All language subtitles for fghzt

12 May 1945

- Is your husband coming later?
- I don't know.

Frida's father is Swedish.
He lives in Gothenburg.

- So getting together has been hard.
- Yes.

- Hopefully it'll be easier now.
- I'm sure it will.

Skelbäk Base

- It seems quiet enough.
- Yes, but we'll still take a look.

So this is where
we're going to live, Frida.

- We won't wait any longer.
- No.

Come.

- There's no one upstairs.
- Or out there.

- Shall I check?
- Why? I just did.

I'm sure I heard something.
I'm sure I did!

- I'll check.
- They've been gone for days!

Wait for me in the truck.

- Late-comers are always eager.
- Thanks. Leave my luggage outside.

- So you're staying?
- Of course.

We're opening in five weeks.
That's plenty of time.

- The workmen are coming tomorrow.
- Well, good luck.

Thank you. By the way,
the weapon outside...

We'll take it. We can't have
the little one tripping over it.

No, Mum. Of course not.
The Germans legged it long ago.

Yes, I've looked all over.
The worst is down here.

Just a minute.
Frida, don't touch anything.

I need to see what Frida is doing.
I look forward to your arrival.

See you.
Goodbye.

What are you doing, you rascal?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Haven't I seen you before?

- Are they gone?
- You're Colonel Fuchs's secretary.

Were they looking for me?
I have to go before they come back.

They're not coming back.
Take it easy.

Five weeks later

Miss, I'd like a coffee and liqueur
in my room.

- Edith!
- Hi, Otilia. When did you get here?

- A week ago.
- It hasn't changed.

Because much work has been done.

It took the workmen four weeks.
It's all been painted.

There was a swastika on the front desk.

- It took six coats to cover it.
- And the rooms?

The woodwork was painted,
and the mattresses are new.

The Germans slept on the old ones
for four years.

- That must have cost a fortune.
- Mr. Madsen pitched in.

The Germans hung dark mats up
in here.

- Didn't that ruin the wallpaper?
- Yes. It's new.

There were rolls of it in the cellar.
The Germans made a shelter there.

Did they?
How many guests are here?

Only Mr. Aurland, Mrs. Frigh,
Bertha and Mrs. Ploug, who came alone.

- Without Mrs. Fjeldsø?
- She's coming today.

- So is everyone coming?
- Not Mr. Weyse and family.

- Not even later on?
- He's shooting a film.

- It won't be the same.
- We should be glad it's possible.

Alright, alright.

This is Edith, whom I told you about.

- Hello.
- This is Gertie, who's helping out.

- Hi. Welcome.
- I have your old room.

- I hope it's alright.
- I haven't slept there for ages.

Edith goes home
to her husband and children.

- Do you live nearby?
- Valter has the smithy in Hulsig.

You better change in my room.
She's a bit odd.

She locks the door at night
as if she's afraid of something.

- Is she only to work in the kitchen?
- She'll also wait at table.

- I hope she takes off that awful scarf.
- She has a hair disease.

A hair disease?

- You must be Frida.
- A familiar voice. Welcome, Edith.

Thank you, Mrs. Berggren.
Your daughter is lovely.

We're a bit tired.
I thought we were taking a nap.

- Have you met Gertie?
- Yes.

- I was just going to change.
- Edith will use my room.

- That must be Grandpa.
- Grandpa!

I called her Mrs. Berggren.
What's her name now?

They aren't married. I'm told
that Frida's father lives in Sweden.

- Hi, Dad.
- Is that Grandpa's little Frida?

Go in the kitchen and have some milk.
Afterwards it's naptime.

- There you are!
- Someone's on holiday, I see.

We've worked ourselves to the bone.

- Doing what? The place hasn't changed.
- Andersen called. Call him back.

I'm not talking to lawyers
on my holiday.

- What's that?
- It's from me. We stopped by Sæby.

- Sæby?
- Who's we?

- Mr. Weyse! We had no idea!
- We're not staying.

- Just for the night if you have room.
- We do.

We ran into your father in Copenhagen
and he convinced us to come for a visit.

- Where are the boys?
- At a friend's. They play football.

- They prefer it to being with us.
- Also because of your film work.

- Did you show her the box, Madsen?
- Not yet.

What do you say?

Chocolate, tea, sugar,
whisky and pepper?

- Is this real coffee?
- Can you buy it in Sæby?

- Sweden.
- Smuggled goods?

I paid for it!

Mr. Weyse!
Otilia said you weren't coming!

- I thought he wasn't.
- We're only spending one night.

Please put this box in the kitchen.
There are two more in the car.

Yes?

- I have a little surprise, Mr. Aurland.
- Goodness.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Aren't you going to taste it?

Yes, indeed.

Gosh!

- Where did you get this?
- Mr. Madsen has connections.

Of course!

He brought Mr. and Mrs. Weyse,
who are staying till tomorrow.

I almost forgot
how wonderful it is.

I have thought about you
in the last few years.

- Have you?
- Yes, I mean...

I mean
when the government stepped down -

- and the permanent secretaries took
over, times must have been busy.

Busy and difficult,
but thank goodness it's over.

Thank goodness.

- And you? Still teaching?
- Yes.

- The same place?
- Skørping.

I thought you might have gone
and got married.

- Certainly not.
- Well, you're still young.

Have you seen Bertha?
She must still be out for a walk.

- I just met Mr. Weyse.
- Did they come after all?

They're leaving tomorrow,
but it'd be better if he hadn't come.

- Olga is bringing Sarah.
- Adam and Sibylle's girl.

She must be a big girl now.

Almost 17.
But it won't do with Mr. Weyse here.

Why not?

Come with me.

- Sarah is his daughter.
- Whose daughter?

- Mr. Weyse's.
- Is she?

Sibylle was expecting
when she was married to Mr. Weyse.

Sarah has always been told
that Adam is her father.

It would be a disaster
if she finds out...

- Olga couldn't take it.
- Don't you worry, Mrs. Ploug.

No one will suspect
that her father is...

Don't even say it out loud.
Olga would never bring Sarah -

- if she knew that he was here.

We'll meet again

Don't know where, don't know when

But I know we'll meet again
some sunny day

Keep smiling through
just like you always do

till the blue skies
drive the dark clouds far away

It's lovely to hear that it can play
something apart from German marches.

- It's just been tuned.
- Wonderful.

- Where did my wife go?
- Upstairs.

- And our luggage?
- Also upstairs.

- Thank you.
- It's a shame you can't stay.

- Yes. My art is calling.
- What film are you going to be in?

- A love story?
- No, unfortunately. It's about war.

I wasn't at all sure
whether I should say yes -

- but when they beg you,
what's a man to do?

It's typical of my father.
He gives them a lift, but tell us?

It's not a problem.
There's plenty of food.

- Did you meet Edith?
- Yes. She seems nice.

I think we have
a really good team this year.

- I'm ever so grateful, Mrs. Berggren.
- You've been a huge help.

- This is delicious.
- Would you and your husband like some?

No thanks. Not right now.
Do you have a minute?

- Is she already awake?
- No.

Shut the door.

Dad talked to his lawyer.
He shouldn't have called him back.

They're questioning the companies
who built for the Germans.

- Dad is sure they'll question him.
- About Aalborg Airport?

He was only involved for a year.
The government encouraged it.

Yes. That's what I said.
He'll have to explain it.

Come upstairs.

- Did Mum tell you?
- Yes, but it doesn't mean...

Wright, Thomsen & Kier were just there.
Next time it'll be me.

They'll come, and I can't look like I'm
as thick as thieves with Colonel Fuchs.

How can we explain
that we're hiding his secretary?

Tell Mrs. Knudsen to leave.
She can't stay here.

Oh yes, she can! She's been punished
enough. Had her hair cut, and spat upon.

- If that's...
- She chose to work for them.

- So the bloody hell did you!
- Stop shouting.

We can't just throw her out.

- She has no place to go.
- We couldn't have opened without her.

Only the three of us know
who she is.

No one will associate her
with the Germans. No one!

Ah!

- We've waited for this for ages.
- How will the boys react to our trip?

- We don't have to tell them.
- Yes, we do. We don't want to lie!

- Turn it and get out of the wind.
- I don't want to look at it.

- What?
- What the Germans left behind.

I see.
I hadn't noticed.

You're alone in having that ability.

Yes, I'm blessed.

Four years ago the beach
was cordoned off by barbed wire.

It looks even worse now. It's too much
to hope that they'll clean it up.

Right.

Well, we'd better get dressed.

- Are you leaving tomorrow?
- Yes. Edward is starring in a film.

- "The Red Meadows".
- Oh yes. The big Resistance film.

Directed by Mrs. Bodil Ipsen,
a member of a pro-German society -

- and feted in Berlin. Not to mention
the producer Karmark, a prominent Nazi.

Until it wasn't worth his while anymore.
Now they're washing their hands.

- Which role will you play?
- The main role. A great Resistance man.

Then you'll fit right in.

- Did you know about Henning Karmark?
- Politics has never interested me.

I don't see what it has to do
with art. Do you think I should decline?

Of course not.

Meeting Hjalmar
makes our one-day stay more bearable.

He may be leaving tomorrow,
but he's here now.

Why didn't you tell me
when I called about coming here?

He hadn't arrived.

Sarah just accompanied her
maternal grandparents home to Denmark.

Not all Jews were lucky enough
to go to Sweden.

And she's heard plenty of stories
about deported Jews.

This trip was to give her
something else to think about.

I never thought
she'd be confronted with him!

What did he say about our arrival?

I thought that
you should tell him, Olga.

Thanks so much for your help, Lydia!

It's a lovely room, Grandma.

That's good.
Why don't you go to the beach?

- I'd love to. Are you two coming?
- No, we'll wait. You go ahead.

I think that's where Mr. Weyse is.

Sarah!

We'll come in a minute.

- Perhaps you could unpack first.
- I already did.

- Let's telephone the boys.
- They won't be inside in this weather.

Then you can help me unpack.

I suppose so.

We can do it, Sarah. You have
to do something, don't you, Olga?

Apparently.

I'm sorry that
I have to get you involved.

I have no choice,
since you came unannounced.

It was a sudden impulse.
We're leaving tomorrow.

- Please do.
- So she doesn't know about me.

No, and she mustn't.
Adam is her father.

She's never met you, and you've never
taken the slightest interest in her.

- It's what Sibylle wanted.
- Let's keep it that way.

- Please respect that.
- Naturally. No worries.

You can rest assured.
I won't get involved.

- Lovely.
- Yes, isn't it?

- You seemed relieved.
- I certainly am!

Why should I play the father
of some stranger?

Aren't you curious about her?

Not at all, Helene.
Not at all.

- She had her nap.
- She needed it.

- What's that?
- Strawberry and raspberry cordial.

I couldn't resist,
since your father brought sugar.

We can put the bottles in the cellar.

- How does he feel about me being here?
- My father? He's fine with it.

Frida, don't make a mess.

Help yourself.

Now I see
why she comes in here all the time.

- When is Mrs. Andersen coming?
- I told her to wait. We're all set.

- Isn't Mr. Dupont coming this year?
- Maybe later.

- He's to take his time.
- Why?

- He's taking care of Count Ditmar.
- Why?

I thought you had heard.

Count Ditmar was in
a concentration camp in Dachau.

He came home on the White Busses
and is at Frijsenholm.

- He's in bad condition.
- Why was he sent away?

Obviously, he was in the Resistance.
What else, Edith?

It must've been hard to be a count
in a place like that.

- It must've been hard for everyone.
- Sure.

- Did you find Bertha?
- No.

She probably went for a walk. I'm going
to the beach with my sister and Sarah.

If we see her,
I'll tell you asked about her.

I haven't told you that my sister
talked to Mr. Weyse.

He promised not to interfere
with Sarah.

Oh, I see.

- May I ask you about something?
- About tarot?

No, Bertha.

After she boarded with you,
I haven't seen her very often.

You must have noticed
what she got up to during the war.

- She was busy studying.
- That's not what I'm talking about.

- I mean her Resistance work.
- I know nothing at all about it.

Something happened. I just know it.
Something she won't talk about.

Perhaps it's best to let it lie.

- Well, if it isn't Bertha!
- I just came by to say hello.

How nice.
Come in and have coffee.

- There's no need.
- I want some before I have to cook.

Come in.

It's quiet here.

Ane got married and moved
to Bogense with young Emma.

- What about you, Bertha?
- Married? No, I'm not.

But I hear you'll be a doctor.

In a few years.

- How long ago was it?
- Just over two years.

They built bunkers in the dunes,
and his heart couldn't take it.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

It must have been hard for Fie
not to come to his funeral.

But now people can travel again,
so I hope to see them soon.

But Morten is a busy man.

Mr. Kokholm...

- How can I get hold of him?
- Arne is...

- He's moving back here.
- Is he?

He's going to lease the old farm,
so he's packing up in Aalborg.

I'll tell him you asked for him.

There's something I want to ask him.

Something that happened
over here last autumn.

I can tell that it bothers you.

Yes.

A little.

Then it'll be good to talk to Arne.

- I'll go downstairs and read.
- I'll be down.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You are Mr. Weyse.

- Mr. Edward Weyse.
- Yes, that's me.

My name is Sarah.
Mrs. Fjeldsø's grandchild.

I see.
Nice to meet you.

Excuse me, Mr. Weyse.
May I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

How long were you married
to my mother?

- Your mother?
- Sibylle.

Sibylle! You're Sibylle's daughter!
Sibylle and Adam.

- I am.
- Very briefly.

Then your father shanghaied
your mother.

What's that?

A script. I'm going to be in a film.
I'd better read.

I've seen your films.

Really? Have you?

Yes, every single one.
You are very popular in Sweden.

Am I?

May I ask you which of my films
you liked the best?

"The Jazz Professor".

But I couldn't say so at home.

Didn't your parents like it?

We didn't talk about you either.

Why not? Does your mother
have such bad memories of me?

Apparently.

Well, don't let me disturb you.
You have a script to read.

- I just met her.
- Who?

Sarah. Just imagine! She is forbidden
to talk about me at home.

- How about that? Her father!
- You're not her father.

- Adam is. What's she like?
- What did you expect?

Lovely, intelligent, and
she's seen all my films. All of them.

- Let's put it here.
- Yes.

Frida, I told you to stay upstairs.
Now don't touch anything.

I told you not to go in there.
Leave that alone.

No, she mustn't touch them.
They are hand grenades.

- Frida, can you give it to Mummy?
- No, it's mine.

Frida.
Frida, give it to Mummy.

There.

Therese.
Therese, come here.

What's up?

They found some hand grenades in
the cellar. Kokholm is picking them up.

Did you think they were coming for you?

- Georg, relax.
- I'm completely relaxed.

- The grenades?
- It's you.

- I thought Mr. Kokholm was coming.
- He's moving, so he asked me.

- Is it a problem?
- No, of course not. Lovely.

- Are you alone? The boxes are heavy.
- My brother is watching the truck.

We can't have anyone
making off with it.

Jens has come for the hand grenades.

Aren't you one of Svenningsen's boys?
So you brought fish.

No, I'm here for the grenades.

They're in the cellar. Mr. Kokholm said
we should leave the boxes.

This way, Jens.

It was a horsefly.

A horsefly?
Thanks.

You're welcome.

Do you live here?

- No. I live in Uppsala.
- Where's that?

- In Sweden.
- That's really far away.

- Depends on where you are.
- I don't understand...

Do you only understand Jutlandic?

You're awfully fast, Sarah.
We can't keep up.

- Coming?
- In a minute.

That's my grandmother
and her sister.

Let's go!

Bloody hell.

- Where are you going?
- Wait here.

That's my brother.

You thought you could hide.
You thought I didn't see you.

- What's going on, Jens?
- She's a whore of the Germans.

- What's this nonsense?
- We were cutting her hair when she ran.

I don't know who you found,
but it wasn't Gertie.

She's an acquaintance of Mrs. Berggren's
from Copenhagen.

Is that what she claims?
Then look here.

- I'm taking you to the station.
- No, you're not.

Don't interfere, Molly Andersen.

Put that weapon away, Jens.
The war is over.

Move.

Move!

If you're to arrest everyone who dealt
with the Germans here, you'll be busy.

- Start with your father and your uncle.
- What do you mean?

They made a lot of money
selling fish to the Germans -

- while we couldn't get any.

Perhaps that's why you're busy
playing a Resistance man.

That's a lie.
You're lying about my family.

You know perfectly well that I'm not.

We could go to the station together.
Shall we?

Then take her.
Go ahead.

Since you're so fond of Germans.

- I'd like to explain.
- Let's wait till later.

- We have to cook dinner.
- Yes.

We're all waiting to import goods
from overseas.

- Along with other tobacco factories.
- But you made it through the war.

- Leslie was a huge help.
- Don't you work there anymore?

- Not for years.
- Bertha is a medical student.

- This looks familiar.
- Yes, we have a passion for cards.

- If we could only get started...
- Sorry. I'm coming, Mrs. Fjeldsø.

Mr. Aurland, the card you requested
is on the front desk.

I hope everyone will sign
the card to Count Ditmar.

Guten abend!

- Ha! We got you.
- It's not funny.

Rubbish.
Shall we?

- One spade.
- Won't you play for us, Mr. Weyse?

I said one spade.

- Yes. Pass.
- Please, Mr. Weyse?

Can I remember anything?
It's been so long.

It certainly has.

How does it go now?

It's been a long, long time

It's been a long, long time

Never thought that you would be
standing there so close to me

There's so much I feel
that I should say

But words can wait

until some other day

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice,
then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Mrs. Fjeldsø,
it's your turn. Three hearts.

... like this, my dear,
since I can't remember when

It's been a long, a very long time

You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed
without you

So kiss me once and kiss me twice,
then kiss me once again

It's been a long

long

time

- It feels like we're back again.
- After some terrible years.

It's good that the Freedom Council
and politicians can work together.

Half of them should be prosecuted
for collaboration.

We wouldn't be here without
collaboration. We finally have peace.

- Now we just need quiet.
- True!

Traitors will be held accountable.

- The prime minister promised.
- That's the height of hypocrisy!

Don't you remember how often he
encouraged people to report saboteurs?

Now he's taken the credit for defeating
the Germans.

Traitors must be prosecuted.

And get on with it now that
we have capital punishment again.

I hope that common sense will prevail.

A country based on the rule of law
mustn't be driven by revenge.

The level of crime varies.

Executions of informers should be
tried before the courts.

So a Resistance man who killed
an informer in self-defence -

- should be prosecuted on a par
with traitors and the HIPO Corps?

- Yes, I think so. Murder is murder.
- Then I'll say goodnight.

That requires another cognac.

Are you already finished?
I'm sorry if I ruined the good mood.

No, people are tired. We have
to get used to all the fresh air.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Yes, you should.

But, Bertha...

There's something I need to know.

The executions...
Were you involved in them?

- No, Mum. Not at all.
- If you were...

- I couldn't bear to think about it.
- Don't worry.

Go to bed, Mummy dear.

- Let's have breakfast together.
- Yes, of course.

Right... goodnight then.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Yes. Goodnight.

- Night, night.
- Thanks for this evening.

No, thank you.

And thank you
for the splendid song, Mr. Weyse.

"Oh, Mr. Weyse,
thanks for the splendid song."

- Did you see him singing to Sarah?
- No. I thought he sang to you.

I've never understood -

- why Mr. Andersen allowed actors
to stay here.

Mr. Weyse is leaving tomorrow.

- Right after breakfast.
- The sooner the better.

Didn't you go too far?

- How's that?
- You sang to Sarah.

Mrs. Fjeldsø almost played clubs
instead of hearts.

She has nothing to fear.
But one thing puzzles me, Helene.

None of our friends suspect -

- that I could be the girl's father.
That is strange.

They don't remember that Sibylle
was expecting when I brought her here.

It was many years ago.
And every year Mrs. Fjeldsø tells us -

- about Adam and Sibylle's girl,
who is so beautiful.

- And she is.
- Obviously. She's my daughter.

I gave you an extra blanket. It's
going to rain, so it might be chilly.

- That's thoughtful of you.
- Don't mention it. Sleep well.

And you, Miss Otilia.

I'll take that, Edith,
so you can bike home before dark.

- Edith, I'll take it.
- What should I tell Valter?

He'll ask me how things
are here. I know he will!

Then I can say that Ane isn't here,
but we have a German collaborator.

She was caught, shorn
and then ran away.

Now they know she's here,
so they'll be back.

- Do you have to tell him all that?
- We talk.

That's what it's like to be married.
Is she in the kitchen?

No, she's in her room.

I don't understand
why Mrs. Berggren let her stay.

She worked for the Germans
for five years.

Mr. Madsen.
We thought you'd gone up.

Is that the last of it?
Go on home, Edith.

Otilia, go on up.
I'll do the rest.

- Well then, goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I hope everyone had a nice evening.

Is it true that the men from the Skaw
saw Mrs. Knudsen?

The maids talked about it.

There you are.
I checked on Frida. She's sleeping.

- Amanda, is it true?
- Yes, but don't worry.

What's going on?

The man who picked up the grenades
recognised Gertie.

They know she's here
and that I'm hiding her.

- No, this is my hotel.
- We know why you let her stay.

- Because of Frida.
- Stop it.

No, let's talk about the lies
you've been telling.

That her father is Swedish.
I'm sick and tired of that story!

Frida will be told the truth someday.

Then wake up the whole hotel and
tell them that your daughter is a Kraut!

Georg,
sometimes you're simply...

- I just wanted to say goodnight.
- Goodnight, Grandma.

We mustn't forget the plants
we promised your father to find.

Your father worked on
his herbarium every morning.

Dad told me where to find them.

I'm not surprised.
If you like, I can come with you.

- What are you reading?
- A book that Mr. Weyse gave me.

It's his memoirs.
Look.

- When did he give you that?
- When he said goodnight. You know what?

I thought they were leaving,
but they're staying all summer.

Did you back out of the film?
Don't you want to be in it?

- Why not?
- Why not?

- Yes, why not?
- Because of what Hjalmar said.

If Bodil Ipsen was a Nazi,
and Karmark was in that society...

It was the other way round.

- I can't be in something like that.
- You can't be serious.

Our whole summer has been planned
around it.

Well, even I have limits.
And I've told the film company.

And they think it's fabulous
that you backed out?

It's not a problem.
They'll just ask Poul Reichhardt.

Oh, she's asleep.

- So, it's raining after all.
- What do you want?

Christ, Amanda.
You know I didn't mean it like that.

And you know that we love Frida.

The story about the Swede is
to stop people pointing their fingers.

And someday she'll be told
who her father is.

But what joy will it bring to know he
died in Russia? I know you still hope.

I don't hope for anything.
And don't worry. Gertie has left us.

- Left?
- She wrote this.

She's sorry
she caused problems.

- Where did she go?
- I don't know.

She and her German husband
moved to Aalborg -

- when he got a job at the airport.
Two weeks later he was gone.

She had to make a living.
She spoke German, so she got the job.

She was never a Nazi.

I'm so sorry
that we couldn't keep her safe.

- I understand, Amanda.
- Go to bed. I need to sleep.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, dear girl.

Hello?

- Philip?
- Yes, it's only me.

I hope the car didn't wake you up.
I'll tiptoe up to bed.

Sorry.
My coat is making a puddle.

- Did something happen to Ditmar?
- No.

He thought
I should turn up for work.

- You look disappointed.
- No. No.

I'm glad to see you.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin
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