: Yes.

 

Emma: Are you crazy?

 

They laugh.Bea comes in.

 

Bea: So, ready to start?

 

Luzi comes in.

 

Luzi: Ben’s out.

 

Emma + Hotte: What?!

 

Bea does her best to ignore it.

 

Luzi: Can’t you do something?

 

Bea: I can’t force anyone to participate.

 

Luzi: And why not? First Ben tanks our television appearance and almost gets in a brawl with Heisig…then he apologizes and says that he really wants to participate… and now?

 

Bea: We’ll manage without him.

 

Luzi: What about the band festival in three weeks?

 

Bea: It’s hasn’t even been decided yet whether we will be allowed to participate.

 

Emma: Then why are we rehearsing?

 

Luzi: You’re only saying that because you know very well how hard it’s going to be without Ben.

 

Bea: I’m sorry, we… we’ll manage somehow.

 

Luzi: I don’t want to do this anymore. People are just coming and going and we never really get the chance to work.

 

Bea: Alright, people, we have a problem. Ben is gone, and we have to find a substitute. And we will. In the meantime, I’ll fill in. Okay? So, five, six, seven, eight.

 

Emma starts singing “If a song could get me you”. The others join in but then Luzi stops.

 

Luzi: Sorry, I…I can’t do this.

 

And she leaves.

 

Bea: Luzi.

 

 

[Saal 1]

 

Sebastian: That’s looking great.

 

Miriam: Sebastian.

 

Sebastian: Sorry, I have to talk to you.

 

Miriam: Now? I have a lot to do.

 

She holds up the three plates she’s carrying. Sebastian takes two of them.

 

Sebastian: Which table?

 

She shows him and they serve the food.

 

Miriam: What’s this about?

 

Sebastian: Miriam, what happened yesterday?

 

Miriam: You’re asking me that here?

 

Sebastian: Or somewhere else, but I have to know what…what feelings you have for me. I was sad that you left so fast.

 

Miriam: I shouldn’t have come in the first place. You know that as well as I do. I’m married, I have a daughter… and I love my husband.

 

Sebastian: But you did come.

 

Miriam: Because I had a few drinks.

 

Sebastian: No. I’m familiar with alcohol. You didn’t have anything to drink.

 

Miriam: I did. Lots, in fact. And now I really have to continue working, and I would really prefer to not see you again for a while. (But I wouldn’t. He’s the cutest, most reasonable guy on the show, hands down.)

 

 

[Pestalozzi, at the lockers]

 

Bea: Ben.

 

Ben: What’s up?

 

Bea: I’m just coming from rehearsal.

 

Ben: And you suddenly realized that you missed me.

 

Bea: Above all, the others are missing you.

 

Ben: Is this supposed to be an attempt to get me back into the AG?

 

Bea: As a matter of fact.

 

Ben: Fine, let’s talk about this later then. Because I’m in a hurry.

 

Bea: Ben. I know you’re angry with me. But please don’t take it out on the others.

 

Ben: How about tonight? My father will be out, we’ll have some quiet and time…eight at my place.

 

Bea: That isn’t a good idea.

 

Ben: Suit yourself. I’m in a hurry. Oh, and if you change your mind… just give me a call.

 

(Argh, I hate him, I loathe him, I wanna put him in the corner with the rest of the misbehaving kindergarten kids. Sorry guys, after months of translating Jemma and Ben the responsible Daddy eps, I’m back to this. It’s truly a culture shock.)

 

 

[Pestalozzi, teachers’ lounge]

 

Michael is sitting at the table grading papers when Frau Jäger sashays over to him and lounges seductively against the table.

 

Frau Jäger: Do you prefer Apfelriemchen (apple pie) or streusel cake? I know the preferences of your colleagues but since you’re new…

 

Michael: Frau Jäger, I’m sorry to say I’m not much for sweets.

 

Frau Jäger: Pity. My cake is normally always well received.

 

Michael: Oh, you baked it yourself?

 

Frau Jäger: Yeah.

 

(Btw, in the background we can see Frau Krawczyk, pretending to talk to another teacher but really there to keep an eye on her rather flirty Ingrid, I’m sure.)

 

Michael: Well, that’s another story then. In that case…Streuselkuchen (strusel cake). Why, is there something to celebrate?

 

Frau Jäger: Every year, I bring […] on my…

 

Götting: The substitution schedule for tomorrow. Three colleagues are ill.

 

Michael: Hold on, Herr Götting. Why did you dump most of these lessons on me?

 

Götting: Let’s say it diplomatically. We’re chronically under-staffed and that’s not because of the vice-principal.

 

Frau Krawczyk: We’re really short several subject teachers, but that’s no reason for Mr. Heisig to cover for all the absences in German and English. Didn’t you used to teach German at junior high level?

 

She takes Götting’s pen.

 

Frau Krawczyk: So, you’ll take over double German in class 7A and then go to 8C.

 

Götting: Those are my administrative hours.

 

Frau Krawczyk: Oh, I’m so sorry.

 

She hands back his pen then winks at Michael(if Ingrid can flirt with him so can she) and leaves.

 

Michael: Äh, Frau Krawczyk, another thing…

 

He follows her out.The person who has been hiding behind the newspaper in the background this entire time lowers the paper. It’s Alexandra. (Hehe!) She claps her hands.

 

Alexandra: Congratulations. What a great show.

 

 

[Beschenko home, Luzi’s room]

 

And we get a strip-show by Luzi. WTF!?!Ah, no, she’s just trying on her stolen goods.

Knock, knock.

 

Karin: Luzi?

 

Panic mode. Luzi tries to hide the stuff under her blanket.

 

Karin: Hello.

 

Luzi: Äh, don’t you have to work?

 

Karin: Herr Bergmann isn’t in today, so I was able to leave early. (Her mama eye spies something unusual.)What a cute top. Is that new? Say, Luzi… where did you get all these clothes?

Luzi: From…Sophie. She cleaned out her closet.

 

Karin: The things some people throw out…It looks brand-new.

 

Luzi: Yes, but she’s not wearing it anymore.

 

Karin: It’s nice of her to think of you, and it’s great that you’re getting along better.

 

 

[Pestalozzi, parking lot]

 

Alexandra: You got lucky.

 

Michael: Huh?

 

Alexandra: Covering the lessons.

 

Michael: Oh, yes. Poor Herr Götting, now he has to sacrifice his administrative hours.

 

Alexandra: Well, he’s been futilely wasting them up until now anyway. I hope he understands that soon. Did you see my beach team earlier?

 

Michael: Yes, I did. Looked very professional. One can see that you’re utilizing the time you have well.

 

Alexandra: Thanks. I think so too.

 

Michael: So that means you won’t be going to any bars again today to torture innocent cherries? (Is this dialogue for real? Alexandra and her volleyball team = Subtext galore.)

 

Alexandra: We’ll see what the evening holds.

 

Michael: That…is something I would love to know too.

 

Alexandra: Well then why don’t you find out?

 

(Gosh, I just found Michael rather cute. Help!)

 

 

[Saal 1]

 

Bea: Luzi was really desperate.

 

Miriam: Bea, you wanted to have some distance from Ben, so it’s good that he isn’t taking part in it anymore.

 

Bea: But this is not about me. It’s about the choir. They’ve never sung as unmotivated as today. Because of Ben we’ve specifically chosen pieces for the piano.

 

Exasperated look by Miriam(Amen, sister!).

 

Miriam: It can’t be that hard to find someone else for that.

 

Bea: In theory yes…but not that quickly. We need a replacement if we want to participate in the band festival. The kids need a success. A goal.

 

Miriam: So what does that mean? That you’ll have to get down on your knees before Ben (Eeewwwwwww!!!! TMI! TMI!)and beg him to come to rehearsal again?

 

Bea: He offered to talk about everything again. Tonight. At his place, and now I’m considering whether or not I should go.

 

(The answer would be: no. But you’re Bea, so…you’ll do it.)

 

 

[Bergmann villa]

 

Ben is lying on the coach, looking once again at his creepy stalker picture of him and the sleeping Bea on his phone.

And we get a flashback of him shooting said photo.

 

 

[Saal 1]

 

Miriam: Bea, there’s no way you’re going there! (You go, Miri!)

 

Bea: Then he won’t come back.

 

Miriam: Then you guys will just have to do without him. You know what’s happened all the times you’ve met in private!

 

Bea: Yes, but there has to be a way to deal with him normally. (Yes, don’t visit him at home just like all of your other students.)I promised Luzi and the others that I would talk to him once more.

She takes out her phone.Miriam – rightly – suspects the worst.

 

Miriam: And you did and he said no. It won’t do any good to go over to his place now.

Bea is texting. Poor Miriam gives up. (She knows that Bea just can’t resist any kind of blackmail from guys.) Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 

 

[Bergmann villa]

 

Ben gets a text: Ben, I would like to talk to you. See you at eight. Bea

He smiles a smarmy smile, then jumps up to check that the bed has fresh sheets, there are still condoms in his nightstand and the camera has fresh batteries…or something like that.

 

It’s evening. The lights in the villa are turned way down.

 

Ben: Glad you’re here. Why don’t you have a seat?

At the table with the candle-light dinner setting, btw. (It was to be expected, really. Except by Bea, of course.)

 

Bea: Actually, I wanted to talk to you… not have dinner.

 

Ben: But it’s easier to talk during dinner. (Isn’t he smooth? Hold me back or… I’ll jump out the window right now.)

 

Bea: But I don’t want to.

 

Ben: But you want something from me. So it’s only right to expect a little something in return. (I find this entire situation mega creepy and would probably have run out of there by now.)Do me the favour. Have dinner with me.

 

Bea: Okay.

She sits down.

 

Bea: But we’ll talk only about the AG. (Yes, Bea, it’s important to set strict boundaries during your candlelight dinner with your student.)

Ben grins behind her back, then takes his place across from her, folds his hands and looks seriously at her. Because he’s sooo mature.

(And while they wait for the waiter to come and take their orders…wait a minute…)

 

 

[Chulos]

 

Michael: Give me a beer, please. Perhaps orange juice would be better.

 

Sebastian: We’re a bar.

 

Michael: And I thought this was a Saftladen (literally: “juice shop” meaning dump/useless outfit). Why are you in such a shitty mood?

 

Sebastian: Had a bad night.

 

He pours him an orange juice.

 

Sebastian: Two Euros.

 

Michael: Hey, listen. I’ll give you twenty if you tell me what’s bothering you.

 

Sebastian: Nothing.

 

Michael: Miriam.

 

Sebastian: Why does she say that she’s not interested even though that’s clearly a lie?

 

Michael: Because she’s married?

 

Sebastian: Then why did she come over in the middle of the night to kiss me??

 

Michael: Ey, Sebastian, no idea why she did that but…I’m more puzzled by you than by Miriam. You’re not normally one for complicated affairs.

 

Sebastian: Miriam is not an affair. There’s something about her… that makes me betray my principles.

 

Michael: Hah, you’re probably just getting old.

 

Sebastian: In any case, I just can’t get her out of my head.

 

Michael: Okay, hey Sebastian, listen. You stop this nonsense, alright? If you continue to go after her you’ll not just make her, but her family, and yourself, unhappy.

 

 

Speaking ofmaking someone (in this case me) unhappy

 

[Bergmann villa]

 

Ben: So, that’s the last one with avocado. Would you like it?

 

Bea: Thanks. So, how about it? Are you coming back to the AG?

 

Ben: I find it rather strenuous to talk about music and fish the whole time.

(If she’s just now asking him to join the AG again, I’m pretty sure they didn’t talk about music at all before. Now fish…fish might have indeed been a topic the way the evening is going…)

 

Bea: That’s why I wanted to resolve this at school.

 

Ben: But you’re here now. We understand each other, it’s romantic… (In a Nightmare on Elmstreet kind of way)

 

Bea: Ben, stop this. It’s over.

 

Ben: Then you wouldn’t have come.

 

Bea: I came because you’re important to the others.....because I want you to be in the AG, and because I want to finally be able to deal with you normally.

 

Ben: One doesn’t eat sushi with their student by candlelight.

 

Bea: Pff…now you’re being unfair. Those were your conditions. I’m leaving.

She stands up andstarts walking out.

 

Ben: Stop! Do you remember this?

(He shows her the creepy stalker picture. Which becomes even creepier when shown to his victim.)We were still happy then. (The morning after a one-night stand, with one person still asleep and oblivious??? Reaaaallyyyy???)

 

Bea with a trace of panic: Ben… (Hm, finally realized that you’re in the perfect date-rape scenario? Psychotic ex who doesn’t take no for an answer because he believes that he knows how you’re feeling better than you do, you two all alone in an empty house…)

 

Ben: Why are you running from your feelings? How am I supposed to stop you?

 

Bea: You don’t have to stop me.

 

Ben: Oh yes, I have to. Finally start listening to your heart. Or I’ll post this (creepy stalker picture)online.

 

(Oh, you’re kidding me. Both her male love interests really have blackmailed her? Which made them so endearing to her that she had a hard time deciding between them later on? Who ships such a pairing? I mean, I love brotherly Ben and his room as much as the next Jemma-fangirl but if it were up to me, Ben wouldn’t have come within 10 meters of Bea after this and Bea wouldn’t have been allowed to make any big decisions that depended on logic and intuition. Those would have been left to Miriam.)