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Morten and Fie are leasing out the hotel. Why don't we take it?

I'll deal with the guests, Ditmar with the finances, and you can cook.

- I just want to stay with you. - I feel the same way.

With a Danish birth certificate he can travel to Sweden.

- Did your father think of that? - He's a sheep in wolf's clothing.

- Great artists are ageless. - Really? Cheers!

- Good morning, Mr. Weyse. - Did you sleep well?

- Good morning. - Good morning. You're up early.

- We'll have the beach to ourselves. - And needn't wear much.

Oh. You're up.

- Did anyone see you? - Everyone is asleep.

- Aren't we on a first name basis? - Yes.

I've made a decision. I'm going to tell my mother.

She'll find out anyway when you come with me to Copenhagen.

The whole business with the factory will be easier with you there.

Did you write to your fellow at home?

- No. Not yet. - Why not?

Are you having doubts again? You are. Your face gives you away.

No! I just can't stand the thought of making him unhappy.

So what do we do?

- I don't know. - When you know, let me know.

- Good morning. - You're looking chipper.

- I didn't sleep well. - You can start serving.

Was Morten mad that I declined?

- No. Why should he be? - I'm just glad that he asked me.

- It's not that I don't like it here. - We know, but you have young children.

- Hasn't Mr. Weyse come back yet? - He's with Jesper and his band.

He called four days ago from Hj�rring.

- Many young people enjoy their music. - How nice for Mr. Weyse.

Good morning. I won't take a coffee break with you today.

Mrs. Molin wants to practice. But she says it's the last time.

- Then you can relax. - I'd like to help if you need it.

- No, Otilia. You're a guest here. - I know...

It might not be easy being a guest when you used to be an employee.

The missus is back. Who did you scare the daylights out of today?

Therese and Mrs. Frigh go skinny-dipping every morning.

Now you're warned.

Your husband just got a call from Germany.

Mr. Fischer said the party approved us to do construction work.

He's coming here today. We'll have champagne. I hope you'll join us.

Thank you. I'd love to. Congratulations.

- I'll go down for breakfast. - I'll come too.

- Hold on a minute, Georg. - We'll be down, Molin.

- I was joking about skinny-dipping. - Didn't you give up working in Germany?

Didn't you hear what Vera said about what they did to Robert?

He has to hide at Mrs. Andersen's. He was in a concentration camp!

- For a reason! - Only because he's Jewish.

Or a criminal. What do we know?

I'm sick of people putting down Germans. I won't listen to it.

Go and have your breakfast.

Don't count on me celebrating with your Mr. Fischer.

He's driving all the way from Germany. You could at least be polite.

- Are you going to breakfast? - No, for a walk.

To see Robert? You're there all the time.

- I don't know about that. - He seems like a nice man.

I just supply him with books.

There's a very good review of Arve Myhre's book in the paper.

Tom Kristensen wrote it. Listen. "A tale of destiny in the Gothic style.

Arve Myhre can certainly write.

With 'In the Darkness Everything is Clear' he is a new strong voice -

- in Danish literature." Isn't that marvelous?

- And you suggested publishing it. - They just asked me to read it.

I'm sure they'll use you again. I just told Vera about the good review.

- May we come in for a minute? - Yes.

I just received Robert's birth certificate.

- Really? - Yes, he just said so.

- Now he'll be considered Danish. - He can go to Sweden.

Rather today than tomorrow. There's no point in dragging it out.

No, but he'll need money.

- Done. - Mrs. Fjelds� heard from his sister.

She sent Danish and Swedish currency, so he can get to Uppsala.

Vera, you're going to see him, so you can give it to him.

How nice for him to go to his sister's at long last.

I have a suggestion, Molin. You're welcome to decline.

- I know you're a busy man. - Yes, but what did you have in mind?

- How about being on the board? - Of your new German branch?

Hell no. Of the whole company.

- It sounds like quite a mouthful. - You'll be paid handsomely.

- I promise. - You know me, Mr. Madsen.

Money hardly interests me.

- Ha! That's why you're a stockbroker. - It wasn't what I wanted.

- It was my father's choice. - What do you say?

- Thanks, I will. - That's the ticket!

I can tell that this is the beginning of a long friendship.

- So can I. - They look like boys up to no good.

I'd better go upstairs, so poor Ditmar can have breakfast.

- It's a silly game. - At least you're sharing a room.

I know. I'm not complaining.

I thought you wouldn't come down.

I just want to say that last night -

- isn't something I regret. I don't.

Can we talk when I come to clean your room?

I just got the catalog for the tobacco exhibition in Copenhagen.

- They forgot our new pipe tobacco. - Blue Boy?

What? Oh, that was your suggestion.

It was too twee. How do you like Frigh's Blend?

- Does it matter what I think? - Now you're offended.

It's catchy. "A packet of Frigh's please." Isn't it?

- Yes. - Why isn't it in the catalog?

- I'll have to call Bertelsen. - Don't forget to give him hell.

I wouldn't dream of it. But I must point out mistakes.

And so will you when you're in the saddle.

- I can take the bus. - No, I'll drive you to Frederikshavn.

The ferry leaves at 7 p.m., so we'll make it if we leave at 2 p.m.

- Are you coming, Grandpa? - I'm on my way, Emma.

Those damned skittles will be the death of me.

- It's come about so suddenly. - Yes.

I'll miss our talks. You almost made me forget it all.

Don't forget this.

Thank you. I enjoyed it. What's that?

We talked about what inspired Arve Myhre.

May I? Edgar Allan Poe.

I thought of someone else. Do sit down.

- Don't you need to pack? - Pack?

- Oh. Sorry. - It won't take a moment.

We have time. Sit down.

It's 'Seven Gothic Tales' by Karen Blixen.

Some of the themes are similar, aren't they?

Knowing that we should seek happiness and not realizing it till it's too late.

- That's life sometimes. - Not always. Luckily.

Right. Tell me about this.

- Are you back, Mr. Weyse? - Yes. Alive and kicking. Well, almost.

- Did my wife call? - No.

No? That's wonderful.

Well, I suppose she's been busy.

Could you bring me some shaving water and breakfast -

- if it isn't too late?

Certainly. Mrs. Molin has asked for you every day.

- Thank you, little Edith. - We'll bring you food and water.

Thank you. And a headache powder if you have some.

Yes.

- Jesper? - Where is he?

If you mean Mr. Weyse, he went upstairs.

- Do you want some breakfast too? - What? No thanks.

Mr. Weyse is back. He asked for shaving water and breakfast.

- Will you take care of it, Nana? - Yes.

Jesper is here too, just so you know.

If he asks for me, will you tell him I'm not here?

- Are you sure? - Yes, Edith.

Thank you, friend. I don't know what I was thinking.

Perhaps about a redhead named Charlotte.

What? No, no, no. There's nothing between us.

- Nothing like that. - Then it's her friend Louise?

- Not at all! - They were fun to talk to.

To talk to? Yes, very nice. But you soon discover -

- how inexperienced they are. You run out of serious subjects of conversation.

Yes, neither of them had seen your films.

Now you should go home. How will you get there?

The boys will pick me up. We're playing in L�kken if you're interested.

- I'm not. - The young ladies are coming.

Give them my regards. I want to enjoy being with my old friends here.

- And pretend none of it happened. - Goodbye, Jesper.

Safe journey.

If the old folks' home is a bore, you know where to find us.

- Are you just going to sit there? - We're in hiding.

Mind your crossword puzzle.

A blanket over your knees and you'd look like an old married couple.

I just talked to Mrs. Andersen about leasing the hotel.

- Fantasist. Seven letters. - Amanda.

- That's only six. - Dreamer.

- Thank you. - Did you hear me?

Mrs. Andersen said I should write to Morten, so I will.

I have a message for Count Ditmar. Your mother is on her way here.

- Here? - She'll be here this afternoon.

That's just what we need! You'll have to move back into the radio room.

- My father is having a meeting there. - Let's put your things in the closet.

- Give me a hand. - Panic. Six letters.

Ditmar.

- Jesper is gone. - Did he ask about me?

Not at all. Don't worry.

Who's that?

- Oh. Is it your turn? - Yes. Today it's me.

Sorry.

- Nana usually does the room. - She has a visitor from home.

Her boyfriend. He's based in Aalborg, but just got leave.

What luck!

- Is this your room? - It is.

All to yourself?

Our cook just got a job in Aalborg -

- so Edith, who you just met, has her room.

Anders, I have to help make lunch.

She said you could leave. Sit down a minute.

I have two days' leave.

- Maybe I could spend the night here. - I don't know.

Some of us are being assigned to Haderslev.

- In case of war. - Why would that happen?

Some people say it will. Then you never know what will happen.

That's why I brought you something.

You shouldn't have bought it.

I didn't use any of my savings. Let's see if it fits.

No, Anders.

- Don't you like it? - It's not that.

It's...

I'm sorry, Anders.

But I can't get engaged.

Why not?

Something happened.

Did you meet someone?

But I don't even know if he's the one.

Well...

... that's it then.

Anders, wait.

- I thought you weren't like that. - I'm not.

Please stay.

I have to help out with lunch.

I'll bring you some. Come and sit down again.

Don't leave until we've finished talking about this.

- Yes? - I hear you're back.

- Are you unwell? - No, I'm just cooling off.

I talked to Konradsen. It's all sorted now.

That's nice. What's sorted?

I'll be in the play even if you aren't.

No!

- I'm so happy for you, Mrs. Molin. - Otilia and I practiced all summer.

- I was afraid I was wasting my time. - But you weren't.

- Now that you'll be in it. - I can't wait!

- Who is playing Petruchio? - One of your friends.

- And who is that? - Sophus Poulsen.

- You can't be serious. - Konradsen says he's excellent.

I'm sorry that you got involved in this game.

Konradsen chose Sophus Poulsen just to annoy me and in the hope -

- that I'll regret my decision. He knows a ham when he sees one.

- Sophus Poulsen? - My mortal enemy!

I had no idea. You can still change your mind.

As I told you, I can't go on stage. I can't!

- I thought your stage fright was cured. - I need to take a long break.

Otherwise the audience will think, "Weyse was the one that froze."

Can't the rest of us on stage hold their attention?

What? Yes, of course.

I'm exhausted and worn out. I need to rest.

Then I'll go to the Skaw. Mr. Poulsen is said to be there.

- August? What are you doing? - Waiting for you.

You can't just barge in here. I'm going to the Skaw.

Mr. Madsen offered me a seat on the board of his company.

So I'll be leaving the board of my father-in-law's company -

- and I'll leave my wife.

- That's a lot to do in one go. - Alma, I mean it.

Not once you've thought about it. Off you go.

- I have to call the driver. - I can take you.

Bye, August.

You're reading the review again. It's good, isn't it?

How did it go over there? You're here too, Amanda.

- Yes. Here I am. - Amanda knows about Robert.

I didn't know that. Has he gone?

- Mrs. Andersen's husband is taking him. - That's nice.

Was it very sad saying goodbye? After all the time you've spent together?

I already told you...

Lunchtime!

- Coming? - I'm not hungry.

- What? - Why did she ask if it was sad?

You know Mrs. Ploug. She imagines things just because I visited him.

For once I met someone who shares my interests.

- That's all there is to it. - Right.

But when you feel that way, it's a shame that it's over.

- I can't do anything about it. - You could take him to Frederikshavn.

You could talk to him. It would be nice. Take my car.

Vera, stop being so strange. Can't you be normal just for once?

A toast. My wife and I would like to congratulate us all.

Congratulations, ma'am. It's a big day for your husband.

Yes, so he says.

I'd like to say a few words.

A toast to your foresight.

Your foresight and enterprise.

That's what created your company.

I'm grateful that I can play an insignificant part in this adventure.

Cheers and thank you, Molin.

And thank you for coming all the way up here.

I thought it only fitting, considering what I have to say now.

I'm afraid I can't be your branch manager in Germany.

- What? Why not? - I'm sorry.

I should have known... I can't be approved by the party.

- We're already approved. - You are. I'm not.

- I'm not a member. - Of the Nazi Party?

- I thought everyone was. - Many foreigners think so.

- But only a minority of people are. - Isn't it just a formality?

- You can become a member. - It's out of the question.

- Why? - It's a matter of conscience.

- What do you mean? - I don't agree with their politics.

You're building for the party, but you don't agree their politics?

When Mr. Molin contacted me about working with you -

- I hoped I could come here and work when the vacation resort was finished.

I should have been clearer on that point.

- Yes, you should. - I apologize.

I'll have to find someone who'll do me a favor and join the party.

Have a good trip, Mr. Fischer.

Mr. Madsen? Mr. Madsen?

If I had known he wasn't a member... It never occurred to me.

We can find someone with the right credentials. I'm sure of it.

If you have time, we could talk in my room.

Miss, get the champagne in the radio room.

- Put it in Room 1. - Yes, Mr. Madsen.

I won't let him swig my champagne!

- This is a good idea. - It was my sister's.

Then it's good your sister had this idea.

Karen Blixen wrote 'Seven Gothic Tales' under a male pseudonym.

Isak Dinesen. I wonder if the same is true of Arve Myhre.

If you think I wrote it, I already told...

I know.

Is something wrong with the car? You keep it in second gear.

- I'm not used to driving. - I would never have guessed.

- You're sweet. - Because I can't drive?

No. In every way.

- Should I change gears now? - Give it a try.

- You have a visitor from home. - He left.

- Already? - He was upset.

So were you.

- Come up to my room. - I can't talk about it right now.

There you are. I got hold of Bertelsen.

He explained why the tobacco wasn't in the catalog. I got it included.

- I have to do everything myself. - And that's how you get your way.

- Come in. - Can I stay here for a while?

- I was thrown out. - Of course you can.

Mother-in-law is here. We saw her aristocratic car from the window.

Yes?

- Hello, my boy. - Already?

I didn't expect you till later. How nice.

Since you won't come to Frijsenholm...

I don't hear from you when you're in Denmark.

I called Paris and asked where your mail was being forwarded to.

Bravo, Mother. Your French has improved.

Bien s�r. Where is Mr. Dupont?

Edith said that all the rooms were taken.

And that you let Mr. Dupont stay in yours.

Yes. But it was too crowded to share a room with a stranger.

- I don't know where he's staying. - We ordered coffee.

- We? Did you bring Misty and Wilhelm? - No. I have a surprise.

- Mr. Bruun! - Count Ditmar!

- It's been ages. - Shall we sit down?

Yes.

- Is someone going to serve us? - I said we could manage.

This is where we were sitting when Mr. Hj�rting suggested -

- God rest his soul, that you become a member of parliament.

We hoped you'd serve several terms.

I won't hold it against you. Democracy is a mistaken theory.

- That wasn't why I left. - We know why you left.

How's that?

You're a homophile and live with a man.

- I beg your pardon! - Your mother confided in me.

- Don't worry. It'll be a family secret. - A family secret?

Preben and I are getting married.

We hope we have your consent.

- It's not for me to say. - But you're the lord of the manor.

Although we never see you.

Perhaps it would be wise to pass on the estate now.

- How? - Wilhelm will inherit it someday.

He's six.

He'll need a guardian, and Preben is willing.

I'd be happy to. You don't have to decide right now.

After our coffee, your mother will show me the beach.

- But now we want to hear about Paris. - We do.

- Hello again. - Hello.

- Hansen. CID. - Right! Did Mr. Skovgaard escape again?

No. He's back in the hospital.

- I'm here to talk to Mrs. Fjelds�. - The criminal investigation department?

A few weeks ago, you tried to help a Robert Hertz enter the country.

That's what I've been told. You offered him your apartment.

- You did, Olga. - And you are?

Her sister. Robert is the brother of Olga's daughter-in-law.

I don't know him at all. I saw him for the first time at the airport.

He was refused admittance and sent to Neuengamme.

- He's not there anymore. - We know nothing about it.

- He fled to Denmark. - How do you know?

The driver of the truck is known to us. He's a bit of shady character.

He told us who was in the truck to get a reduced sentence.

Since his sister lives in Sweden, coming to you for help seemed obvious.

- We haven't seen him. - I'm asking Mrs. Fjelds�.

Before you answer, let me say that I'd understand if you helped him.

But protecting an illegal refugee is a crime.

Mr. Detective, as we said...

Let your sister answer.

As my sister said, we haven't seen him.

I thought we should include Amanda.

- Stop it, Lydia. - The birth certificate is useless now.

The police are probably staking out the ferry.

And they'll come back here, and we'll have lied to the authorities.

- Haven't you left yet? - I can't get hold of the driver.

The man I'm to meet must be thinking that I'm a terrible person.

- Shall I drive you? - No thanks.

Excuse me, August? Would you?

- I'd do anything for you. - No, just drive me to the Skaw.

- You won't make it back for dinner. - I'll eat there.

- We could dine together. - I'm meeting someone.

Right. So you said. Then I'll just wait.

- Oh, it's you. - I see you finished the champagne.

- Where have you been? - For a long walk.

What's wrong?

You said that not going to the meeting would be impolite.

- That was before I knew... - You're the one who's impolite.

You could've asked why he disagrees with the party you're groveling for.

I'm not groveling. I'm doing business.

Mr. Fischer's neighbor was awakened last night.

Not by bullies, but men in the party uniform.

- What did he do? - Spoke out against Hitler.

When he protested, they threw him out of a closed window.

They'd do the same to Mr. Fischer if he interfered. The slightest criticism.

Anyone can be whisked away at night.

- That's just Mr. Fischer's story. - This morning it was just Robert's.

How many stories do you need to hear, Georg?

- Where are they now? - On the beach.

It wouldn't have made much difference if I'd been there then.

Sorry.

Why should you give up Frijsenholm?

She can't explain why I'm never there.

And my new stepfather probably concocted the idea.

- To get direct access to the funds. - Let them have it if they want.

- You don't mean that. - I wanted my mother to find a man.

But not him surely?

My mother doesn't agree with my choice either, dear Philip.

- I thought you sent the letter. - I met Mrs. Andersen.

She had just talked to Morten. He's coming tomorrow -

- but it sounded like he already had plans for the hotel.

- Where is everyone? - Mrs. Molin is on her way to the Skaw.

- Sophus Poulsen. - That's who she was to meet.

Everyone else is resting. It's all the fresh air.

- I think I'll go to my room. - You do that, Otilia.

Miss, would you inform the kitchen that I'm dining out tonight?

I'll be in L�kken. If my wife calls -

- tell her I'm visiting a friend.

- An old, sick friend. - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Oops. Very important.

- Is he leaving again? - To visit a sick colleague.

- That's if his wife calls. - Tell Nana.

She's upstairs changing.

- What are you doing? - It's one of guests.

- You're drunk. - I know it is! I'll find him.

It's not one of the guests. It's no one. Come here.

Sit down.

I'll make coffee.

- Where did you get so drunk? - It is one of the guests.

- And what if it was? - I knew it!

Anders!

Let's see if you want him when I've finished with him.

Anders! Anders!

Anders!

Open the door, Anders! Anders!

Open it, Anders!

- Who are you? - Is it you?

- Yes, it's me. - So it is you.

I realize that I've been recognized, but I don't have time right now.

- Do you know who I am? - No. Should I?

- I'm her boyfriend. - Whose boyfriend?

She didn't tell me. Neither Charlotte or Louise did.

You don't even know her name. We mean nothing to you.

- As long as you can enjoy yourself. - Now listen. I'm a married man.

- What is the knife for? - You stole her heart.

- I'll cut yours out and give it to her. - Have you lost your mind?

Let go of it immediately! Let go of the knife!

Help.

Help!

Call an ambulance. Mr. Weyse has been injured.

Excuse me.

This is Bruun. I'll dictate an article for the front page.

"Actor Edward Weyse disarms attacker."

That's the headline. Here comes the article.

"Actor Edward Weyse, who's vacationing in north Jutland -

- was involved in a crime of passion when a jilted young man -

- mistook him for another and attacked him with a knife.

As in one of his dramatic films -

- the actor showed courage and put the attacker out of action."

Got it? Good. Send someone to the Skaw Hospital for a statement.

They're both there along with the maid in question.

Get a statement from her too. No, it was a superficial wound.

But don't write that.

Write that his condition is critical or no one will read it.

We got a room at Br�ndum's Hotel. We might pop by tomorrow.

Otherwise come and see us before you go to Paris.

I'll try. And congratulations, Mother.

Thank you, son. I hope you're not too shocked.

- If you're happy, I'm happy. - Think about passing the place on.

- Your fianc� sounds very keen. - Preben isn't like that.

He doesn't want Wilhelm to grow up hearing stories about his father.

How thoughtful of him.

Can we go?

I had to tell the paper I wouldn't be back till tomorrow.

- Where is everyone? - In their rooms, I think.

They were quite shocked.

- Telephone, Mrs. Berggren. - Are you running errands?

We're understaffed. Edith asked me to help with dinner.

- I'll gladly help. - Who's on the phone?

Your sister. I put it through up here.

- Is something wrong? - We missed the ferry.

- Is Robert with you? - Yes. Why?

The police talked to Mrs. Fjelds�. They know Robert is here.

He can't use the birth certificate. Do you understand?

Yes, I understand, Amanda. Yes. Goodbye.

They only have one room.

As I told the gentleman, it won't be easy to find another one in town.

- Shall we try somewhere else? - No. No more driving.

Then we'll take it.

You can turn around now.

What will the receptionist think? Two people, no luggage -

- and they speak very formally, but are sharing a room.

- He thinks I'm a streetwalker. - I'm sure of it.

He'll ask for his money in a minute because he's afraid we'll scarper.

How will you manage without the certificate?

- I'll manage. - How?

I'll do what Karen Blixen did.

Leave it up to fate.

Either I'll make it to Sweden or end up back in Germany.

- Don't say that. - No matter what, I'll miss you.

Now I'll let you get some sleep.

I'm sorry.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin Dansk Video Tekst