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- Let's tell the guests about the plans. - Why?

- What's wrong? - They're tearing down the hotel.

- Build our own cottage? - They can't drive us away.

The first time I came here, I felt that this was a very special house.

- We're from Denmark. - Are you Uwe's Amanda?

I really regret involving such a naive person in this.

- He looks kind. - Yes. I don't know...

- I'm glad you got me to take a dip. - There's nothing wrong with the sea.

I'm so annoyed. How could one consider tearing this down?

37, 38, 39, 40, 41 -

- 42, 43, 44, 45, 46.

46.

Good morning, ladies.

47, 48, 49...

- You're up. Good morning, dear. - Good morning.

If the hotel is closer to the beach, there'll be room for ten more cars.

- That's 50 altogether. - When did you do all this?

- Last night. But I'm not finished. - Ellinor.

- Could we take a moment and talk? - What?

When I woke up, I had this strong feeling that this was terribly wrong.

Are you thinking about Mrs. Andersen and the Finnish architect?

He wasn't Finnish. Norwegian.

Whatever. You met her one time. How do you know her story is true?

- I'm sure it is. - You promised that I got to decide.

I don't know why you are so concerned.

The skyscrapers you built in Milwaukee. There were settler houses before.

It didn't bother you to tear them down. Before that the Native Americans.

You never complained about them moving to a reservation.

Everything has a story. Until it gets a new one.

We are making a new one here. It's called progress, John Henry.

Progress.

Breakfast at last. I am starving.

Come in.

Let me make room for you.

Don't you want anything?

Who cares about Mrs. Seerup? Now we'll have our own place.

I'm getting a good idea of what it should look like.

A parlour facing west and the sunset.

Bunkbeds for the boys, our bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen for you.

Just imagine, Helene, we go out the garden gate -

- and down the sand dune and there's the water. It'll be marvellous.

Don't talk about it at breakfast. The others are upset about the hotel.

I had breakfast while you were swimming. I'm meeting the architect.

- Hurry up and join us. - No thanks.

Dearest Helene, sitting around and sulking won't make it better.

- Wasn't that your impression? - That Mrs. Seerup took measurements.

Yes. But it wasn't clear what she was measuring.

- Hopefully not the hotel. It'd be huge. - She promised it wouldn't be.

It will be.

It'll be much bigger. We just saw the drawings.

- Did it look big? - It looks like a fishmeal factory.

- A fishmeal factory? - Like the one at Hirtshals harbour.

- Did you hear, Georg? - What?

The maids saw a drawing of the hotel. A monstrosity.

It can't be legal. You said how hard it is to get planning permission.

So they can't do what they like here. Talk to Mr. Seerup.

About getting permission before they tear Amanda's hotel down.

Amanda would never have sold it to them if she'd known their plans.

- It's partly your responsibility. - What do you mean?

You were the one who brought these people here.

He has a blind spot about Seerup.

They have a warm friendship. It puts him in an awkward position.

- I don't think that excuses him. - Good morning. Having a meeting?

We've just been told that the new hotel will look like a fishmeal factory.

If you think it's possible -

- that building would be against the law, you could ask the authorities.

Get someone from the council?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Nothing new here. The young work while the older ones drink coffee.

Trine and Lily saw the new drawings. The hotel will be big and ugly.

Really?

- So coming back is out of the question. - That's for sure.

Have you decided what you'll tell the vicar?

- I have a school to work at. - So you'll say no?

- You're hoping for Mr. Aurland. - Can I have coffee in peace?

- He has to be told. - Told what?

How you feel. He's too fat-headed. He just reads his books and paper.

- I would've told him ages ago. - I'm sure you would.

- Do you need anything? - No. We're talking about the drawings.

Call Valter, the chairman of the parish council. He'll know what's legal.

- Don't you think? - Yes. I'll call him right away.

- Thank you. - Is your daughter aware of all this?

- No, thank goodness. - It would upset her very much.

Finally you're here.

- I've missed you so. - And I you.

- Where is Frida? In your room? - No.

- Where then? - At your father's.

My father's? That can't be true.

I wanted to show her the house because she was so curious.

Then she ran up to it and I had to go and get her.

I didn't plan it.

But your father and Ursula were so pleased to know who we were.

- They'd do anything for us. - She can't stay there, Amanda.

She feels safer there.

She was sorry to leave and misses my parents.

Amanda, I'm asking you -

- to go and get her. I'm seeing Max Brauer this afternoon.

He's running for mayor here in Hamburg -

- and wants me to help with the rebuilding.

But we'll have dinner together.

- I look forward to seeing Frida. - She looks forward to seeing you.

I don't understand how such a loving person -

- can be so merciless to his father.

I'll go and get her.

- Now we'll do it ourselves. - Do what?

Get Edith's husband here to tell us if building is legal.

- We can't go behind Seerup's back. - Didn't he go behind ours?

- Where are you going? - To meet the architect after Weyse has.

I want to get the ball rolling before we go to America on October 8.

- You didn't think to tell me first? - I told you!

It would be nice if you'd listen to me once in a while!

- No, it's no bother. - I took you at your word.

- That's nice. - It's not inconvenient?

No.

- What a cosy home. - You're used to grander houses.

Not where I was born. It's like this.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- When did you go to America? - 33 years ago.

It took two men to hold my father up. That's how hard he was crying.

Haven't you been back before now?

My parents died not long after.

I sort of felt it was my fault.

They would've been proud of what you've done in America.

Yes. Perhaps.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

I was glad to hear the history of the hotel.

It made an impression. But I must say that we're sticking to our plan.

- Are you? - I've had scruples for the first time.

But it's the only way it'll pay its way. If we're to modernise it a bit...

Nothing else makes sense, since we'll be running it from overseas.

I made the mistake of promising the guests one thing and my wife another.

She thinks I've become sentimental here.

Caring about where you come from can never be wrong.

You're quite right.

Mr. Molin. I was hoping that you'd come back.

- I owe you an apology. - No reason to apologise.

It was stupid of me to talk to Fuchs and believe -

- that we could get him arrested.

You're so right. It's because I live in the world of the theatre.

If you contacted the authorities you'd have to tell them you worked for Fuchs.

Listen. I gave the diamonds to the police chief in Hjørring.

He asked where I got them.

I said that Colonel Fucks asked me to look for them.

- You didn't have to do that. - I've run from the truth far too often.

And every time it's caught up with me. And Fuchs won't get away.

He stole the diamonds from a Jewish family he sent to Auschwitz.

I told the police your idea.

They contacted Copenhagen, and they contacted the Americans in Munich.

- They'll follow your plan. - Really?

Yes. They'll be ready to arrest him in Munich.

- Golly. - So you don't owe me an apology.

I owe you one. I just wanted to tell you.

What will you do now?

I've ordered lunch in my room, and then I'll leave.

And go to Sweden? Then I'll come and visit you.

My flat isn't worth visiting.

I don't want to visit your flat. I want to visit you.

- Well... that's very kind of you. - Yes, and I mean it.

Take care, Miss Hansen. And good luck at the theatre.

Valter will talk to the guests in the parlour. Can you clean it before then?

Don't bother in here. I doubt Count Ditmar will be back.

- How lovely, Aunt. Congratulations. - Thanks, Mitzi.

- I didn't see you there. - It's not in today's paper either.

What?

The correction that my mother isn't married to Bruun, that traitor.

- Did you ring them? - I told you.

I rang them yesterday. These things take time.

- Did we get mail? - It's just a letter for me.

Yes, from the fair. They thank us for coming.

- Was there anything else? - No, there wasn't.

- Are you expecting exciting news? - What could it be?

Ditmar has everything he needs right here.

It's me. I just wanted to say thanks and ask if you made it home safely.

How is the mood at the hotel?

The maids saw the new plans. It's three times bigger and ugly.

We're going to ask the council if it's legal.

I'd like to hear more about it. Come by later. I can make another omelette.

We have a good offer here. Omelette plus a bed for the night.

- How nice. - You know I'd do anything for you.

I have to go. The chairman is here now. Bye.

From your description it sounds very big.

- I can't imagine it's legal. - I'd have to see the drawings first.

The maids found these in the bin. They're similar to the new ones.

Let me see. Oh dear.

- This is huge. - There must be restrictive covenants.

- The Seerups should know that. - Before they tear the hotel down.

Something's been added here.

- They want tennis courts. - More than one?

- I think they said four. - Tennis courts? Oh dear.

The maids said that 'golf' was written on one drawing.

- Golf? - How could they fit that in?

By buying more land.

Golf? Oh dear, oh dear. That hits the nail on the head.

- Yes! - Doesn't it just?

I need to tell you the way things are here.

Plans like this will be approved.

- Mr. Chairman must be joking. - I'm afraid not.

I can see that you hoped I would say the opposite.

This would gratefully be accepted.

They never say no up here if there's money to be made.

Remember the building of the bunkers. People queued up to be a part of it.

It's like that along the whole west coast. It's about making money.

- Lunch is still on. - I'll have mine with the architect.

- Enjoy. - How did it go?

- Everything is allowed up here. - I could've told you that.

Molin, you keep leaving, and yet you keep coming back.

This time I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back.

- Did you find what you came for? - You could say so, but...

- I gave it away again. - That sounds stupid.

- I found something else. - That you also gave away?

Yes...

I think I did. That was stupid.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Madsen.

Weren't you leaving?

There was... something I forgot to say.

I just wanted to say...

... that you are the most wonderful person I have ever met.

And that my flat and I would be honoured -

- if you visited us in Stockholm.

- Stockholm is far away. - Yes, I realise that.

Why wait?

Mum? Would you come in here?

I found... the letter from the fair.

Did you go through my private things?

I was looking for vouchers among your husband's papers.

- May I have it? - Bruun the Nazi is still your husband!

- Yes, Ditmar. - But he isn't a Nazi anymore.

- Mitzi, allow me. - He regrets it just like I do.

Mitzi, would you leave us for a moment?

Yes, Aunt.

You had him moved close by, so you can visit him.

Do you know how people like Preben were treated at Fårhus Camp?

He's being punished. Ten years. Isn't it time to show human compassion?

You're helping the man who sent me to a concentration camp! Are you nuts?

My dearest Ditmar. My beloved son.

I thought about you in that hellhole every single day.

I will always carry that pain with me.

But Preben is the only man who has ever loved me.

Accepted, respected and desired me.

I'm so happy that you could forgive Mitzi.

I hope that one day you can forgive your mother.

I had hoped for more.

The chairman of the parish council can only do so much.

No.

We're meeting in the parlour.

Mr. Weyse has an idea about saving the hotel.

Mr. Weyse has an idea.

We're all here.

Helene showed me this. It's a disgrace.

I just had a meeting with our architect.

We'll be able to see this monstrosity from our cottage.

- This isn't about us. - Of course not.

- It can't be legal. - But it is.

We'll get someone from the council who'll say the opposite.

The chairman made it clear that permission would be given.

You misunderstand, my friends. Our man is not from the city council.

- We'll just claim that he is. - That would be...

It would be a lie.

But Mr. and Mrs. Seerup don't know that.

- Don't they? - It's worth a try.

- As a civil servant I must... - Do you have a better idea?

But if we did it, who would play the role?

- It has to be someone they don't know. - Any suggestions?

There's one person we could ask...

... whom I'm sure the Seerups haven't met.

You can't be serious, Alice. I can't do that.

If someone finds out, I'll be disbarred.

- I'm rather dependent on the Bar. - Then that's the end of it.

- I thought you'd do anything for me. - That's not fair.

Don't you praise the principle of all's fair in love and war?

- This isn't free of charge, Alice. - We'll deal with that later.

- We're skating on very thin ice. - It's our last resort.

I'm supposed to be from the city council. Why did I turn up?

- To say hello to the new owners. - How do I know that's who they are?

It's good to be prepared if they ask.

You talked to the estate agent, who told you.

Do I just veto all their plans? What if they don't mention them?

- I can't claim that I know anything. - True.

You always contact new owners -

- because you know the rules, regulations and ordinances.

- And I know the penal code. - No! It'll be fine.

Now let's take a look at your costume.

Someone from the council can't afford a jacket like that.

We need something that's far more shabby.

Let's take a look in Hjalmar's closet.

John Henry, come and lie down for a moment.

I think this will be good. And we can control it from home.

We just have to find the right people to run it.

I had hoped you'd like to come here.

Of course. I'm so glad you brought me into the business.

I know it's always been a sorrow that you didn't give me a child.

But this is my child.

Yes? Can I help you?

My name is Poulsen. I'm from the council.

- I hear you're the new owners. - We are.

He's from the city council.

- What is this about? - We try to visit new owners.

And inform them of the rules for remodelling.

I don't know if you have plans along those lines.

We do. Please come in.

- What does he want? - It's about remodelling regulations.

- Are there regulations? - That's how it's done in Denmark.

- Mr. Madsen told me. - Well, well.

Right.

We can tell you a bit about our plans.

- Can we show him? - By all means.

These are the first drafts.

Mr. Weyse, that is nerve-racking.

- I can't wait much longer. - Someone's coming down the stairs.

- How did it go? - I think it went rather well.

Tell us.

They told me about their plans and showed me drawings.

- It's overwhelming, I'll admit. - And then what happened?

I said that it would never be approved -

- and the wife said she'd make a complaint.

I said she was welcome to, but the council -

- and the county and the ministry would be of one mind.

- That didn't deter her at all. - No, I knew she wasn't easy to dupe.

What did you say to that?

I said that the case would be sent to our national trust.

It would be reviewed by the preservation board, the superior preservation board -

- and the valuation commission and the preservation council.

- Are those the rules? - No idea.

The wife started cursing and saying unfavourable things about Denmark.

Let's give Ødegaard Andersen a hand!

No. Let's wait and see what happens.

- Mr. Aurland, thanks for your sweater. - So it is mine.

I thought I'd seen it before.

I heard you were still here, Mr. Poulsen.

I had a short message for a guest.

Thank you for informing us of the construction rules.

As it happens, we won't be carrying out our plans.

That's all. Mr. Madsen.

- Seerup, alright? - Yes and no.

Ødegaard?

Ødegaard, is that you? I didn't recognise you in that get-up.

Have you ever met my lawyer, Ødegaard Andersen?

But...

- You're kidding. - No.

- What did Mr. Seerup say? - He just went up to his wife.

- She won't be pleased. - We should tell Trine and Lily.

Lily went swimming. I don't know about Trine.

Come in. Come in.

Hello, Philip.

- Are you expecting someone? - Yes.

- A new friend? - What do you want?

I just want to tell you that I decided to sell Frijsenholm.

To sell it?

Are you selling the estate that's been in the family for 30 generations?

Yes, thereabouts.

Your ancestors must be spinning in their graves.

It's an amusing image. I should have done it long ago.

- What about your mother and Mitzi? - They'll manage.

- But... where will you go? - To France. I'm buying a house there.

I'll send you the address when I have it. You're welcome anytime you want.

And you're welcome to... bring your new friend.

Is that him? This is awkward. I'll go.

- You're from the hotel. - Did you bring me something?

- It can wait, since you have a guest. - No, let me see.

- It's not very good. - Yes, it is. Trine started painting.

- You are talented. - Listen.

We've been invited to France.

By Count Ditmar. Isn't that nice of him?

Now let's all have some coffee.

I owned the hotel along with a friend of mine called Ditmar.

But it must have been sad for you to sell.

I didn't have any choice if I wanted to be with Uwe.

- And I do. - I understand perfectly.

When Uwe was against the party that I supported -

- I was disappointed and angry.

Later I realised that Uwe's reaction was based on the values I taught him.

Perhaps when we are irritated by our children -

- it's because they have the ideals we once had, but have now betrayed.

Frida! That's the third time. She's obsessed with that doorbell.

Uwe?

I'm talking to your father.

- Then I'll wait here. - No, come in.

It looks just like it did when I left.

- Uwe, it's really you! - Hello, Ursula.

You're finally home.

Hello, Uwe.

Hello, Father.

- What a lovely family you have. - Yes.

- Will you work with Max Brauer? - Yes, I will.

- He's a sensible man. - Although he's a Social Democrat?

Frida!

- What's that? - A kitten.

It's been here a few days. It couldn't find its mother.

- Now it's yours, Frida. - We can't have it at the hotel.

- Why don't you stay here? - Have you seen the city?

It's nothing but ruins. I can't rebuild it and live here.

You have moved your wife and child from a safe country.

Shouldn't you consider them?

The city you're going to help rebuild should accommodate those of us -

- who were wrong and those of you who weren't.

Don't we need to find each other -

- if Germany is to find itself again?

- Did you talk to him? - No, he and his wife are talking.

I didn't want to disturb them. How could you pull a stunt like that?

I've been busy building a cottage for when we return from America.

- I won't return, Georg. - Yes, once in a while.

I'm not going there. If you want to go to America, it'll be without me.

You never even asked if I wanted to go.

Fine! Then stay here for Christ's sake! I'm going!

I don't want to argue. I'm going for a walk.

- Yes? - Your coffee, Mr. Aurland.

We felt the guests might need to fortify themselves.

- And some cake. - Thank you.

Miss Otilia often gives me surprises.

- She left an hour ago. - Did she?

I didn't say goodbye to her.

- I hope she isn't angry. - Why would she be?

I mentioned she was in a quandary. To choose teaching or marriage.

She chose teaching because she's only had eyes for one man.

Goodness. Who?

You might be the cleverest in the hotel -

- but in some areas you're very slow on the uptake.

You never noticed that the one Otilia pined for-

- was you, Mr. Aurland!

There's a suitcase here. Doesn't it look like Mr. Molin's?

- Yes, it's his. - But he isn't in his room.

In the play I'm in with Mr. Weyse, my character says:

"What happens when we dead awaken? Do we find out we've never lived?"

How can you ask a question like that? She must've missed out on a lot.

- Yes. - How is it to lie in my bed?

Instead of under it.

Much, much better.

- What did your wife say? - I told her the situation.

- I imagine she was furious. - No.

She thought it was funny that the guests had gone to such lengths.

It was pathetic, she said.

I thought, "What's this war we've started?"

My wife on one side and the guests and hotel on the other.

It's not what I wanted.

So I told Ellinor that it had to stop.

We'll sell the hotel to someone who'll keep it this way.

I see. Did your wife agree?

She is on her way to the station.

- I see. - I just wanted to say goodbye.

But I'll see you soon in Milwaukee.

About that... I'm having a spot of trouble with the wife.

- I see. - Therese won't come with me.

This was my big chance, but...

But I've grown accustomed to her.

- She worth holding onto. - She is.

- Working together would've been fun. - I thought so too.

- I'd better go and catch my train. - I'll give you a lift.

- Really? - Of course.

Well then...

ONE YEAR LATER THE SUMMER OF 1947

Where the hell are they? I can see their car there.

- They're probably on their way. - I can't see them.

Coming.

- There you are. Which way did you go? - By the beach to get some air.

Phew. It's muggy tonight.

Congratulations on your new grandchild.

He's the cutest little thing, says Amanda.

- Do you like your cottage? - You bet.

- We don't miss the hotel, do we? - Not at all.

It'll be interesting with Edith as the new owner.

- How could she afford it? - The plumbing business is booming.

Mr. Seerup gave them good terms.

- Mrs. Weyse, would you give me a hand? - Weyse, come and have a beer.

- How cosy. - Is yours just as tiny?

Yes, because architects are men. They don't cook.

Don't talk about Mr. Seerup.

It's a sore point. Georg is disappointed that they won't work together.

- Have you heard from him? - No.

- Cheers, old boy. - Potatoes and gravy.

We're upholding traditions with plaice on the first day.

What's this dog's dinner?

You try cooking on those tiny burners.

- Eating at the hotel would be easier. - That's not why we have a cottage.

And tomorrow we're going to Mrs. Fjeldsø's birthday. That'll do.

- They found out anyway. - Thanks to you.

- I mentioned it to Bertha. - Who told Leslie.

- True love cannot be hidden. - Very true.

- Congratulations on your marriage. - We aren't married.

We'll skip it. Bent can't take being married.

- How do you mean? - Where in France do you live?

A village in the south Rhône valley. It's beautiful.

- Ditmar bought a chateau. - A winery.

- Trine came and helped us last year. - How nice.

- Enjoy your meal. - It looks delicious.

It certainly does.

While you've enjoyed the sun, your mother was sent to a home, says Lydia.

I never said that, Olga. I only said the Countess had moved.

She bought a house in Kragskovhede. Mitzi lives with her.

Cheers, Mrs. Fjeldsø.

- We look forward to tomorrow. - I hope you won't be disappointed.

Why would they be disappointed? It'll be lovely.

Where are you going?

When the guests arrive tomorrow, we'll serve sherry too, won't we?

We agreed on cake, pastry and sundry baked goods.

Coffee, tea, cocoa, port, liqueur. Not sherry.

- But guests are coming from England. - I'll add sherry.

Thank you.

And the dinner.

Lobster bisque, saddle of venison and strawberry ice cream. Anything else?

- Has the venison arrived? - It's coming.

- Will it come in time? - Absolutely.

Right.

- Don't be hard on her. - Now she wants sherry too.

Because English guests are coming.

She must mean Morten and Fie, but they moved back long ago.

- How many? - Her relatives in Sweden.

Adam and Sibylle and Sarah and Sibylle's brother Robert.

He's married to Vera, Madsen's daughter. They have children.

- Then Signe and Peter could've come. - They'll have fun with Ane and Emma.

I'm surprised we're invited.

Mrs. Fjeldsø is a snob.

- A ship-owner looks good. - I'm so glad you're here.

I thought we'd stay in Newcastle forever.

Now I don't know why I felt that way.

Yes, it's great to be home.

During the war I often wondered if it would ever come to pass.

And here I am together with the two of you.

Yes.

- Are you touched, Morten? - No, no.

Morten is easily touched now he's older.

It's sweet.

- I can't find it. - It must be out there.

- I looked. - Congratulations on the play.

All the papers raved about it. That must be nice.

You know what it's like.

- Everyone wants to get hold of me. - The play is going on tour.

Without Miss Hansen. She's fallen pregnant.

You make it sound like she's ill.

It's lovely for Miss Hansen, who is now married.

- It's not there. - Then you left it at home.

- Married to whom? - Mr. Molin.

- What about Molin? - He married the charming Miss Hansen.

- And got her up the duff. - So we can't have cognac.

We can have that at the hotel, but we can't go there.

What the hell is all that noise? What the hell are they doing?

Don't shut the window, Georg. It's too hot.

- They started on the wine. - Mrs. Fjeldsø too?

No, she's redoing the seating arrangements for tomorrow. Again.

Heavens above!

Mr. Aurland just arrived. His train was delayed.

- What? - Say something in French. Anything.

Hello, miss. How are you?

- What does it mean? - "How are you?"

I thought you weren't coming this year.

Strange as it may sound, I missed you.

I missed you too.

- Are you going back? - Yes, but not to their place.

- To Paris. I want to go to art school. - Do you?

- You can come and visit me. - I'm engaged.

No problem. Just leave him at home.

- Now you're in charge? - Yes, that's how it turned out.

- Has Miss Otilia arrived? - She isn't coming this year.

I suppose there's no reason to if she's not babysitting Frida.

I'll find another way to contact her.

Yes, I might as well tell you. It made a big impression -

- that Otilia had certain feelings. It gave me food for thought.

But I don't think I should put it in a letter like her vicar did.

- It should be face to face. - You mean...

You're too late, Mr. Aurland.

Otilia accepted Gabriel last autumn.

- Is she married? - Yes, she is.

Yes, well...

Then convey my congratulations if you talk to her.

I'll do that.

There's coffee in the parlour. The others are there.

I think I'll turn in. I'm tired after my journey.

I understand.

Yes...

It was one of Aurland's friends...

- Hownice! - We missed our good friends.

And you and the maids. Congratulations.

Congratulations on your cottages.

We hope we can dine here.

- You're welcome to come every day. - That's good to hear.

- Sit down and have some wine. - Why not?

- Here's the last saddle of venison. - May I see it?

- It looks good. - Yes.

- How do you like owning a hotel? - It's more my wife's job.

One gets certain ideas. A little modernisation.

- I wouldn't tell Edith that. - I know.

But time doesn't stand still.

- Hello? - Am I disturbing you?

Oh, it's you. No, you're not. And I hear congratulations are in order.

Edith told me...

It must be a new life being a vicar's wife instead of a teacher.

I told Søren I wouldn't stop teaching.

I was wondering if I can tempt you to come to the vicarage.

We're having a series of lectures, and I thought of you.

A lecture? What would I talk about?

Perhaps the Nuremberg Trials if you like.

I didn't understand what you were on about at first.

How momentous it was that four liberating powers could join forces -

- in civilised trials.

I'm sure many people would like to hear your thoughts.

I miss our conversations.

So do I, Otilia.

I'll send you some tentative dates.

- Goodbye, hr. Aurland. - Goodbye.

This is what it looks like from here. I bought them to protect the view.

It helps that they're ours.

- I hope there won't be any more. - So do I.

- Another? - No thanks.

- Good evening, Mr. Madsen. - Mr. Seerup. What a surprise!

I just came from your new cottage.

- Is your wife with you? - No.

Ellinor and I got a divorce in the autumn.

- I'm sorry I've not been in contact. - Don't be.

- It took time to wrap up the company. - Wrap up? Do you mean...?

Yes, I've moved back to Denmark.

I was wondering if you'd still like to work together.

Mr. Madsen and Mr. Weyse's wives are here, so we can play bridge.

We're waiting for you, Olga.

Is it still the seating arrangements? They were fine.

I don't know why I've got myself into this.

I've made them come up here from all over.

Sweden and France. And England.

You haven't made anyone come. They look forward to it.

- They feel obligated. - Nonsense.

You know how I've always felt about birthdays.

Why make a show of being a year older?

It's not like it's an achievement.

It's an opportunity to meet and be together. And celebrate you.

For what?

For being the person you are.

My dearest sister, who my whole life has led the way -

- but always turned and asked:

"Are you there, Lydia?"

That's who I'll celebrate tomorrow.

Olga.

Now let's go down and play bridge. Shall we?

You go, Lydia.

But I... I won't sit down there blubbing.

She's coming, but don't mention her birthday. She's a bit fragile.

who's that coming down the street?

Who's that looking so petite?

who's that coming down to meet me here?

Sweetest who you've ever seen.

You know exactly who I mean.

I could tell her miles away from here.

Yes, sir, that's my baby. No, sir, I don't mean maybe.

Yes, sir, that's my baby now.

Oh, yes, ma'am, we've decided.

No, ma'am, we won't hide it.

Yes, ma'am, you're invited now.

Oh, by the way

oh, by the way

when we reach the preacher I'll say:

Oh, yes, sir, that's my baby. No, sir, I don't mean maybe.

Yes, sir, that's my baby now.

Aren't we supposed to play cards, Lydia?

- Yes. - Then how about dealing?

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