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BEDSIDE HIGHWAY

I should report this. Immediately!

You can not stop progress. I will complain to the minister!

- Was the department neglecting it? - We have not done anything wrong, Minister.

It's the Commission's responsibility. It's safe regarding the human factor.

We should not worry about the people. We will build roads!

I have enough to worry about even as it is.

What is that?

Can't you knock instead of just barging in?

- I asked Ludvigsen from contracting firm. - And how is it with Syvhuse?

- The residents filed a protest. - It was rejected by the board.

- Won't they be expropriated? - Murkäfurnu has not signed it yet.

According to the Constitution, Section 73, paragraph 3-5 ...

... with changes from October 1923, landowners can go to court.

A lawsuit can prevent the road!

What are the chances for legal actions?

- Have you send the 234 letter out? - Yes. According to the regulation ...

- Dated when? - The 14th of last month,

- What is happening now? - We have only four days.

- That can not be! - No? We arrange for it in four days.

- We only have got four days. - We will send someone to the village...

and persuade them to sign - completely voluntaryly, obviously.

- What's with Thomsen? - He's in Jutland.

- Antonsen then? - Busy with västbunan.

- Mortensen then? - He is studying in Japan.

- Don't we have anyone to send? - Why are you on your knees like that?

Get up, man! I'm not your Lord either.

- Who, I? - Ludvigsen lacks experience.

He can probably force the villagers to sign.

Do you remember that Syvhuse is located in the minister's own constituency?

Is it? Yes, it actually is!

Ludvigsen... You shall get them to sign, but do so diplomatically.

And most important of all - no scandals or newspaper headlines.

I will give my very best, Mr. Minister.

You will be our man in the country.

I come from the Ministry of Transport.

You are responsible for the cement trucks, which want to destroy our village?

- No, I just want to... - You are disturbing my lesson.

I didn't intend to. I just want to talk to the city council.

You want to talk to the city council? Turn right and follow the road for 5km. Farewell.

Farewell. Thank you.

See you... Excuse me.

That's good, Anna. Talk to the others of the municipal government at the meating.

- I'll just send Anton, Line. - I'm going to turn the sign. Anything else?

Tell Simon to block the road with livestock.

- Hurry up, Anton. They are on their way. - Yes, yes, I'm going.

They'll need completely new roads here.

I will not drive through this pit of mud.

She said to the right. But according to the map it should be to the left.

Hey, Mister! Can I ask you something? Move these things somewhere else!

- Are you in a hurry? - Yes, we come from the Ministry of Transport.

Yes, I see. Then I'll make sure to disperse the traffic.

Cows, pig dung, you big peasant!

Go on.

- Hello, we're from the Ministry of Transport. - Yes, I know.

- How do you know that? - How can I know?

- You said it yourself? I'm not senile. - No, of course not.

- Do you know where Bosserupgården is? - Yes, I do. Can't you find it, or what?

Yes, we want to talk with Mr. Bosserup. He lives there, right?

Yes, he has been living there ever since the old king's time.

And before him his father lived there and before him his father.

Yes, he lives there indeed.

- Is it far from here? - No, it's just straight up and down.

- Straight up and down? - That's right here.

Thanks.

- So, did you get here? - There is always a way, if there's a will.

I am Ludvigsen, from the Ministry of Transport.

Bosserup,

Bosserupgården. Emma is not home?

Can we take a look on your land with book number 17 A?

Yes, that is the field behind the garden.

- Do you want to see it? - Yes. Or do you want to see the papers first?

Ne, ne, ne. It's this way.

- Na, you take care of the chickens on this farm? - No, no. I'm a journalist.

I write for Bövlings weekly bulletin.

I have not written anything yet. But always something happens at a farm.

Do you have any pretty girls out here in the country?

Yes, there is. She's called Irmelin.

There is probably not a lot of business, but there will many other buns with the road.

- There will be no road. - No, why not?

- I know nothing about any road! - Surely, you have received a notice, Mr. Bosserup?

My wife's not home, Mr. commissar.

Secretary. I've turned to you in your position of city council.

- I am not the city council. - Who is it then?

Emma. My wife, darn it.

Hurry up a little, can't you? He can't go about without any pants.

Especially not, if the city council is a woman.

The are all women. All of the municipal government are women.

The municipal government.

- Emma Bosserup - city council. - Ludvigsen.

He seems a little frail, huh?

Thanks, Piversen. Now we can manage the on our own.

- It's a gross violation. - Aha, so it was that women who heaved you in the river?

- Yes, but they were many. - An extremely embarrassing story.

Can't you go there again and try again - very discretely - for my sake?

- You mean, incognito? - You go there, but pretend everything is in order.

- Should I be yours ears and eyes? - That was a well-chosen formulation.

Ludvigsen has been set to the task. He is very competent - I hope.

You claim that property rights are being infringed, when what we want is for the best of the general interest.

We from the village have an interest as well, We do not our environment destroyed!

- The gasoline fumes are poisoneous for our animals -

- Additionally the noise level exceeds 90 decimals.

- Decibel... - It's pure pollution of our nature.

We are against it. You can get the thing of the table, Mr. commisar.

It is arranged nicely - the women decide everything anyway.

And most of the problems are solved in bed anyway.

- We don't go into the woods this often. - "Into the woods"?

Yes, we call it "to go into the woods" but it does not take place in the forest.

When we get married, it doesn't take long until there is a byby.

- The familie's survival then? - That's another thing.

It's good from a theologic point of view; but now we talk about the practical.

We don't want a road, so we can as well stop this meeting.

I still have the right, to talk to each one of you individually.

Come on girls, we go. It might be time for him to change his diapers.

Yes, I heard that all of them are women. So much the better, you are young and unmarried.

You take them one by one. Seperate them from each other.

Whenever you have the bigger signature half the battle is won.

Mr. Minister, I have no experience in handling such things.

How do men defeat women best? Think of a sword from a scabbard -

- Or rather, a sword into a slit.

You know that bureau chief Dupont retires to his pension in september?

I say no more - but the post has to be appointed to a young man.

- But I have no pants on me. - You do not have any pants?

- That's a convenient coincidence. - The shoes are ruined.

You need to get those signatures. The Prime Minister is worried.

Get the women on their backs! It's an order!

The matter will be settled on the bedside!

That won't work.

- They highlight your front partie. - Take off your pants.

Take it easy, there are probably some in the country store right here.

- Innkeeper! ... Mr. Iversen? - Yes, I'm here.

- At your service. - Two schnaps and a pair of pants.

Schnaps: a double. The pants suitable for a bureau chief.

A bureau chief...

- Driver, have you been eavesdropping? - Not a lot.

I had to take the handset from the innkeeper. We are supposed to be unobtrusive.

Yes. Do you really think that the Minister felt that I should ...?

Oh man, it's only right. Think of Cleopatra.

I have read about her: She was with everyone and everything that attacked her country.

It's very common in politics.

Börje, you slouch. Come and look.

That's the kind of pants I ordered for you at Piversen.

Do you believe me now that they are modern, when such a man is wearing them?

Well, we have some women, that wear red stockings, rule here in Syvhuse.

A sort of unenlightened absolutism, it started many years ago.

Since the election day coincided with the annual fowling in Bövlinge.

While we were gone they voted spinsters into our municipal government.

Mr. Ludvigsen!

- I have a telegram for you. - Are you a postman as well?

Where did it go now?

Whatever. It read: "New Pants on the way - Stop."

But you already have some very nice ones?

A cow has certainly slipped loose.

That's not a cow, it's a bull! Run, it's dangerous!

What are you doing?

- What in the whole world are you doing? - It was the bull!

The bull...

Leave this to me, women are my hobby. I can organize a small committee.

- You can? - I can organize a little meeting with Irmelin for two.

- She rules over the inn's murk. - I do not do it for pleasure's sake.

To put up with a whole municipal council might be too much to ask of one man?

What a beautiful place, huh?

- And what a view... - You might well call it ordinary.

Nature is something, a man has to lose himself in.

What somersaults you can do? Beat you up?

What do you think Ludvigsen Gives you for breaking the arm of his poor chauffeur?

Ludvigsen is a finer man than you. Chivalrous and so.

Chivalrous or prurient, it is the same thing.

Ludvigsen is full of wonders. How do you suppose he would have gotten to his post in his young years otherwise?

- He knows all about going in the woods. - Is that true?

That nice fellow ...

- Motel? - Hotel located at a motorway.

- With your food you'll become a top motel. - It has a lot of disadvantages however.

But you've got your Irmelin.

Yes, I have my Irmelin.

- If we sign, he becomes chief of the bureau. - There is a nice man.

No, a bawdy man.

We should chase and get rid of him!

No, girls. That's not possible. That time is over.

- But we do not give up, do we? - No, but we must get rid of him, ...

- fry him in his own fat, - If he really is such a buck...

... we can let him abuse one of us and then accuse him of rape.

It would be wonderful!

The he must go to prison and can think about that road.

- Perhaps we can lure him to it? - Where to, Emma?

- To it. - No, but Emma?

The thing with the motel is - if only Irmelin would consent to it.

I've actually been thinking about it. To open a motel with thousands of corridors.

Then I would of course apply for full rights.

- There aren't any substantial allowances? - Allowances?

If there was any substantial amount of money, there is room on this table right here.

- We take money whenever we can. - I'm pleased to hear that.

Is that why I'm here?

Would it not be the best that I offer myself, if one of us has to do it?

No, we can't have that. What if something happens?

- You are our spokespersion. - The honorable position that comes with the years.

- I would gladly volunteer. - No, you can't possibly be the one.

Let fate rule. Prepare for the egg-dance.

Dance, dance, dance - egg

up the pole, down the wall

only the one left dancing goes

after all others stay.

- There I am. - Fate has appointed you, Baldrian.

What do you think the pastor will say?

It is the pastor who will find you.

- What should I do, Emma? - You'll just lure him to it.

We others will arange it so that the pastor will find you.

And you scream like a stuck pig.

Yes, but do you mean it for real? Go into the woods?

- Lord Jesus, no! - No, don't let it get that far.

- It just has look like rape. - I think that's quite cruel.

- Do you sympathize with him? - We can't go all the way.

We don't have to. We'll give him to the police.

We push him just a little bit untill he gets cold feet.

- Could we get some credit? - You know where you can get money from.

A lot of money.

Does secretary Ludvigsen live here?

- Yes, that's me. - Vejmand, surveyer, from the Minister.

I am just sit at tea with a few of the landowners.

Yes, I see. I won't disturb you any further.

Carefull, it's antique!

- The Minister asked me to give this to you right away. - It's my pants, thanks.

It's the pastor's housekeeper. Miss Baldrian.

- Miss Baldrian? - A landowner maybe?

- You also want a room? - A single room with tv and a washbasin.

Pastor Felix would love to talk to you - so if you want to grab a cup of tea with us...

- In all simplicity - we look forward to seeing you, Mr Ludvigsen. Farewell.

I did not think you landowners wanted to fraternize with that man.

Who says we are doing so? And the pastor is supposed to be gone...

Gone? Where should I go?

If the pastor is gone just then. I can always talk to him.

- You, Lars? - Yes.

The pastor is coming by tonight.

- Why that? Is he collecting for something? - He is not looking for your money.

I didn't sign for the road.

He just wants to talk to you. Obviously he won't come if you don't feel up to it.

Today I'm not too bad. I just have a little pain in the knee,

I have medicine with me, Lars. Should I bring up the bottle?

Thank you, Anna, you are a true Christian. Though a rascal you've always been, too.

I think you womenfolk are up to something, but let the pastor come.

The pastor is decent.

He will faithfully come, every time I look death in his face.

We have also the paintings in church, those surely you haven't seen?

They interest him not that much. They are not particularly appealing.

- They are over the whole room. - It sounds interesting.

That's for me. I will take it.

We will start pumping the pastor's bicycle and see that he comes home soon.

We stick around. Have fun.

Thank you, Anna. I will do so, goodbye.

Mrs. Mathiesen just called from Mr. Lars. It's bad with him again.

- It tends to be a false alarm. - No, this time it's serious!

You must excuse me, Mr Ludvigsen, Duty calls.

- I can drive you. - No, you stay, Mr. Ludvigsen.

I'll be right back. Miss Baldrian will entertain you in the meantime.

Well, thanks, but I are following you out. My chauffeur will drive you happily.

- Was it the road man? - It was his car, but pastor Stone sat in it.

Something strange is happening here in Syvhuse.

- It'S a good photo, huh? - Yes, but "Kartoffel (potatoes)" Is misspelled.

If the newspaper is hapy with this, do'nt you think Irmelin will be happy?

Yes, she sure will be.

One more blessing for you; but this is really not the first time I say it to you.

But so far nothing has happened.

It's true, but it gets more likeyl every time.

Should we not send for the doctor anyway?

No, Anna Mathiesen know her stuff. She knows exactly what I'll need.

- I'll get a spoon. - No, I drink straight from the bottle.

I have done that at all times.

- Are you sure it was them? - Yes, I'm positive.

But why does she drag him into the church?

She's called Birgitte Lungpatt. She's local actually.

Judging by the anatomy, it seems a senior lady.

According to a story she lives in a holy tree outside the village.

- Is that why the picture was covered? - No, the pastor does'nt like it.

- Do you like it? - It's very interesting.

Should we check what they are doing?

She won't seduce him in the church? That's against our agreement.

This thing is always off. I think it is so now.

No, not right here. I think I sprained my foot.

- He's carrying her. - Yes, to the rectory.

Come, we'll see how the priest is doing.

- Maybe we should read a little bit? - I can read myself.

I can not find the story from last christmas. The rocks sunk St. Stephen,

- It's a beautiful piece. - Yeah yeah. As Lars wants,

There is a little better light right here.

Quiet, Bella. He's no burglar.

- Can you see something? - I do'nt think you have sprained it.

Oh, thank god.

You have warm hands. It feels good.

- I must change my socks. - I can go back there and wait.

- No, stay here. Are you shy? - No, not at all.

You can stand here, with your back to me.

- Come in, Pastor. - Thanks.

Blessed evening.

- We must hurry back. - Only Baldrian can lure him away.

- Pastor Stone is coming, what are we going to do? - We're going to scream!

Miss Baldrian?

Look.

- I thought I heard a scream. - I had nightmares.

- What about the Old Lars? - As usual, he just wanted to talk a little.

He is a very amiable person, Ludvigsen I mean.

- Good night. - Thank you, the same to you.

- He is going home ... - We have been cheated, Anna.

The Baldrian.

Fortunately the pen survived. What a crazy woman.

- Dropped for you the last sheet? - Pastor Stone was coming up the stairs.

You could have said something so I would have drove of to Hell with the pastor.

- Or at least a small detour... - No, tomorrow the pen will be used.

If I have to force them to it! Wake me early.

I want sleep alone! The here is a single room.

- Can you put your shoes on the hallway? - Yes, they don't steal in the country.

Imagine with a road the incredible amounts of gasoline.

We become stone rich. The matter is finished.

- Where will the gas station be built? - Where Anna has her rhubarb.

- Is this where the rhubard is? - Yes, near the door.

- Does Anna know about it? - No, that's why you are with us.

- Otherwise the womanfolk will stop it all. - I don't have anything to say.

Can't you talk to her a little? You're married to her.

People are against the development. No, it's not the right time.

Emma, ​​the inspector is on the phone!

- What does he want? - Squeeze him for some money, huh?

It's not about money. It's about politics,

- Let me handle this. Take it right here. - You squeeze him well.

I would like to meet you and you could come here.

- To the inn? - Yes, I have all my papers right here.

What about me? Shall I just drop everything whenever you call?

We can meet somewhere else. I have a car.

There's no need for a car. We will be hiking.

We can go along the route where you to build the road.

- Then we meet at the road? - Yes, let's do so.

- Martinus, come here. - I'm coming, I'm coming.

If he attempts to force me to sign the contract...

- I will scream and you will come back and stop him.

- Can you repeat the route, Simon? - Yes, from the dam to the dairy gate,...

from the the edge of the forest, to the tree and away to creek.

But he must not see you before I scream,

Rely on us, Emma. You scream and we rush forward.

- Men have been good soldiers. - Then everything is clear.

I'm free for the rest of the morning. Ludvigsen went hiking.

- I can give you a ride. - In the car?

And you can show me all the beautiful places here... Those you told me about.

Isn't it too risky?

What if he gives up on you? You know what they say about him.

I'll tell him that with Baldrian it was an embarressing misunderstanding.

- Have you said something men? - No, only what they need to know.

They have no clue that they will witness an attempted rape.

To the tractor!

- Now they're on their way. - Good. Then we hide.

- What the hell are you doing? - Camouflage, I look like a tree.

You look more like a twig.

It's beautiful here. I must acknowledge that.

It was fun too, heh? You like this outlook on beautiful things?

So this is where the road shall go, in land book numbers 21,...

that is, as I understand, Simon Pedersen's property.

It's so hot today. Don't you want to rest a little?

Come and sit and enjoy the nature.

- What are they doing? - Are they mating?

It's politics, Anton. Not a courtship round!

Do not you think a love route fits here better than a road?

- I have nothing against nature. - Do not love it either, perhaps?

- What are you doing? - There's an ant?

Ants? Oh, no! We sit in the middle of an anthill!

What now? Emma's flopping around.

She jumps as if she had ants in her panties. Now we proceed!

- Have you seen something interesting? - No, nothing of interest to you.

You should g? three laps around the tree every Thursday, ...

- after the new moon. - It a tradition?

People leave their clothes, so that their desires be fulfilled.

- The rag is brand new. - Don't touch it, that's bad luck!

- Do you believe that? - No, but it will certainly help anyway.

- There's a pair of ... - Yes, those are panties.

One can imagine what's happened here.

- Can you do that? - Well, can't you?

- She said towards the tree. - No, now shut up, Anton!

- It stands where it always stood. It's that way. - Whatever. We have lost contact to them.

Can you imagine him, forcing her to sign?

- Then we might get our gas station. - Don't you know Emma?

Now, let's go on, Anton! Let's go on, Anton!

So we just have Anna left.

- Why aren't you driving? - You promised to show me beautiful places.

- Are you excited, huh? - Yes, thank you.

- What do you want with me? - I've never slept with a postman.

- This is our stream. - It will go under the road.

- It can be beautiful. - Now we can't go any further.

I did not think you would stop this easily.

- But how will we get across? - Who's first?

Forward!

- Ow, my leg! - Help is on the way!

- Who asked you to come here? - Did you sign already?

How that? There's quite a lot of water between us!

We did just like you said.

- Is it the bull again? - No, it's just me.

- Ah, you skared me. - Forgive me for interrupting.

I didn't thank you for earlier. You just wanted to save our lives.

- It was nothing. - Tell me if we can do something for you.

There is actually one thing ... I like to show you something.

The carriageway becomes rough and collisions are virtually impossible.

It's an aesthetic pleasure to see the beautiful curves.

- Don't you agree that it's beautiful? - Yes, it's neat.

For me it is not as beautiful as nature. How about you?

Why else would I work with it?

To become a chief of bureau, maybe?

But why not make a elegent curve around Syvhuse?

- What is that noise, driver? - I believe that gasoline's at an end.

How can you make such a simple mistake? It's your responsibility to ...

There must be something wrong with the fuel gauge.

I'll go and get 5 liters. It might take an hour or so.

- Why did we stop in the middle of the woods? - It's dangerous to stand on the road.

We might as well use the situation to enjoy the weather and nature.

- Why did you show me the road construction? - You probably think that I want to persuade you.

You, as the heartof the municipal government.

That I am not. I was not behing what happened yesterday.

- I was against it. - Was it a conspiracy?

- What was the point? - The idea was that you would...

You...

I would have gone away one way or another?

We would come in on you and Baldrian and force you out of the village.

What luck, I jumped out of the window.

The water is really warm.

- Should we jump in? - Gladly, but...

Hey, should I give you a lift to the next gas station?

Can't I take a little walk without being molested?

Was the pastor supposed to find us? It was a pity you did not succeed.

- I told you I was not there. - So only the others and Miss Baldrian?

- Maybe she was not attractive enough? - You're very beautiful, Line.

- Martin ... - Yes?

- Considering the road... - Forget the road!

So the excuse with no gasoline was just a trick!

- I didn't know nothing about that. - So I fell for the old trick.

It was no trick. You heard what the driver said.

- How can men be so cynical? - It's not true.

I hate you!

I assure you, wait for me, I am innocent!

- Why is she driving away with my car? - There was no gasoline?

I was just trying to help you.

I left you alone in the woods with a girl, what more can you want?

Don't interfere with things, you don't understand.

- Would you drive us to Syvhuse? - Syvhuse?

We are caught in a tricky situation. The gasoline ran out.

I hope you break your bones, the both of you.

- You must help us! - They are nut very helpful in this neighborhood.

- Line, have you arranged it? - Arranged what?

- With the commissary. Do you have witnesses? - I don't know of any such stuff.

- I will have to arrange it myself. - Completely naked, Minister.

- It'sas sure as I stand here. - And I'm the prime minister.

Go and measure again. That strikes fear into hillbillies.

In those down there, anyway...

Baldrian's out.

Ready for egg-dance!

It's unfair that you get to try again, you already had an attempt.

- He called me, this is different. - This is fate...

... Even though it is strange that you were lucky.

Unlucky you mean? But I will tell you...

I'm not the one who bails out, when fate appoints me.

I will do it properly and I will do it in Bosserups alcove.

- Ludvigsen. - Yes?

Today you are not armed?

I fear for the health of my wife, Emma, the municipal spokesperson.

She says she wants to negotiate with us at three o clock at our house.

- Oh, do you want to sign? - I do'ot think so.

- What does she want to negotiate then? - Don't ask, my mouth is sealed.

- I still know nothing. - You can get in the car if you like.

No, I will not go there.

Emma said that my presence would not be necessary.

- You have a wise wife, Mr Bosserup. - Yes, I think she so myself.

No, I will wait for the pastor.

He will come at half past three, regarding a collection for a new organ.

What are you doing? You can't an official in performing his tasks.

Oh, it's you.

It would be very nice of you, could you move my levelling rule back.

Yes, a little more to the left. Left, it's the other side.

Yes, a little more and then to the right.

A little more. Thank you, Miss.

- Are you ready for departure, driver? - Yes!

- Did you fill up the gasoline? - Yes!

So here the road goes, precisely after your calculations?

Straight through the school... Interesting.

It's very stupid but it was not my decision.

- Not? - It's a political decision,

The decision was made and so roll millions.

That's interesting! Tell me if I can do something for you.

That's very, very kind of you.

- Do you remember everything? - I will stall the pastor.

And you know where Gummel Lars lives? I rely on you.

- This is from the old farm? - Yes, from the maternal side.

The long table is from that time, as well as the oven and the alcove.

- So beautiful... is it used often? - Of course.

I sleep here every night.

My husband sleeps in the house.

Mostly...

There are very interesting carvings on the crossbar.

- If you want to see them... - Yes thank you.

- I can't see any. - You have to crawl in if you want to see them.

- Should I take off my shoes? - That would be nice of you.

This is a so-called woodcarving.

My mother's father carved into them every every time he was in the woods with his wife.

- In the woods? - Yes, you know...

It does not need to be in the forest. That can be done even right here in the alcove.

- There are round marks as well. - They are for the maids.

- There are so many. - Yeah, men are pigs.

It certainly looks interesting, Mrs. Bosserup.

So good that you came, old Lars is on his deathbed.

Now, not again. It's probably nothing dangerous.

Well, then go, I tried everything I could.

I wanted to talk to the wife Bosserup concerning the collection for the new organ.

She said to say hello and I should give you this. This way we save time.

- Thrift is a virtue. - Yeah, that's right. Please take a seat.

- O, Commissary. - Secretary.

Secretary.

I call that a tour into the woods. I can't believe that it's been so long.

That can't be! As beautiful as you are...

- It would be better if you signed. - No, I'm waiting for the pastor.

- Is the pastor not going to sign? - No, we must negotiate.

- In that case it must be soon. - Yes.

- But he is digging after all? - It does not look better, pastor.

It's probably his own grave...

- I do not think I dare. - Yes, but can I?

- It has spoken, Berthe. - Not even Emma succeeded after all.

The pastor didn't come. I got beat by him the 1st time.

- Did you sign, Emma? - No, but the pastor never came.

- What if someone has warned him... - I've talked to the surveyor.

He says it's foolish, that the road should go through Syvhuse.

If we can get it on record, we can go directly to the minister.

Would it be a female minister...

- We can threaten with going to the newspapers. - I say we follow the plan. Who else?

Here is Syvhuse, see the school in it's center?

- But it is supposed to be demolished. - Yes, levelled with the ground.

- You're an idiot. - What, who?

A technical idiot, I mean. You're engaged with your job.

Now we will not be husband and wife. You can not marry your job.

- Do you really mean what you just said? - Absolutely.

So this road could go around Surhyve?

Road? Yeah, the road!

If we instead put the road to the west of Syrhuse -

- it becomes longer, technically speaking 132.65 meters.

But in going around we save a lot of money at other points.

- Should not the Minister know about this? - The Minister?

That it becomes cheaper If we go around the village.

If he now changes the plan, everybody will think the Minister is incompetent.

- You got no signatures? - No, but there is no one who knows.

None of the women in the municipal government.

If we spread the rumor that someone has signed, they will suspect each other.

A deception! How do you get these ideas?

I'll tell it to Irmelin, so it will come out with the mail.

And up on the facade a bright sign... "I - ver - sen"

In neon, Yes, it will be the all-time affair.

- You could almost be my father. - Yes, our women do'nt want to!

Ludvigsen actually got his first signature.

By whom, Emma?

It is a state secret. Forget I just told you.

Unthinkable if had told this to someone who gossips...

- He has got a signature. - It must be Baldrian or you.

- You've associated with him. - I know my duty as the elected leader.

Who knows if it is true, after all? She gossips about as much as possible.

I'm just telling you what I heard.

- She said the church path? - Yes, at eleven o'clock.

It must not go wrong. I must have a signature.

It must not go wrong. I must have a signature.

Here will be fine. The pastor will need 5-6 minutes himself,

- so you will have an hour for yourselfs. - What if he does not want?

Take a bottle of my elixir. Then he gets the urge all by himself.

- Only I'm not so prepared. - We rely on you, Berthe.

So I was wondering whether you would want to talk to me.

- I am always ready for negotiations. - I always get confused in meetings...

so I wanted to hear it for myself, before I give you my signature.

I thought we could sit down here and negotiate.

- Here, please sit. - That's very considerate of you.

And here's a little drink. It's Anna's elixir, it's good for the stomach.

You say "swish" when you drink it and you drink it directly from the bottle.

Swish.

Swish!

Book number 17 ... No, land Book number ...

It's pretty strong, that swish. Where do I have the numbers now?

- Do you know that the road is soaking wet? - I have my galoshes on.

- I always take the church path home. - Apart when it rains, of course?

- Does it rain? - Yes, further down the path.

Can I participate in the organ collection even though I do not live in this village?

Yes of course. All gifts are welcome.

- I thought I had money ... - Good Intentions are most important.

- Will you accept a check? - That would delight us.

It's ok? The, let me see right here...

It's jinxed! I have forgotten my checkbook at the inn.

But the pastor can perhaps lend me a dollar, just until tomorrow?

- Sure, why not. - Thanks.

Thanks so much, pastor.

Here you go, pastor.

The organ in the inside pocket. Separate from the private funds.

- Has Emma really signed? - You won't regret it if you do so.

If you promise... It's a shame that you should have so much trouble.

It's no trouble at all.

How big it is.

- Should we have a toast? - We should rather not show the pastor.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Is something the matter, Berthe? - No, it was just... an ant.

We might as well give up. He already has a signature.

- Two. - What, did you?

Yes, but he promised to keep it secret.

- You have destroyed everything. - You should say so, Emma...

He can be as good as on his way.

No, not if I should steal the signatures!

It's a lady on the phone for you.

It is Anna.

We can't loose it now, Martin.

- Do you want to negotiate? - Yes!

"Save Millions on a road by building it around Syrhuse."

- Is there another typo? - You have spelled "million" right.

- Are we going to the Minister? - Yes, we'll meet at the bus.

Do you think Irmelin becomes angry when she finds out we have done something behind her back?

A journalist must write the truth, regardless of personal interests.

Yes, now it becomes clear. In any case, life is short!

It sounds very interesting, but a road must go straight.

The shortest distance between two points is a line.

I know a lot that certainly may interest the Minister.

Do you really think the magazine would publish this scandal article?

Phone for journalist Edvard Jensen.

Hallo, that's me!

Hello, Edward. Do you have an articel about a road through Syrhuse?

- And the other about a potatoe similar to a calf with two heads?

The transport Minister would like to tell you, which article you should give to the editor.

The potatoes!

We should call home Ludvigsen for consultation.

Ludvigsen, the fool! I will personally fire him!

He really does his best, down there.

- Why aren't you going? - We should not have gone fowling.

Gasoline Station, we can only dream about it now.

It could be that there's a plan...

It's up here.

I want to talk to you concerning the inn's land.

- I'll prepare the papers. - No, no papers. I want to be persuaded first.

- Move on, I want to investigate. - Don't do it, for your own sake.

No, I'm doing it for Irmelin's sake.

- You eavesdrops at doors? - Yes, I won't spy through the keyhole.

There comes a day in every father's life when his children have become adults.

- Is that Irmelin? - The time goes by so fast.

Well, sure that is Irmelin!

She will dull her horns at him.

Shame on you. Spying on his own daughter.

It's pure joy for a fahter, when his offspring get's so well.

Go now, I will guard outside.

Good night. You must get some sleep as well. The two of us will have to pay for his popping.

I will get the signatures. They are at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Whoever bends a hair of mine, bends a hair of the government.

Gentlemen, we can talk about everything.

- We demand equality. - Yes, the women decide everything.

We will sign. One for everybody, and everybody for one.

- Do you want to sign? - Yes, right now.

Sure as hell will we write. What is he going to do without any signature?

- The Minister promised to think about the matter. - No, we finished this matter.

Now we go home and talk with our men. Off you go, girls!

- We had imageined something else. - Both of you must sign.

- But they do'nt want! - Go home and talk to your wives.

Use the methods appropriate for women.

Anna must sign, if she's lying on back back!

- It's going to be a hot day in Syvhuse ... - Now it's full speed.

- Anton, the phone is ringing. - Yes, it rings and rings...

But Anton I is on the professial register.

Hallo? Hallo?

I just wanted to say goodbye. I will leave today.

- Congratulate, Mr bureau chief. - I am terribly sorry.

I thought you were happy to get the road right through the school.

I understand your point of view, but I can't do anything about it.

Why? You simply have to say to the Minister: "I do not want!"

"I do not want a road to go straight through a peaceful society."

- He's my boss. - Yes, but not mine.

Besides ombudsman, you are still an ordinary citizen, aren't you?

- Yes, I am. These are for you. - Thanks.

That time the gasoline ran out

I knew nothing, It was fooled by the driver.

- They're also from him. - MacGrahams pride.

- Do you know them? - I have those in my garden.

- Had... - I asked my driver to get them.

- Want to see it again? - What?

- Are you ready for the first part? - Yes, the first part...

But Björn... Should I not finish milking first?

- Can you not sign now? - Well, now that you mention it, Martinus...

Unrest. We arrived at exactly the right moment.

Those are protesters. It can be dangerous without the police.

It only requires diplomacy and statesmanship!

Stand still now and smile.

Here we are, good day.

- Are you hurt? - No, it's only a small flaw.

Ladies and gentlemen, dear voters in Syvhuse...

It gives me great pleasure to notify you that we have solved the problem.

In response to innumerous complaints, I have managed to change the project,

- so that the road runs to the west of Syvhuse.

West would be in that direction.

Thus it runs east of the preserved woods

- And nobody has to be expropriated.

- For the same price per square meter. - Is it cheaper for the state?

- Shut up, Anton. - We have already signed.

- They have signed? - Yes, in accordance with paragraph 12.

- You may have to pay some compensation. - Price per square meter is appropriate.

Kärrmossen is farmland, so it will be a different tariff.

Oh, we don't negotiate here. We stick to the price Emma...

- how we agreed with Ludvigsen. - You are a nitpicker.

That you can say about yourself.

I negotiated for it night and day for four days -

- allthough I was not quite sure regarding the justification.

- This will not do, Ludvigsen! - I do'nt care!

- Quiet, Secretary Ludvigsen! - Yes, quiet, Secretary Ludvigsen.

I know that you are not the brightest, Stay out of this.

He brought down the governmetn.

Help him. He is our man.

Back to the chopper!

That I call democracy.

- Stop, stop? Stop right now! - We must negotiate.

What have they done to you?

I will call the military and they will take over the whole village.

Out with the damn Copenhageners.

Martin, wake up. Say something.

Yes, we have to negotiate. Lie still, I'll call the doctor.

No, stay with me.

Death to federalism.

Hear what I say. I want to talk with the people.

You are hurt Martin, you are bleeding.

It's ink. The pen of the ministry.

Never mind that. Now how do you finish the negotiations?

Yes.

In the future I only want to be with you.

But listen, Syvhusen's citizens, listen...

Listen faithful voters, your minister will do as you like.

- The road shall run outside Syrhuse. - That's my proposal.

What about the price? Are our signatures valid or not?

My ministry's signature is always valid.

- Even after the election. - Long live the minister!