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Hey there. It's been a while.

At last, it's Christmas here on Cobbler Street.

With gingerbreads in the windows and lanterns lit.

Well... I needed a gentle kick to make it happen.

And Stine gave me that kick.

No. I'm messing it all up.

Let me tell you how it all began.

Everybody was looking forward to the first Christmas after the war.

Well, almost everyone.

Because there was one who was on the run!

Tickets, please.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Ticket, please.

Here you are. Yes.

Hi there.

Hey, excuse me?

Do you have a ticket? Wait!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Hey!

Flagge. Flagge!

- Flagge! - Yes?

- There was a stowaway on the train. - A stowaway?

Yes! We almost caught her, but she slipped away.

- What did she look like? - A little girl with short blond hair.

- How old was she? - I wouldn't know. She must be here.

An ever so small Christmas mystery was hiding at my place.

Where she came from and who she actually was, puzzled me.

One thing was for sure, it would change everything.

Hello!

Well. Our first encounter could have been a bit better.

Stine is my name. Good morning.

How did you get in here?

I needed a place to sleep and the hatch was open, so...

Quite a bit better.

Out.

In my defense I wasn't used to visitors.

Out, out, out!

Yes...

- A nice workshop you have. - Out, out, out!

- Are you a shoemaker? - Out!

Listen. A stowaway jumped off the train at the station. A little girl.

Someone at the railway company was approached by those looking for her.

- Who? - The secretary I assume.

No, not who at the railway company.

- Who is looking for the stowaway? - I have no idea.

- What does she look like? - I've only met her once.

Dark hair, I recall. Quite large red glasses.

- Age? - About 70 years I guess.

No, not the secretary at the railway company, Flagge.

- The little girl. - Oh. Her hair is short and blonde.

- She's wearing a green jacket. - Green jacket.

Yes, a green jacket. With a hood.

So, a little girl. Blonde hair, green jacket with a hood.

Yes, that's right.

- Okay. Do we have a name? - Yes. Stine Berg.

- Stine Berg. - Yes, that's right.

Keep your eyes open at the station, Flagge. Stay sharp! Stay alert!

That was the situation.

Stine was on the run, and she still believed the best hiding place was...

my workshop.

Excuse me. My shoes are damaged. Can you fix them?

Great. Thank you!

I don't allow customers in here. People use the hatch. Wait outside.

I would have, but... I don't have any shoes.

When they're done, you leave.

What if I make you breakfast? In exchange for you fixing my shoes.

Don't you have any bread?

There's almost nothing.

Don't you ever go for groceries?

You... You do it.

You go to the bakery and buy me a loaf of bread.

Yes, but I don't have any money, so...

There.

The door doesn't work. Use the hatch.

Well, look at those...

Yes, what will it be today?

- I'll have that one. - That, please.

I only have the one. I could divide it.

- Not on my behalf. - Not my either.

- That's not necessary. - Not at all.

Don't worry about that.

Well, I'll have to leave. Flowers don't grow by themselves.

Well, actually they do.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Next, please.

- What can I do for you? - A loaf of bread, please.

One loaf. Sigvald!

I haven't seen you before. Visiting someone for Christmas?

I'm just out shopping for the shoemaker.

For Andersen?

Jens Petrus Andersen?

How nice that someone...

I would have done his groceries for him if it hadn't been for...

If it hadn't been for...

- Yes, hadn't it been for... - For what?

- Well, he only talks to the mailman. - The mailman?

That's why the mailman runs errands for him.

- Is he the only one running errands? - Yes.

So what... Take it.

What were we to do when the mailman slipped on the ice and broke his leg?

- Doesn't Andersen leave his house? - No, he doesn't.

He hasn't been outside for years.

- Thank you, but I only have a dime. - You keep it.

He's lucky to have you.

Very lucky. Bye!

Hello! Here I am!

- I've finished your shoes. - Great!

Breakfast is ready soon too.

- How did you get all that? - A smile takes you a long way.

I have a proposal.

What if I were to move in here?

My father was supposed to come by train, but he's been delayed.

And I need a place to stay. Just for a few days.

I need a place to stay, you need someone to run your errands.

Until the mailman is on his feet.

Mail...? Where's the mailman? What's happened to the mailman?

Well, he just...

broke... his leg.

He won't be able to run errands for you for a very, very long time.

The baker thought it would be months.

I can do it myself. I can do my own groceries.

Okay, you can? Then I'm not of use. Bye! Merry Christmas!

No, wait, wait, wait.

- When will your father arrive? - Soon.

Fine! You can have the bench at the door. And don't venture upstairs.

Okay.

Good.

Bye.

- Safe trip to town! - Yes.

Suddenly I had a little runaway camping on my bench, -

- waiting for her dad.

Who he was and why they were to meet up here, I didn't ask.

- The Norwegian Weekly? - Yes.

Yes, and then there was Tilla Hjul.

Tilla. Tilla Hjul.

She had one Christmas radio hit a long time ago.

"Bells Are Tolling You Home For Christmas". It was everywhere!

In all the papers and magazines.

Now journalists from The Norwegian Weekly were here -

- to write about a completely different topic, so Tilla saw an opportunity for a comeback.

You're writing about the rebuilding of our country?

Yes. The first Christmas in Norway after the war.

So I thought... "Tilla, you have to show them your church."

Our church, which was so utterly bombed to pieces during the war.

Ta-da! Voilà!

Isn't it fantastic?

Well, the motive, not the bombing.

- Okay. - Should we move on?

Yes... You don't recognize me?

The Norwegian Weekly. This is me. This is actually...

This is the same church before it was bombed.

I was the one with... "Ding, dong bells, tolling you home for Christmas."

The bells are tolling you home for Christmas...

- Oh yes! That Christmas hit. - That's me!

It's that song. Mom loves it. Grandma too.

- Maybe we should take a few pictures? - Yes!

- What if I climb up here? That's how... - Fun!

- I think I was... on that... - Yes, right. Really good.

- Stop! Halt! - Flagge!

- You thought you could fool me? - What are you doing?

- It's the stowaway! Stop! - Flagge! This is Oddvar, your neighbor!

Come, Oddvar. We go home.

Excuse me. What's this about a stowaway?

A little girl jumped off here. She's all alone.

Police Commissioner Klinke said we should be alert. Keep our eyes peeled.

Would you be a darling and help me a bit here?

That sounds intriguing.

Stop talking to them about this girl!

Thank you. Scram!

We should write about that!

- Yes. Where were we? Follow me. - We have some questions.

Good morning. Coffee?

I thought you might be hungry.

Again.

Besides, I found this. Good for your health.

No! No, no, no!

Don't touch.

Don't touch my stuff.

Hello? Andersen? I have a pair of shoes.

- They belong to Randi. - Okay, okay.

It would be helpful if they could be ready at least... Thanks.

Is that how it works?

Merry Christmas!

Don't you talk to them? How long has this gone on?

When does your father arrive?

Any time. When he does, we're going home for Christmas.

I'll have one present for every Christmas we've been separated due to the war.

He promised. It'll be the best Christmas since the beginning of Christmas.

- And your mother? - I only have my father.

I attended a boarding school for girls while he was fighting in the war.

What about you? Is there a Mrs. Shoemaker?

Or some tiny slipper makers?

I wasn't one to babble.

- Where are you going? - Morning nap.

But poor Stine didn't know that. She did her best.

She made the place spotless. Every nail found its place.

Every shank, sole, screwdriver, tweezer, pricker, forceps, heel plate, and scissors.

Chisel, measuring tape, sewing palm, needle, wax, and thread.

Good heavens. It hadn't been this tidy since I had customers visiting.

Perfect.

- What have you done? - I've used nails and cloves.

- You've destroyed it! - That's all right.

No, no, no, no, no!

- It's just an orange. - No, it's not just an orange.

We'll just go to the grocery store. Buy a new one.

That's enough! I want you out of here!

So Stine had her secrets, and I had mine.

This is funny. My dear great-uncle Willy used to live here.

Outside, Tilla was busy showing the journalists what the village had to offer.

Played the comb. And a Jew's harp. Very musical.

I belong to a very musical family. He played a lot of...

Maybe those children know more about the stowaway girl?

- Yes. - We'll ask them afterward.

He had a lovely, hilarious...

And...

When Stine came crawling out my hatch, Tilla suspected who the stowaway was.

And music is the salt of life... for me.

And during the war...

One acquired... a very strong sense of solidarity.

The Nisse in the barn has his Christmas treat, so good and sweet!

He nods and smiles, so happily. Christmas porridge he just loves to eat!

Around him, the rats think he's sharing. And they're staring, and they're staring.

They're all so fond of Christmas porridge, and they're dancing, dancing in a ring!

But Nisse shakes his spoon so angrily. "Scoot off, you all," he warns warily.

My Christmas porridge is mine to eat. No one here will have an extra treat.

The rats keep jumping around, just dancing, and they flutter, and they flitter.

An orange, please.

- Ration card? - I'm shopping for Andersen, the shoemaker.

I don't think so. Oranges are rationed.

Andersen has had his.

Can he please have one more? I really need it.

As do we all. Apples, bananas, pears, and fruit salad in bed.

That's not how life is, is it? Anything else?

- Who's that? - The florist.

- Does he often play music there? - Yes. It happens.

Maybe he's standing there to offer himself up.

To you.

- What do you mean? - I think he likes you.

- That's just children's rubbish. - Look out the window. You'll see.

So I'll just take that orange.

And Anderson doesn't claim his ration for next month.

Mhm.

What are you doing? We must abide by our rationing rules!

- She said I could have it! - She didn't listen!

- She didn't know what she agreed to! - Can't you look the other way?

Do I look like someone who doesn't tell?

Okay, take it.

Jørgen Rønningen! Were you about to take the orange?

- No, no, no! - No? What is all this?

He heard I needed an orange and wanted to help.

- But I said no. We abide by the rules. - That's not right!

Quiet! Get out!

Out!

Hold up! You're Jørgen, right?

So wait!

You owe me. I saved you from being caught for stealing.

- That's not what happened! - Wait. Sorry.

That was foolish. How can you forgive me?

Go to Ms. Frantzen and tell her what actually happened.

Okay. I'll do that.

Can you give me a tip about anyone who doesn't use their orange ration?

Rosengren, maybe?

He doesn't dare talk to Ms. Frantzen.

Thank you!

Where are you going?

Weren't we going to Ms. Frantzen?

I just need his orange ration. We'll go there after.

- Why do you think he'll give it to you? - Jørgen, Jørgen.

- So young and naive. - You're just slightly older than me.

- Excuse me, Mr. Rosengren. - Nope. The store is closed.

I'm to rehearse with The Wind Trio.

Rehearse? I heard you play, you're amazing! You don't need to rehearse.

The whole town is bewitched by your music and your melodies.

Well, yes.

But The Wind Trio needs to rehearse. Not all are harmonized.

You don't say. And who's fault is that?

I mean us as a collective group, not any one individual, Snipp.

I think we're quite harmonized. Others like to stand out.

- I just try to add some spice! - Lucky us.

- Yes, you are. - What to do without you?

That went well.

- We sound a bit weak. - Is that my fault?

- It is a professional assessment. - Professional assessment?

- What about Ms. Frantzen? - Are you following me?

I'm not following you.

The flute should sound fragile and humble in a world where everyone shows off!

You don't need to take everything so personally!

- Don't... - You could have worn nicer shoes!

You shouldn't laugh at a man who is down for the count!

What's your plan?

- Could I have a word? - I'd rather you didn't.

I wonder if you'd like to make an impression on Ms. Frantzen.

- Imagine that. - Very funny!

You would be quite the man if you saved a little kid's Christmas.

- Quite the man... - Will you stop it?

- Was that too personally? - I don't take things personally!

Don't talk to me about taking anything personally!

I need your orange ration...

Enough from the pair of you! We have a performance in a bit.

We have a repertoire, although a tad weak, to revise. Farewell!

Sorry, but I don't think you were listening.

I don't mean to disturb your important rehearsal.

- But I need an orange... - Have you brought an audience?

Who are you?

My name is S... Anna. I'm Jørgen's best friend.

Why are you here?

I need... an orange ration for Mr. Andersen.

I wondered if I could borrow one from Mr. Rosengren.

The problem is he doesn't dare talk to Ms. Frantzen.

- Of course I dare. - No, you don't.

- I do! - No, you don't.

And that's sad since Mr. Rosengren is so in love.

- In love? I'm not in love! - And she's in love with you.

She's really in love with you. You should talk to her before it's too late.

Do you have the courage now?

That's how it all happened.

Thanks to Stine, the love birds found each other.

They just needed a gentle push.

- Anna? - Yes?

- Where do you live? - Up there. In that green house.

At Andersen's?

Well, not live... Just for a few days. Until my dad comes to get me.

But, Anna?

If... we were to meet up to do something tomorrow, we can.

We're friends after all.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hello. Well, you're a lovely one.

Aren't you the little girl who was at Shoemaker Andersen's before?

- Yes... - Yes.

How nice having a visitor for Christmas.

For someone who usually doesn't like having visitors. Who hates visitors.

I don't think I've seen you before.

Where are you from?

- I'm actually in a bit of a hurry. - Or...

I don't know, maybe... Maybe you're not visiting at all?

Well?

Maybe you're just playing hide and seek?

Or are busy with other... fun stuff?

In that case, if I were you... If I were you...

I would be more careful.

Do better at playing hide and seek.

Kept hidden. Not roaming the streets, running off at the mouth.

Not when we are visited by The Norwegian Weekly. Understood?

Hello, Anna!

- Hello! - Hello.

- Hello, Anna! - Hello.

I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about.

Stine 1, Andersen 0.

Why is he picking you up here? Why not at the girl's school?

What do you mean?

If he had picked you up at the girl's school, -

- he could have done so whenever he wanted.

He wouldn't have to pick you up here. You wouldn't need a new place to stay.

- We've been through this. - We haven't.

- I told you all about how things are. - You didn't.

You didn't. There is no logic to him coming to pick you up here.

All right. I'll tell you the truth.

You know this girl's school? It was a dreadful place.

So I ran away.

And my father... he's also on the run.

From the police.

That's why we agreed to meet up here.

So we could go somewhere to spend Christmas together.

If they find us, he has to go back to jail.

Then maybe I'll never see him again.

Satisfied?

Miss Hjul!

How pleasant.

- Any nice pictures for the magazine? - I wondered if you've heard anything.

- Heard about ...? - No, no.

This mysterious little girl lurking around town.

There's only one gal to me, you know.

She came here as a stowaway all on her own. This is...

This is a girl who doesn't belong here. If she's missing, you would've heard, right?

Oh ...!

Reidar!

Funny you should mentioned it. I have received a flyer.

It's been too much lately with my leg and Christmas...

- Reidar! Give it to me. - Yes. I will.

WANTED NOTICE

- Yes. Ran away. - Oh?

Ran away from Grådraget boarding school for girls.

And a telephone number I can call.

It says her name is Stine Berg. Klinke calls her Anna.

Is this who they talk about?

Hey! This might be a fun story for that magazine.

Or not. Or not at all.

I see you on the front of the magazine.

On the main front page. And then this on the back page.

All the way at the back.

But then again, there is no reason to run it.

There, while longing for her lost past, Tilla had the idea -

- how she could utilize those journalist's interest for Stine, to her advantage.

- Are you calling that number? - You're not as stupid as you look.

Can you imagine the headline?

"Tilla Hjul, the renowned singer,"... Very renowned.

"reunited the lost child with her girl's school."

- And brought her home for Christmas! - Home for Christmas.

First I just have to make sure she is Stine Berg.

The day after Stine was looking to see if her father was on the train.

Like she did every time there was a noise from the platform.

I'm going for my morning nap.

All aboard!

Dear daddy. So...

"The time has come to spend Christmas here at the embassy in Australia."

"Though there isn't much Christmas spirit I managed to get hold of an orange."

"I'll count down the clove spikes till Christmas Eve" -

- "like we always did, thinking of you."

"I know you don't want to, but if you've changed your mind," -

- "you can reply to the same address as before."

"I hope we can be friends again."

"I miss you."

Jenny.

Anna?

- What are you doing here? - It's Jørgen.

He's probably wondering if we can go play. Is that okay?

Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

What are those?

They're invitations.

- For what? - For a Christmas tradition of ours.

At the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year, we dip candles.

- Are you inviting me? - Yes, I am.

Come on, then.

- How does candle dipping work? - Candle dipping is...

Tilla Hjul was on a mission to make sure that Stine really was Stine Berg.

A poor little girl who had run away from Grådraget boarding school.

She imagined how heart-wrenching the headlines would be.

About the beloved singer who brought the little girl home for Christmas.

The nation thanking her!

And the new recording contract!

The audience who loved her again! Oh, how they loved her again!

Ding, dong bells!

- Bells tolling to see you home for Christmas - You got it!

But it's not off-key enough.

- Poor thing, she's desperate. - Yes, imagine that...

- Hello! There you are. - Hello, Tilla.

We've been looking for you everywhere.

- Have you heard anything? - What?

About the girl jumping off the train and ended up here.

We just spoke to our editor, he thinks it sounds intriguing.

Doesn't it?

Well, that... I must say...

I think this case is getting more and more intriguing too.

What if I make some inquiries?

Maybe I can dig up a small Christmas titbit for you.

I'm looking forward to this!

Just so you're warned, those parents of mine are a bit strange.

They don't resemble me, so to speak.

- You look amazing in that. - Thank you so much.

Jørgen, my tiny little hedgehog, Is that you?

Tiny little hedgehog.

I'm not a hedgehog!

Hello!

Now... You must be Anna.

Jørgen has told us so mu... told us about you!

- Hello. - In this family, we hug!

- Cornelius, guess who's here! - Huh?

Look out! The ...!

- Yes, a little... - Ah!

Dad!

It's Jørgen's new best friend... or friend.

- Anna! You are for real! - Yes, we were...

We were busy painting, you see, Come, I'll show you!

Well, this is our home. Welcome!

Look.

- Do you think there's a resemblance? - To ...?

Well, me.

I heard that!

A portrait from the Middle Ages because he's turning middle-aged soon.

Oh, I see!

Where is everything?

- Why isn't everything ready? - Ready?

For the candle dipping.

- Haven't you started? - That's today ...!

Have you forgotten about the candle dipping?

- No, no! How is that possible? - Sorry, Jørgen. We totally forgot.

How could you forget? I've handed out invitations and everything!

We were so focused on the painting and forgot.

- But we'll fix it. - Yes, we'll manage this.

- We'll just improvise. - Yes.

No! There's no decoration. Nothing is like it usually is!

How are we going to solve this? People are arriving any moment!

- It'll be all right. We'll fix this. - No! This won't do!

Everything's going to be so wrong!

- No. No, no, no! - Sorry.

- Get up. Go to the kitchen. - Okay.

How long till they start arriving?

You get the kettle, I'll fix the decoration.

Half an hour.

Jørgen, we'll manage. Come on!

Will you grab that? And you take that big box.

I'm sorry! Sorry.

- This is great! - Shall I empty this?

How much time is left?

- Hey! - Look out!

- Move! - Let's see.

- This is quite good. - No, underneath.

Cornelius, can you move that table...

- Where does this go? - Just... Just put it down.

- Anna! You should come more often. - I'd like that.

- You're changing before they come, right? - Are you sure?

I think this looks rather nice.

- Mom! - Yes. You have to change.

Are you sure?

- They're a bit... tiresome. - I like them.

You do? What are your parents like, then?

Dad is a bit queer too.

Once he was going to be Santa Claus. He lost track of time and got stressed.

He took a red dress in place of his Santa Claus costume.

He put on his mask upside down. It looked like he had long white hair

When he came out, the children got scared when he spoke in a dark voice:

"Are there any well-behaved children?" He looked like a witch.

Aaaare there any well-behaved children?

Mom, I think you would like Anna's father.

I don't doubt it. When will we be seeing him?

He's coming to pick me up soon.

She's staying at Shoemaker Andersen's now.

Oh, with the shoemaker?

Yes... How ...? How do you know ...? Or...

- People are coming! - Yes! I'll open the door!

- Hi. How are you doing? - Well, I'm doing fine.

At the candle dipping, when everyone had arrived, everything seemed perfect.

The small talk, Jørgen's warm home, and people smiling at each other.

- A nice candle. - Thank you.

- You're well on your way. - Thank you.

Still, Stine felt uneasy after Jørgen's mother had learned she stayed with me.

Excuse me.

Just place the wick around...

- Where should I put it? - Just let it hang there.

How many twists?

- Hello. - Hi.

- Thanks for having me. - Don't leave.

- Our family falls apart! - It's supper time. I have to...

How nice! And nice that you made two.

- One for your dad and one for Andersen. - Yes, just perfect.

How come your father and Andersen know each other?

You didn't just stroll in through the door of a random shoemaker?

- No, not through the door. - Right.

How come you know him, then?

Well, he's my grandpa.

Didn't you know?

- Is Andersen your grandpa? - Yes, of course.

So you're Jenny's daughter?

- Yes. Jenny is my mother. - Okay.

- I see. - Well.

- I think I've got to move along. - Yes, but...

Are you leaving already, Anna?

- Don't leave now, it's so pleasant here. - Miss Hjul, how nice.

- There's lots of wax... - Anna, Anna. It's Anna, right?

You appear everywhere! The last time I saw you was at Andersen's.

Yes. Even if he never lets anyone in.

That's not so strange. Andersen is her grandpa, after all.

Is he ...?

Yes. She's Jenny's daughter.

- Oh! That's why you do groceries for him. - Yes, of course.

- Is Jenny here? - No. She and Dad are coming soon.

But doesn't Jenny live abroad?

What country was that, Anna?

Australia. Dad is a diplomat at the embassy.

I see. But you came here all on your own?

Poor thing, so many questions! Cornelius, the Christmas negus...

So... Jenny sent...

Jenny sent her daughter here to Andersen for the first time -

- all the way from down under like a little Christmas card?

That sounds a bit strange.

Jenny has written to Andersen every year since she left.

But Andersen has never replied. Because they quarreled.

So I think they're still on bad terms.

But what are we discussing?

I'm sure there is an explanation. Hurry home to Andersen.

- So he doesn't wonder where you've gone. - Yes.

- Hurry. - Bye!

- Stine? - Yes?

Isn't your name "Anna"?

When Stine returned that night she acted strange.

- Have you made supper? - Yes.

Perfect! I'm starving!

More strange than usual, I mean. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Are you okay?

Oh yes, I'm okay!

There's just one thing missing! Haven't you decorated for Christmas?

You have to decorate!

How nice that the editor thinks this would be a good story.

- Absolutely. - Yes. Do you get it all?

The telephone, me, the photographs of me.

Well. It's not just the bells that can ring you home for Christmas.

Good evening. Is this Grådraget boarding school for girls?

It has probably never been this cozy here.

Do you have more? We need lots of decoration.

- Maybe in this cardboard box. - What about the one over the bench?

Do you have anything to climb up on? A high chair?

- I can see if... - That's okay. Don't worry.

Wait a minute.

Stine!

What's that?

Hm?

Is it broken?

Oh, the arm came off.

Let me have a look.

I can sow his arm back on if you let me have him.

Let's see. Oh yes, look at that.

He'll be all right. We'll just sow it back on.

Come.

What's his name?

Haakon. Like our king.

Like our king, I see.

Well, well.

You'll have to lie still, Your Majesty.

So I can sow the last bit of your arm.

You need a good arm to wave with, Your Majesty.

If not, you'll have to wave your left arm. That won't do.

There. I think His Majesty is in perfect health.

Ready to be discharged from the ward.

Where did you get him?

- Dad gave him to me. - It won't be long till he's here.

You must miss him.

Don't you miss your daughter?

Jenny.

How do you know about her?

Why don't you reply to her postcards?

No. No. No, no, no, no.

This is none of your business.

- What are you quarreling about? - This is none of your business!

Even if you've fallen out, it seems like she wants to make up.

You miss her. You kept her postcards.

Be quiet now! You're just a child, and this is not your business!

- You know nothing! - I'm trying to help. She's your daughter.

- Okay, I'll leave then. - Fine. You do that!

Finally!

- Goodbye! - Yes. Bye! Bye-bye!

How nice, fathers who aren't there for their children!

Yes, like your father is there for you.

Don't speak ill of Dad!

Hello! Welcome.

I'm so happy I could find Stine for you.

Oh, poor little thing.

Tilla. Tilla Hjul. Nice to meet you.

Hello, Anna.

Are you okay?

Can I come in?

Yes, of course. Come.

Come in here.

What has happened?

Nothing.

I'm just...

Andersen isn't my grandpa. He lets me stay with him for Christmas, because...

Because I'm waiting for my father.

But now he won't let me stay there anymore, so I wondered...

I wondered if I might stay with you.

- Dear, of course. - Anna, dear. What...

What's happened to you?

One moment.

Good evening, Alma. This is Miss Oline Persdatter.

From Grådraget boarding school for girls. I'm looking for Stine Berg.

Oh? We don't know any Stine.

- Who's that? - I heard she was here.

- Is that you? - There's no Stine here.

We're looking for Anna.

- Or should I say "Stine"? - I don't understand...

Have you been lying all along?

I don't know Stine. Anna is in the kitchen.

- The kitchen! - Excuse me!

What's going on?

Come back!

Stine!

Stine, please stop!

Stine!

Stop!

Stine!

It's not safe!

Stine!

Stine, come down!

Hold it! It could collapse at any time!

Please! It's far too dangerous!

Stine!

- Stine! - Stine, come down!

- Listen! - Don't climb higher up!

- Oh! - Careful!

- You could fall! - Stine!

Please come down!

- What? - Up there!

Stine! Stine, come down at once!

Stine, come down!

"Grådraget girl's school."

"To the administrator at Grådraget Boarding School for Girls."

"We regret to inform you that Aleksander Berg, father of Stine Berg"...

"has fallen in combat."

He's dead.

No higher up now!

You have to stop! Stay where you are!

No!

But you're going home!

Grådraget isn't home! I don't have a home!

She won't listen to us. Not anyone.

Andersen.

Mr. Andersen!

Andersen. You have to come out! You must help us.

It's Stine! She climbed up the bell tower and could fall at any moment!

She doesn't listen to any of us.

Hello? Are you awake?

Andersen!

Please! She needs you!

We need you.

Please, Andersen. You have to try!

You must come out! You must help us!

You have to come! Now!

Open up!

Come! Please!

Open the door!

Hurry!

Hey! It's Andersen.

Is that Andersen?

It can't be...

Andersen. Andersen! It's not safe.

She's not to be on her own.

Not now.

- We have to save the news story. - The news story?

We have to save them!

- Klinke! Police Commissioner Klinke! - Yes?

We have to get everybody to...

Careful!

Come on! You can do it!

A little further! Just a little!

Hi.

I found the letter about your father.

It was sad to read.

He promised to come home for me after the war.

We were to spend Christmas together.

Was that why you ran away from school?

I couldn't stand it anymore.

So when Christmas came, I planned to escape.

Find a family to spend Christmas with.

Yes...

I don't think you'll find one up here.

Unless you want to spend Christmas with a little family of bats.

Why don't you reply to your daughter?

That's a bit complicated, Stine.

Jenny's mom died when Jenny was born.

Oh.

Maybe I was a bit too scared to lose Jenny too.

So often I didn't let her participate in things.

She got so angry with me, so when she turned 15...

she just left.

And then I said...

some bad things, so we haven't spoken since.

- Things like what? - Well...

Things like if she left, she wouldn't be my daughter anymore.

How stupid! How could you say such a thing?

Yes, that was stupid.

So even if she writes to me, I don't reply, because...

Well, I guess I'm still ashamed.

I haven't quite learned how to forgive myself for what I did.

I think you should.

Yes.

Yes, maybe I should.

That way I would probably get out more often too.

How about it, Stine? Should we try to get down again?

We managed to climb up.

Stine! Stine!

Look!

- Grab hold! - Hold on to it!

- Are you ready? Stretch it out! - Good!

Jump! Jump!

- Just jump! - It will be all right!

You can jump now!

- Jump! - Jump!

- How do you feel? - Okay, I think.

You're at the infirmary. But the doctor said you don't have any injuries.

You... were very lucky.

Andersen is okay. He's at home.

- The train is leaving shortly. - The train?

Back to Grådraget. We're catching the first one leaving.

Thank you so much, Commissioner. You'll have to file a report to our board.

- I take it you will assist us? - Yes, that's in order.

Good. It's important to be thorough.

We have time to drop by Andersen or Jørgen if you want to...

- That's all right. - Say goodbye?

- I can greet them from you, at least. - Come on, Stine.

Well... have a nice trip, Stine.

And a Merry Christmas.

No one is coming, Stine.

It'll be good to come home for Christmas.

- Hey! Stop! - Stop that train!

- Hello! - Stop the train!

- Hey! - Hold on! Stop the train!

Stop the train!

- That was close. - You almost left us!

But Andersen got hold of this sleigh and horse...

What's going on here?

- Well, we... - You can't leave now.

We've just become friends.

We need you on Cobbler Street. You belong here.

- Isn't that obvious? - It's true.

Mom and Dad have never been this close to making the train!

So what do you say?

Do you want to come live with us?

As we all know, the church bells can't toll to mark the beginning of Christmas.

But Stine had a brilliant idea.

When the bells are quiet, we can play to mark the beginning of Christmas!

That wasn't the only idea she had.

After having heard us rehearse establishing it sounds a bit weak...

she had a solution. Therefore it's my great honor -

- to introduce for the very first time:

The Cobbler Street disharmonic Wind Quartet!

Very good, Andersen!

One, two, three, four.

Snow was drifting oh so fine gracing window sills of mine

this morning when I woke up to a winter land.

We put our scarfs and mittens on, hasting out, forgetting none.

Traces of our feet, more than a thousand.

And so Christmas arrived on Cobbler Street.

The first Christmas after the war.

A Christmas so different in every way.

Some got to know each other better.

To the joy and relief of good friends.

Most got what they had wished for.

Maybe Stine more than anyone.

A family.

- What are you making? - A character called Sockolus.

I'm making one called Tøfflus.

Life is a bit like jumping from the bell tower.

Sometimes you have to trust that people catch you when you fall.

You must write "Daddy" there.

That's why I'm finally writing to you, my dearest Jenny.

- You're her father. - Yes. I thought I'd write "father".

- Daddy! - I'll write "Daddy".

All my love, Daddy.

Merry Christmas!

When I was very young, my father said to me:

I think you'll be a shoemaker like your father before thee.

There are a lot of things you can be in this world of ours.

So I have been repairing shoes for hour after hour.

Yes, I've been a shoemaker and faithful to my last.

Not ever I've regretted it. No, it has been a blast.

Yes.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all of you.