All language subtitles for Badehotellet S07E02.3.en

May I join you, ladies?

That part is just what I need.
I'll call at once.

— I'd like to speak to Jan Larsen.
— We had to fire him.

— If I'd known you were friends
— You want to know how far we've gone.

Keep those fish off my seats.

A permit to drive, Mr. Madsen.
Your daughter doesn't have one.

The Germans need Aalborg airport.
A Danish firm is building it for them.

— A Danish firm should be above that.
— Where did you get them? Here.

It's a soldier's service book. When they
realize it's missing, they'll turn up.

Rubbish.

Arms out, arms in.
Arms out, arms in.

Situation report:
No Germans on the beach, ladies.

What did he mean?
Have Germans been on the beach?

No, he was kidding.

One, two and halt.
Get dressed.

Hjalmar got a letter
from his cousin in Norway.

I had no idea
you had a cousin in Norway.

Aurland is a Norwegian town.

— Our family originates from there.
— I had no idea.

Hjalmar and I visited it. It's in
Western Norway and is very beautiful.

Well, I never.
I should

He says that the Germans
are turning Norway into a Nazi country.

It's rumored that
to keep one's job in the civil service —

— one has to be a Nazi party member.

We think that it can also
happen in Denmark.

After the many German victories,
Europe can become an axis of evil.

Why would you want to live anymore?

Why? Why?

Why did he have to come?
He doesn't want a vacation!

Unfortunately, there's a war,
and it troubles him.

I noticed!

Not everyone can tuck things away
in a drawer.

What do you mean?

What do we do about this?
The service book that Leander stole.

I can't stand having it here.
I can't sleep at night.

I constantly worry
that they'll come for it.

— Then they would've come by now.
— I don't want it here.

Alright! I'll take it.
I'll get rid of it.

— What if someone finds it?
— I'll burn it, Helene. I'll burn it.

There now. Don't you worry.
Everything is fine.

I'll go and get the boys dressed.

— Did Flügelhorn call?
— No. You'll have to call him.

That's out of the question.
He can do whatever he wants.

I've never begged for a part
in my life.

Mr. Ramsing?

I feel like seeing the local sights.
Would you like to join me?

It's kind of you, but
Mrs. Madsen and I are going swimming.

After lunch perhaps? The dunes
at Råbjerg Mile are said to be fine.

It's too far to walk.
And I don't have a bicycle.

Mrs. Berggren does.
Four two—wheelers are in the courtyard.

I took the liberty
of renting one for you.

It sounds nice, but my daughter
and I might have plans today.

She can come along.
There are enough bicycles.

I'll go and reserve another one.

Mom is such a pain.
She wants to pretend we get along.

I forgot to tell you that the man
we met on the train is staying here.

— He keeps hovering around Mom.
— Is she interested?

— I don't know.
— What does he do?

Are you afraid
that he's after her money?

Leslie,
go and tell Jan Larsen —

— that I didn't know he'd be fired.

He was let go with several others.

— Go and see him.
— I can't go to his home!

— Why would he think you're involved?
— Because Mom knows I'm seeing him.

— But you're not dating, are you?
— Of course not. Forget it.

Shall I come and keep you company?
In case you're bored?

— Only because you heard Nana is here.
— She's married.

— She doesn't wear a ring.
— Doesn't she?

I've got to go.
Bye—bye.

Mr. Ramsing booked another bicycle
for Miss Frigh. In case she wants to go.

— The bikes are a hit, Mrs. Berggren.
— There's one left for your father.

— Since his car is gone.
— I'll never get my father on a bike.

That's what I thought about Mrs. Frigh.

Not when Mr. Ramsing invites her.
He's very persistent.

Am I the only one who noticed?
And she likes it.

— You always think women want men.
— Some of us do quite well without.

Listen, girls.

— Tonight's dish is ragouta Ia Turque.
— Not French, Philip.

We must. Otherwise the guests will
find out it's yesterday's roast.

Welcome, Mr. Molin.
I didn't hear Driver Larsen.

No, he stalled just down the road.
It's due to the additive in the gas.

— He'll drive home in fits and starts.
— You'll be in Room 1 as usual.

— I'll show you to your room.
— No need. I know the way.

Mr. Molin. You're eagerly awaited.
He's upstairs.

I thought he was out
since his car isn't here.

— Did I say something wrong?
— No, it's just a sensitive subject.

Georg's permit to drive was revoked.

No! Merchant Madsen without a car?
It's sacrilegious.

That's how he sees it as well.
Just don't mention it.

— Did you hear about my car?
— Yes, from your wife. What a shame.

I put my lawyer on it,
but he can't do anything.

It's typical of the Social Democrats.
Everyone must show solidarity.

Heaven forbid!
Do you have good news?

I think so.

But first, the German authorities
send their regrets.

Unfortunately, they're not able
to reimburse your investment.

— No, they mentioned that.
— But they have another offer.

— Aalborg Airport.
— Wright, Thomsen & Kjær have that.

They need help.
The German planes are stuck in the mud.

They want three new runways,
36 hangars —

— and 60 bunkers as well
as trenches and railway tracks —

— to transport men and goods to Norway
quickly. This will make you money —

— and far more than you lost
in Germany.

But building for the Germans
here in Denmark I don't know.

— I understand your reservations.
— It's mostly because of Therese.

It'd be hard to hide it from her.

And how would we look if we help
the Germans wage war on Norway?

Yes. Wright, Thomsen & Kjær must
have had the same things to consider.

Especially Thomsen, who's the VP
of the Confederation of Employers.

Shouldn't I call him
and have a word?

— It couldn't hurt.
— Then that's what I'll do.

— How is the water?
— Wonderful as always.

— But a bit cold.
— It's early.

— Is your family coming?
— Sadly no.

Mitzi and Wilhelm are in Baden—Baden.
And mother has a new husband.

— How nice that she's found love.
— Indeed.

Now I'll go for a swim—swim.

Enjoy yourself.

— Thanks for now.
— You too.

— Have a nice bike trip.
— I'm only going if Bertha will come.

Are you and Molin already done?
Do you know what?

Mr. Ramsing invited Mrs. Frigh
to go biking. It's sweet.

— They might have a lot in common.
— Because he has a factory too?

They could share things.

Tobacco and chemistry aren't alike.

How many times have we driven
by Ramsing's Chemical Works?

— And now he's here. That's funny.
— Hilarious.

How was the meeting?
What did Molin offer you?

We're still talking.
Therese, you're wet.

— Yes, I went swimming.
— Let me go.

— Not until you tell me what he said.
— There's nothing to tell.

Alright.

— Maybe if you take off your suit
— You tell me first.

Alright.

I was offered to build down in Aalborg.
At the airport.

Why do they think
you'd be stupid enough to say yes?

Wright, Thomsen & Kjær
are building there.

Then let them. You are not going to.
Please leave. I have to change.

— Aren't we going to ...?
— No. I'm not in the mood.

Women!

— I'll stay here. You go ahead.
— Only if you're coming.

I can take care of myself.

Are you still angry about the young man?
Your beau?

I keep telling you he's not my beau.
We've just talked a few times.

— Ladies?
— Bertha wants to stay.

— My mother will go.
— I'll stay too.

— No. Go.
— It's two against one.

I haven't biked since I was young.

So not since yesterday?
Let's go now.

I'll order a picnic basket.
I take that as a yes.

— I can stay.
— Yes, but you're not going to.

— Otilia wants new napkins every day.
— Let's try it.

It will make more laundry.
They usually use them for several days.

But the used ones have been misplaced —

— so Mrs. Fjeldso got Mr. Madsen's.
I'm sure you remember.

It happened once eight years ago.

You make it sound like it's my fault.

That's not what I'm saying.
I think we were all at fault.

— A guest, Amanda.
— May I have a rissole?

Help yourself.

— Folmer Gregersen?
— Hello, Mrs. Berggren.

Pardon me for talking
with my mouth full. It's good.

— What can we do for you?
— Oh right.

We were contacted
by the German garrison in the Skaw.

A soldier's service book is missing.
It might have been lost on the beach.

— Did any of your guests find it?
— No, I don't think so.

We'd have heard about it.
Don't you think so, girls?

Yes.

— Does anyone have children? Boys?
— Mr. Weyse.

Weyse?

— Edward Weyse?
— Yes.

I heard he was in the area,
but I didn't know he was at your hotel.

Why do you ask about his sons?

Two boys are said to have taken
the clothes of two German soldiers.

Mr. Weyse spoke to them. Perhaps
he or his wife knows something.

— I'll ask them.
— Or I could do it myself.

— Mrs. Weyse is out on the terrace.
— That makes it easy.

Yes, we have it.
The boys found it on the beach.

We didn't know what to do with it.

The important thing is
that it's been found.

— Your sons are very lively.
— Yes. I'll go and get the book.

— What are you doing?
— What do you think?

— You're not burning it!
— Isn't that what you wanted?

— What did you do that for?
— A police officer came to pick it up.

I can't give him this.
I just told him that we have it.

— Why?
— I didn't know you'd

— We agreed to burn it.
— Go and talk to him.

— Who?
— The officer. I'll try to save this.

Mr. Weyse.

It's a great pleasure to meet you.

My wife and I have seen "Sunshine
and girlish hearts" three times.

— And we're going to see it again.
— Most people get it the first time.

You sounded just like
the uncle from America.

It does my heart good to hear it.

This is just the kind of spirit we need
these days. Isn't it, Mrs. Berggren?

I'm here for a reason
as I'm sure your wife told you.

I understand that your youngest
couldn't resist taking a souvenir.

— Boys will be boys.
— That's the truth.

Now the Wehrmacht will get it back,
so all is well.

— Yes. We found it, officer.
— Good.

It must have been out in the rain
before we found it.

Leander just said that he took it.

— Did he really?
— It's been near a fire as well.

Yes. I was going to burn it
when my wife said that you were here.

— You are priceless, Mr. Weyse.
— I wish I could return the compliment.

The question is what to tell
the Germans when I give it back.

— Do you have to give it back?
— Excuse me?

I agree with Mrs. Weyse.
Tell them you didn't find it.

That would be difficult since I have it.
But don't you worry.

I'll think of something.

— What did the officer say?
— I'll tell you later.

— Shall I announce lunch?
— Please do.

— What did he say?
— Mr. Weyse tried to burn the book.

— And Mrs. Weyse put out the fire.
— How do you know?

— She asked the officer.
— It doesn't hurt to ask.

The rissoles are ready.

— Hello.
— Hi.

— Can I buy two beers?
— I think so.

I rode all the way from Copenhagen.
It makes you thirsty.

— I'll get them.
— Can I give you a hand?

— There's no need.
— Of course. In there?

Yes.

— Hello.
— Is this Andersen's Seaside Hotel?

— He would like to buy two beers.
— And talk to one of your guests.

Bertha!

— Jan?
— How are you?

— What are you doing here?
— I was just passing by.

— Come.
— I need my beers first.

Nice girls.
Do they wait on you hand and foot?

— They work here.
— Are they in a union?

— They're glad to be here.
— So that's its own reward.

Otherwise they wouldn't have stayed
for years. Now they'll talk about us.

— You could've written.
— I wanted to surprise you.

— Was I fired because of you and me?
— My mother doesn't know.

Only that we've talked.
It's nobody's business.

It's hard to keep it to myself
when you just turn up.

Well, I'm sorry!
I only biked 500 kilometers to see you.

But I can leave.
Go back to your lunch.

The nice girls have probably
saved you some dessert.

Are you finished eating already?
Who are you calling?

— Flügenhorn.
— You said you wouldn't beg.

I have no choice. I can't stand
hearing more about being an uncle.

I want a proper part.
Yes, miss. I'm still waiting.

— Everyone knows.
— I haven't got it yet.

— The soldier's service book, Edward.
— Busy? Ask him to call me back.

Tell him it's urgent.

Come downstairs with me.
They think the Germans will turn up.

Why would they?

I'd appreciate it
if you told them that.

Helene, I'm waiting
for a telephone call.

Mr. Aurland, did you hear
that the Germans were here?

— No, it's news to me.
— But you've known all along.

— I didn't want to upset you.
— How do you think I feel now?

And Weyse's boys should know better.

I quite agree. I said as much
to Severin and Leander.

The officer said
that was the end of it, didn't he?

He gets on well with the Germans
and will find a good explanation.

— For why your husband burned it.
— I hear how bad things are in Norway.

We should be glad that the Danish police
are taking care of this matter.

— Then glad we are.
— May I clear the table?

I haven't congratulated you
on your marriage last fall.

Yes.

— I've been looking for you.
— I need to freshen up.

— Gregersen is really too much.
— This will get your mind off him.

— It's perfect for afternoon coffee.
— I've put on weight because of you.

Yes.
It suits you.

— It's perfect.
— Thank you.

Philip, how do you think
Edith and Otilia are getting along?

— Those two friends snap at each other.
— They aren't friends.

— They always have been.
— They're always bickering, says Ane.

Perhaps I shouldn't have asked Otilia
for suggestions.

— She's been here the longest.
— They started at the same time.

Edith has been here a year longer.
Otilia was a guest last year.

Terrific.
I've made a right mess of things.

Here you are.
Take a look at this.

"Danish Nazis hold summer rally
at Frijsenholm."

My stepfather arranged it.
As soon as I leave, the Nazis move in.

— Now what?
— They must issue a denial.

In your stepfather's newspaper?

Yes. It's been our ancestral home
for seven generations!

Nazis will not bask in the glory
of Frijsenholm!

Weyse.

Molin?
Yes, he's staying here.

I'm expecting an important call.

One moment.

— It's for you.
— How convenient!

Thank you.

August Molin.
Hello, Mr. Thomsen.

So?

I spoke to Thomsen. It's very
interesting. Especially financially.

The money comes from the National Bank
via the clearing account.

So Denmark pays for the airport?
How interesting.

It's based on the assumption that
we'll take over the airport afterwards.

But the financial aspect
is very favorable.

One can easily charge 20% more
than one normally does.

Did he say that?
Why?

Because of the risk. The British
tried to bomb the airport in April.

— Gosh.
— Unsuccessfully.

But still. It won't be enough
to convince Therese.

I understand.

How will people see us
if we work for the occupying power?

Wright, Thomsen & Kjær
asked themselves the same question.

So they asked the PM and
Christmas Moller from the Conservatives.

And?

Both of them encouraged them
to take the job.

Did they really?
Well, I'll be damned.

— Shall we take a break?
— Can't you keep up?

— I forgot how invigorating biking is.
— So you don't regret coming?

— Do you?
— No.

It's not like a road trip to France.

— Is that what you usually do?
— Yes, to see Le Mans in June.

Cars, speed and beautiful women.
But we have them too.

— I thought pharmacists were bores.
— And one—eyed from using a microscope?

Something like that.

And I didn't think
tobacco manufacturers looked like you.

I was fascinated
when I read about you.

— You managed after your husband died.
— My children helped.

— Do you have children?
— Sadly, no.

That happiness was denied
me and my wife.

— Didn't she want to come?
— We're divorced.

My work was too time consuming.

Not many women are like you —

— and understand
what running a factory entails.

Is that the time?
We'd better head back for dinner.

If you like,
we could go to the inn we passed.

— I didn't bring my purse.
— I wouldn't let you pay.

I'm old fashioned in that regard.

— What do you call this dessert?
— Peach Melba.

I didn't invent it though.
The famous French chef Escoffier did.

Melba is the surname of an opera singer
he made it for in 1893.

My goodness.
You're a mine of information.

I tasted it in Paris.
It makes a big impression.

Poached peaches with vanilla
ice cream and raspberry sauce.

It looks lovely.

Did a young man
looking for work come here?

He asked us, but we don't have any.
He biked all the way from Copenhagen.

Oh him. He's an acquaintance of
Bertha's. But he didn't ask for work.

He wouldn't
if he is an acquaintance of hers.

I don't know how well acquainted
they are. She seemed surprised.

The only work here is
in Aage Svendsen's peat bog.

It's not fit for decent folk.

I think he was going to head north.

Mr. Ramsing just called.
He and Mrs. Frigh are dining out.

Really?

They have no idea
what a fine dessert they're missing.

— Weyse.
— Flügenhorn. Finally we can talk.

Wonderful. I thought more
about your generous offer —

— to be in "Havoc",
and I tried to leave a message.

I had many difficult meetings.

The dear censors were afraid —

— that the film wouldn't be favorably
received by the Germans.

— Why wouldn't it?
— For many reasons.

It's a portrait of everything that
has landed us in the dregs of Nazism.

— Is it?
— I thought you had read the book.

Yes, of course.

Jastrau, the main character, is
supposedly a free thinker, an artist —

— and cultural figure,
but he's just a Philistine —

— and only interested in the problems
of his bourgeois existence.

Because of people like him, Hitler
could establish his reign of terror.

— Isn't that so?
— Indeed.

I'm so glad you want the part.
You're the perfect person —

— to play this decadent
middle—class man, Mr. Weyse.

His interpretation is very political.

I'm very much in doubt.
I don't like doing anything political.

— So you said no.
— I said yes.

He'll bring the contract over soon.
I'll have time to change my mind.

If the censors haven't stopped it,
the political aspect must be intimated.

And it's certainly not an uncle
from America.

Right. Once people see me in
the part, they'll forget about politics.

Jan?

I thought you'd left.

I wanted to tell you
how glad I am that you're here.

— We can be on vacation together.
— No, sorry. I have to work.

The union wanted to send me to Germany,
but I'm not going.

— There isn't much work here.
— I found a job.

— Aage Svendsen has a peat bog.
— He's a bastard.

As a child, I played with a boy who was
staying with him. Aage beat him.

He won't get away with beating me.

— Can I stay for a while?
— I drank all the beer.

Then I'll go.

— What was that for?
— Don't you dare push me!

— But I did.
— Don't do it again!

Come here, you.
Got you.

— Stauning and Christmas Moller?
— Both encouraged them to do it.

That's not the same as demanding it.

Why does the PM think we should do it?
What will happen if we don't do it?

The Wehrmacht will bring German workers
in to do the job.

Stauning wants to avoid
having German workers here.

You make it sound patriotic.

— And it is. We keep the Germans out.
— By building for them.

The world is full of pros and cons.
Nothing is black and white.

But of course I could refuse.
Then we'll see what Stauning says.

Then I doubt we'll ever work
for him or his party.

I truly believe that, Therese.

— Count Ditmar.
— Good evening. Preben here.

I hope you're enjoying
the little hotel.

I just want to correct
a misunderstanding.

You asked me to issue a denial
in my paper.

That isn't the misunderstanding.

You arranged a meeting
on my property without asking me.

I sense that you want to be formal.
I thought we'd passed that —

— now that I've been married
to your mother for a year.

But sehr gut,
if that's what you want.

I live here with your mother and
have a right to invite whomever I want.

The estate is mine
and it can't be used as Nazi propaganda.

I've said it before, Count Ditmar,
and I'll gladly do so again.

With your lifestyle —

— I would think twice about
challenging our future rulers.

I assume you know what they do
to your kind in Germany.

Yes, Editor Bruun, but this isn't
Germany yet. It's Denmark.

Tell your Nazi friends
that the rally is canceled.

Go through with it anyway
and the police will take action.

Goodbye.
Give my regards to my mother.

— You had a fight.
— No, no.

You didn't say goodbye.

Your son can be uncouth.

Is it a good idea to have the rally
when Ditmar is against it?

He'll change his mind.
I'm sure of it, dear.

There.

— I can't go much farther.
— We'll walk then.

— Isn't it time for a dip?
— Now?

We have just enough time
before the sun goes down.

What do you say?
Shall we?

— Bertha will be wondering where I am.
— Won't she be in bed by now?

Heaven, I’m in heaven

And my heart beats
so that] can hardly speak

And I seem to find
the happiness I seek

when we’re out together dancing
cheek to cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven

And the cares that hang around me
through the week

seem to vanish
like a gambler’s lucky streak

when we’re out together dancing,
cheek to cheek

I hope we're doing the right thing,
Molin.

The government encourages collaboration,
but there is a drawback.

— You'll probably get your car back.
— How right you are. Cheers!

Thank you for not telling anyone
about Anders.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Mrs. Weyse suggested that I ask
if you're up for a game of chess.

Yes. Why not?

Are you sure it's okay to get
on the wrong side of those people?

You've been here the longest,
so do make suggestions for improvements.

I will.

— I've earned a cognac.
— Allow me.

No, I can get it myself.

Good evening.

Uwe Kiessling,
lieutenant in the 160th in the Skaw.

I didn't understand a word of it.

Are you Mr. Weyse?

He says he's a lieutenant
from the Skaw.

He asks
if you're Mr. Weyse.

Yes.

Do you have a minute?

We can go in there.

He wants to talk to you in there.

My husband doesn't speak German.

Perhaps you could come with us, ma'am.

Please.

Go and get Amanda.

You found a soldier's service book.

We handed it in
to the Danish police.

That's why I'm here, ma'am.

I'm told that
your children took it.

They were just playing.

You're a famous actor.

— He says you're famous, Edward.
— Of course I am.

What's the problem?
He got his book back.

I heard that you declined an invitation
to a German—Danish event this summer.

He heard about the event
at the Odd Fellows Mansion.

It was an awful event.

My husband didn't have time.
We were on vacation.

Last year you were offered to perform
in Berlin. You declined that too.

— You said no to Berlin as well.
— I was on sick leave.

— My husband was on sick leave.
— I see.

One might think
that you didn't like the Wehrmacht.

He asks if it's because you have
something against Germans.

Not at all.

I'm not at all political.
Not in the least.

— My husband isn't political.
— Not political.

I'm glad.

You can prove it
by singing for my men.

He wants you to sing for them
in the Skaw.

Certainly not!

My husband thanks you for your offer,
but he won't work while on vacation.

But didn't you just play?

— He heard you play.
— That is completely different.

Tell him and make him go away.

Only at the hotel.

If you do it, we'll forget
that you tried to burn the service book.

Can I help you?

Who are you?

Mrs. Berggren.
I run the hotel.

You speak German.

Kiessling.
A pleasure to meet you.

Think about it, Mr. Weyse.

You can ask Mrs. Berggren to give me
your answer. Could I have a word?

— You have a lovely hotel.
— Thank you.

Do you run it with your husband?

I don't have a husband.

— That must be lonely.
— I have good friends.

I hope that you'll consider us
your friends.

We're here to protect the Danes.
It'll be easy —

— if they're all as beautiful as you,
Mrs. Berggren.

I asked Mr. Weyse
to perform for us in the Skaw.

— Perhaps you can be of help.
— Not if he doesn't want to.

How many rooms do you have?

Nine double rooms
and two singles.

Really?

A beautiful location with a sea view.
It doesn't get better than that.

Everyone wants a piece of me, Helene.

Flügenhorn wants me to be political
and so does this German.

Then you'll have to choose.

You can't go through life
without taking a stand.

It's worked very well for me.
Yes?

He's gone.

— He wants Edward to perform for them.
— He told me.

I won't do it.
I'll decline it all.

I understand.

What else did he say, Amanda?

That the hotel
has a good location —

— and it is tempting
for the Germans to take it over —

— as they have done
with other hotels.

Does that mean that if I don't sing
for them, they'll take over the hotel?

You must have misunderstood.

I'm afraid not.

— I'll just check on Bertha.
— It's a shame to wake her.

You're right.

— Goodnight, Mrs. Frigh.
— Goodnight.

It was a perfect day.
I'm glad I spent it with you.

So am I.

Sleep well.

— See you in the morning.
— See you.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin
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