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SUMMER 1941

ANDERSEN'S SEASIDE HOTEL

He's up there.

- He's not here. - Look in the radio room.

I'll look in Dad's room.

I told you that he wasn't here.

I'm going downstairs, Severin.

- Hjalmar? Is that you? - Driver Larsen just dropped me off.

The boys and I are playing. We thought you weren't coming this year.

I said no at first when Amanda said the Germans were at Hotel View.

We've decided not to talk about them.

The Germans have been here a year, and we're just complacent.

- We pretend they aren't here. - Exactly. Works like a charm.

- Are you off to bed? - No. I'm changing clothes.

- Found you! - Look who's here!

Hi, Uncle Hjalmar. Are you off to bed?

- No, just changing clothes. - Damn, Weyse!

- How about this? - Where did you get them?

- Christ, are you here? - Yes, I just arrived.

- And I'm not off to bed. - Let's go, so Uncle can change, boys.

- Shut the door, please. - Go and get your bathing trunks.

We're going to the beach. Now tell me everything.

- Where did you get them? - Connections.

- Whose address I want. - Close the door!

Hello.

Hello.

- That looks good. - Oh, it's just...

- Yes, it's just... - Are you staying here?

At the end of hall, they said.

- Hello. - Hello.

- What are you doing? - I thought this was mine.

- This is no. 7. - Then it's the right room.

- Your key is for no. 8. - So it is!

And it's right over there. I'm sorry, miss.

No. 8.

- Who's the new chap? - Lecturer Villumsen from Copenhagen.

A scholar!

Who doesn't know the difference between seven and eight.

Stop waving the bottles around and bring them inside.

- Or put them in the parlour. - No, your new guest looks thirsty.

- They'll be enjoyed in my room. - Nonsense. Now come in.

- Is the room to your satisfaction? - Capital. Marvellous place.

Thank you.

I forgot to tell you that the hotel down the road -

- was taken over by the Germans, but there's no need to worry.

They're a mile away, so I don't suppose we'll see them.

- What are they doing there? - I don't know.

- I just thought you should know. - Thank you.

The young lady across the hall. I accidentally barged in on her.

- I didn't get a chance to apologise. - That's Bertha Frigh.

- Her mother is staying next door. - Is Mother next door?

How practical.

- I'm ready, boys. - It's only me.

I forgot to give you this.

I thought Helene was here.

- It's her aunt's golden anniversary. - Aren't you going?

No, sadly. I happened to promise the boys we'd come here when school got out.

- I remember Helene's aunt as being... - Yes, wonderful folk. Terrible shame.

- What's this? - It's from Gyldendal Publishers.

- Helene told me about your memoirs. - She divulged that, did she?

One day I found myself after a premiere next to Publishing Director Andersen.

- Ingeborg Andersen. A no-nonsense lady. - You know what it's like.

There we were, glass in hand, and she said nice things about me -

- and says:

"Have you considered sharing your experiences with the reading public?"

- So it was her idea? - Clearly I said I wouldn't dream of it.

I'm an actor, not an author. But one day she telephoned -

- and caught me in a moment of weakness.

- She convinced you. - I meet many people who ask me:

"How ever can you play so many characters?"

So perhaps I have a moral obligation.

- Dad! We've been waiting downstairs! - Oh dear.

- Have fun, boys. - Come on!

Yes, but I've received a gift and I want to unwrap it.

- It's not your birthday. - Isn't it?

- No, it isn't. - Well, then...

It'll have to wait. Last one there is a rotten egg!

- She's coming. Where is Mr. Dupont? - Out there.

I can't find a thing to save us.

- Mrs. Andersen! - How are things here?

I wrote rolled port roast on the menu and forgot that Tuesday is meatless day.

- The days become a blur. - And who would check what we serve?

Rules are meant to be followed, Edith. We can't pretend they don't apply to us.

Since it's Tuesday, I thought you might need some vegetable dishes.

- Mrs. Andersen, you read my mind. - I wrote three down.

It's not meat, but the spinach is looking good.

- Mrs. Andersen, are you here too? - I just stopped by to say hello.

Congratulations on your son and daughter-in-law.

- Did you bring a wedding picture? - Edith!

No, unfortunately. I should have, since you know Nana.

- Did she look nice? - Yes, lovely. They were very happy.

- Could we have coffee in the parlour? - Certainly.

And cake. It's just for me and Bertha. Give my regards to your husband.

- And mine to the newlyweds. - I won't see them for a while.

They moved to Aalborg. Leslie is the manager of our branch there.

And Nana prefers to stay in Jutland.

- Mrs. Frigh seemed to hope he'd stay. - Then it's good she has Bertha.

She moved too. She's a boarder at Mrs. Ploug's.

It's closer to her school. I heard her say so when they arrived.

Bertha just told us there's a new guest in no. 8.

- Really? - Lecturer Villumsen from Copenhagen.

- Lecturer in what? - Archaeology.

- My goodness! Archaeology? - Don't start pestering the man.

I won't. Just imagine! Once again, we'll have a stranger in no. 8.

Hopefully, he's better than the last one.

- Let's hope so. - I didn't mean to reopen old wounds.

I've put it behind me.

The real Johan Ramsing, whom we met on the train...

Have you seen him since then?

Yes, once when I met his wife.

Right, Bertha. Our coffee must be ready now.

Oh. He's married. And he was such a nice man.

I thought he would be...

Of course you did. But don't you think Mrs. Frigh had enough of that last year?

- Mrs. Fjelds�! - You know what she's like.

I do. She knows just where it hurts the most.

- I doubt it's intentional. - It's my own fault.

I should never have told them the story.

You didn't say how much money he swindled me out of, did you?

Of course I didn't!

It's beyond them how I could part with so much money.

By God it's beyond me too. If you knew...

- No, it doesn't matter. - What?

The bank almost cut off our line of credit because of the war.

It was the quantity of tobacco I paid him to buy -

- but I never got.

The sum of 50,000 sounds affordable for a company like ours.

It's just Bertelsen's wages for four years, but the last straw for the bank.

You aren't thinking of selling or closing the factory.

- Are you? - The bank is giving us six months.

If I don't turn things around...

I promised myself not to talk about it. It mustn't ruin our vacation.

Bertha, I've looked forward to spending these lovely weeks together.

Hello? Edward, are you enjoying yourselves?

I just opened the package you insisted on forwarding.

- I thought it must be important. - Do you know what it was?

- Poul Reumert's memoirs. - How kind of them.

Kind? Enclosed was a rude letter from some clerk -

- who hoped it would be a source of inspiration. I ask you!

- They meant well. - There's more.

This person also had the nerve to press for the manuscript.

- When did you promise to...? - We talked loosely about spring.

- And we can safely say it's summer now. - Exactly! I'm on vacation.

Some trainee trying to bully me won't change anything.

They'll get it when I'm good and ready and not before.

- You should talk to Director Andersen. - And complain?

- No, no. You could find out... - Yes, that's true, Helene.

An example must be set. Also regarding that book.

Who in their right mind thinks that I would read Reumert's memoirs?

Celeriac burger, bean rissoles or French spinach pudding?

- You choose. - My choice this morning was rejected.

Must we talk more about it? Just choose one. They sound good.

They are Mrs. Andersen's ideas, not mine.

Why is there glass on the ground in the courtyard?

- A window broke. - No one told me about it.

- When? How? - Does it matter? It's been fixed.

- I'm just asking about the glass. - You're right. Sorry.

Is it Hotel View?

Amanda, all the guests have arrived, and no one is talking about it.

They'll have a lovely stay.

Now I'll make French spinach pudding and bring the house down.

I just wanted to say hello. Lydia Vetterstr�m Ploug.

I'm here with my sister. We've come every year for years.

- Claus Villumsen. - Is there any news from Jelling?

- Jelling? - You're an archaeologist.

- You might know something. - Right! Jelling!

- No, unfortunately. There's no news. - I see.

- But if you hear anything... - Yes, of course.

The whole country is bursting with excitement.

- I'm probably the most excited. - Naturally.

Archaeology is a wonderful subject.

Imagine digging up the past.

"Upon the pages of the olden ages."

"And the hills where are lying the dead, they are prying." Isn't it true?

- Indeed, indeed. - I won't keep you any longer.

- That's quite alright, Mrs....? - Ploug. N�e Vetterstr�m.

Now Ploug. My husband was a doctor.

What's going on in Jelling?

- Stop it, Georg. - Can't I touch my wife?

- There's no one here. - I sense that you need to cool off.

- Do you? - Is that you, Bertha?

Yes. It is.

Will you stop it?

Aren't you going to the beach, miss?

The guests don't seem bothered by the Germans being nearby.

We don't let reality distract us.

Is that what Danish cosiness is?

What are you reading?

- Chemistry. Gosh. Voluntarily? - Yes, if I'm permitted.

I've always avoided chemistry.

- Can archaeologists do that? - I did.

By the way, I'm sorry I barged into your room.

It won't happen again. I promise.

- Unless I'm invited. - That's hardly likely.

What are the Germans doing there? Are they billeted there?

- Why don't you ask them? - Good idea. Coming?

- No. - Fine. I'll go by myself.

But we'll go for a swim together later. You're right. If the weather holds.

- Why are you so silly today? - I'm on vacation.

Look up there.

- Are they watching us with binoculars? - It looks that way.

- I damn well won't have it! - Don't, Georg.

Georg!

What the hell are you doing? Don't you dare stare at us!

Go back where you belong. Do you think it's funny?

I don't understand.

Let me explain. Don't ogle my wife.

Or I'll kick your ass. Is that understood?

- I'm sorry. - Come along.

- They get it. - That fool hasn't got it.

The other one apologised. Come on.

- Right here? - Yes, dammit!

They have some nerve!

- What did you say to them? - Nothing. They already left.

- They were walking to Hotel View. - They were probably bored.

You're right. After your husband told them off...

- One was very young. He apologised. - And so he should.

- When are we playing football? - Now. Sophus Bandy-Legs is coming.

Haven't you heard of him? He was famous when I was little.

He scored ten goals against France in 1908.

- Dad, what did you say to them? - Not to stare at us bathing.

Or he'd kick their ass. Luckily, he said it in Danish.

- I hope they didn't understand. - I wish I could've said it in German.

The one thing I don't need is a problem with the Germans.

- How could he do that? - You know, once he gets started...

What happened? Last year he worked with them.

And now he hates them.

The colonel's mistake was to force him to finish building in Aalborg.

Your father can't let it go. The Germans are off limits.

If I so much as mention them, he tells me off.

Amanda, I don't think this will cause a problem. I really don't.

I'm glad he doesn't work for them now.

But those bottles of cognac made me nervous. Where did he get them?

There are places where you can barter for things like that.

Your father won't turn into an angel from one day to the next.

Andersen's Seaside Hotel.

Mrs. Frigh? One moment. I'll see if she's in.

I just had the oddest phone call. You have no idea.

- Not till you tell me. - It was from the jail in the Skaw.

The jail in the Skaw. They arrested Henrik Simonsen.

- Your neighbour at home? - Yes. For black marketeering.

Sorry, it's just... That nice widower.

I said it must be a mistake, but they caught him red-handed in a hotel.

Goodness. But why did they call you?

Mr. Simonsen wants to talk to me. But why?

We've hardly spoken for 20 years.

- Perhaps he's dreamed about you. - Rubbish.

- He only dreams about his roses. - Now what?

What can I do? I'll borrow a bike and go there.

- You can't go now. Wait till tomorrow. - What kind of times are these?

An orthopaedic surgeon gets arrested for black marketeering.

- You haven't heard the news. - Enough about that!

- They look good. Prepare them. - Yes. What's up?

Nothing.

Two Germans were staring at the Madsens while they bathed.

- Really? - Mr. Madsen bawled them out.

- Then what? - They left.

- So let's not gossip to the guests. - Why are you looking at me?

- Why do you think? - Here we are, girls.

- French spinach pudding � la Dupont. - It's lovely.

- You think I'd tell everyone. - I do.

The guests decided not to talk about the guests at Hotel View.

- As if I didn't know. - You needed reminding, Edith.

- Who was the coffee for? - How should I know?

Yes?

Great minds think alike! I was just about to order some.

And there's cake.

How delicious, Miss Otilia. Thank you.

Was the little bouquet in my room also from you?

I thought so.

I've been anxious to hear -

- if your decision to reveal the Germans' education plan was problematic.

- On the contrary. - What do you mean?

Do take a seat.

My letter to the teachers' association produced results.

Everyone is eager to keep German hands off Danish schools.

- Thanks to you, Mr. Aurland. - Perhaps.

It's too early to celebrate.

My cousin in Norway told me how bad things are there.

A German party member has to head every organisation -

- and classes at every level must follow the Nazi model.

- I didn't know that. - Neither do our teachers.

I've promised to gather information from Norway to prepare our teachers.

What about the postal censorship?

That's a sore point. I have to figure something out.

If you need any help at all writing it all down -

- I could ask Mrs. Berggren if for a few hours a day...

- Would you really? - Yes, I would.

- Edith told us about the Germans. - Where did she hear that?

You know Edith. Big ears. We won't tell the guests.

I hope the people from over there don't come around here every day.

I have an idea. Could you talk to the lieutenant about it?

- The lieutenant? - He's still in the Skaw.

Perhaps he could tell them to leave us alone. He'd help if you asked him to.

He wasn't as bad as we thought. Call him.

- It won't help. - You could try.

I won't call him!

Alright. It was just an idea.

There's... something I haven't told you.

The glass in the courtyard...

When I arrived a month ago...

Mrs. Berggren. You're here!

You must think it's odd that I'm here -

- but I noticed a broken window as I was passing by.

I wanted to make sure it didn't rain in your dining room.

- How did it happen? - There was a storm.

There. This should do until you can get it repaired.

Thank you for your help. Very kind.

I wanted to make up for last summer.

I hope you realise that the idea about the hotel wasn't mine.

Yes, so I heard.

I'm glad.

It's wonderful to see you again.

I missed you.

Thank goodness he passed by.

He's been here at least once a week all year.

You're kidding! A German lieutenant has kept an eye on your hotel?

- How sweet. - It's not sweet, it's sick.

- He hasn't forgotten you. - No.

And that's why calling him is out of the question.

- Did you talk to the publisher? - We just got off the phone.

- What did she say? - She was very kind.

- Did she say that the book could wait? - No. She wants that book.

They expect more from me than they did from Reumert.

Well, obviously expectations are higher for me.

- Naturally. What about your vacation? - It's the downside of great talent.

One can't be left alone. Everyone wants a piece of one -

- until there's nothing left. And if one refuses, they wait -

- until one has left one's guard down and they attack.

- Your summer vacation, Edward. - It's cancelled.

Director Andersen kindly reminded me that my contract states February 1.

You said you talked loosely about spring.

And what contract?

The one we entered into when I asked for an advance.

- Advance? Did you get that too? - I declined a film in the fall.

The well has gone dry, and your birthday wasn't exactly free.

I wish I'd known the money came from a book you hadn't written.

- Well, now we'll write it. - We?

I can't write it myself. I can't think and write at the same time.

- What about the boys? - They can't write.

- They've looked forward to a vacation. - We'll work before they wake up.

And remember to bring all the photographs on the walls.

- All of them? - I can't remember my work without them.

The scrapbooks are in the cupboard under the bookshelf. Bring them all.

And my mother's. I remember that my debut caused a sensation.

"Born for the theatre," Hans Brix wrote.

How's that for a title, Helene? 'Born for the theatre'.

- Have you been digging? - Digging?

- Isn't that why you're here? - No, I'm on vacation.

This is Lecturer Villumsen. This is my sister.

Hello.

He promised to tell me news of Jelling.

- If I can. - What's going on in Jelling?

Didn't you read about it, Olga? They're looking for Gorm the Old.

- Is he lost? - I don't understand all the hoopla.

It's exciting to see if they find his mortal remains in the South Mound.

One could say there are more important things these days.

And if they find him, what scientific purpose will it serve?

You'll have to ask the lecturer.

- The scientific purpose? - Yes.

- Hello again, miss. - Hello.

Lecturer Villumsen is telling us about Gorm the Old in Jelling.

We have just enough time before dinner.

Is it dinnertime? Then please excuse me.

It's wonderful to be in the company of an expert.

I went over there. At least as far as I could get.

Because they put up a barrier and guard posts.

They don't seem to be building anything. I think it's just a camp.

Already? I just got here. Shouldn't I have another look tomorrow?

Then tell me how to explain to the pretty girl why I'm leaving.

Inappropriate humour. Roger.

Why don't we ask the English if I should stay a few more days?

Apparently not.

Have you noticed how quiet it is? There's no disturbing music.

- Weyse is tucking in the boys. - May he keep it up.

Mrs. Frigh. It's your turn to discard.

Sorry.

- Would you like some coffee? - Please.

One moment.

I keep thinking about poor Mr. Simonsen.

If I had asked for help, he'd have come at once.

- I can't leave him in the clink. - He's not your responsibility.

- Where is Weyse? - He's tucking the boys in. How sweet.

Jesus Christ!

- Have you listened to the radio? - Why have a broadcasting service?

The Germans have to approve everything.

They demand so-called broadcasts of understanding.

- Who is demanding what? - The Germans.

They demand that broadcasts praise their war strategy.

- Anger suits you. - Don't you care?

Can they do as they please as long you have archaeology?

Next, the radio will have to praise Hitler's crusade against Russia.

How can that man open one front after another?

- Four million troops are sent east. - Didn't we agree not to talk about it?

I think we only agreed not to talk about the ones at the hotel.

Surely we should be able to talk about the atrocities.

- Did Weyse fall asleep? - Go and see for yourself.

- Do we help ourselves to drinks? - Yes. On the little table.

You can have some sherry or port.

Or cognac, Georg.

Yes, you're welcome to have a little cognac.

- An announcement: The boys are asleep. - I'm glad your wife is coming.

Yes, you're quite right. She is missed.

I wonder where my baby is tonight

I wonder how my baby is tonight

I wonder where she's gone and how she's getting on

I wonder where my baby is tonight

I wonder where my baby is tonight

I wonder who my baby's holding tight

I wonder where she's gone and who she's looking on

I wonder where my baby is tonight

Your wife is on the line. Shall I ask her to call back?

No, little miss. I'll take her right away.

- I wonder where my baby is tonight. - Edward?

- I wonder where my baby is tonight. - Edward, listen.

Yes, dear. Are you on your way?

Since we talked, my memoirs have taken shape.

- I have so many ideas. - Edward... Something has happened.

Happened? What happened?

I don't know if I dare tell you on the phone. Do I dare?

- He says it'll be alright. Svend Damm. - What's he doing there?

- He's wanted by the police. - Why?

- They want to lock him and others up. - I don't understand a word.

They arrested all the communists.

- Why is Svend involved? - He's a member of the party.

- What party? - The Communist Party. You know that!

Nope. I leave when he talks politics.

There's nowhere else he can go.

So I can't come on Friday. He's a wanted man.

- He can't leave the house. - You can't be serious!

- Find somewhere else for him. - I can't throw him out. He's a friend.

You must find somewhere else. He can't stay there alone with you.

I've known that scene painter for ages. Too much booze and the clothes come off.

- Svend wants to talk to you. - Do not give him alcohol!

Edward, old boy. Awfully nice of you.

Let me know if there's anything I can do.

I could paint your wife. In the nude.

- Keep your shirt on. - Not me.

No, the lovely Helene. There's a perfect spot for it on the wall.

- Helene, he wants you again. - Yes.

- Hello? - Get him out of there. Out!

- Good morning. - Good morning. Am I the first one?

Yes, you are.

I woke up with an idea of how I can get information out of my cousin.

- How to get around the censorship? - Yes.

If he tells me about everything they're doing -

- but writes it as a supporter of all the good they're doing...

- That's ingenious, Mr. Aurland. - I think it will work.

I spoke briefly with Mrs. Berggren about this.

She said I could help you a couple of hours a day.

When you mentioned it yesterday, I was so pleased.

But then I remembered that you're one maid short this year.

So I can't possibly accept your help. It's kind of you.

I called my secretary last night. She's unmarried and free -

- and she offered to come next week.

Well, that's... That's probably a better idea.

I'll get some coffee for you.

I thought that maybe Bertha had brought a photo, but no.

- But she could have. - You and your wedding photo!

There are more important things than that romantic nonsense.

Yes. Here comes Amanda. I will. See you.

That was Ditmar. He's taking Wilhelm to his mother's at Frijsenholm.

It always takes an effort. He's coming here afterwards.

Didn't you sleep well?

I dreamed that the beach was full of Germans putting up signs -

- that swimming was prohibited. I yelled at them.

I said they couldn't do that. That it was our beach.

It was silly, but I had to walk down and make sure it hadn't happened.

- And hopefully, it hadn't. - No. No one was there.

- Come and have some strong coffee. - Mrs. Frigh needs a bicycle.

- She wants to leave after breakfast. - It's done. She already left.

Simonsen, you have a visitor.

He's awake. He's had breakfast.

Doctor Simonsen, it's Alice Frigh.

Hi, Alice.

What are you doing?

I'm going to tell the officer that the person said to be my neighbour -

- is a despicable swindler who defrauds women -

- by pretending to be someone he isn't -

- and that his real name is Bent Ove Jensen, a former accountant.

- Emil H�yer is my name. - Yet another name.

It's my real name. I'm telling you because I trust you.

- I don't trust you, Mr. Jensen. - Aren't we on a first-name basis?

Alice, just give me a minute. I'm sorry I used your neighbour's name.

I found it in the telephone directory. I'm sorry about last year.

It all seemed so simple when I read about you -

- and managed to meet you on the train, but I didn't bank on falling in love.

I still feel that way. I wanted to see you, but I didn't dare.

Seeing you again is wonderful.

- I have a favour to ask. - You want me to do you a favour?

Yes. Look.

The baggage room at the station in Hirtshals.

It doesn't matter if someone's watching. They won't take any notice of you.

- You'll be given a large bag. - What makes you think I'll do it, Emil?

- You said 'Emil'. - A mistake.

- What makes you...? - Didn't I say?

Your 50,000 is in the bag. You can take it.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fjelds�.

I asked Mrs. Frigh and Bertha, and you have it.

- Miss Nana sent it to me. - Why?

- We spoke a bit last summer. - I had no idea.

- No, it was very private. - I'm very sorry.

- I'll put it back. - No, I'll do that.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Would you like to borrow it for a little while?

You could show it to the others if you like.

- May I? - As long as I get it back.

As you can see, I use it as a bookmark.

- What's so funny? - You keep staring at the dune.

- There's no one there. - Luckily.

No one is there and no one is coming.

- It must've been that ass kicking. - Speaking of asses...

- What? - What the hell is that sound?

- It sounds like an airplane. - Look.

Move out!

What are you staring at, Berger?

- Nothing. - Get going!

Daydreaming, Berger?

- What the hell are they doing? - Don't, Georg.

He's not the type you yell at.

- Amanda! Amanda! - What is it?

- They're fencing in the beach! - A truck full of barbed wire came.

That can't be right. They can't stop us from going there.

- They're fencing off Hotel View. - But it's right next to our beach.

- Get hold of that lieutenant. - I can't call him.

Of course you can. We can't have barbed wire there.

What's going on? They're putting up barbed wire.

The last word has not been said. My daughter will contact their command.

I refuse to do that. No, I'll go down and talk to them.

Don't tell the other guests yet.

- Of course not. - Thanks.

New developments. The Germans are blocking the beach.

A few minutes ago. Yesterday two were there with binoculars.

They thought they were bored, but they were checking if guests had arrived.

Yes. They're blocking the way to the hotel. They're hiding something.

Do you still think I shouldn't stay for a few more days?

- I'll come back later. - It's fine.

I have an archaeological question. I interrupted you -

- when you were about to explain the scientific purpose of finding Gorm.

I'll wait and we'll talk afterwards.

Or even better. We could talk tonight.

Then I can tell everyone. Several people have asked.

Then we'll all look forward to your archaeological lecture tonight.

I'm back. It was the pretty girl across the hall.

I'm afraid she's guessed that I know nothing about archaeology.

I had to choose something, and I thought archaeology was safe.

So I'm an idiot. How could I know everyone here is nuts about the past?

You must help me.

Why the hell are they digging to find Gorm the Old in Jelling?

Yes. Gorm the Old. I need to know by tonight.

- I'm going home. - No, you certainly aren't.

This is our daughter's hotel. Don't even think about it.

If I can't swim without Germans and barbed wire, I don't want to stay!

- Did you talk to him? - Will he move the damn fence?

Absolutely not. He wouldn't even listen to me.

- If we had problems, we could leave. - Did he say that?

- He heard that you yelled at them. - Of course I did!

They were staring at my wife's ass!

It's hard to ask them to be considerate when you've given them hell!

I knew it.

Germans at Hotel View. They couldn't be anything but trouble.

We tried to pretend they aren't there, but they're right outside our door.

When the guests can't go to the beach, I don't know -

- how long they'll stay.

If they leave...

... I might as well close the hotel.

No one is leaving, Amanda. Are they, Georg?

No. No.

I just don't understand why you can't try calling the lieutenant.

He's their superior.

He could make them move the barrier farther away.

- It's worth a try. - Come now, Amanda.

Call him.

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