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You found properties? With tennis courts?

No tennis courts, dear.

- He just arrived. - He tried to launder money in my firm.

I need you to leave. I have business connections coming.

What a lovely surprise. Morten will be pleased.

His platoon returned. One of them said that Morten asked to stay on.

She's financially independent, so why stay?

I won't have it said that I worked for a whore of the Germans.

Leave!

Your father didn't come down till now to avoid Mr. Molin.

No letter today either.

From the Refugee Board? The longer it takes them to answer -

- the greater the chance of them letting Uwe come here.

A refusal is easy. But everything you told them makes an impression.

I hope you're right.

- Is the laundry too much? - Not at all.

- We don't miss Tulle. - No. Forget her.

But she can't forget us. Valter heard both Tulle and Thøger gossiping.

About you and Frida. And Frida's father.

Let them. They'll just have to get used to all three of us living here.

I knew Tulle was like that. I just knew it.

- So, Molin. - Mr. Madsen.

- I thought your stay was to be brief. - That's the plan.

Brief is one day. Two at the most.

I'm afraid you misunderstood. I haven't left yet.

May I?

- Oh, it's you, Mr. Molin. - Yes, so it is, Miss Hansen.

I was looking for something to read.

- Have you been swimming? - No, I'm hoping it warms up later.

- Yes, let's hope so. - I didn't know you could knit.

Excuse me?

Oh dear. I got hold of the wrong book. How silly of me.

Miss Otilia? I hope I'm not keeping you up at night.

You aren't.

One of the floorboards in my room creaks quite badly.

- I try to avoid it, but it's no use. - Floors creak in old houses.

But you haven't disturbed me at all, Miss Hansen.

Are you ready? Weren't you coming to the beach with me and Frida?

Oh, I forgot. No, I don't think I...

- Are you poorly? - No.

I thought nothing could shock me anymore, but...

Rudolf Höss's testimony... Without any regret he relates -

- how he killed two million people in Auschwitz.

He describes how he took a study trip to Treblinka to see -

- about their method of extermination. He thought it could be improved.

He uses the word 'improved'.

And then back in Auschwitz... No, I'll spare you the details.

Please.

I read that these executioners -

- after having killed hundreds or thousands of people -

- go home after work and play with their children.

How can we ever fathom -

- that we are capable of such evil?

- Otilia, can we go now? - Yes. We're coming, Frida.

- You go on. I'm not in the mood. - No.

But you're finished with that book.

It'll be in here for the rest of the summer.

Here. You can read about the adventures of geese. It'll do you good.

You're not easy to find.

- 'Was it Murder?'. - That's what I'm figuring out.

That's how your chairman of the board feels.

- Did he telephone you again? - He's hoping that I can make you...

- See reason? - No, no. Change your mind.

They very much want a portrait of you and are upset that you refused.

The board wants me on the wall as a former director next to my husband.

They won't get rid of me that easily, as I explained to Mr. Brokmann.

Won't you come over and discuss it over a glass of Riesling?

- I have fresh shrimp. - You can shell them with your wife.

- My wife and I... How shall I put it? - Yes, how?

- It doesn't mean anything. Believe me. - But it does to me.

Alice...

I hope the grocer comes soon. This is the last of our flour.

- I shouldn't have said that to Amanda. - You let things slip.

- It upset her. - Only Thøger and Tulle are gossiping.

- And we know why. - Did you finish upstairs?

- I did. I don't know about Lily. - Then set the table for lunch.

I'll do it. I can do it alone.

What are you doing? I told you I can do it.

- Are you angry? You seem angry. - I'm not angry.

- Yes, you are... - Lily, stop!

- What have I done? - Nothing!

I just want to do this myself.

I'm used to seeing my mother's name on the gravestone.

It's strange to see my father's now.

I come here. But those lost at sea... There's nowhere for relatives to go.

It was awful when we lost ships.

- More than the one near Norway? - Yes, we lost three.

The last one was the worst.

- Did Morten tell you about it? - No.

No, of course not.

- What time is he coming? - He said around lunchtime.

- Oh... - Ah.

- I love it when you taste salty. - Then I'll get out of these wet things.

Telephone. Shall I say you're out?

- Who is it? - He didn't say.

- Little Miss Lulu... - It's Lily.

Little Miss Lily, when people don't say their name -

- you should say, "Hello? Who's calling please?"

- Then I'll ask. - Not now. You should do it at once.

At once.

Edward Weyse. Who is this?

Director Konradsen? What's on your mind?

I don't know how things are done in the backwater of Jutland.

Are letter boxes not emptied until they are full?

I still haven't received your letter about how you're putting on the play.

The painting and carpentry workshops are getting impatient.

Director Konradsen, the play doesn't open till September.

I may be old-fashioned, but I prefer the set to be built before it opens.

And the actors need clothes to wear. Or do you prefer them to be naked?

No. Not at all!

- Not at all. I'm working on it. - I'll make it easy for you.

Before you sent Bonderose to the sanatorium -

- he handed in a detailed plan.

We'll use it if we don't hear from you.

You will.

My interpretation is quite original. You can look forward to it.

- Tomorrow, Mr. Weyse. - Tomorrow?

Tomorrow? We have plenty of time.

- Plenty of time? What are you doing? - I still taste salty.

No, we don't have time for that. I have to work.

If you're going to work, I think I'll take a little nap.

That's not what I need. You have to read the play.

- I tried, but I fell asleep. - Well how do you think I feel?

I wish Ibsen hadn't written this trash before he died.

I really need your help, Helene.

Good. Just leave them there.

- A woman named Fie says hello. - Fie?

- Is she at Mrs. Andersen's? - When did she arrive?

- I'll tell Mrs. Berggren. - She's on the phone with the grocer.

- Who is Fie? - She's one of a kind.

She started working here as a maid and ended up owning the hotel.

She's married to Morten. He's a ship-owner.

Fie managed the company while Morten was in the Resistance during the war.

- Was he really? - Yes.

- Fie is visiting Mrs. Andersen. - She said she'd come over later.

- What did the grocer say? - He's not coming.

We need flour for breakfast rolls.

- He won't deliver groceries to us. - Why not?

Word has got round. Out of consideration for his other customers -

- he daren't be our grocer when the hotel is run by a whore of the Germans.

- Did he say that? - Let's cover him with flour.

- I really think so! - There are other grocers.

The closest is Frost in Aalbæk. He's alright, but you can't buy on tick.

We don't have need to. I'll telephone him right away.

- A whore of the Germans? Really? - That's how Tulle would put it.

Alright, Morten. See you soon.

Do you want to talk to Fie? I see.

We look forward to seeing you. Goodbye.

Someone he had to talk to came in. He's leaving afterwards.

- Let's eat. - Thanks.

- Where were the other ships you lost? - In the Atlantic.

We were part of a convoy shipping goods from America.

We never knew if we'd see the ships again. The Germans were in submarines.

- We lost two ships with Danish seamen. - Danish?

Danish ships went to Newcastle when the war broke out.

Some of the boys were only 15, 16 and 17.

Two of them stayed with us. Aksel and Lars.

Were they among those who...

Ordinary seamen. They came from this area.

Then Morten has visited their families.

- I don't know, Molly. - I'm sure he has if they're from here.

- Can you come today? - Yes.

I'm just curious. Normally you use Grocer Damgaard.

- Are you not pleased with him? - It's as you say, Grocer Frost.

You can come today. Grocer Damgaard hasn't been able to lately.

we expect payment on delivery.

That's not a problem. Goodbye.

- What did he say? - He'll be here in a few hours.

Martha, flour for breakfast is coming!

- Have you finished it? - Stop browbeating me.

I don't know, Edward. They talk and talk.

It's interesting that they take stock of their lives -

- but it's all there.

It takes place at a seaside hotel, a sanatorium and on a mountain.

- Can't you just use that? - No! That's what Bonderose suggested.

I promised an original interpretation.

- That was rash of you. - No!

Telephone for Mrs. Weyse. She said she's your editor.

- I have to talk to her. - Of course you do!

I can just sit here and figure it out myself.

Yes, you did agree to direct.

- Aren't you going to change? - Mr. Seerup is on his way up.

- I heard him talking. - Nice try. You can't fool me again!

- It's true. - Stop it. I'm going swimming.

- Where the hell is my bathrobe? - There.

Just a minute.

Come.

- Hello again, Mr. Madsen. - What a surprise!

- And you're here, Mrs. Madsen. - Hello, Mr. Seerup.

- Isn't your wife with you? - Yes, she's powdering her nose.

- We didn't expect you so soon. - Ellinor didn't like the hotels.

- Let's hope she likes this one. - She will.

There you are, darling.

- There's only one bathroom. - I know, dear.

- That's part of the charm. - Oh! Hello.

- How do you do? - Mr. Madsen, I recognise you.

- How are you? - Welcome.

- This is Mrs. Madsen. - Nice to meet you.

Hello.

- You should unpack. We can meet later. - Yes, we will.

- It's lovely to be back. - Yes, it is. I mean that you're back.

We'll get together later.

She seemed very nice.

- I think she's snooty. - Rubbish, Therese. You don't know her.

Why don't you show her around the hotel?

Forget it. I don't understand a word she says.

Are you serious about this, John Henry?

Everything. This hotel.

I feel like we've flown into a different century. And you with a bowl of water!

- It doesn't bother me. As a kid... - Yes. You drew water from the well.

And Mr. Madsen, honestly! Not to mention his blooming wife.

- Didn't you see her dress? - Wait till you get to know her.

Do we have to invite them home?

Madsen makes me happy. We come from the same...

Denmark has made you sentimental.

While I was waiting in Copenhagen, I looked at everything he built.

It's quite a lot. I asked at the builders' society.

He's one of the best in the country.

I think we can do business with him.

Come in.

Alright? If we'd known you were coming, we'd have ordered champagne.

My wife would happily show your wife the hotel.

Therese! Oh, there she is.

Ellinor, Mrs. Madsen will show you the hotel.

That's very kind, Mrs. Madsen.

Therese is very impressed by your wife.

- Ellinor feels the same about yours. - Does she approve of our business?

It may surprise you that I involve my wife in my affairs -

- but it grieved her that her father would never include her in his business.

- I involve her in what I'm doing. - I completely understand.

Our daughter runs the hotel.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Mrs. Frigh, do you speak English?

- I promised to show Mrs. Seerup around. - I can help you.

- Hello. How are you? - Thank God! You speak English.

I do business in America. I run a tobacco company in Copenhagen.

- You have your own business? - Yes, I have.

Have you seen the dining room? It's right here.

Luckily, Mrs. Frigh took over showing Mrs. Seerup around.

I just spoke to my editor.

Do you remember 'The Abandoned'?

- She had an unfaithful husband. - Do you know who it is?

Do all the guests eat at the same time? And they eat the same thing?

- This is Mrs. Weyse. - And not à la carte?

No. Dinner is three courses. The menu is written over there.

Do you remember the woman who wanted to leave her unfaithful husband?

I found out who it is. My editor happened to mention her name.

Excuse me. I can't figure out what this letter is.

It's an Ø. It says leg of lamb. We're having lamb tonight.

Oh, lamb. I'm not particularly fond of lamb.

- What did she say? - She doesn't like lamb.

So who is she?

- What's in here? - It's the living room.

Is this the only place for the guests in the evening?

Apart from a small room on the upper floor and your own room.

I see.

This is Mrs. Fjeldsø and Mrs. Ploug. They have been guests for many years.

- This is Mrs. Seerup. - Meeting your husband was interesting.

She was happy to meet your husband.

He managed to make us make fools of ourselves.

She was happy to meet him too. Do you want to see the beach?

- Is it far? - No, no. Right this way.

- So who is she? - Mrs. Ødegaard Andersen.

Ødegaard Andersen's wife? Bent Ødegaard Andersen? His wife?

- Yes. - Should I go down there on my own?

No, no. We're coming.

What you said about her husband wasn't very nice.

What did I say?

Go like this.

Grocer Frost just called. He isn't coming either.

He called Damgaard to ask about us.

Considering Frida's and my situation...

- Shall we go to the beach? - No. I'm helping Martha.

- He didn't dare due to his customers. - I never liked Grocer Frost.

- I didn't want to say so before. - What are you talking about?

Nothing. I'm going to Grocer Kramme in the Skaw.

I want to see him refuse me to my face.

- I would never dare do that. - You're not Mrs. Berggren.

Excellent, Frida.

- Uh! - Are you going for a walk?

- Yes, a long one. - Enjoy your walk.

- Yes? - Your coffee, Mr. Aurland.

- That was a quick long walk. - It's very warm out.

The water looks lovely. I'm going swimming.

Did she enjoy seeing the hotel?

She thought it odd calling it a hotel, since it only has 12 rooms.

And it was odd that everyone ate at the same time.

- And you can't order what you like. - But she enjoyed it, right?

She asked who lived in the odd square cottages on the beach.

- What cottages? - The German bunkers.

They didn't have Germans over there. But did she enjoy it?

If she looks offended when she enjoys something, she enjoyed it.

It didn't help when she twisted her ankle.

- I thought you'd heard. - Where is she?

- In an ambulance going to the Skaw. - You're kidding!

For Christ's sake! You sent her to hospital.

I did not! The cow doesn't like sand between her toes.

So she kept her stupid shoes on at the beach.

For Christ's sake. Yes?

Mr. Seerup? I just heard about your wife.

- How unfortunate. - Ellinor has weak ankles.

We hope she didn't break her foot. We'll stay in a hotel in the Skaw.

It's become a pattern. I arrive and then leave again.

It's not your fault, but our little deal...

- We'll discuss it when Ellinor is well. - Give her my best wishes.

- I will. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Madsen. - Goodbye, Mr. Seerup.

- Why can't we just build here? - Denmark has stagnated.

America is twice as rich as it was before the war.

Why must we always dream of something bigger?

Otherwise the world would never move forward.

In a good or a bad way?

I thought you'd come home when the English left.

And because they couldn't find a replacement.

I heard that you asked to stay on.

I'm responsible for 25,000 people. I have to see it through.

I told Molly about Aksel and Lars. Have you visited their parents?

- No, Fie. I haven't. - Why not?

They lost their sons on our ship.

I'd just reopen the wound.

I'm going to see them while I'm here. We sent them to sea.

You mean me. I sent them. You didn't.

- That's what you mean. - Who it was doesn't matter.

What happened was terrible. They were so young. Only 15 and 16.

What about those who were 16 and a half or 17?

When it's not your responsibility, it's easy to blame those responsible.

- I didn't come here to argue. - I can sense how you reproach me.

I sensed it on the telephone and when I came home for a visit.

That's not true.

- I made some coffee. - I have to get back.

No, Morten. You have time for coffee with your wife and your mother.

I'll just...

There.

- We have groceries! - Mrs. Berggren got everything.

We have a new grocer who will deliver.

- Grocer Kramme. - He's our man!

I'll get it.

Mum!

It's Mrs. Johansen, who waters the plants in my flat.

The letter from the Refugee Board was sent to Copenhagen. She's opening it.

Yes, I'm here. Please read it.

I see.

Thanks, Mrs. Johansen. Yes. Goodbye.

What did it say, Amanda?

Did they say no?

I thought they'd let him stay since he learned Danish.

It just makes it worse. The Germans have to go home.

They don't care that Uwe's family is here.

- I'll stay here with you. - No. Go and have dinner.

Telephone. A gentleman who speaks English.

- For me? - I only understood your name.

Hello?

Good evening, Mr. Molin. How do you like my trick of speaking English?

- What do you want? - To hear how you are.

- And if you found anything. - No, and I won't find anything!

- What do you mean? - I'm done with your little games.

- Find your diamonds yourself. - One moment, Mr. Molin.

How do you know they're diamonds? I never said so.

What else would be in your little bag? Not gold bars.

I'm warning you, Molin. It would be unwise to keep what you find.

The bag belongs to me. Do you understand?

Now listen to what I'm saying. I haven't found your bag -

- and I won't look for it anymore. The hotel is full of guests.

Today I was almost caught in a very mortifying situation while I...

... was lying under a bed.

That's a good one.

Take your time. Don't make any hasty decisions.

Don't forget that the little bag will benefit both of us.

- Especially you, Mr. Molin. - Goodbye, Colonel Fuchs.

We'll meet again.

And remember that the name is Roland Glenz.

- Miss Hansen? - Was it my bed you were under?

I'm rather good at German. I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.

I found your key under my bed.

- Were you there while I changed? - I assure you, Miss Hansen...

- I didn't look. - You owe me an explanation.

It...

- It isn't easy, Miss Hansen. - I'm in no hurry.

The ugly German bunkers. Isn't that what you called them?

You're right. They are like pillars of shame -

- to the Danes who helped build them. And I was one of them.

I built many of them along with Colonel Fuchs, whom I was talking to.

You'll be pleased to know that all profits were confiscated afterwards.

What I didn't lose here, my wife took when she left me.

- Alma Molin. - Yes.

She's married to an aristocrat now.

And celebrates great triumphs at the theatre.

When I met her, she was a chorus girl -

- and lived in a shabby flat in Södermalm.

That's where I live now. Fate tells us things we don't want to hear.

I should've listened before collaborating with Fuchs.

And now you're helping him again? Was it diamonds?

- Why? - Yes. Why?

Why? I keep asking myself that.

But as you heard me say, I'm done working for him.

I'm sorry you got involved in this. I promise I'll leave tomorrow.

But I look forward to seeing you on stage.

You are very special. I'm so glad I met you.

- I can't stand it. Why are you angry? - I'm not angry.

- Then I can lie next to you. - No.

- Please go back to bed. - Promise me you're not angry anymore.

- I promise. - And you won't be tomorrow either.

- Goodnight, Trine. - Goodnight, Lily.

- What's wrong, Edward? - Nothing.

Is it the play?

- Where are you going? - For a cognac.

- Hjalmar? - Yes, it's me.

What are you doing? I couldn't sleep.

Same here.

What are you reading?

It's about wild geese in Lapland, but it isn't working.

Should I play us a little lullaby?

- And wake everyone up? - No, you're right.

Then it's a midnight snack. I'm famished.

I don't think we... Can we just...?

Of course we can! Isn't it our hotel?

- Here we are. - I've never been in here.

Haven't you?

Ah!

No thanks. And nothing for me. I have no appetite.

Goodness...

What's keeping you up, Hjalmar?

The folly of humanity. How about you?

That terrible play that I rashly agreed to.

- 'When We Dead Awaken'. - What is it about?

A failed sculptor meets his former model and they realise -

- that they've wasted their lives and they end up dying together.

Is that it? Why in the world should we see that play today?

- What do you mean? - There are more important subjects.

Certainly two people picking at their frail minds isn't one of them.

- What is? - The war.

There isn't much about war in the play.

It's come to this because the world is full of self-absorbed people.

You know more about that than I do. I'll try to get some sleep. Goodnight.

Yes. Goodnight, Hjalmar.

- Good morning. - How is your husband the chairman?

Very well, thanks. It's all Valter can talk about.

You should be proud of him. It's not easy for a man of vision -

- to be surrounded by simple-mindedness.

- What did she mean? - I don't know what's going on with her.

She used to realise when she was being rude, but not anymore.

- Good morning, Director Konradsen. - Did I wake you?

No, I've been up for ages.

- I'm waiting for your ideas. - My ideas?

Don't I have all day to send you something?

The painters and tailors were ready an hour ago.

- They would like to get started. - Yes, naturally. Naturally.

- So do we use Mr. Bonderose's...? - No, no!

By no means. I just need to...

... get my notes in order, Director Konradsen.

Well, you see...

I started by asking myself this question:

Why in the world should we see that play today?

What do you mean?

There are more important things -

- than seeing two people picking at their frail minds.

- What do you have in mind? - The war.

I don't think there's anything about the war in it.

Exactly, but there will be in my interpretation.

The play takes place at a seaside hotel at first -

- but there's rumbling in the background.

The characters think it's thunder, but it's the war, Director Konradsen.

They try to keep the war at bay -

- by concentrating on their trivial problems.

In the second act, the war is at their doorstep -

- but they're too self-absorbed to realise it.

In the third act, instead of falling to their death from the mountain -

- our characters are in the ruins of a devastated city -

- and the house crashes down upon them and...

- Are you still there? - Yes, I'm here.

That's a brave interpretation. I didn't expect that from you.

It came to me one night when I couldn't sleep.

That's how inspiration works, Director Konradsen.

- You haven't left yet. - I was about to ring the driver.

- May I come in? - Please.

Why don't we find those diamonds?

As I said, I won't help Colonel Fuchs.

Who says we'd be helping him?

Georg just found out that Mrs. Seerup only sprained her ankle.

We were talking about Mrs. Ødegaard Andersen.

- Knowing who it is makes it different. - I hope she doesn't leave him.

It would cost Ødegaard Andersen a lot.

- Yes, she's financially independent. - Georg says she owns the lot.

She has a separate estate.

If she leaves him, he can't live it up anymore.

- He stayed with her for her money. - Now I hope she leaves him.

- You're very quiet. - I was awake all night.

It's true that I've been judgemental without meaning to.

It's not Morten's fault that Hitler sank our ships.

But that's how I treated him.

That's why he didn't come home.

Yesterday I thought about how much I miss him -

- and how lonely it must have been not to feel welcome.

- You should tell him that. - I hope it isn't too late.

It isn't. He loves you very much.

It's Frida, who's come to see the kittens. Come in!

- Well I never! - You thought you could hide from us.

I was on my way over. It's so lovely to see you.

- Where are the children? - In England.

Have a seat, girls.

- What are you doing here, Otilia? - She can't live without us.

- She takes care of Amanda's girl. - And Mr. Aurland.

- How are you? Tell us everything. - Don't you have a hotel to run?

No, we have young maids now.

There's our little Miss Lulu. Do you have a boyfriend?

- No. - I see.

When you get one, you'll remember your first kiss.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on

and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.

Sweetheart, I ask no more than this

a kiss to build a dream on.

Oh, honey, give me a kiss before you leave me

and my imagination will feed my hungry heart.

Leave me one thing before we part

a kiss to build a dream on.

when I'm alone with my fancies

I'll be with you.

weaving romances, making believe...

- He says it's about a kiss. - I heard.

Give me your lips for just a moment

and my imagination will make that moment live.

Give me what you alone can give

a kiss to build a dream on, Lulu.

I must talk to Uwe. I got a letter from the Refugee Board.

Uwe knows? Please let me talk to him.

Søegaard is getting him.

- You heard? - Yes.

- May we be alone for a minute? - Of course.

I'm so sorry.

- I had really hoped... - I know.

I can't stand the thought of you having to stay here.

I don't have to. I'm going back to Germany.

What do you mean? Are they sending you home?

- Yes. And it's your fault. - My fault? How?

It's all the nice things you told the Refugee Board -

- about my time in Berlin and our attempt to assassinate Hitler.

Two men from the Nuremberg War Crimes Tribunal came.

They wanted to know what I knew about the chief of the security police -

- who denies having been in Auschwitz. I know that he was.

- They want me to testify. - But that's fantastic!

But if you go, they won't let you come back...

... and I can't travel to Germany.

I told them that I'll only go -

- if my wife and daughter can come with me.

- Your wife? - Yes.

You mean...

I don't know if you want to live with me in Germany.

Frida and I will live with you wherever you want.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin Dansk Video Tekst