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They locked me up in prison Though I did nothing wrong

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And in this hour of darkness I'll share with you my song

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May it while away the hours And solitude abate

Take heed, I do implore you From my tragic fate

I've done nothing wrong!

I can pay!

Let me in!

Please accept this Christmas gift...

...from Jacob Tengsereid, to an unknown friend. Here you go.

It's honest stolen goods!

Merry Christmas!

A lusty young smith At his vice stood a-filing

His hammer laid by But his forge still aglow

When to him a buxom young damsel Came smiling

And asked if to work In her forge he would go

Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum In and out, in and out, ho!

What the devil?!

Was there anything else?

No, thanks.

Oh wait, fire up the cigar!

I got this from down in Hamburg.

Brings a man back to life.

Yes, sir.

Ask Niels Slutter to shut the prisoners up!

Yes, sir. Merry Christmas!

Jacob, old friend!

I couldn't let you spend Christmas Eve in here!

I thought you ran away?

No, I was at the inn over here.

If it isn't Niels Slutter!

Quelle élégance!

Hey, Niels! The chief said to shut them up. He wants peace and quiet.

Did you hear that? Be quiet! The chief wants a peaceful Christmas Eve.

Rum, rum, rum In and out

Listen, Niels. I need a word with you.

But not with ladies present.

Niels, come here!

Niels!

Let me out, Niels!

-Well, I never! -Ole Høiland is too good to be in here.

-Nature's calling, Niels. -Piss against the wall.

Come on, Niels. It's Christmas Eve.

I'll help you with the lamp.

If you run away, I'll shoot!

After you!

Well, I never--!

THE BALLAD OF THE MASTER THIEF OLE HØILAND

In my early days of youth Life was merely joy and lust

Now I have nothing left I forgot God's virtue so just

Already as a young man I was the wayward sheep

Scornfully I just laughed God, your virtues you may keep

Look what I got!

-Where did you get that watch? -It's mine!

-It's silver! -I bartered my knife for it.

This is stolen goods!

It doesn't matter.

At fifteen years of age I became an employee

But so it was not written In the book of destiny

My mind was soon consumed by Thoughts of vice and theft

So I sought to practice And in this art became quite deft

Ole!

The watch is gone!

Where's that thief? Ole! Kids, have you seen him?

He took the watch from the cabinet!

What watch?

No, it's nothing...

A hobo came by and took it.

So you didn't take it?

No.

Ole Pedersen Høiland!

Please read the Seventh Commandment.

"Thou shalt not... steal".

Louder, so everyone can hear!

"Thou...

Shalt..."

"Not..."?

What shall you not?

"Steal..."

"Steal".

So say it!

Say it so loud that even God up in heaven can hear you!

"Thou shalt not steal"!

Correct.

No-one escapes divine retribution.

God sees all things, and--

Here we are. A storage chest.

And beautifully decorated.

A chest fit for a bride!

Please make your offers!

-The highest bidder gets it! -Two and a half silver coins!

Two and a half silver coins, for a treasure such as this?

No chance. Give me a better offer!

Four silver coins!

That's a poor price for such quality.

Come on now, make higher bids!

I'd love to have it, but I'd rather have the money.

-Five silver coins! - I have five silver coins! Going once.

Five silver coins going twice.

Sold for five silver coins!

There goes the chest for five silver coins.

It'll come in handy when your daughter gets married.

It does have someone else's name on I, but you can paint it out.

Next item: A first-class cradle.

-He's selling our cradle, Peder. -Oh, well. We don't need it anymore.

He's not here?

-He doesn't know anything about this. -That's right.

Maybe he could help?

I'm sure the lawman would be pleased if he did.

Still, you should've sent for him.

Where?

Nobody has seen him since his prison-break.

That's not quite right.

Look at this, Ingeborg!

Gunvor, could you read, please?

"At Storsten homestead, in the early hours on 1 February,

someone broke into the storehouse.

The following morning, as lawmen started pursuit,

Heavy snow set in, and the tracks were covered."

And now this one.

"The merchant of Vang has notified the lawman

that his coffer has been broken into, and a large sum of money has been taken.

The modus operandi suggests

that the crime was committed by Ole Høiland."

-One shilling and five! -Going once...

-One and a half shillings! -One and a half, going once...

"A pedlar, believed to be identical to Ole Høiland himself--"

Did you hear that? "Himself"!

"...has been spotted near Sirdal, where, according to credible witnesses,

He has been offering white goods at suspiciously low prices."”

Let's wrap this up!

There you go, Ingeborg!

-He's coming home! -What's this "home" you're talking about?

-The poor people's home in Kristiansand? -He's headed this way.

It says so!

-Maybe we'll meet him halfway. Let's go. -I suppose we should.

Next, we have the cow!

A veritable gift from Ole Høiland.

It will require many gifts for him to make amends.

Ole is a merchant. A better one than you, Løvdahl.

You unchristian exploiter!

Never mind, Løvdahl. You gave them store credit for years.

-Two and a half silver coins! -Any higher bids?

Thank you, lawman.

I'm glad that scum is leaving our village.

Here's to the new king.

On my lonesome journey I've gone from town to town

And after every visit My riches they have grown

But everywhere I went I had no shelter from the rain

I slept in moss and the next day I was on my way again

Ingeborg...

Ingeborg!

Ingeborg Egersheien, is she not here?

No. She left for the countryside a week ago.

I just moved here.

Is that right?

-Yes. -And all by yourself?

All by myself.

I see.

I'm Marthe.

Oh, so your name is Marthe?

You never know who might turn up

When you're in the hot tub all alone on a Saturday eve.

Someone with water phobia, perhaps?

Not this guy, because he's a sailor!

I've seen bigger ponds than this!

Hi! I'm Johan Larsen, shipwrecked. I'm looking for a job.

I'm Marthe Thoresdatter.

Sailors are one thing, landlubbers another!

I was the last man on board when the farmers came.

They threw me overboard!

-No? -Yes!

They wanted to claim they found the wreck abandoned.

-Didn't they realise you were alive? -Yes. I even told them so.

But they didn't believe me. Sailors tell tall tales, they said.

Luckily, some of the cargo drifted ashore.

That's why I brought all these nice sheets.

Look at this!

Look at that.

If you have sheets, you'll have a man, they say...

Marthe, why don't you and I try some sheets?

A poor girl can't really say no.

Around here, it's not often one gets to try sheets.

Then, let's do it, Marthe!

Nowadays, people hide their valuables in their beds.

What about you? Got any valuables in your bed?

Why don't you have a feel?

Maybe they're gone?

There are so many strangers passing by here.

Surely not, out here?

Only yesterday, they brought in a guy from Kristiansand.

He wasn't as dangerous as you.

Because he was in chains.

I heard he was headed to Stavanger.

He was singing a terrible ditty.

A ditty?

What kind of ditty, Marthe?

I'd never sing such a dirty song.

Come on, Marthe! Do it!

No, no...

What ditty was this?

Apparently, it was about a lusty smith, who...

Who had a red hot iron.

Rum, rum, rum, in and out?

Rum, rum, rum, in and out...

Shit, that was Jacob! I have to go!

Do you know him?

No! I just remembered something.

And the sheet?

You keep it! Thank you very much and God bless.

Hey!

Have you lost your mind?

You'll get 26 lashes if they catch you here!

Hey! The prison director is coming!

Good day, fair maiden!

...lock her in their tight embrace

I'm sure our guests will love this song!

-Good God, no. -What was that, darling?

I'm sure they'll appreciate it very much.

I know, right? We are so cut off culturally out here in the province.

Come in!

Sorry to disturb. A gentleman says he wishes to visit his family.

Good day to you!

The prison director, I presume?

Yes, that's me. And this is my wife.

Right, Hilda. How do you do?

Hello. And who might you be?

I'm Johan Larsen, a shipwrecked sailor from Kvinesdal.

I'm in town looking for a job.

Leave this house immediately, or I will incarcerate you.

Even if I'm a relative of your wife's?

Did you say Kvinesdal?

Yes. Please forgive me that I'm shamelessly proud

To be related to someone as cultivated as yourself.

Please, sit for a moment.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

Actually, I do have a relative in Kvinesdal. Olesen, I think?

Olesen, that's right!

Sure...

You sang so beautifully as I arrived.

You really think so?

Musicality runs in our blood.

-What was it? -I can play it for you.

No need to bother Mr. Larsen.

-Bother? -Larsen?

-He means you. -Oh, me. No, not at all.

I was going to suggest the same thing.

Oh, my!

Sweet Sylvelin turned sixteen in spring

Her heart it was yearning For what the future would bring

An unknown desire, a peculiar thirst

Her chest it was heaving It could almost burst

Well, now...

She'd noticed that men Often stared, 'twas true

But what it all meant She never quite knew

No?

The men would often try to stroke her hair

And breathe in her ear

And call her their dear

And lock her in their tight embrace

Cupid looked down From his cloud in the sky

And found Sylvelin Was so sad she could cry

He pulled out an arrow Though he came as a friend

There was no need to fear She could handle it well

As the arrow it struck The girl understood

Why men liked to hold her And why it felt good

And why they would try to stroke her hair

And breathe in her ear

And call her their dear

And lock her in their tight embrace

Would Madam like the coffee served?

Oh, Elianne! Don't ruin the mood like that.

I have to bring the prisoners food, so I thought--

Good idea, Elianne. I'll go inspect the prisoners myself.

That sounds interesting. May I join you?

No, it's...

Of course you can! You're our guest!

"Of course you can! You're our guest!"

Let me help you!

Back to the kitchen, my child.

Is this man dangerous?

He sure is! Isn't that right, dear?

Oh, yes.

Just see for yourself.

-Do you know who he is? -No.

He's Jacob Tengsereid.

He conspired with Ole Høiland.

Oh, boy!

But he still needs food.

Oh, no! How clumsy of me.

Not to worry!

Just call me with any complaints, I'm the new maid.

He sure looked mean!

But I was nice to him.

And asked if to work In her forge he would go

"I will," said the smith And they went off together

They stripped to go to it 'twas hot work and hot weather

They kindled a fire And she soon made him blow

Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum In and out, in and out, ho!

I'm almost done.

I was just waiting for the host to turn in.

What was that?

Did it come from the prison?

No, it came from outside.

Then I guess something just fell in the yard.

Fell in the yard? The prison yard?

Why didn't you just say so?

Don't do it, Bastian!

No!

Now, tell me!

Who was he?

The one who visited.

Who?

She means Mr. Larsen.

Oh? Some fine relatives you have!

It's true. He said--

What did he say?

What did he say, Elianne?

He said that Madam should send his regards to her kin in Kvinesdal--

Whose regards, did he say?

Ole Høiland.

What?

Well, I say!

You're not Ole Høiland, by any chance?

No, why?

You fit the description very well.

Ole Høiland is fat like a pig.

Then he must have eaten well

Since escaping prison in Stavanger with Jacob Tengsereid.

The authorities are looking for them.

They're coming this way.

Look! Take this and shut up!

Goodness!

Ole Høiland?

No, why?

Wait, maybe he's the one who rowed past here this morning.

He was with another man.

I see. Rowed past, you said?

Yes, they were headed that way.

Thank you.

My wife became bedridden eight years ago.

Exhausted and ruined forever.

It's the king's fault.

The king?

Yes, the king of Konsmo!

-Haven't you heard of him? -No.

He owns four smallholdings.

One worse than the other.

He owns everything we have.

And he's got the law on his side.

Hey, Mother!

That's Ole Høiland!

It is?

Our good Lord never created a better thief.

His farmstead is empty at the moment.

Is that so?

Yes.

They've been in town to marry their son off to a town lady,

And they won't be back until tomorrow night.

Do you remember Marthe?

Marthe? Marthe who?

Marthe Thoresdatter at Presteseter.

You took a rest there on your way to Stavanger.

Oh, her!

She'd like it if we visited her.

-She speaks highly of you. -Of me?

No kidding...

Listen, I have a plan!

This silverware has no value to us. It has to be turned into money.

Come, now! Poor Daisy. Come on.

Poor Daisy...

Come, come!

What's this? Do we have suitors coming here?

And two of them, on the same Saturday?

Come on, boys!

Good girls! Come on.

-What brings you here? -We just followed the herd.

And it's Saturday night, and it's custom...

Yes, but one at a time!

You can help out with my chores as well.

Now...

Take a seat.

Take the stool and sit down!

Then you grab it like this...

Marthe, come here!

She's holding back!

And then you pull here, like this.

She's vicious, this one!

She won't give me any milk!

This is women's work.

It's not right, Ole. Starting a rumour like that?

Don't worry, Marthe!

Marthe!

Yeah?

When Mrs. Konsmo gets here, act mysterious.

Say, "This won't be cheap. It'll cost you ten speciedalers”.

"This won't to be cheap--"

No, I can't.

Just use your imagination. Look!

She'll give anything to get her silverware back.

I'm sure she'll say,

"Dear Marthe Thoresdatter, you have such psychic powers.

Please help me!”

-"Oh, no. I can't." -"Please, you must!"

"What a coincidence that you arrived today.

Because I have a visitor here whose psychic powers are superior to mine.

Namely, Jacob Tengsereid."

-No, no... -Perfect, Marthe!

Jacob will perform miracles!

He'll turn family silver into cash.

I have to go!

Go where?

Ingeborg!

Ingeborg!

Finally! After two years...

Come, Ingeborg!

Ole, not now! It's the middle of morning service.

Do you remember last time we were here?

Goodbye, Ingeborg!

A backpack? Where are you going?

To seal I can't stay at the rectory anymore.

What about me? You said--

When I get back...

Now you're back. But do you think we can get married?

-No, not yet, but-- -Take your punishment, and then--

"And then"? To hell with that!

No, Ole!

Don't you see? I don't belong at the rectory!

Besides, you're way too good for me.

And even though I'm far away,

I know you and I belong together. And will be one someday.

Goodbye, Ingeborg!

That's the last thing you said, and I didn't fail you!

Have I failed you?

With the life you've led, you've failed me,

Yourself, and your parents.

Have you seen them?

I just arrived in these parts.

-They're not in these parts anymore. -What do you mean?

Merchant Løvdahl took everything your father owned.

They're at the poor house in Kristiansand.

-Løvdahl... -Take your punishment and be freed.

It's the only way you can help!

-Merchant Løvdahl... -Don't make matters worse! You hear?

Come in!

Are you Marthe Thoresdatter?

Yes.

And you're the king of Konsmo's wife?

Exactly! I heard that you have psychic powers.

It's no big deal.

I'll give you five speciedalers if you help me find my family silver.

Ole Høiland stole it, and he's probably buried it somewhere.

We've searched everywhere, to no avail.

You're my last hope!

For six speciedalers?

Seven?

Eight speciedalers!

Your timing is impeccable, Mrs. Konsmo,

because today, the best psychic in southern Norway is visiting!

Rum, rum, rum...

Rum, rum, rum!

Jacob, how would you like to earn ten speciedalers?

I said eight--

Oh, I think you meant twelve, deep down.

For anyone who could find your family silver.

Could you really?

He could, but at a cost!

Bring silver coins and Malaga wine.

Rum, rum, rum!

But when and where?

Where and when?

Only Jacob can answer that.

Jacob. Where and when?

Where? And when?

Oh... where and when?

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

Four bottles of Malaga wine and fifteen speciedalers.

Yes, but when?

Tonight.

At midnight!

And where?

At the north end of Skar...

Skar... Skodje Lake!

That's what it's called, right? Skodje Lake.

But remember to bring five bottles of Malaga wine and twenty speciedalers!

Rum, rum, rum!

Her husband, she said No good work could afford her

His strength and his tools Were worn out long ago

The smith said, "Well mine are in very good order

And I am now ready my skill for to show"

He needs more money in order to continue.

Now you've received payment in full, and I have yet to see any silver.

He can see it now.

The candelabras!

Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum...

What is he saying?

He's chanting a spell to ward off evil spirits.

Rum-- Rum, rum.

Is there anybody here?

No!

I have to retreat now.

Heavens, wait a minute!

We didn't expect to see anyone here.

Pardon me. Are you Konsmo's wife?

Yes, I am. And this gentleman is helping me find the silver Ole Høiland stole.

Don't mention it.

He's a psychic, you see.

Hello there!

Then perhaps you can tell us where Ole Høiland is too?

Well, that's more difficult.

"So that no one else in this town shall become a suspect,

I, Ole Høiland, take all responsibility."

And not a shilling in the register!

And the inventory... See for yourself!

It's revenge. A lowly act of revenge!

Sons of Norway

Sons of Norway, the ancient kingdom

I wonder what's keeping Ole.

Ole?

Am I not enough for you?

Sure, you're plenty good.

Cheers!

Marthe, you know Ole can't be trusted, right?

But you can!

Yes, I can!

Marthe?

I love you!

Shh!

There's someone outside!

Nonsense! It's just the wind rustling in the trees.

Get into bed! Under the sheepskin!

This room is occupied! I was just--

There are plenty of other farmsteads that--

Go away! There's no room for you here.

There's another farmstead nearby. You can have some fun there.

Go away!

You're not Ole Høiland?

If I were, I wouldn't stand here like this.

Thanks. Off you go!

KRISTIANSAND POORHOUSE

Gosh darn it! Ole!

How are you?

Well, so-so.

Aren't you going to greet your big brother?

Have they forgotten their brother?

Come upstairs!

I wonder what Mum will say.

Mother!

Father!

Ole is here!

Peder, wake up!

I brought some things.

Pull out the table.

Oh, Ole!

Thank you.

I dreamt that Ole was gone.

That he had been gone for years.

And there he is!

It's like I told you, Gjertrud!

These things only happen in dreams. Right, Ole?

Dad!

Put your nice shirt on, Peder!

Come here, kids!

Come here, little--

I have sweeties.

For everyone! Help yourselves!

Have some sweets!

And there's booze in the keg!

But leave some for the kids!

Leave some for Mum and Dad, too!

Ole Pedersen Høiland is on the loose, gentlemen.

We must apprehend him at once!

Before he strikes again.

Dead or alive!

He will be captured and punished under Norwegian law.

-We can't have his sort on the loose! -Some say he went north fishing.

And others say he's a horse trader up in Telemark.

We must remember this:

In the poorhouse, there's a poor father and mother,

asking themselves, "Where's our boy?"

Regardless, law enforcement would like to know

Where he dwells, the wise but wayward Ole Høiland.

"Blessed are the meek..."

For they will inherit the earth.

"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

For they will be filled.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,

For theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

But I tell you, those who have not shall take from those who have.

-Does the Bible say that? -No. But it should!

Amen!

And cheers?

Cheers, son.

I never thought this boy would bring us such joy, Peder!

Listen to them now.

You can almost hear the silence.

Their bellies are full.

And full bellies don't rumble.

You should hear what it's usually like in here at night.

In the whole house, for that matter.

The kids are whining, and the babies are screaming with hunger.

And their bellies, well...

All the bellies are groaning and rumbling.

A veritable choir.

But tonight, it's as quiet as in church.

-You did nothing wrong! -The poor don't make up the rules.

-You're the one who's right! -Get off me!

That's our man!

Thank you for the tip!

I believe there was talk of a reward?

Right, the reward. Here you go.

Beloved Norway How you made me suffer

Though I was innocent They punished me

But for one's fate There is no buffer

Show me a man who didn't Make a mistake or three

I had no friends Already as a child

I took to vice I wore it like a cloak

And no-one stopped me From running wild

I'll be this way until the day I croak

Behind the prison walls So thick and scary

In my cage I whiled my time away

But by and by I did grow weary

I had to escape, I could not stay

Oh, freedom is life's greatest treasure

Alas, I have slipped up And things are not so bright

Though times like these Aren't filled with pleasure

One day the grave will offer sweet respite

Calm down, my child!

Your place is in the house!

-Mr. Høiland! Back so soon? -I couldn't help it, madam.

You could have escaped, like you always do.

Escaped?

No, madam. I'm afraid I couldn't.

That's good!

I thought of you two, and I couldn't--

There you are!

And of the director.

I've got you now, you cunning bastard!

Get in!

Can I help?

You can carry this flower!

Go away, child!

Poor thing, she's so flustered.

It's not every day we have celebrities visit.

For Pete's sake. What nonsense is this?

Hilda! Elianne! What have you done with this place?

Did you forget about the party tonight?

Surely, the party will be in the parlour, not in here?

The guests will insist on seeing Høiland, so we must--

So this must look like a good, old-fashioned prison!

Get this garbage out of here!

I don't want to see anything but bread and water.

-Here you go. -Thanks.

-Is that understood, Elianne? -What? Yes!

Well, it can't be helped.

Clean this up at once!

Thank you, Elianne!

How's your faith in God, Ole Høiland?

Elianne?

The guests are here soon. You must hurry!

Coming!

-I didn't know you were-- -Neither did I. Not until yesterday.

Yesterday?

Hans Nilsen Hauge held a revival meeting in town.

You should have been there!

I was sitting up front. Hans Nilsen Hauge stood on a bench.

Then he stepped down and came over.

And then he came up to me, and he said...

"Elianne", he says. "How is your faith in God?"

And I knelt down before him.

And what did you say, Elianne?

"No", I said...

"I'm not in a good place with God.

I've sinned many times."

You have, Elianne?

No, it was something I said, to make him happy.

Are you in a good place now?

Oh, God, yes! Oh, no...

Oh, yes!

Yes.

Elianne, you know you're the only one who can help me?

Yes!

-Will you help me, Elianne? -Oh, yes!

A country without a good police force and solid prisons is a weak country.

So those of us in power, from the Minister of Justice to...

Capital must circulate.

They'll pay anything if they think the drugs will help.

Don't they, though?

He travels all over the country, and women fall head over heels for him.

For Ole Høiland?

No, for this lay preacher.

Take our maid, Elianne.

She came back from a revival meeting yesterday,

And she was a new person.

She didn't know what to do.

What a delicious meal!

-I have a good kitchen maid. -What was her name again?

Elianne.

You're lucky, Mrs. Hauge. Servants nowadays--

Thank you so much!

Elianne is reliable. Especially now she's been saved.

But you know what?

The girl has taken it upon herself to save Ole Høiland!

I beg your pardon?

I gave her my permission.

Keep up with the times, Bastian!

Just think of that hardened soul!

Permission to do what?

Come with me, and hear for yourselves.

How your life it is likely to bend...

She was so sweet. I gave her permission to sing him some moral songs.

Listen!

If you've sinned you can make your amends

Just look up to...

You promised you'd show us!

Later! Not now!

If you open your eyes you will see

The years of innocence Soon will be in the past

Let your thoughts turn To our Lord Almighty

Give Him thanks for his kingdom so vast

It's too short. I need more!

Sing, Elianne!

Thank Him both for your home And your pleasure

All that He has given you in the past

Give Him thanks for your memories and--

Someone could barge in...

Not if you sing, Elianne. Sing!

And if our ways were to part

And I no longer kept you with me

Elianne, I'll never forget this!

May the good Lord save us...

For as long as I live!

...and a heavenly reunion...

Elianne, you're doing a good deed right now!

Help!

Help!

Help!

I have to ask you to retreat.

This is something I have to take care of personally.

Oh, for crying out loud!

What on earth is going on here?

Well, he-- He...

What is it, Bastian?

Ole Høiland has escaped!

And then I go like this, up, around, and--

And then like this.

It's just--

Now there's no...

I dropped a stitch.

It was round and then down?

Now you've lost your yarn.

Behold my fire in the night

Sparks rising to the sky

A fearsome fire they may ignite

Wherever the wind makes them fly

Beware, the fire may not wish you well

Suddenly you'll find Yourself locked in its spell

Stay away, you must never Go a gypsy near

Woe be him who comes to hold A gypsy girl dear

If that's the lawman, I'll give him hell!

Here's the axe, Dad!

Him? If he's a lawman then you must be a priest!

Just leave him to me!

We don't need any more kids here!

Who are you?

My name is Ole Høiland.

Ole Høi--!

Do you know who this is?

Your boat is nice!

Your boat, Ole Høiland, is real nice.

Sure, it's a nice boat.

Your daughter's not too bad, either!

She's blessed our flock with so many little ones.

Yeah, four of them. And that's enough!

There, there.

So, you're the Ole Høiland?

That's right.

Would you like to stay the night?

I would. Thank you.

Yes!

Dad!

What is it, son?

There's a stranger staring at our horse.

The horse is not for sale!

Handsome animal. I'm a horse merchant, and I was thinking--

Think again.

This is a top stud, highly sought after.

Maybe you need a farmhand?

-Do you know about horses? -And cows and fields!

There's nothing I don't know.

Well, maybe I could use an extra pair of hands.

I'm offering mine.

Come, let's have a chat.

At last I got a break I lived a year in peace

I thieved by night As well as day with ease

And as time went by My confidence got fed

So I soon left the forest And boldly strode ahead

Whoa!

Are you Ole Høiland, by any chance?

Has everyone lost their marbles?

You fit the description well.

Yes, I know.

I was mistaken for this Høiland character not long ago.

I'll have to ask the authorities to let me walk in peace.

May I interest you in a deal?

I have some fine merchandise for sale.

Silence!

Go ahead, Reverend Lasson.

I've come to court to put in a good word for the defendant.

After all, he started his trajectory with me.

Yes, he was a farmhand at the rectory since his confirmation.

And a wise boy he was.

But I soon sensed that his mind was clouded by a shadow.

I tried to straighten him out. But to no avail.

He always had an answer for everything. And always in contention

of the accepted views regarding law and justice, faith and morality.

And the worst part, God help me, as his minister and spiritual advisor,

Is that the boy in many ways was right.

Could you give us an example?

He couldn't have been more than 17 years old back then.

We drove through the countryside, Ole and I.

From our carriage we greeted the locals we met along the road.

We had conversed about the teachings of Christ.

Then he asks me if isn't so that all Christians are brothers?

Well, I had to agree.

Then he asks if it's not against the teachings of Christ,

That some have great power and wealth,

While many of their brothers have nothing?

And did you put him straight regarding this delusion?

That, I could not.

And to this day, I cannot.

Does Ole Høiland have anything to add?

I'd like to remind the honourable judge, and those present, of a sacred scripture

That states it is harder for the wealthy to enter the Kingdom of God

than it is for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.

Then it shouldn't be a sin to free the rich

from some of their earthly goods, and give them to the poor?

Ole Pedersen Høiland,

born in 1797, in Bjelland Parish.

Son of Peder Olsen Høiland

and his wife, Gjertrud Gullivsdatter.

Sentenced to two years in prison on 28 August, 1816

For a number of minor thefts, which we don't have time to detail here.

Escaped from Kristiansand Prison on 24 December of the same year.

After pleading guilty to a string of new crimes,

listed here, he was sentenced to an additional four years in prison.

Another prison escape in 1819.

Once again, he steals another man's property.

A number of damning cases that we have dealt with previously

in this courtroom, and of which the defendant is found guilty.

Ole Pedersen Høiland,

I hereby sentence you to life in prison and lashings.

After which you will be transferred to the prison at Akershus fortress.

Do you have any pain anywhere?

Do your duty, torturer!

Twenty lashings!

Ole Høiland!

Go to hell!

You have a visitor.

Leave me in peace!

-Ole, I just wanted to see you. -No, Ingeborg!

You should never see me like this.

Life isn't all fun and games, Ole. Sometimes it's serious.

But you never understood that, did you?

I hear you've stopped eating?

Yes.

It's the second-time disease.

It passes after three years.

The priest asked me to come and talk to you.

It's too late, Ingeborg.

I'm here for life.

What's that?

Come here, I'll show you!

The commander is coming.

His Serene Highness, Major General Wedel Jarlsberg.

You'd better watch out for him!

Alright. Good boy.

-Is he pretending to be a dog? -Him?

He is a dog, but a good one.

Not a bad bone in his body.

May a free man intrude?

If you don't mind the company of slaves.

That's the hawker, Andreas Berg. He works at the bakery, but has a side hustle.

You'll soon also be a free man, Enger?

This is my last night here.

Three words: Eight silver coins. Does that mean anything to you?

-Next week. I have to earn it first. -I want my money tonight, Enger!

Shall we throw him over the wall?

I wouldn't do that if I were you. As a free man, they trust my word.

If I as much as insinuate that Enger can't be trusted,

It might jeopardise his release.

Here you go. Ten silver coins.

Thank you! Finally, a slave I can trade with.

Here's your change. Good evening!

If you ever need a favour, ask for Ole Enger, watchmaker.

We should have thrashed that bastard! Coming in here to fleece us like that!

Calm down! He could prove useful.

"Leave a boat at Vippetangen.

You can retrieve it at Røykenlandet.

With a reward."

We've been working nonstop in the scorching heat.

Mind if we take a cooling dip?

Just for a couple of minutes.

Do it discreetly, or everybody will want to do it.

We'll go around the corner. Thank you!

Come on, guys!

Stop! Come back! Immediately!

Ole Høiland has escaped, Serene Highness! And two others.

We will have to make a decision.

Sound the drums! We need a full response right away!

Are you in charge?

I just meant--

What's that?

One of them!

Ole Høiland?

No. Unfortunately!

Then who is it?

Just the dog man.

What was his name?

Ole Gulbrandsen.

Get out of him where Ole Høiland went.

And the other one.

REWARD: 1,000 SILVER COINS

FOR TIPS LEADING TO THE ARREST OF OLE HØILAND

How do you do?

Are you interested in buying a book?

No, thanks, I've got one.

I see. Oh, well.

Well? Speak.

The dog man is deceased.

May His Serene Highness tell me what to put in the rapport?

I suppose he did it to himself?

Suicide? Isn't that what you're implying?

Who's there?

I-- I didn't do anything wrong!

I...

What?

Ole?

I need a place to stay.

You're crazy.

Walking straight into the fortress like this.

They won't look for me here.

This is more money than the reward for turning me in.

Helping you is risky.

There's money in it for those who take risks.

-Do you know where I live? -No.

Listen now.

You walk past the church, then to the left,

Then take the first right, and in here. Here's a water post.

Who is it?

Your husband sends his regards.

How do I know you're not lying?

I just came from Akershus.

And who might you be?

Ole Høiland.

He said I could stay for a few days.

He said there's a secret room underneath the corner cabinet.

This one, I gather?

Yes, indeed.

When will Andreas be home?

Not until tomorrow. He'll be baking all night.

Working every single night...

Kneading his dough, forgetting about his wife.

How can he forget about you?

When Andreas gets home, I'm going to work.

And when I get home, Andreas leaves.

Ole Høiland, I've heard you're a master thief?

Good morning!

I said, good morning.

Morning.

You won't regret this, Andreas.

I'll soon leave this country, for good.

I just need to raise a bit of money first. Cheers!

Cheers, Ole.

And you'll get your 1,000 silver coins, Andreas.

For the room and board.

And a new start for me,

and for someone else.

What are you up to now, Ole?

CENTRAL BANK OF NORWAY

Oh, I beg your pardon--

We'll find it tomorrow, in the daylight.

Quickly, I fashion my own master key

To unlock all manners of locks

The doors in this place Are high security

Locks that have bolts, one, two, three

It opens them all And I have the gall

To swindle the bank out of money

Hello? Hello!

Hi!

Anybody here?

Good morning!

I'm Barbro.

So the rumours were true?

Rumours? What rumours?

They say Ole Høiland has been spotted in this area.

Ole Høiland? Oh, him.

Or a doppelganger, perhaps?

What do you want?

Buy some booze.

But Andreas isn't in.

Nice tools.

I've decided to be a travelling locksmith.

If you pass by Lysaker sometime,

I've got a lock that needs a proper key.

Will you keep quiet about this?

If I were you, I wouldn't feel too safe in this house.

What do you mean?

The reward on your head is quite generous.

Yeah, so?

Stop right there!

Go away, old hag!

I just wanted shelter from the rain.

Find somewhere else!

Just for a little while, in this corner.

It's fine. Don't mind me.

He forced his way in here.

He said he'd lie and say it was I who left a boat for him at Pipervika.

So that I wouldn't dare turn him in!

But fortunately, I'm an honest man.

-But you don't know where he is now? -No, he didn't say.

But you're sure he's coming?

Yes. He should be here any minute now.

A lot of money and an address.

It's for you, Berg.

"Andreas Berg,

Thank you for the boat and for helping me rob the Central Bank.

Ole Høiland."

The rain has stopped.

Oh dear, I fell asleep.

What's in your bag?

Oh, just rags and junk.

I collect fabric. Do you have any to spare?

Tell us the truth, old lady!

Actually, the bag contains all the money from the Central Bank.

Grand theft!

Read all about it!

Newspapers! Get your copy here!

I presume the Bank Director has some kind of plan?

The Central Bank will offer a reward of 1,000 silver coins.

Very well!

And we will triple the public reward!

REWARD: 4,000 SILVER COINS FOR TIPS LEADING TO THE ARREST OF OLE HGILAND

Bring it here! It's mine!

Stay away from my pockets!

If you want to stay with me we can't keep secrets.

-But that money is-- -We'll deposit it in the bank.

In the bank?

We just withdrew it!

So there's more, right?

No, no!

Stitched into your shirt.

You're as bashful as those new Christians.

-They bathe with clothes on. -You wanted to bathe?

Of course. It's part of it, isn't it?

But it has to be under the moonlight.

You shouldn't have that kind of money on your person.

You're rustling like you're made out of paper.

Wait. You too!

Do we have to go skinny dipping right now?

The money's mine! You said I could have it. That was the deal!

And this is the so-called lion cage.

It was customised, special order.

And the lion himself, in person!

So that's what Ole Høiland looks like.

I'm afraid it's closing time! We reopen at 10 am tomorrow.

He was very unwise to leave us.

The short time he was here, his behaviour was exemplary.

Tell me, Høiland!

Has it never occurred to you to ask for a pardon?

Yes, now that the Minister of Justice is asking.

I can tell you right now that I will never grant you a pardon.

What's your name?

Ingeborg.

Just sit tight for now, Ole.

Do you know Grefsenåsen well enough to retrieve the money?

Sure. Trust watchmaker Enger!

What time is it, by the way?

Nearly ten.

I'll be back by two o'clock.

I'll lock the door, so you can feel completely safe.

Get to the bottom of this at once!

Certainly. Let's go!

-Anything? -Do you see anything?

A narrow shaft, sloping downward.

A narrow shaft, sloping downward.

-Against the wall? -Against the wall?

-Yes. -Yes.

Bloody hell!

What?

He's gone over the wall! I can see blue skies.

Blue skies?

What happened?

Ole Høiland has escaped.

Here's the money, Ole Høiland!

All of it!

The town is in turmoil. You've become a local hero.

Everyone's talking about your escape.

This isn't all the money.

Oh?

That's strange.

I had 3,000 here. Now there's only 2,500.

Oh, right.

I took 500.

As a fee for the trouble.

Fine, but there's another 1,000 missing.

That's all there was, Ole. Swear to God.

You should go back and take a closer look!

I can't stand dishonesty.

Call me a thief,

But I'm not a murderer!

But I'm stuck! How do you expect me to--

Some loggers will pass by. Sooner or later.

You can't be serious-- Wait!

I'm stuck. Wait!

Jacob! Come see!

At some point you need friends you can trust.

Jacob and I...

Remember the days when we stuck together through hell and high water?

Old love dies hard, they say.

But old friendship doesn't die easily, either.

And now I do implore you Who are of righteous mind

That you do not wish upon me A punishment unkind

I've never murdered anyone I'm not disposed that way

But because I've stolen I must suffer, so they say

And some Malaga, please.

Two jugs.

Careful with the alcohol, Tengsereid.

Now that you're a law-abiding man.

And a score of eggs, please.

We don't have any chickens.

You've really settled down, then?

That'll be all, thanks.

Your credit is piling up.

Including this, you owe--

No, I'll pay in cash.

How much?

How much? All of it. Everything!

So, you've come into some money?

Yep!

One, two,

three, four... Say when, Løvdahl. Say when!

Five, six, seven...

Six times did his iron By vigorous heating

Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so

But as often was hardened Still beating and beating

But the more it was softened It hardened more slow

Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum In and out, in and out, ho!

Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum In and out, in and out, ho!

But happiness is fickle I chased it all in vain

All too soon I ended up Back in the hole again

Once again they're forcing me Into slavery

A fate most excruciating After a taste of being free

-He has no chance of escaping! -I agree!

I'll bet my own head that he'll pull it off again.

THE SLAVERY, AKERSHUS, CELL NO. 4 4 OCTOBER, 1846

To the King!

I, Ole Pedersen Høiland, sentenced to a lifetime of slavery,

beg for mercy,

or an empowering hope of mercy,

On the occasion of

The impending royal coronation.

No, not the tapestries. The curtains, I said!

The tapestries go there!

And the curtains should hang in the windows, of course.

We don't want the plebs to see what we're eating.

Your Majesty?

Not now. I have too much to think about.

Okay, that's good!

Just don't put them too close to the candelabras.

A letter from General Major Wedel Jarlsberg's office.

-He asked me to deliver it. -What could it be?

"To the King.

I, Ole Pedersen Høiland, sentenced to a lifetime of slavery,

Beg for mercy,

or an empowering hope for mercy,

On the occasion of the national celebrations.”

Why can't he write to me in Swedish?

"...pardoning slaves for their sins."

In light of all this, I humbly take the liberty

To plead with my king, the highest authority on this earth,

to grant me my freedom.

I will leave Norway immediately, if this is the king's wish.

I hope that in time, God will erase my sins.

This sounds like something for the Minister of Justice.

I told you to be careful with the candelabras.

The commander is here. Wedel Jarlsberg, Major General.

As if I don't know!

I've been here since before your time.

Oh, yeah?

Something's going on. The commander had company.

Let's have a sit down.

Okay.

Ole...

Did he reply?

You mustn't get your hopes up.

Does that mean...

When you get home, please tell Ingeborg that--

You should forget about Ingeborg, Ole.

Don't be discouraged!

If you stay in line for eight to ten years, you can appeal again.

Be patient!

Høiland has... escaped!

And now I do implore you Who are of righteous mind

That you do not wish upon me A punishment unkind

Farewell I now must bid you Adieu to one and all

If you should hear a rumour That I escaped again

Then act surprised and wonder And know I mean no harm

It never sleeps, this yearning

The yearning to be free!

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