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- Stop there. - Stop... Why?

- I'll walk the rest of the way. - Are you serious?

Would you please stop?

It's a long way. Let's go unpack.

- It's lunchtime soon. - I'll be back before then.

SUMMER 1930

- Hello. - Welcome, Mr Weyse.

- Thank you. Have the others arrived? - Most of them have.

- Let me fetch your key for you. - Thank you. How about that!

You've gotten a reception desk.

Have you noticed that I brought a young lady with me this year?

Yes, miss Kitty Hansen.

A girl from the drama school that I promised to study with.

Whatever are you doing? What are you doing with the suitcases?

Didn't you want them? The chauffeur just left them.

That's the girls' job.

Put them down.

Put the suitcases down!

Welcome, miss Hansen. I'll show you to your room.

- You will be staying here. - Yes, in there.

- Do I get this all to myself? - Yes, it's all yours.

Start unpacking, and I'll come get you for luncheon.

What great responsibility...

- She seems nice. - Yes, but awfully naïve and innocent.

But among good friends, nothing bad can possibly happen.

Oh, it's you, Weyse?

- So, you've arrived? - Yes.

- Have you called to lunch? - No, it will be a while yet.

- Has the head clerk changed rooms? - Only when the wee one keeps them up.

- The wee one...? - Mrs Aurland gave birth this spring.

Yes, but did they bring the baby?

But of course. A sweet boy, named for Mr Aurland's father.

His name is Severin.

Severin?

Hi.

- May I come in? - Yes, of course.

- Would you like anything? - No, thanks.

- Whose cottage is it? - A painter from Skagen.

He left for Italy, so I've rented it for the summer.

- Not staying at the hotel? - No, I'm a bit...

...enamoured with this place.

Likely because of what happened last summer.

I kissed a beautiful girl during a thunderstorm in the shed nearby.

- That's not something you forget. - Max...

What happened after you returned from Dessau? You changed your mind.

No, I didn't change my mind. I just couldn't.

When I returned to Copenhagen, my father had gone bankrupt.

He was one of the richest men in the country.

He lost it all on the stock exchange. I had never seen him like that.

He was crying. I couldn't bear to tell him I was leaving Ditmar.

- Why didn't you tell me that? - You were going to make me choose.

- You made your choice. - I had no other options

Don't you understand? I was happy to hear that you had come here.

I haven't even been to the hotel yet. Ditmar dropped me off.

I couldn't wait to see you. I've dreamed of us everyday,

every night...

- I have to go. I'll return. - When?

- After lunch. - If you leave, you won't be back.

I will. If I don't go, my parents will worry what's become of me.

Are your parents here? After your father went bust?

He gave Ditmar a lot of properties as a wedding present.

Ditmar is worried. Father is on a spending spree.

No one's going to say Georg Madsen is defeated.

How about some of the good lobster this year?

The transportation corps has unfortunately been cut off.

- Come again? - Morten... He has left.

No regrets on my part. We'll get them from Skagen.

- Who's in? - Isn't that terribly expensive?

- Pish-posh. - I'll pass as well.

- What about you, Frigh? - You have arrived, Ditmar!

- Is Amanda in there? - She went for a walk.

- Amanda, go for a walk? - That's what I said.

- Should we go for a dip before lunch? - Yes. Those lobsters are my treat.

- I didn't think they'd come. - Madsen won't be held down.

- He's already at it again. - Without us knowing what with.

Surely you know, Count Ditmar?

- Should one not ask? - You're very welcome to ask.

You just won't get an answer, Alice.

Lobster for the entire hotel?

- Everyone expects Madsen to pay. - Aren't you going to change?

I need to get back to it!

No, if you own anything, they will take it from you.

- I'm going insane! - I'm nearly convinced.

We're doing fine. Ditmar is taking care of us.

- Until you've spent all his money. - Money that I gave him.

- It's fortunate that you did. - I'm going for a drive.

I'm getting those lobsters. I'll have lunch at Jeckels.

Georg!

I've earned every penny I had since I was 12 years old.

I can't live on handouts from my son-in-law.

I thought we were on vacation. Why this whole song and dance?

The last thing I need is for them to pity Georg Madsen.

You're pitying yourself just fine.

- Hi, Dad. - Your mum is upstairs.

Where are you going?

Hello, miss Madsen. Sorry, I forgot that you're married.

No matter.

Did you have a nice walk? You couldn't wait to see the ocean.

And you couldn't stay away. You said you wouldn't be here this year.

Yes... I changed my mind.

Were you with Mrs Andersen this winter? She must appreciate you.

Your luggage is upstairs. Your husband said you wanted to unpack.

- Let me know otherwise. - Thank you.

- Oh, it's you. - You're picking up some things?

Just what I can use. Whoever buys can have the rest.

Are you selling?

I should have do so a long time ago. I can't afford an empty house.

- What if Morten comes back? - I haven't heard from him.

- Do you know where he is? - No.

Count your blessings.

Can the hotel still use the vegetable garden?

Mr Enevoldsen?

- May we use the vegetable garden? - That's up to the buyer.

We've been planting, and we had an agreement with Morten...

I know nothing about that agreement.

It's unfair that the buyer gets the vegetable garden.

The agreement wasn't written down.

- Let's harvest the lot. - That'll put Knud in a temper.

- I don't mind doing it. - You've made that perfectly clear.

- What will you do? - We'll have to buy our vegetables.

That will be much more expensive.

- We have to charge the guests more. - We can't do that.

- They're affected by the times too. - Maybe we could arrange a trade-off.

It's difficult for him to sell when he lives in Skagen.

If we offered to show the house, maybe he'll sell us the plot.

- I wouldn't even dare ask. - Fie doesn't mind asking.

- Right? - Sure, I can do it.

I folded the nappies. They're down there.

Why don't you have the girls help you, so you can enjoy your vacation?

I really don't mind.

My son and daughter-in-law in Uppsala employ two girls to help out.

Of course, she's from a very wealthy family.

- How nice for them. - Yes.

At the moment, they're on vacation in Vienna. They asked me to come,

but I don't know what Adam was thinking.

I won't let down my bridge buddies here.

I'm sorry I had to step out twice during the game last night.

It's only bridge.

Lydia, "only" and "bridge" are words that ought not be used together.

It won't be any better tonight, so I had better back out.

- Mrs Aurland, back out? - I'm sorry. Excuse me.

It's tough on a new mother to hear her baby cry.

Again you're talking about something you know nothing about.

What will do about the game if Mrs Aurland isn't playing?

She didn't just mean tonight. She meant for the entire summer.

Good, you're here. Wasn't I right? You had to walk far.

It wasn't too bad. I'll take another trip after lunch.

- What is it? - I have a surprise for you.

- Guess what. It will make you happy. - Just tell me.

- I invited Ella and Frederik. - Ella and Frederik?

You were so sad that Ella couldn't make it to the engagement.

I don't think that's a good idea. We only just arrived.

Maybe later this summer. Tell them that.

- That's not possible. - Of course it is.

- I'll do it! - They've already arrived.

Amanda!

So good to see you. Ditmar said it was supposed to be a surprise.

- So it was. - Frederik, say hello to Amanda.

- Hello. - Hello.

He's grumpy because there isn't a tennis court.

- But there's croquet in the garden. - He was just informed about that.

Here is your key, Dr. Hoffman. It is room no. 1.

- We will bring your luggage up. - That room overlooks the ocean.

Lunch is served. We'll walk to the beach later.

Surely, Frederik and Ella will want to rest.

Nonsense, we have plenty to talk about.

- How long are you staying? - All summer.

Thank you.

Where would your husband like his coffee?

Inside. It's too hot out here. Right, Otto?

- Don't you want your coffee inside? - Yes, it's too hot outside.

- Is your husband going sailing? - No, thank God.

After the boat was confiscated, it hasn't come up once.

It hasn't always been easy for Otto, inheriting the factory

from his grandfather and father. He has felt trapped.

In that way, he is quite different from your husband.

- You think? - Indeed, your husband...

We heard what happened last autumn.

But it is clear that he's at it again.

- What is he doing? - He better say so himself.

It's none of my business, but get back on the saddle...

Impressive. Meanwhile, my husband is going through a personal crisis

because he had everything handed to him. He has settled down again.

I wish my husband could take it as easily as yours.

We could swap husbands. Just for the summer.

- Did you say something, Alice? - No, darling. Go back to sleep.

- The dishes are done. - Go ahead and scamper off.

We can go to the beach.

- All of us? - Yes, you can go.

- I can stay. - You're so afraid of the water.

- I am not afraid! - Did you speak with Enevoldsen?

- He's coming to talk about it. - That's good.

- We're going to the beach. - I really can stay.

Fie? Do you think Enevoldsen knows anything about Morten?

He doesn't. He hasn't heard from him for over a year.

Helene? There, there, sweetheart.

Helene!

Helene!

Helene? He woke up again.

- There, there. - There you go.

- That one too. - Yeah...

I'll go lay down in room 11.

- Hjalmar said you had arrived. - Yes, this morning.

- Are you having lunch in your room? - Yes.

Severin is a bit... uneasy lately.

Honestly. Severin? I know you chose it because of Hjalmar's father...

Did you expect to have a say in this? We can't speak here. Come.

He is the sweetest child.

There haven't been any problems in Copenhagen.

It's because you're here.

I tried to convince Hjalmar not to go this year.

I couldn't say I was avoiding the father of the child.

- He can feel what mood I'm in. - Sweet Helene.

- I will just leave. - No, I can handle it.

- Would you like to hold him? - I'd rather not.

It's... a very handsome boy, isn't it?

- Yes, he's really something. - What have we here?

Was that a little smile?

I think he saw a famous actor.

- I didn't think anyone was here. - I don't mind.

- Are you there, Frigh? - Indeed I am.

Very well, Hedvig, shall we have a look at it? Let's go outside.

You've been sitting in here for long enough. You need some air.

Who is the young lady Weyse has brought along?

- Her name is Kitty. - He called her Hedvig.

They're reading "The Wild Duck" by Henrik Ibsen. She's playing Hedvig.

- So she's an actress? - Student. That's why he brought her.

- To study with her. - It thought she was his niece.

- An actress. - Student, I'm telling you.

- You're not taking the paper outside. - Oh, right. No.

- Come on! - I'll go at my own pace.

10, 20, 30, 40.

- It's too cold. I won't do it. - Come on, we'll do it together.

70, 80, 90, 100!

- Are they swimming with the guests? - I never thought of that.

Are you afraid the water will get dirty?

The beach should be reserved for the guests. Staff should go elsewhere.

- They get a 30 minute break. - We talking about different things.

Your argument is practical, while mine is a matter of principle.

Isn't he just clever?

Edith!

Was the water nice? Wait, miss Fie?

I just have to give a message. I'll be right there.

Do you know the house just down the beach?

- The empty one? - Mr Berggren has rented it.

Mr Berggren?

I promised to stop by. Would you tell him that I am unable to

because I've been visited by my friend and her husband?

I'm sorry that I'm involving you in my personal matters. I'll explain.

No need.

Are you writing Adam? Give him my love.

- I will... in Vienna. - Are you leaving?

Yes. I came to play bridge, but that obviously won't happen.

I had preferred if Mrs Aurland had let me know beforehand.

If you leave, what will I do, Olga?

- You? - I better... go home.

Why? I paid for the accommodation.

I won't ask Mrs Andersen to refund me. You can stay.

There's no reason to make a fuss.

- Are you just lying about? - What else is there to do?

- Amanda is being visited by Ella. - Did her parents come, too?

They're not here to visit us. She's here with her husband.

- The dull doctor. - Did you have a nice lunch?

- Yes. Du you know who I met? - A waiter with a bottle of schnapps?

The prime minister's secretary. He's going around the country.

All the grain companies are failing due to falling prices.

Farmers are closing down. Where are they going? To the city.

He told me that the government is planning a major housing project.

Social housing. We're getting in on it. We're starting a new company.

- Georg? - I can't own anything.

We'll register it in your name. You will be managing director.

In a fortnight, the prime minister will come for a meeting.

- What about the director? - You know nothing about construction.

- You're hardly a fan of Stauning. - We can't afford to be petty.

- He's the prime minister. - Are you joining the party as well?

- What's this? - I'm going to lie with my wife.

Georg! I know you when you're in that mood.

Georg, stop it.

What about the lobsters? The ones from Skagen.

I forgot them at the restaurant.

Georg...

She told me to stay, but I'm not sure.

- Don't go back to Copenhagen. - I don't know what I would do there.

The Spiritist Society is closed all summer.

- Did you have a catnap? - Yes, just what I needed.

Mrs Madsen, how I miss your youngest daughter.

- We had such a good time. - She is with my parents.

I miss the twins.

- Have you heard my sister's leaving? - Why?

- Because she can't play bridge. - Can't you find another player?

- None of the men are interested. - How about you, Mrs Madsen?

Me? No, that's not a good idea. I've only ever played Old Maid.

- It would be terrific. - Isn't it difficult?

- I learnt it. Almost. - I'll give it a try.

Olga. Olga! Mrs Madsen would like to take Mrs Aurland's place.

- I didn't think you played. - Mrs Frigh will teach me the rules.

It's not something you learn in an afternoon.

I think she was happy.

I've written something down.

It says that you'll show the house if anyone wants to see it.

And keep it clean and such.

In return, you can rent the garden this year.

Next year, you'll have to find a different solution.

You already had it for a year because I foolishly thought Morten would buy.

He's not to be trusted.

You ought to speak with Arne Kokholm someday.

An English ship stranded, and Morten helped everyone to shore.

I doubt that. He was of no help when his own brother drowned.

Kokholm said that Morten went out alone when everyone had given up.

They thought he drowned, but luckily it wasn't so.

Mrs Andersen received a letter from Morten saying that he was all right.

- It makes no difference. - Morten is a stranger to you.

What do you mean by that?

How do you know that Morten isn't our child?

We haven't told a living soul.

Do you know more about Morten than you let on?

We were neighbours for all those years, and you never said a word.

Not even Morten knows.

Now I understand why he was spoiled over here.

Maybe he wouldn't come if you had shown him some love.

I cared for your bastard child, and now you dare blame me?

The house will be sold, and the buyer can rent you the land.

It won't recommend it.

- Who is he? - Morten's father.

- Has something happened? - No.

- Did you relay the message? - He asked me to give you this.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

- Who's playing? - Mr Weyse.

- I won't stay long. I'm tired. - You aren't ill, are you?

- You're not at work, darling. - Did you forget the lobsters?

- I only noticed it when I got back. - I can get them tomorrow.

My son-in-law doesn't like when something goes to waste.

- I hope I do it right. - I'm sure you will.

Is the ace of spades a good card? I'm only kidding.

Mrs Frigh has neglected to mention that we don't kid.

We didn't get that far.

Funny that he plays every year even though no one asked him to.

Does one dare to hope?

My sweet student, miss Kitty Hansen,

has received a music book from a friend in America

and would like to perform a song. Shouldn't we indulge her?

I can't be worse than you, Mr Weyse.

Love for sale

Appetizing young love for sale

Love that's fresh and still unspoiled

Love that's only slightly soiled

Love for sale

Who will buy?

Who would like to sample my supply?

Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise?

Love for sale

Bravo!

- What are those lyrics? - Didn't you like it, Mr Weyse?

- That was very pretty. - Thank you.

- What was it about? - A woman selling herself for money.

As an actress, one must be able to take on all sorts of roles.

I was just praising your student.

Are you from an acting family?

My father was High Court Attorney. He wished for me to be an actress.

He knew Mrs Heiberg. I thought I would work in an office.

I went to the audition where Mr Weyse informed me that I had been accepted.

I ran home overjoyed, excited to tell Father that I got in.

But... When I arrived, they took him away.

- Dad died while I was on stage. - How terrible.

- I never told you that, Mr Weyse. - No, you certainly haven't.

You had best run upstairs and prepare for tomorrow, miss Kitty.

- Can't I stay? - We're here to work.

You didn't know the words this afternoon.

And you've even been allowed to sing.

- Well, goodnight, Mr Frigh. - Goodnight, miss Kitty.

Discipline is the first lesson they must learn.

- America was taken by surprise. - The entire world was.

In Germany, 4 mn. people are out of work.

The Americans terminated their loans.

Martial law is being implemented, and nazis and communists are standing by.

This is an unimaginable crisis, happening just south of the border.

Excuse me for saying it, but why did you give up painting?

- You were so calm last year. - He doesn't get much sleep.

The Germans long for law and order. To avoid the fighting in the streets.

- We're privileged despite Stauning. - The question is for how long.

We'll end up being too few to provide for all the ne'er-do-wells.

We're seeing a watering down of intelligence.

- What do you base that on? - Simple statistics and tables.

We must prevent the less educated from procreating.

We got a law last year about the sterilization of the feeble-minded.

That we're the first European country with such a law,

honestly doesn't make me proud.

Me neither. But for different reasons.

It's founded on consent. We should forcibly sterilize all degenerates.

- What are degenerates? - People like me, right?

The law concerns the feeble-minded.

It should be expanded to include

habitual criminals, alcoholics, and homosexuals.

I agree.

- That took you long enough. - Who saw you come in here?

- No one. - I was to come to your room.

- I could have come with... - With whom?

Well...

Madsen and I could have come for a night cap. What a pretty picture.

- You sent me to bed so early. - Then quit your overacting.

You told me to be virtuous and demure.

- Mr Frigh liked it. Did you notice? - Yes.

- Are you jealous? A little bit? - Not at all!

And your father? The High Court Attorney who met Mrs Heiberg?

Was that necessary? Your father's a salesman. Art is truth, not lies.

You must understand that.

Kitty... I know your father doesn't want anything to do with you.

It doesn't help to lie about it.

You can be my father. Come on, Daddy.

This seemed like a good idea in Copenhagen. Now I'm not sure...

You'll know when you get your clothes off and come here.

How nice that Ella and Frederik are here.

- They seem to be doing well. - I don't really see that.

You're thinking of the tennis court. That's sorted.

One of the girls knew of a court at The View Hotel.

Frederik and I are going to play tomorrow.

I haven't picked up a racket for ages.

I get to make up for that now. We can also play doubles.

Sleep well.

Forget it, Olga. Mrs Madsen was just lucky.

- Let's go have breakfast. - I can't play like that.

If you call four of clubs, then you're void of clubs.

Not because you have the whole suit. That's just hopeless.

Too bad you can't get a rematch now that you're leaving.

I haven't said anything about when I'm leaving.

- Go ahead. - Aren't you coming?

I'm skipping breakfast to go for a walk.

- Don't you want to eat with Ella? - No, they're eating in their room.

- Good morning. - Are you eating in your room?

- Frederik is. He's pouting. - About what?

His wife is hopeless. Good you're here when he's in that mood.

- We can eat. Amanda is going out. - How boring! We'll eat together.

Good morning, miss. Thank you again for last night.

It was a great pleasure listening to you sing.

- Your father would have been proud. - Thank you, Mr Frigh.

- Please don't cry. - No.

I'm just so touched by your kindness.

- What's going on, Otto? - We were talking about her father.

- He died under woeful circumstances. - Good you could comfort her.

It's hard for you to imagine what that poor girl has gone through.

- I'm telling Hjalmar everything. - Pardon, everything?

That you're the father. It will benefit us all.

- Except for Hjalmar. - Only until he gets over it.

- Hjalmar is a righteous man. - Helene...

- How much sleep did you get tonight? - Not much, but I am completely lucid.

Hjalmar may want a divorce, but then I will marry you.

I know I told you otherwise last summer, but I'm ready now.

Helene... Dear Helene, that is awfully sweet of you...

Have you met someone else?

Hjalmar said you arrived with a young lady.

She's just my student. He only just turned 18.

That's what Hjalmar said, but one can never be sure with you.

How can you think such a thing? No, no.

After you, Helene, my sex life has been out of commission.

But the truth, my dear Helene... is not the solution.

- How come? - You know "The Wild Duck", right?

Young Hedvig is living happily with her parents

until a person in the play suddenly reveals to her

that she isn't her father's daughter, and then... The girl shoots herself.

No, Helene. If people knew the truth about each other,

then we couldn't live together at all.

I know I wind him up, but I can't help myself.

He wants me to shut up and look pretty.

That he takes all the initiative and that I adore him above everything.

I can't do that. I don't think I've ever loved him.

I know what you're thinking.

How can you live with someone you don't love? Let's drop it.

- Let's play croquet. - Shouldn't you be with Frederik?

No, I don't want to do that now.

- How about a game of croquet? - I have tennis with Frederik.

Count me in. But be careful, I'm on a lucky streak.

You did hear how I did last night, right?

- What are you calling the company? - Unified Construction Ltd.

- Isn't that a tad social democratic? - I'm glad to hear you say that.

The party is granting the funds for the social housing project.

The government and council guarantee 80%. He told me so yesterday.

We just need an architect. That Berggren from last year...

- You didn't like him. - I'm not marrying him.

- No, his work. The shoeboxes. - That's what the party wants.

- They love it. What's it called? - Functionalism.

Yes.

An architect and plans... before we even know if we're approved.

- We must spend money to make money. - How much?

We can split the work. I do the calculations, you write the cheque.

Yes?

Are you done with the tray, Dr. Hoffmann?

Oh, it's you? Please come in.

- The room's full of mosquitoes. - I hadn't noticed.

I was bitten all night. Put that down for a minute.

- Give me your hand. - My hand?

You can feel the bite for yourself. No!

You have to feel it.

There are two ways we can do this.

Either we have fun...

...or I tell everyone that I caught you stealing.

You need to work, right?

- Everyone's done eating. - Time for coffee. Get Edith.

- She went up to Dr. Hoffmann. - That's a long time ago.

Edith! What's the matter?

- What happened? - Nothing.

It can't be nothing.

I didn't steal anything if that's what he's saying.

- Who said? - Dr. Hoffmann.

Did he say you were stealing?

He told me to touch him, and then he took my hand.

It really hurt.

- You have to tell Mrs Andersen. - No.

Yes, you have to.

- Is he up there now? - You can't say anything to him.

It will be so unpleasant when he's staying all summer.

- Nothing happened. - No, that's good.

Go have a cup of coffee. It will do you good.

Thank you. Thank you, Mrs Andersen.

He certainly didn't fight it. It could just as well have gone wrong.

Then Edith would been called easy. And the child would be a bastard.

Yes?

Hello, Dr. Hoffmann.

I don't think we've met. I'm Mrs Andersen.

I own the hotel.

A clumsy chamber maid. I would like the linen changed.

So it will be.

There's been a mistake. This room is taken from tonight.

What do you mean? Do we have to change rooms?

Every room is occupied.

We reserved our room from home, so you'll have to move someone else.

I don't have time for this. I have to play tennis at The View.

You might want to ask if they have room.

Our friends are staying here. Count Ditmar and Amanda.

Mr Madsen and his wife.

- I'll fetch Ditmar. - You cannot stay here.

- Not after what you did. - I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

I'll tell you what you told her.

There are two ways we can do this. One is that you leave.

The other is that we get your wife, Count Ditmar and Mr Madsen.

Then Edith can tell what happened.

- You believe the word of a maid? - Yes, every word they say.

It might not be like that in Copenhagen, but it is here.

Knocked over...

- Has Dr. Hoffman left? - Yes.

"Important meeting in Copenhagen." Did he say anything else?

No, he was in a rush.

Blasted. Just as we were going to play tennis. Thank you.

- Do you know where my wife is? - She was going for a long walk.

- Does she know that Hoffman left? - Yes, she left shortly after.

You shouldn't expect her for lunch.

Alright... Well, thank you.

He was too scared to say goodbye to Count Ditmar.

It would have been good to rent the room out.

On top of the fuss with the garden. Would your dad be interested?

In buying the house?

You said he wanted to stop working at the mill.

But my dad...

I'll never get him away from Kærhøj where my mom is buried.

It was just a thought.

You can never go back. Ditmar doesn't need you. I do.

He is in dire need of me in order to keep up appearances.

I feel bad for him when he says that he has to leave for Germany.

Does he sleep with men down there?

He gets so drunk he doesn't remember anything afterwards.

Poor Ditmar.

Ella said I wouldn't understand her living with a man she doesn't love.

That's what I do because I want to spare my parents.

Max...

It was easier before I saw you again. How will I go back?

Don't go back. Stay here with me.

Yes, I will. But first I have to talk to Ditmar.

I'll do it now. Then we'll leave. We can't stay here.

No, but... You don't have to go yet.

Yes, Max, now. Right now while I have the nerve.

- What is it, Ditmar? - Mother just called me.

Father has passed away.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You know what that means. We're the new lords of Frijsenholm.

At the funeral everyone will think,

"How will he ever fill his father's shoes?"

How will I ever do that?

You have to help me.

Help me, Amanda. I can't do it without you.

You had better pack your bags.

I'll go tell Mrs Andersen that we're leaving.

Mathias Hedetoft www.btistudios.com