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Are you a dentist?

I would rather play jazz... Stay here, where you are.

- You know what it's about. - I'm working on something similar.

Borups Allé. Five architects have been invited to compete.

Are those the drawings?

Ditmar and I are getting a divorce. The house and car will be mother's.

- He will continue to pay for a year. - One year?

- Talk to him yourself. - I haven't been unfaithful!

But you wanted a noble son-in-law because you are a snob!

"Dear mr Frigh. I'm sorry for leaving without bidding you goodbye."

- Who is it from? - The factory.

Good morning. Did you sleep well? It's a wonderful day.

The sun shines and you are beautiful, my dear.

I went to the bakery.

Too much champagne?

Yes. I don't remember how we got back home.

Let me remember for us both. Last night was very beautiful.

I'll put on the kettle.

I've put on the kettle. Who are you meeting tonight?

- Gerhard Flügelhorn. - Gerhard?

The film director. He has promised me a part.

- You don't need it. - I lost the part at the theatre.

I mean... You don't need to work now.

I'm here now. I'll look after you.

I'll return to the hotel and tell Alice everything.

She will be surprised that it has come so far, but she will understand.

- Pardon, what was that? - I'm taking the ferry to Aalborg.

- So I can reach the hotel tomorrow. - You're leaving.

- Yes. - Well, that's probably for the best.

Hello, mr Frigh. Do you want to speak to her?

Your wife is in the room. I can go fetch her.

I'll tell her.

- Was the call for me? - Unfortunately not, mr Weyse.

When my call comes, I'll be in my room.

Yes?... Good.

Hello, mrs Frigh. Your husband just telephoned.

- Is he on the line? - No, he has reached Aalborg.

- Aalborg? Is Otto in Aalborg? - Yes, he will be here this afternoon.

Well... Thank you. That's good news.

Leslie and Bertha! Father is coming!

- Is he? - He's coming to take us home.

- Is your husband returning? - Yes, he is picking us up.

Father is coming! Father is coming! Father is coming!

Quiet! I can't hear the telephone!

They are excited. Their father is picking us up.

- Mr Frigh is coming back. - But they are going home tomorrow.

- Yes. Mrs Frigh was very happy. - What about this?

- Yes. - Do pigs eat porridge?

- Yes, they eat everything. - Shall I take it over?

No, you stay here. I'll take it over.

I'll do it straight away. Will you pack the rest up?

- I'll be back in a minute. - Just take your time.

- She is very pleased with those pigs. - It's Fie's father.

- Is something going on? - I don't think so.

- She's there all the time. - Yes. Because of the pigs.

You see lovers everywhere.

Where's Philip? He hasn't left, has he?

- No. - Good. I brought breakfast.

Mrs Andersen's bread, still warm, and marmalade, cheese and eggs.

- What is it? - Nothing. Strange to see you here.

- You won't come to me. - Last I did, I was told off.

You deserved it. But now you are working with my father.

That must be difficult for you. It's your way of apologizing.

Isn't it?

- Did you say where you were going? - Yes.

- Are we official? - I only told miss Fie.

- So we are still playing the game. - They can't know till later.

- Ditmar left days ago. - He's returning today.

With the divorce papers. I need to discuss the flat with him.

He must give it to me. Five rooms centrally in Copenhagen.

One can view the whole city. Will you live there with me?

- Hello, Philip. - Any mail for the neighbours?

- What is that lovely smell? - Mrs Andersen's bread.

- Did the postman come? - Yes.

- Damn. - Are you expecting something?

- The competition was yesterday. - It won't be me.

- Maybe they wrote Copenhagen. - I gave this address.

I spent all summer on something which is no good.

I needed that job! I'm broke.

- I could get a job. - You?

What job? As daddy's girl or countess?

How about some fresh coffee?

- They grow quickly. - It's all the good scraps.

Soon they'll be as rotund as the hotel guests.

That one will be ready by Christmas.

We'll breed the dam in a month, then she'll farrow after New Year.

They'll be ready when you reopen. We need a good boar.

We might ask the farmhand on the big farm.

- He has been after my girls. - Then he'll know the business.

- Auch! - Is something the matter?

- Tooth ache. - He says it's nothing.

Typical. He probably had it for a long time.

- I'll make a carnation poultice. - Ginger might help.

- Perhaps we should try that. - Or chamomile flowers.

If Fie's father has a genuine tooth ache, flowers won't work.

Why not call Jesper? The musician at Hotel Udsigten.

- What, to play at Fie's father? - He's a dentist.

- Isn't he, Fie? - Let's not bother him.

Why not?

I don't want him looking at my teeth. A jazz musician.

- Who's the wine for? - Mrs Frigh.

In the morning?

- Thank you, miss. - What a good idea.

- Isn't it? Cheers. - Cheers.

- When is your husband coming? - This afternoon.

- You'll escape the train journey. - I would have managed.

- I have miss Malling. - Yes, of course.

It's strange. Otto has been downcast all summer.

As if everything was too much. Both the children and... me.

That seems unlikely. When he's picking you up.

No... No, you are right.

Have you been picking mushrooms?

- No. - We are enjoying the last day.

Do you want a glass? My husband is coming for me.

As is yours, your mother says. We are lucky.

Yes.

- One last walk? - Yes, we won't leave till tomorrow.

Too bad we didn't see your son this year. Did they go to Austria?

They had meant to stay the month but have returned now.

- It was too uncomfortable. - Yes, the heat...

No, the tone against Jews. Sibylle's family is Jewish, and now Adam too.

A man in the street tore his kippa off and spat in his face.

- Surely not. - They are now back in Uppsala.

They have suggested that I go there to extend the summer.

- You didn't tell me. - No, because I'm not going.

- Why not? - Well, I'd better...

He just fell asleep.

Why not go to Sweden, since they invited you?

You shouldn't return alone.

You don't need to take care of me any longer.

Oh dear... Was he upset, the little one?

- Was it a tough night? - Yes. I didn't sleep much.

- You should have woken me. - It wasn't him, it was me.

- Are you unwell? - No, I don't know why.

- Rest, I'll take him for a walk. - Will you?

Come to your father. Come on, darling.

We'll go for a walk and then mother can rest up.

Yes...

Yes? Oh, it's only you. I thought it was the telephone.

- I must speak with you. - Honestly, Helene.

It's very bad timing. I'm expecting a call from the theatre.

Today is the day. I don't know how it'll end up.

If they fire me... Without the theatre I'm nothing.

Without parts I'm an empty shell. If I knew who sent the letter...

- What if Hjalmar sent it? - He didn't.

What if he heard it after all.

He couldn't have. We tried being on either side of the wall.

- You heard nothing. - And if I lied?

- Did you lie? - Yes.

- I heard every word. - So you think it's Hjalmar?

Yes, but I pick anything up. He is so kind.

How can be so with that knowledge? Who did I marry?

If he can do such a thing to you, what about me?

Is he waiting for our return? I have been awake all night.

There, there, there. We must be calm.

- How often did he go to room 11? - Once, maybe twice a week.

How likely is it that he was there when Kitty and I were talking?

- Yes, you are right. - Of course.

You can't pick anything up from him because he doesn't know.

- Yes. - Yes.

- Yes... It's probably just me. - Yes.

- I will try to get some sleep. - Yes, do that.

Are you sitting here?

Lunch is very soon.

Being a bit tipsy in the morning is delightful.

- Lie down with me? - He hasn't won.

Berggren. I just spoke to Amanda.

He hasn't heard from them.

How sad. Won't you come here?

- We can make it before lunch. - The people who gave me the loan...

Something is wrong. It's as if all doors are shut.

I feel as if I'm being strangled. What shall we do?

We have Ditmar. He's paying for the next year.

Let go of all that. Let's enjoy the last day.

We can't solve the problems without relaxing.

I can't breathe.

Sweet, little man, Georg. Come lie down.

Calm down, Georg. Is this better? Lunch will be very soon.

- Then we'll meet Ditmar. - I can't handle it.

If I have died when you return, bury me with my mother.

I'll try to remember that.

- Isn't my father-in-law coming? - He is resting.

- Is something the matter? - He's just tired.

- How is your mother? - Well. She sends her regards.

- How nice of her. - She is sorry about this too.

- As are we all. - I have drawn up the documents.

Give a copy to my father-in-law.

How formal. Let's sit down.

As we agreed... The financial agreement will continue for a year.

And your house, car and furnishings will be put in your name.

- A year from when? - From today, I thought.

How about from when the divorce is finalized?

- She is like her father. - Then let's say so.

And the flat?

- I'll keep it. - Why?

- So I'll have a place in town. - You'll live with Berggren.

The flat is the only thing I have chosen.

You can so easily find something else. I can't.

- I didn't want this. - I know.

I met mrs Fjeldsø, when I came. She gave me a funny look.

I thought we agreed that the guests should know nothing.

Sit down. I promised that no one should know, including mrs Fjeldsø.

She always gives funny looks. She won't admit that she is near sighted.

- Well... - What do we do with the flat?

I have decided to go to Uppsala after all.

I think that you should join me.

- I... I wasn't invited. - That is of no consequence.

They will be happy to see you. The flat is enormous.

- And you have never been to Uppsala. - It sounds very nice.

But the season in "The Spiritualist Society" starts.

- Is that important? - Yes, Olga!

Are you visiting your grandchild?

- Yes. - The youngest is a year and a half.

She is already running around.

Cake?

- You are back, mr Frigh. - Yes.

- Do you know where my wife is? - She is... out.

- Where? - Walking with the twins.

- It might take them a while. - Thank you.

Mr Frigh is back. I almost revealed it all.

- What do you mean? - They are making surprises for him.

- How is your father? - Ginger isn't helping.

He let me see the tooth. It is loose.

- It looks unpleasant. - Call that man Jesper.

Maybe you ought to, Fie.

- Is it you? - Yes. Apologies for barging in.

- I need your advice. - What about?

It is a delicate matter. Could we step inside?

- Of course. - Much obliged.

- Would you... Please. - Yes.

Yes, well...

Yes, Weyse... You were married three times, right?

Yes.

- And inherently thrice divorced. - Yes, inherently.

- Might I ask, how did you handle it? - Handle what?

Telling your wives that it was over.

You see, I have no experience in the matter-

- and suddenly I find myself in the same situation.

- Are you leaving your wife? - Yes, I met someone else.

You might as well know, as you are partly responsible.

- Me? - Yes. You already know who it is.

- Kitty. - Kitty... Hansen?

Yes, Kitty. My little angel. Adorable Kitty.

When I see her before me, I know that it's the right thing to do.

Mr Frigh. It's my duty to tell you...

How to put it. Once you get to know her...

I beg your pardon. I believe I know her better than you do.

Yesterday beautiful things occurred between us.

When you say "beautiful things", you don't mean...?

Yes. That is the way of it, Weyse.

Could I show you a little something?

It's a ruby.

Do you think she will like it?

It can't have cost more than an actress' annual income.

So you think she will like it.

You see... It's my engagement gift.

How are you?

Ditmar sends his regards. The meeting went well.

A lawyer will arrange it.

Amanda extended the period, so don't pout.

- Shut up. - You aren't dead.

What a relief.

- What's the matter with you? - What?

The prime minister didn't think my proposal ambitious enough.

When I attach myself to Berggren, he doesn't win the competition.

And I have borrowed dearly from people I don't know who are!

And you ask me what is the matter! Are you sunstruck?

Thank you. Now you ruined my mood too.

Then you'll feel better.

- Amanda? - I brought cakes.

- Lovely. Did you hear that? - No news?

- No, unfortunately. - Has Ditmar left?

- No. He stays until tomorrow. - You sleep together.

We have done so for a year without it making any difference.

- But I got the flat. - It's too bourgeois for me.

- What do you mean? - I design flats for the workers.

Two rooms, where having a bathroom is lucky.

Is it because it was Ditmar's? We never lived there.

We moved to Frijsenholm when his father took ill.

You are like my father. He went to bed out of anger that you didn't win.

- Truly? - My mother is handfeeding him.

- It's ridiculous. - I'm taking a walk.

Shall I join you?

Open a little wider.

- Do you know about these things? - Yes, calm down.

Fie tells me that you play music.

- That's true. - Then how can you be a dentist?

I play and I am a dentist. Open as wide as you can.

- Is this the one? - Damn it!

- That tooth must go. - It's not going anywhere.

It's fine. You go back to your orchestra.

- It'll pass. - Maybe I was wrong.

Can I have another look?

Yes, a bit further...

What on earth are you doing?

- Damn it! - No need for swearing.

- He took it! - You would have swallowed it tonight.

- The gum needs disinfecting. - No!

- It's mrs Andersen's aquavit. - For rinsing your mouth.

- You may spit it out. - I don't spit out aquavit.

By the way... You had better get this back.

Mrs Andersen's sugar tongs.

When you called... I thought you wanted to hear me play.

- I haven't had the time. - Tonight is the last time.

- It's our last night too. - I shall have to think of you.

- Thank you for helping. - I'd always help you.

- You are hard to ask out. - Are you eavesdropping?

- Are you thinking of the other one? - Who?

- Morten. - How you gab, father.

I'm not gabbing, I'm asking. Oh no...

- Your wife said I could come in. - She's not my wife.

I rent the rooms from her. What do you want?

A minor thing. It was important to you that the loan was anonymous.

- I hope it remains so. - Of course.

But people back in Hjørring are interested in my clients.

- Who? - It's unclear.

It seems to lead back to the county mayor.

The county mayor and mr Madsen are old acquaintances.

- So you think Madsen is behind it? - It might be a coincidence.

- Are there any letters between us? - They won't burgle my office.

So you have kept the letters. How incautious. They must go.

- Do you understand me? - Yes, of course.

- Did Berggren appreciate the flat? - We didn't discuss it.

- Have you stayed in here? - Yes. Or they'll ask after you.

I won't leave again.

Are you thinking of how to break it to Bruun and Hjørting?

I have postponed the meeting.

They elected me because they saw us as the new count and countess.

- You will find love some day. - It sounds easy.

- Philip often talks of you. - May I be excused such talk?

What happened last summer was nothing.

- Nothing! - I'm sorry I mentioned it.

Come here... Come.

- There you are, Alice. - It's sweet of you to come here.

- There was no other way. - It is very dear of you.

Alice...

- Children! - Look what we have, father!

- Your favourite. - Pancakes.

They picked the berries for the marmalade themselves.

- Sit down, Otto. - Yes... Yes.

- You can eat, father. - Thank you, Bertha.

Do you know what it says here?

Swedenborg has a house in Stockholm. Maybe you should go there.

He would find that strange. I don't know him.

Emanuel Swedenborg, the spiritualist.

He died 150 years ago. His house is at Skansen in Stockholm.

- Is it? - Very interesting.

They say one can sense him quite forcefully there.

- You haven't been there? - No.

If you were to come to Uppsala-

- we could stop in Stockholm on the way to see it.

- No, it's your family, Olga. - Adam is busy at university.

Sibylle has her young friends, and...

My God, Lydia. Must I really beg and entreat you to come.

I'm left with the Swedish servants-

- and I don't understand what they say.

Now what, Helene?

Hjalmar has taken Severin to see the girls.

I saw this on his bedside table. An article about you.

About me? It's from when I was doing "The Harem Night".

If I lose my job at the theatre... I won't do movies again.

It says that your father is Charles.

Father... It mentions him?

Charles Edward... Hjalmar found this magazine in the living room.

It's open to this article. He knows your father's name.

I told him I chose it for Severin after Dickens. He has found it out.

Everything fits. He heard you and Kitty-

- and sent the letter as a revenge.

All the while he pretends. I can't bear it!

- What do you mean? - I'll talk to him.

- And ruin your marriage? - I'm married to a monster.

- Yes? - Telephone for you, mr Weyse.

I'm in the middle of a conversation. Take a message.

- It's the call you were waiting for. - The theatre!

The election campaign in Germany is in its second week.

The result is unpredictable.

There is no doubt who displays the most energy.

Mr Hitler. He traverses the great realm by train-

- to address the people...

- Turn it off, Hjalmar. - One moment.

- ...in Rhineland and Bavaria... - Turn it off!

...mr Hitler and mr Goebbels agitate for change...

- Is something the matter? - You know that very well.

A smear campaign has been run against me.

I have a right to know who by!

Who is it?

Him?

So not a departmental secretary from the Ministry of Education?

Are you certain? My God...

Why is it a problem that I'm kind to you?

Why? You want me to humiliate myself by saying it.

If that is what you want, I shall.

Yes?

Might I have a word with your wife?

- My wife? Yes, of course. - Not now. I'm talking to my husband.

It's important that I give you a short, private message.

- That will have to wait. - It's very important.

Of course you may hear it, it's not private like that.

- Would you care to come in? - Thank you.

Well... I have involved your wife a bit in the terrible smear campaign-

- against me which means I'm unwanted at the theatre.

I haven't heard about it.

- Haven't you? - I don't think you mentioned it.

You know nothing about an anonymous letter sent to the theatre-

- nor who sent it?

No, how could he know? I was only just told.

- It was my colleague Sophus Poulsen. - Your colleague?

Yes. He sent it.

Probably jealous that I got the best parts.

It's incredible what jealousy can destroy.

Do you feel unwell, Helene? Come... Sit down.

Rest, my dear. I will look in on Severin. I beg your pardon, mr Weyse.

Will the theatre rescind their dismissal of you?

Not quite. I must take one year of forced leave.

- How unreasonable. - They asked the young ladies, and...

One spoke against me. Miss Kitty Hansen.

- You met her. - Did she claim that she and you...?

Pure fiction, of course.

But as you say. What jealousy might lead to...

I must say that I also saw a rather fast side of miss Kitty.

The other day, as I was resting in room 11-

- I suddenly heard miss Kitty through the wall suggest-

- that you and my wife were to have had...

No, I can't make myself say it.

But that the relationship should have had the result that Severin...

- No! - I'm ashamed to mention it.

No. But then you must have heard me denying it?

Of course.

Well, well... That woman, Kitty Hansen.

I was told of her latest whim.

Today she got engaged to a younger man she only just met.

Kitty Hansen...

Let's wash our hands, children. Then we'll eat.

- My God, Frigh... - Frigh?

Yes, pardon me. It's just one more marriage.

- What do you mean? - Nothing. Is mrs Frigh back?

- Mrs Frigh? - I'll ask downstairs. Pardon me!

Hello?

- You liked the pancakes, didn't you? - Yes.

But you asked the children to leave.

It was because I wished to be alone with you.

Alice, I know that I haven't been here for you and the children-

- as I ought to this summer. But...

Hello, mrs Frigh. Could I have a word with your husband?

- Yes, come in? - I need some private advice.

Man to man. Do you have the time, Frigh?

- Can it wait? - It had better not.

Well, then...

You haven't spoken to your wife yet?

- I was just about to. - Thank God!

- Miss Kitty just got engaged. - What are you saying?

- Engaged. - You must be mistaken.

I heard it from a reliable source. The theatre manager.

He said it happened today. The film director Gerhard Flügelhorn.

I don't know him, he's a younger man.

Oh God...

But...

- She looks like an angel, but... - Yes...

An angel.

There were moments with Kitty, when...

I felt young again.

I'm grateful to her for them.

There are times when you... are happier with who you were-

- than who you are.

Very true, old boy.

- Lazarus has risen from the dead. - Shut up, I need to piss.

- Are you better, Madsen? - Why are you sitting here?

We were just talking about how time flies.

Hello, mrs Madsen. Is your husband about?

There you are. Good news. I just received a telegram.

Mr Berggren and mr Dupont are here. Mr Madsen ordered champagne.

- Wasn't he unwell? - He's better. I'll get it.

- What's the basket for? - I promised Fie's father some food.

- Shall I take it over? - No need, I can do it myself.

- Thank you very much. - And some coffee.

- Can they spare you? - Yes, the guests have eaten.

My girls can take care of it. Soon there'll be no need of me.

Surely not?

- How did the chewing go? - It was fine.

- It was lucky that he was around. - I think he fancies Fie.

- I haven't noticed. - Yes...

But I don't think she's interested in him.

- I think it's Morten, still. - Yes, maybe.

You had a special relationship with Morten. Fie told me so.

I didn't know she told you about it.

Not many know, not even Morten.

You mean something else.

I just understood from Fie that you and Morten got along well.

If he had trouble, he would come to you.

I don't mean to pry, I never would.

It shall be no secret to you. Morten is my son.

But he doesn't know.

- Shouldn't he be told? - No, it's too late.

It's much too late.

- How did it go? - Most went to bed.

They drank a lot of champagne.

There's only a few left, so I told the others to go up.

That sounds good.

Mr Weyse went to hear the music at Hotel Udsigten.

- Maybe you should go there too. - Me?

- I'll see to the last guests. - You don't need to. I'll stay.

- Then goodnight. - Goodnight.

I'm telling you. This is only the beginning.

The social democrats have no clue of the fox they've let in.

Once I get started, there's no stopping me. Right?

- Yes, father-in-law. - Stop calling me that, we all know.

There, Georg, time for bed.

Therese, you are a lovely old bird. You are all lovely.

Amanda and Berggren and Dupont and Ditmar, you are so lovely.

- Let's go to sleep. - No sleep when you are so lovely.

- Wait till you are alone. - Come on.

Well done, my boy.

Your father really were in good spirit.

- I'll say goodnight too. - Goodnight.

- It's late. I'll go up too. - I'll be right up.

- Goodnight, mr Berggren. - Goodnight.

It's a beautiful evening.

I'll go for a swim. Would you care to join me?

- I don't have a swimming suit. - You don't need one.

- Swimming by moonlight is great. - I can imagine.

- Some other time. - Come, if you change your mind.

Hey...

- What is the plan tomorrow? - Ditmar takes us to the train.

I'm sorry. I've been stupid today.

Yes.

- The flat, Max... - We can live very well in mine.

I won't do that. I will live in my own flat and get a job.

If you will join me, it'll be nice. Otherwise, I'll live there by myself.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Are you not going to bed? - I'm not tired.

- I'll go for a swim. - Do I have to come?

- No, I'll be quiet when I return. - Goodnight, then.

Goodnight. Sleep well.

Auch! Come on in, lads.

It looks as if everyone has gone to bed. Will it be OK?

Yes. This isn't Hotel Udsigten.

I was still very young

when mother had to depart

I went from brother to mother for my sister, it was hard

But I remember mother said during the final wait

Take care of the little cur never abandon her

But the... One, two, three, four! Maggidudi, Maggidudi, Maggida...

Maggidudi and me went for a walk..

I'll... Where did the trumpet go?

- He left with the pretty maid. - Oh, young people.

Maggidudi, Maggidudi...

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