All language subtitles for 5rFF-barbara

There is no finer material
in the whole world.

What is this?

Calico ....
and silk.

Something of everything.
Even silk stockings.

Are those silk stockings?

Try them on.
Just try them on.

Aren't they fine?

You should try
the brocaded shoes, too.

How much are they?
- I won't charge you much.

I've also got garters.
I have everything.

Have you seen this?

Look at this.
I'll just take my dress off.

Is this all right?

Gabriel, you have to go
downstairs.

Yes, go downstairs.

Then I won't know
what you're taking.

Your own cousin ...
Would I steal from you?

Go downstairs, Gabriel.
We'll buy some more, then.

But aren't you going to
try on the garters?

Garters are not something
you try on. Now go downstairs.

My dear colleague, welcome.

My name is Wenzel Heyde.
I am the local pastor here in Tórshavn.

Thank you. God bless you.
My name is Paul Aggersoe.

This is my cousin
Chief Alderman Samuel Mikkelsen.

Welcome to the Faroe Islands.
- Thank you and God bless you.

Let's get up to the parsonage.
You must be in need of refreshments.

It's always a major event,
when a ship arrives.

Everyone wants to see it.
- I can imagine.

Johan Hendrik Heyde, Judge.
Merely wishing to pay my respects.

Paul Aggersoe.
- This is my brother.

We're all related up here,
as you can hear.

Are you aware that your predecessor,
Pastor Niels, left a widow?

So I've been told.
Thank you.

But I have no plans for marriage.

What news do you bring us
from the world at large?

What of Madame de Pompadour?
Has she caused France new calamities?

One hears a lot about
her and King Louis ...

It's bad for morality when
royals lead the way in fornication.

What do you know of the Madame?
Or what goes on in France?

Or the french intellectual climate?

How can a climate be intellectual
which isn't rooted in Our Lord?

She is a brazen hussy.

Always dancing
and leading the men astray.

Isn't her having been married
to two pastors enough already?

I believe Aunt Armgard refers to
the widow in your parish ...

Yes, the Lord knows
I'm referring to Barbara.

And I know how both Pastor Jonas and
Pastor Niels came by their deaths.

No, Aunt. Barbara had no part
in Pastor Jonas' death.

And Pastor Niels fell off his horse,
which is surely pure mischance.

It was no mischance that she was
so unboundedly lecherous -

- that Pastor Niels didn't dare
leave her at home alone -

- and therefore had to ride home
over the fells at dead of night.

My dear Aunt Armgard ...

You're always so hasty.

It's true that she often
neglected her husband.

Where there's a dance
you'll find Barbara.

But I believe, she did feel
some compassion for Pastor Niels.

She was just quick
to forget about it.

We came to hear if
the "Fortuna" brought any mail?

Mail?

I believe all the mail
is downstairs in the court-room.

We'll go downstairs then.

But ... Suzanne ...

I want you to meet
the new Pastor on Vagoy.

Stay for a cup of coffee,
now that you're here.

This is my daughter Suzanne.

Pastor Paul Aggersoe.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you.

We've been looking forward
to your arrival.

How long are you staying
in Tórshavn?

A few days at the most.

I'm only waiting to talk to
the Provost on his next visit.

He comes here now and again.

Here you are, Suzanne.

Do you take sugar?
- You know I don't.

What do you think of
the widow from your parish?

Who?

Barbara.

Is that Barbara?

She's the daughter of our last Judge.
My late predecessor.

Come sit here, Barbara,
so I can see you properly.

What a fine girl you are.

High cheekbones ...

... a high bust ...

... and delicate hands.

It's no wonder
the men are so fond of you.

Barbara, come meet
Vagoy's new Pastor.

This is Pastor Paul Aggersoe.

Barbara Christina Salling,
your predecessor's widow.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you.

I live on the other side of the sands.
When the tide is out.

That is where the dower-house is?
- Yes.

When I'm home on the island.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you.

Thank you.

Pastor Paul ...
Do you have a minute?

There is something
I want to show you.

I thought you might like
something to brace you up.

French brandy.

Aunt Armgard musn't see anything.

Maybe we could join company -

- when I go back to the farm
in a few days. If that would suit you?

Can I get you anything?

No thank you.
I'm just looking around.

I see.

Terrible weather.

Does it always rain this much
up here?

Yes.
It grows like weed.

But that's because
the sods are turned so often.

I don't understand your language.

I don't know if
the Pastor understands ...

It can't be eaten.

It must be carted away.
It's no use at all.

I'm sure you're right.
I feel a bit lonely, too.

Barbara, the new Pastor on Vagoy
is here to see you.

Good evening, Pastor Paul.
- Good evening.

I thought I'd visit
with you and your mother.

You're very welcome, Pastor.

Won't your mother ..?

She'd rather sit in the kitchen.
It's warmer out there.

Sit down, Pastor Paul.
- Thank you ...

I was just talking to my cousin -

- about all the goods
that came on the "Fortuna".

Yes ...
there was a lot on that ship.

Gabriel works at the Chandler's.
- I'm the manager of it.

I've been down there.

So I hear.
How much syrup did they bring?

Three barrels.

Is that a lot or a little?

It's not much for four months.

That old hag, Vupsen,
came in to buy a cup of syrup.

I said it was the second time
she'd been in today.

Then she told me
there'd been a hole in her cup.

I don't understand Faroese.

It was just something about
the Chandler's. Nothing important.

But it was amusing.

Which professors did you have
at the university?

Did you have professor Sidenius?
- Yes.

And professor Paludan, the one
who lithsps? "Luther's Catechithm".

Yes, I had him too.

Do you know him?

I've heard of them from Pastor Niels,
my late husband.

Ah, yes. Of course.

Did you know my late husband?
Did you know Pastor Niels?

No, I didn't know him.
He'd left when I started studying.

A great loss
that he should die so young.

Yes. It was very sad.

Why are you trying to hide
what you're sewing?

What was your graduation sermon about?
Was it a fine sermon?

It was about
the talents we're entrusted with.

And since you asked -

- everyone told me
they found my words very moving.

But ...

But all the glory belongs to Our Lord
who gave me His true inspiration.

Do you think we can't see what
you're sewing? It's not very seemly.

It is a pillow case.

A pillow case?
Right down to your ankles?

All right, it is a shift.

You're a fool, Gabriel.
Have you never seen a shift before?

It looks like a bridal shift.
Who's going to take it off you?

What did he say?

He said
it looks like a bridal shift ...

... and then something
I won't repeat.

I need to go down to the Chandler's
and tend to some things.

Goodbye, dear cousin.

Goodbye.

Pastor Paul ...

I think we can get my mother
to make us some coffee.

Hoist the jib and foresail!

She'll have the wind with her
on her way back.

Oh, it's you again.

Yes, I've cleared up
at the Chandler's.

I think the wind will stay
in the south-west -

- and the tide won't turn
for another hour.

She is a very charming woman ...
my predecessor's widow.

You should have known her
when she was eighteen and innocent.

She was sweet, then.

I can imagine that.

A pity she had to fall so low.

She's so full of tricks
when she meets a stranger.

Well, my impression of her
is very agreeable.

That's easy for you to say.
You're not related to her.

Us, she has only brought shame.

But I must warn you.
She is a lecherous one.

Especially with men of the cloth.

She's already been married
to two of them -

- and engaged to a third,
the Provost Anders Morsing.

Has she been engaged to the Provost?
- Yes.

Oh, you didn't know?
That was before Pastor Niels.

She's got a roving eye, she has.

Let me tell you this
once and for all.

When it comes to firm faith in God
and true devotion to Our Lord -

- we ministers can learn more
from these people -

- than the people can learn
from us.

What it comes down to
right now -

- as far as we ministers
are concerned -

- is showing ourselves
worthy of our vocation -

- and be deserving of
the unfathomable trust -

- which our parishioners
so manifestly have in us.

This we can only do -

- by upholding the law -

- and living a decent
and chaste life in Our Lord -

- and not letting ourselves
be led astray from His path.

It's as simple as that.

When are you leaving?

I've been invited to sail
with the Chief Alderman -

- when he returns to Vagoy.

Ah, yes, well ...

Not a word against Samuel Mikkelsen, -

- but he seldom saddles
and rides on the same day.

Provost Anders Morsing ...

... I thank you for your
most edifying words -

- which have chastened my heart.

I must admit
I have already come to learn -

- that here, too,
on the Faroe Islands, there are -

- circumstances which may lead
the unstable soul astray.

But your words have
strengthened me -

- and I shall do my utmost
to live up to your expectations.

Indeed.

Then I need say no more.

I can hear that you understand
what I mean.

It is true that there have been
a number of ...

... black sheep
among our colleagues.

Now you go to the service
and hear Pastor Wenzel's sermon.

That is,
if he is able to find the words.

I must make haste to
my own parish on Esturoy.

Since you're our latest arrival -

- we'll look forward to your sermon
on the next St. Olav's Day this summer.

What is it but bubbles
and vessels so weak?

What is it but thin ice
and filth and decay

on vanity's way
on vanity's way?

And thou, carnal lust,

so many thou temptest
thy warm lips to kiss.

Thy flame-kindling tinder,
thy sparks that ignite

consume all too many
in Hell's endless night.

Thy promise is honey,
but after-taste gall -

'Tis vanity, all.

Pirates! Pirates!

What's happening?

The pirates are coming!

Two ...

No, there's three.
At this time of year it must be pirates.

Good Lord.

Can they really be pirates
this far north?

Easily. Especially the turks.

The steal our women and children
and make them slaves.

Oh Lord Jesus,
have mercy on us ...

Sound the drum!
Get up at the Fort!

You cowards!
Put your uniforms on!

Jesus Maria!

My legs are not so strong.
I think I'll stay here.

But you can go and hide,
if you like.

No, I think we'll stay.

If they turn out to be friendly -

- it would be a shame
if they found the town empty.

Ships that size
can't be pirate ships.

They must be men-of-war.

Can you see any flags?
- I can.

They're white with something ...

White with something gold?
- Yes.

With some gold squiggles on them.

Then they can't be pirates.
It must be the French.

Are we at war with them?
- No.

They'll behave themselves.

Take it easy, Gabriel.
They're not pirates.

They aren't? What are they then?
- We believe they're Frenchmen.

Frenchmen? What do they want?

Oh, how fat you are, Gabriel.
What's that in your trousers?

Don't do that!
- And under your jacket?

It's my duty to save
as much as possible.

So we need a harbour
in order to repair the damage.

And we need some water.
Can you supply us with water?

We can offer you
some wine in exchange.

This is Captain Montgaillard.

They're returning from
the war in America -

- and a storm has driven them north
and they're in need of water.

They're asking
if we have any water.

Why, we have lots of water.

They say they will trade
wine for water.

Wine for water?
It sounds just like the Bible.

They can have as much water
as they have barrels for.

You can have as much as you like,
of course.

We shall repay your kindness.

We do have another request.

Would you permit our officers
to go ashore -

- if only for a dance?

What did he say?

We've been at sea for a long time.

To live without beauty,
without female company -

- is difficult.

Would there be any ladies
on your islands -

- who might give our officers
the pleasure of a dance?

If my request can be met,
we'll bring the orchestra ourselves.

Please accept.
It would give us great pleasure.

The admiral says
they've been at sea for a long time, -

- and asks if there are
any girls here on the islands -

- and if his officers -

- could come ashore and dance.

If we accept,
it would be a great pleasure to him.

Oui, oui.
Very lovely girls.

Very, very lovely.

My dear friend ...

Today is a grand day, -

- for the sea has brought us together
to sign a treaty of friendship -

- which will enable us
to fight together -

- against the falsehood
and felonies of the English.

Lieutenant, may I?

Now Barbara's dancing
with the next one.

It'll be interesting to see
who finally wins the day.

Don't you think it needs sugar?

Is it too sour for you, Alderman?

Good evening, gentlemen.

Cousin,
come trade wine for water.

Mademoiselle,
another german dance?

Get a good look at her tonight.
You'll learn a lot from that.

Pastor Paul,
a cup of consolation?

Thank you.

To think that I could fall for that.

She's nothing.

In Copenhagen she wouldn't be
anything at all.

It's only up here, where
she's surrounded by common folk.

Why don't we go outside for a bit?
It's so hot in here.

Why, of course ...
But, where?

Just down to the crane
to look at the ships.

I'd love to.

That bitch! Did you see that?
She has no shame.

First the admiral
and now the pastor.

You don't seem to be
enjoying yourself, Pastor.

No ...

But the Frenchmen seem to be
enjoying themselves well enough.

Yes ...

But tomorrow they'll be gone.
Isn't that right?

Isn't it?

Yes.

We've never had such big ships
here before.

I wonder what life they lead?

That of Catholics ...

Actually, I'd like to go home now,
if you would be so kind as to escort me.

There's nothing I'd rather do.
I must say, -

- it's not the kind of party
I enjoy.

Careful.
It's rather muddy.

Let me give you a hand.

I thought I might go
with you and the Alderman -

- when you return to Vagoy.

That would be a great pleasure.

Thank you for lending me your jacket,
and for escorting me home.

Goodnight.

Goodnight,
and thank you for this evening.

Barbara, how nice to see you again.

Le nez.

Noes.

The little foot ...

... and the little shoe.

Get up those stairs, Gabriel!

You peeping tom!
You should be ashamed!

No.
It's my responsibility.

The storage cellar.
I just have to ...

No, you don't!
Go upstairs!

I'll be damned if I ever worry
about Barbara again.

I don't care if anything respectable
can ever come of her.

You should see
what's going on downstairs.

Every married man will be made
a cuckold tonight.

For once
it's nice not to be married.

Thank God we're not married.

Just think of the horns
they'll be getting tonight.

But that's not worth looking at.

If that new Vagoy pastor thinks
he knows anything ...

He's a prize fool he is.

It may well be that, -

- in the eyes of Our Lord, -

- I am a contemptible cuckold.

But you're not married.

Even so, I can still be a cuckold.
In my heart.

If you look at it that way,
then I'm a cuckold, too.

And thou carnal lust ...

You cannot lie with her.
She has a disease.

French dogs!

The quarterboat is coming!

The Alderman is there!

Welcome, Alderman.
- Thank you.

Could I perhaps borrow a horse?
My legs are not so strong.

Of course you can.

And Barbara and the Pastor, too,
if they like.

Would you like a horse, Barbara?

No, I'd rather not sit and freeze.
I prefer walking.

What about the Pastor?

No, thank you,
I prefer walking as well.

I suppose you don't jump across
the water in Copenhagen?

No, where there's water,
we have bridges.

I'd love to walk around in
Copenhagen one day.

Where would I go?

Gentleladies don't walk at all.

They arrive in sedan chairs
or coaches pulled by horses.

What clothing should one wear?

One should wear crinoline or
a stiff underskirt made from whalebone.

Whalebone?

Suzanne says,
you have to wear corsets ...

... and when you faint
they undo them for you.

And have you been to balls, too?

Yes, several times.
And to masquerades.

Where you don't know who's who?

No, not before you take
your mask off.

That must be exciting.
What does your fiancee say then?

When I take my mask off?

Yes.

I have no fiancee.

I did have a very dear friend,
but I left her behind.

I feel sad for her.

I was left behind, too, once.

When Jonas, my first husband, died.

They say
the wind makes you beautiful.

Good evening
and God bless this house.

In the name of God ...

Is the Alderman out travelling
in this weather?

Yes, I'm one of four.
I have Vagoy's new pastor with me.

Come inside, and get yourselves
dry and warm.

I'm not that wet.

And the only man I can share clothes
with lives up on Svanoy.

Janus, go fetch some turf.

You're so wet.
It's good to get some dry clothes on.

Take it all off quickly.

But we only have peasant clothes.
- That'll be fine.

She's so wet.

It's not that cold. Only wet.

When you've taken the clothes off,
go hang them up outside.

It's nice to put something dry
on your body.

Are you cold?
- No.

I'm warm now.

If nobody minds,
I think I'll go lie down.

Where do you want to put me?

Perhaps the Alderman wouldn't mind
sharing the alcove with the Pastor?

We can sleep in the kitchen.

He comes upon a green mound
and the mound is open, -

- and an old witch
invites him inside.

Another witch offers him
beer in a silver chalice.

But Rasmus Ganting blew the froth
right in the witch's face.

And the Pastor says ...

"If I were no wiser than you" -

- "I would never have found my way
into this mound."

For Jesus means -

- a change in our lives.

It is in him we find consolation
and encouragement.

He must be a fixed point
in our lives.

We must devote ourselves
to the Faith -

- and forsake all our dependence
on worldly goods.

Everything has been given to us ...

Everything has been given to us,
and it's up to us to -

- administer this gift
with a righteous spirit.

As it is written in the Gospel
according to St. Matthew ...

"Lay not up for yourselves
treasures upon earth", -

- "where moth and dust doth corrupt."

"Lay up for yourselves
treasures in Heaven."

Elias Jogvansen ...

I hear you are very ill.

I have come to talk to you
about Jesus -

- and the eternal life.

Elias Jogvansen ...

Do you believe in
the foregiveness of sins -

- and in the eternal life
of Our Lord Jesus Christ?

Yes ...

My father has always lived
the life of a good Christian.

Depart in the name of the Lord.

Almighty God ...

You can see deep within me -

- and know the turmoil in my soul.

You know, that I'm being led
into temptation -

- and fighting in vain
against myself -

- and trying to
exorcise the evil spirit.

You know, that my heart is not in it
when I preach the glory of thy kingdom.

Or when I visit the sick
in my parish -

- or console those
in need of consolation.

For every day ...

... when the tide goes out ...

... she comes to me.

And I want it to be that way ...

.. for my heart is in great turmoil.

My life no longer consist
of days and nights ...

... but of high and low tides.

And when I read "Faith's Precious Gem"
to find Christian words for my sermons -

- I find only condemnation
of my own life.

Heavenly father, I know
it's blasphemous to say, but ...

.. I'm looking for the slightest word
to show me -

- that you find some small pleasure
in my feelings for my dearest love.

For we do love each other.
Deeply and sincerely.

Come outside.
The sun is shining.

It's called "solya".
Isn't it beautiful?

It means "eye of the sun".

Here.
Don't you want my flower?

I've picked it for you,
my dearest.

Aren't you happy to see me?
I came because the tide was out.

It goes out every day.
- Yes, thank God for that.

Are you sad, my love?

Yes.

It's as though I stretch out
my whole hand to you, -

- but to me you only
stretch out your little finger.

How can you say that?

You don't stretch out your whole hand,
because you can't.

I give you everything
I have to give.

You know I'm trying to attend
to my work, to write good sermons.

Can't I help you?
With your sermons?

I can write,
if you dictate them to me.

Can't you understand I have to
be a part of everything you do?

Let's try it straight away.
You read from the Bible and I'll write.

Everything you say.
Word for word.

Here.
There's something about Jesus.

Dictate to me now.

"And Jesus spoke
and said unto him:"

"Simon, I have something
to tell you."

"And Jesus spoke ..."

"... and said unto him:"

"Simon, I have something
to tell you."

"Hjesus"?

You spell Jesus with an H?
Can't you even spell "Jesus"?

Don't be angry with me.
- Get away, you ..!

It's not of me
you must ask foregiveness.

Of course ...

I was terribly stupid.

I'm not worthy of such work.

I'm a sinful woman.

Are you a very sinful woman?

Yes.

Barbara ...

Will you listen to something?

The text I read from -

- is where the sinful woman
comes to Jesus -

- while he's dining with
the Pharisee, Simon.

Simon didn't find her worthy of
anointing Jesus' feet.

But then Jesus tells him the parable
of the creditor who had two debtors.

One who owes him 500 dinars,
and one who owes him 50 dinars.

And he forgives them both
their debts.

Now which of them
would love him the most?

The one who owed him 500?

Yes.

And he turned to the woman
and said unto Simon:

"Seest thou this woman?"

"I entered into thine house.
Thou gavest me no water for my feet."

"But she hath washed my feet with tears
and wiped them with her hair."

"Thou gavest me no kiss," -

- "but she has not ceased
to kiss my feet."

"My head with oil thou didst not anoint,
but she anointed my feet with ointment."

"Therefore I say unto thee:"

"Her many sins are foregiven,
for she loved much."

"But he whom little is forgiven" -

- "the same loveth little."

And he said unto her:

"Thy sins are foregiven."

Oh, Paul ...

I'm so terribly ashamed.

I never thought God would
find me again.

Oh, thank you ...

My dearest.

I'm not the one you should be thanking.
God is.

Barbara ...

I'm going outside now,
so you can have the room to yourself -

- and thank God for his words.

Have you already thanked God?
- Yes.

I've thanked him for everything.
And now I must thank you, too.

And you know what?

When the sun is shining
one mustn't sit indoors -

- and let God's gifts
go to waste.

Oh, Barbara ...
You're like a child.

But you're a sinner, too,
aren't you?

Even though I'm the greatest sinner.
But Jesus is my friend.

The bailiff's sad -
a worried man.

We'll solve Suzanne's problems
if we can.

Stop that song,
or I'll have you locked in the dungeon!

We can solve it, if he'll hark.

We'll get Gabriel,
the Chandler's clerk.

Suzanne's French kid's father
is far away.

So Gabriel dad's clerk will be

and work for Bailie
on their wedding day.

Oh no, it can't be true.

What's the matter?
Are you ill?

No ...

Suzanne's with child ...
a frenchman's child.

And so they're marrying her
to Gabriel.

Is she being married to Gabriel because
she is carrying a Frenchman's child?

I don't understand this.

How do you know this?
- That's what the men are singing.

Gabriel is now working
for Suzanne's father.

That's what they're singing.

That I was pregnant?
It's not true.

See for yourself.
- What do I know?

There are so many rumors.

They say, that's why you are
in such a hurry to get married.

The cheek of it.
Did Gabriel start all this?

It'd be just like him.

It's quite a scandal.

Seven women are pregnant
with french bastards.

What does the Pastor think of all this?
- It's very disturbing.

Is Suzanne at home?
- Yes.

She's hardly out dancing
with that sinful belly of hers.

I'll just run down there.
- Aren't you going to eat?

Well ... she's off again.

Mistress Salling ...

I, too, feel angry about the rumors
there may be about your daughter.

Perhaps I have my own reasons
for that.

For it's true that I hope
to call you mother-in-law soon.

So I hear.
I hope something good comes of it.

Let me put it bluntly, Pastor Paul.

I know my daughter
and I know how fickle she is.

I've brought her up
to the best of my ability -

- but now I wash my hands of her.

And who would conduct the ceremony?

The Provost, her former fiancee?

Or the Pastor in Tórshavn,
Pastor Wenzel, -

- who's already married her to two men
and laid them both in their graves?

He must be getting tired of
doing that job for her.

Silk ... with golden thread.

A gold button.

And a ribbon.

Do you remember the ribbons
they tied their hair up with?

I don't even know his name.

When I smell it,
I can see him in front of me.

Smell it.
Do you remember the smell?

He was so courteous.
Not a stick-in-the-mud like Gabriel.

Couldn't you have found
someone better?

What about the Judge, Johan Hendrik?

He probably wouldn't mind
having you.

Anything would have been better
than Gabriel.

I want to arrest the trouble-makers.
The people are getting out of hand.

I think it would help to let them
cool off in the dungeon.

I won't do any good, Gabriel.

Take my advice
and do nothing about it.

Otherwise we'll end up
putting everyone in the dungeon.

They're singing satirical songs
and mocking the authorities.

It'll blow over.
- But they're singing about me, -

- and the damn liberties
Suzanne took.

Hello, Gabriel.

Come, let me see
how dashing you've become.

With a wig and all.
- Hello, Barbara.

So you've come for St. Olav's Day, too.
- Yes.

And you're marrying Suzanne.
Then she and I'll be related.

You're getting married, too, I hear.
You get away with everything.

What do you mean?
- I can see that.

You're not like Suzanne.

You're a fool, Gabriel.
But you are my cousin.

Goodbye, Suzanne.
I'll see you again soon.

Goodbye, Gabriel,
and congratulations.

You didn't say where you were going.
I couldn't understand where you were.

Join in.
You only have to sing the chorus.

Barbara ...
I have a sermon tomorrow.

And as for all the Aldermen
who are assembled here today -

- I would commend to their
rememberance -

- that while everything lies
in the hands of God -

- it is nevertheless through
the decisions that we make -

- that his glorious work
is achieved.

The spirit of Our Lord must therefore
inform the laws we make.

We all remember how Jesus and
his disciples went out in a boat.

While he slept in the stern -

- a whirlwind arose
which drove waves over the boat, -

- so it filled with water.

Hello, Johan Hendrik.

Hello, Barbara.

When you look like that
we all know what it means.

Is he very much in love with you?
- Yes, he is.

Which is more than can be said
about Suzanne.

That Gabriel.
It's a shame.

How come you never thought
to marry her?

What kind of husband would I make?

I once dreamt you were married.

To Suzanne?
- No.

To me.

Are you sure I can bear
to hear such things?

I think Suzanne would be happier
with you than with Gabriel.

The Alderman told me the same earlier.
Have you two been planning this?

No, not at all. It just
occurred to me when I saw you, -

- so I thought I might as well
propose to you at once.

Won't you do it?

Well, I've always had
a soft spot for Suzanne.

I could consider it ...

But then you and I
wouldn't get to be a couple.

One can't have everything,
can one?

But you can have Suzanne.

I'll think about it.
- Please do.

Goodbye, Johan Hendrik.

Are you absolutely certain -

- that this woman you're marrying
take her promises just as seriously -

- as you do yours?

I know Barbara is very, very serious.

I also know
that she is a weak vessel.

But I suppose it's permissible
to put a little faith in God?

Now listen ...

Our Lord will not have any part
in this damnable game you play -

- with yourself and your vocation
in a marriage, which ...

Are you out of your mind?

I know it's hazardous.

I know as well as anyone
that Barbara is a sinful woman.

Certainly.

But the Lord did not consider Himself
too good to associate with sinners.

But he damn well didn't marry one.

No, he didn't marry anyone ...

... and therefore he became
the bridegroom of all sinners.

And since that is ...

... we mortals should not
consider ourselves too good.

I merely mean -

- that one must be on guard
against self-righteousness.

So it is perhaps
because of her sins ...

... that you are marrying her?

I pray to God that
this will prove to be a blessing.

And yet it isn't a ...

... purely spiritual marriage
that you're contemplating?

No, God knows we both are
sinful mortals.

But all lies in the hands of God.
- Like Hell it isn't!

"Thou shalt not tempt
the Lord thy God."

Is this young man
tempting God?

Isn't it rather himself
who's being tempted?

Isn't it time for
a cup of chocolate?

No, no, no, wait a minute.

This is a pastoral convention.
If the ladies would excuse us a moment.

Thank you ...
We still have a lot to discuss.

So the Provost didn't say anything?
- No ...

But we had some chocolate ...

... which Anna Sophia made.

What are we doing here?
- Sit down.

I used to hide here as a child,
playing with Gabriel.

We can't sit here.
I'm a minister, remember?

But nobody can see us.
It's a hiding place.

What did you want to tell me?

Do you know what I've done today?
I've proposed to a man.

Proposed?

But to whom?

To Johan Hendrik, the Judge.
He said yes.

I don't understand ...

Oh, Paul ...
Stop looking like that.

Do you believe what I've said?
- Yes ...

No, of course not ...

I was just shocked.

I didn't propose on my own behalf.
I proposed for Suzanne.

And he said yes?
- Yes ...

Perhaps. But ...

He wanted to think it over,
because he would rather have me.

I see ...

Fool, fool, fool.

Hello, Gabriel.
Remember our old hiding place?

Taste it. It's edible.

Do you want some?

Angelica!
That's a corpse plant.

You can catch leprosy from it.
- Nonsense.

There was a plague cemetery here once.
The ground is full of lepers.

Gabriel ...
Are you happy that you're to be married?

Well ...
What is there to be happy about?

Suzanne, for instance.

And should I be happy about the child?
You can think again.

Well, Gabriel,
why don't you give it up?

Give it up?
Why should I?

If it's not necessary.
- God knows it's necessary.

What are you talking about?
- You can get out if you want to.

Who the devil say I don't want to?
Who says I can get out?

Nobody's saying that yet.
But the Judge might marry Suzanne, -

- if she'll have him.

The Alderman and I
have both talked to him about it.

You've been acting on my behalf?
Without my consent?

The devil take you, Barbara!
Thank's for being so officious.

I'll never forget this ill service
you've done me!

Good Lord, a butterfly.

Out of my way.

You're not disturbing me at all.

I was just playing my 'cello.
It's my favorite diversion.

Do sit down.

I've come in a rather unusual errand.
Barbara has asked me to talk to you.

Oh, that errand.

Tell Barbara that
she was kind to think of me ...

... but I don't think
that alliance would be a happy one.

But you shouldn't hesitate.

I know you've had a ticking-off
from the Provost today, -

- so that my brother hardly dares
marry you.

But we'll talk him round to it.

He can scarcely refuse you
God's blessing.

You're the first person not to tell me
my undertaking is pure folly.

Folly it certainly is.

But "he who never does anything foolish
is not as wise as he thinks."

I didn't think that up.
I'm not that clever.

It was La Rochefoucauld,
a French philosopher.

So, for me, you would recommend
what you yourself call folly?

Yes. Take the plunge.

He who makes no mistakes
does not live at all.

I admire you.
And I envy you.

It's a hazardous game you play, but I
envy you the experiences you'll make.

And if I lose the game?

Then I'll have all the more reason
to envy you. If you survive, that is.

I'm only joking.
Of course you'll survive.

You want me to live life to the fullest,
while you yourself would rather not?

No, I'm much too rational.

And reason obstructs
the acquisition of wisdom.

I'm consumed with curiosity
of knowing about mankind -

- and I've read tonnes of books,
but am I any wiser for that?

Books are like ...

... a pile of charts of the waters
we call human existence.

I stare at them blindly,
and then you come along -

- hoisting your sails
and setting straight out to sea.

Towards my own shipwreck,
you say.

A philosopher never capsizes
completely.

What I'm saying is:
sail as a philosopher -

- and take moral notes everywhere.

And register the winds of folly
every day.

As a man of God I cannot accept
that folly should lead to wisdom.

Before salvation must come sin.
Original sin, in any case.

That's certainly true.

And therefore we must thank God
for His infinite Grace.

Grace?
It's only a sprinkling of perfume, -

- when the stench of sin's sweaty feet
becomes too strong for us.

And wilt thou live with her
for better or for worse, -

- in such blessedness as
God may bestow upon you, -

- as an honourable man should live
with his wedded wife?

I do.

Likewise I do ask thee,
Barbara Christina Salling, -

- wilt thou take Paul Aggersoe
to be thy wedded husband?

I do.

And wilt thou live with him
for better or for worse, -

- in such blessedness as
God may bestow upon you -

- as an honourable woman should live
with her wedded husband?

I do.

Then take each other's hands.

Since you have consented together
and exchanged your wedding vows ...

What is it, my love?
Are you sad?

I didn't know you painted your faces
so much up here.

A ship has arrived!

A ship's just come in.
It must be the "Fortuna".

See you later.

Squire Mikkelsen ...
can I count on your leaving today?

When the ship's just come in?
No. But tomorrow, perhaps.

Andreas!

Is it Andreas?
What's the meaning of this?

It was not intended that
he should be back so soon.

Did you know about this?
- Not at all. He can't be serious.

He's wearing a wig?
- Yes, he's handsome.

Well ...
I bet, you didn't expect this.

No, we didn't.

You uncle and I never thought you'd
come home in the midst of your studies.

Neither did I.

"We, Frederick the Fifth,
King of Denmark and Norway" -

- "do appoint student Andreas Heyde
to journey to the Faroe Islands" -

- "there to compile a report on the
nature, people and wealth of the land."

"Frederick Rex".
I'm getting paid to visit my uncles.

Well, I'll be blowed.

"A report on the nature, people
and wealth of the land."

Can you do that?
- Of course I can.

It'll be difficult.
But it's a marvellous assignment.

Welcome, Andreas.
- Thank you, dear Uncle.

How did you get this assignment?

Take care.
The things in the chest are fragile.

Welcome home, Andreas.
- My dear Aunt!

Congratulations on
your assignment.

It's wonderful.

And how you've grown.
You're a grown up man, now.

And your clothes are so fine.
Will it please you to stay with us?

Unless you have other plans.
- Thank you.

I'd like that very much.
At least, until I find other lodgings.

I suppose you know ..?
- Yes, from school. I know ...

... Mistress Salling.
- Mistress Aggersoe.

Barbara has just remarried.

I remember you from school, too.
I remember you well.

Come home with us then
and celebrate Andreas' return.

Thank you.

I don't think we'll be leaving today.
- Neither do I. Maybe tomorrow.

Perhaps it's not that important?

It must be this one. Yes.

Here you are, Uncle.
A little present.

Francois Quesnay.

He belongs to a new school of
economics called the Physiocrats.

They say agriculture is
the source of real wealth.

We just need to cultivate
the soil properly.

Very interesting.
- Yes, isn't it?

I've read it several times.

A poor peasant means
a poor kingdom.

Please forgive my taking
such liberties.

It's hard to discard
undergraduate habits.

What have we here?

Voilà!

Here you are, dear Aunt
A present for you.

Thank you, Andreas.

Like this.
It'll give you fresh air.

It's the height of fashion
in Copenhagen.

I think I have something for
Mistress Aggersoe, too.

There you are.
- Thank you.

It's a rose.

How lovely.

And it has a fragrance, too.
- Of course.

And who was it really meant for?

Now, that's my secret.

So you have a musical instrument?
- Oh yes.

But I only use it
when I sing for myself

Do you sing too?
- Only little ditties.

Won't you sing for us, Andreas?
- Yes, sing for us.

Shall I?
They're only little ditties.

It's not something
I perform publicly.

My heart is aching,
sadly I'm making

strings on my fiddle weep.
Pling plang!

Candles are dying
wine glasses drying

I've no place to fall asleep.
Kling klang!

Cold and draughty night is flying.
There lies my drunken brother dying.

Kilberg, the heart within me's crying

Klingelly, plingelly, klingelly,
plang!

Andreas ...

I think you should stop
for a moment.

After all,
not everyone is fond of music.

I'd better show you your room.

I'd rather
you didn't put me up in the attic.

Now you see what's those
meaningless studies has made him.

A fop, that's what.

A popinjay who sings smutty songs.
That's what we've got for our money!

That has nothing to do
with his study of economics.

No, but what about his foppish clothes?
All his frills and furbelows?

Would you have preferred him
to become a pedant? A prig?

He could have studied theology.
That's what I've always said!

Wenzel, he's right.
We must improve the peasants' lot.

If you'd understand that,
you might get more tithes from them.

Goodbye!

Oh, my dearest ...

You look terrible.
What's the matter, my love?

Will you come home with me today?

Of course I will.
We'll just leave.

Never mind the Alderman.
We'll sail alone.

This is so exciting!
It's as if you're eloping with me.

Almighty and merciful God,
Heavenly Father ...

I know
I should be satisfied, -

- and find comfort in the gifts
that each day -

- and in abundance
you bestow upon me.

But you know my heart ...

... and you know my gratitude comes
from a mind filled with unrest.

For I fear that my happiness
will last only a short while.

For my love has indeed a soul
that is -

- much better
and purer than mine ...

... yet she cannot control her heart.

Both of us fear
this heart of hers ...

.. for it is so ungovernable
and blind ...

... that in our mortal weakness
our only refuge is your divine Grace.

Yet it confounds me ...

... that in spite of my anguish ...

... each new day is richer
than any other I've had in my life.

It's as if love between two mortals
is like a flame -

- that burns brightest when it is
fanned by the breath of anxiety.

If you had been here you would
scarcely have recognised Tórshavn.

Everything is different now.
We've had a ball, -

- and soon we'll be performing
a play in the warehouse.

As you can guess, Andreas Heyde is
the man behind all this revelry.

I look forward to your
visiting soon, -

- so you can see my little
Augustus Gabrielsen.

He has the sweetest tooth ever.

With lots of love
from your dear friend -

- Suzanne Harme.

Are you sorry you won't be
seeing the play in Tórshavn?

No, Paul ... I'm not sorry.

I'd much rather stay here
and have Christmas with you.

I'm looking forward to it.

We'll really celebrate Christmas
together.

We can go visit the Alderman.
He always has guests for Christmas.

Barbara, there is something
I have to tell you.

I would have told you before, -

- but you seemed so happy that
I couldn't bring myself to say it.

I've got to sail over to Mykines -

- on Christmas Day.
I've promised.

But, Paul ...

No minister goes to Mykines
this late in the year.

Not even Pastor Niels.
If there's a storm -

- you'll never leave there.
You could be stranded for months.

My dearest, I don't want
to leave you.

But I've neglected them.

People over there haven't seen
a minister in two years.

Children run around unbaptized,
like heathens.

Young people are living in sin
because there's no one to marry them.

The dead lie unblessed in their graves.
I had to make that promise.

To come for Christmas?
- Exactly.

For Christmas.
To make up for my remissness.

It'll take two days at the most.

And if the weather's bad, -

- I won't be leaving at all.

So perhaps we should
pray for bad weather.

Yes.

Yes?

Good morning. God bless this house,
and merry Christmas.

God bless you,
and merry Christmas.

The wind is in the south-east, -

- so we'll have a smooth crossing
if we leave now.

Go down to the water and make
the boat ready. I'll soon be with you.

Kristina?

Where's the Pastor's shirt?

Where shall I put it?
- In the bag.

I'll fetch a pair of socks.

It looks as though you'll be having
visitors for Christmas.

If I'm not mistaken, the Alderman's
three sons are coming ashore.

Yes, it's Samson and Mikkel.

And Jacob, I suppose.

No, not Jacob.
It's Andreas.

Never mind.
They won't find anyone at home.

I'll come with you up over the fells.
They'll just have to wait.

The boat's ready.
- Thank you.

Can you manage to get back
today already? If you hurry?

Is that possible? To get there
and back again in a day?

Everything lies in God's hands.
But if the Pastor will hurry, -

- we can wait for him.

Yes, Paul ...
Hurry back already this evening.

I'll be longing for you.

Dear, sweet Barbara ...
Can you forget me in a day or two?

My dearest Paul,
you know what I want the most.

Come back soon.

Likewise I do ask thee,
Toevrun Joensen, -

- wilt thou take Jogvan Mohr Eliasen,
to be your wedded husband?

I do.

Erlandur Ulrich Jessen -

- I baptize you in the name
of the Father ...

... and of the Son ...

... and of the Holy Ghost.

From dust art thou come ...

... unto dust shalt thou return ...

... from dust
shalt thou be resurrected.

It's the wrong place, Pastor.
I can hear the coffin here.

Pastor!

You forgot to baptize a child.

Why wasn't the child in church?
- The child wasn't born at the time.

It can't be done.
The Pastor's boat is waiting.

Let me baptize it quickly, then.

Bring us the child.

Where' the child?

It hasn't been born yet,
but it can't be long, now.

Eline usually drops them, like ...
- 'Struth, Hanus Elias!

Is this some vulgar joke?
What are you thinking?

It won't take a minute.
I'll just go have a look.

No. I'm leaving now.
- It can't wait.

Please don't go.

The child has been born.
It just needs to be made presentable.

Bring in the child, then.
Goddamn it!

What name is he to have?

Niklas Lucas Ragnar Torleif
Gulak Lazarus ...

Stop!
Are you out of your mind?

Niklas Bonde, I baptize you
in the name of the Father, -

- the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen, that's it.

The Pastor's here! Come in!

It's impossible.
The surf is too heavy.

It can't be done.
- It can't?

It has to!
Come in!

Come in!

Our Father ... Almighty God.

Help me in my hour of need.

Help me to come home.

Barbara?

Where's Barbara?

Mistress Aggersoe left for Tórshavn.
on a visit two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago?
- Yes.

Who ..? Who ..?

Is there something
the Pastor would like to ask?

Barbara has left me.

Let's go up to my study.

Aunt Armgard is staying with us.

I'm extremely appalled by this.

It was very much against my wishes
that they went to Tórshavn together.

But I couldn't stop them.

It's impossible to talk to people
when that madness is on them.

Andreas should have done his research,
but all he did was -

- flirt and fool around.
He didn't write a single line.

I suppose you drink schnapps?

No, thank you. Not now.
I ... No, thank you.

I don't have a mind for spirits either,
when I'm in a bad mood.

But you might drink it as medicine.

It's good for the heart.

I'm not the least bit surprised.

I saw it coming.

But I couldn't have done
otherwise.

Maybe that's why.

That's the way it is, I suppose.

Good day, Pastor Paul.

How is your life these days?
- Good, thanks. And you?

What kind of life can you have
when your kin has become degenerate?

It's been a long time
since you last saw a razor.

When I look at it rightly, I suppose
it isn't all that overwhelming.

One should be able to rise above
one's own fate.

I can see
what's so laughable about it.

We'll see.

Barbara changes her mind
like the wind blows, often.

Do you really mean ...

... that she'll come back?

No, I don't think so.

If I could just once ...

... just once ...

... I would ask nothing more of her.

Barbara, I long for you so!

It's not that I want to be spared
my punishment.

This'll help. Drink it.

"Oh Lord, your rods chastise," -

- "you've made me old and wise."

I don't know that hymn.

But it's right, isn't it?

"Oh Lord, your rods chastise,
you've made me old and wise."

That's how it is.

Poor Pastor Paul,
you're a simple-hearted man.

The Lord would never chastise you.
But she, -

- who keeps corrupting the young
an now our family, too, -

- when she comes under
the Lord's rod, -

- then we shall see chastisement!

Is that how it is?

Samuel Mikkelsen ...

Do you have capable men
who can row me to Tórshavn?

Or to Kirkjubour?

I can cross the fells myself.

I expected you to ask that ...

... but the weather is not good.

The winds and waters
are at odds with each other.

The moon is very close to Earth.

But ...

... my sons are headstrong
and they fear nothing.

So, we'd better try to sail.
For the Pastor's sake.

The devil take it,
not for the Pastor's sake!

A pitiful priest
who can't control his own wife.

No, you will sail
for the family's sake, -

- so that whore doesn't ruin
Andreas completely!

The tide's got hold of us!
- We're going to run aground!

Row harder!
- Keep in stroke, Samson!

Row, damn it,
or I can't steer the boat!

Row! Row! Row!

We're going ashore here!
Row harder!

Is that the way to Tórshavn?
- Yes, up over the fells.

Good God, man,
are you really in such a hurry?

Run after the Pastor
with a torch.

Pastor Paul!

Wait for me!

Barbara!

If it don't hurt -

- then I'm dreaming.
If it hurts, -

- then I ain't dreaming.

I'm awake, all right.

Nobody can argue me out of that.
Because if I weren't ...

But, if I reason it aright,
how can I be awake?

I'm Jeppe on the hill.

I'm sure I'm a penniless peasant,
a slave, a rogue, a cuckold, -

- a starving louse,
a maggot and a rascal!

How then, can I be a lord
in a castle?

No ...
It can't just be a dream.

I'd best be patient and
wait and see if I wake up.

Alas!

What did I hear in my sleep?
No, it ain't possible.

But if it is a dream I hope
that I'll never wake up again.

And if I'm mad I hope
I never get sane again.

For the I'd summon
the doctor who cured me -

- and I'd curse the one
who woke me up.

But I ain't dreaming,
nor am I mad.

For I remember everything
that has befallen me.

I remember that ...

My dearest, are you mad?
Are you absolutely mad?

And why do you look like that?

Barbara ...

I've come to you.
- You've come to me?

But how in the world?
In this weather?

Did you cross the fells?

From Kirkjubour ...

But my dearest love,
crossing the fells in the dark?

Come with me.
Let's go home.

Do you love him?

Yes.

Eat.
You must be hungry.

And afterwards,
you must go to bed.

Shall I sit with you
till you fall asleep?

I'll do that.

What's to become of me?

My dearest love,
you mustn't be so unhappy.

Shall I tell you something?

You have no reason to be.
None at all.

I feel the same way about you
as I always have.

Do you love me as always?

I love you
as I've always done, -

- and I'm glad you're here again.

Good morning, my love.

I'm so glad you came.
We've never been this happy together.

Like the time in the alcove
when I reached out to you.

But what about ..?

About Andreas?

Don't tell anybody about this,
do you hear?

This is our secret.

I can't imagine how desperate
he'd be if he knew about it.

Are you sorry about last night?

No ...
No, I'm not sorry.

But now I'm going to visit Andreas.

He was probably drunk last night.
There was a ball after the play.

Why do you turn your back on me?

I think you're cross with me.

I'm not cross with you.
I was just thinking.

You're in love with some one else -

- and I'm in your way.

It would be best if I could
get you out of my mind.

Don't you think?

But I'm not the one you love.

You know how much I love you.

Everything between us
is like it's always been.

And it'll remain that way,
won't it?

If you hadn't gone to Mykines
this would never have happened.

I'm sure Andreas is waiting for me.

But I promise to be back
this evening.

I'll look forward to that.
Everything will be like the old days.

Well, now I've become
my own wife's lover, -

- and the other has become
his own cuckold's cuckold.

Isn't that beautifully put?
- I'm not really sure.

But it's certainly a cheerful way
of looking at things.

That's my choice.

And you realise that you are
in the perilous waters ...

... which I foresaw you entering?
- Only too well.

But you are weathering them well,
if I may put it that way?

Yes, I'm in a storm of passion.

A desperate passion,
an exultant passion.

I never knew I could have so many
strong feelings at once.

Then it may be that God has not
wasted his misfortunes on you, -

- that you are an instrument
worthy of Him.

By the truth of the Holy Ghost,
I am.

A wind instrument, I believe.
And the Lord is blowing on me mightily.

You're probably no bassoon.
But ...

... a woodwind instrument.
A trifle monotenous, perhaps, -

- but still the most beautiful.

The main thing is to have a temperament
which is not broken by misfortune.

Desperation and rage may be
the best winds to sail by.

But don't sail too close to them.

Don't kill my brother's son,
anyway.

I assure you ...

... I have almost
a colleagues affection for him.

I doubt it will last.

It's very unfortunate,
what he's doing.

He could do great things
for his country and himself.

Now he doesn't even do
an honest day's work.

Good evening, Pastor Paul.

Good evening.

Excuse me, but ...
is Barbara here?

No, I haven't seen her all day.

But Pastor Paul,
won't you come inside?

And where is Barbara, I mean,
Mistress Aggersoe this evening?

She's out ... but ...
I'm expecting her home soon.

You have a long wait ahead of you.

Yes, he has.
He has a long wait ahead of him.

I've never known anything more foolish
than your marriage to Barbara.

Let's not talk about Barbara.

Isn't Pastor Paul allowed
to talk about his own wife?

Here you are, Pastor.

I don't know how much
you mean to put up with, -

- but I can arrest her, -

- if you like.
And her lover, too.

Arrest her?
And make myself a laughing-stock?

You're a laughing-stock already.
It can't be much worse.

Do you want to be another
Pastor Niels? Or worse?

She's more lecherous and shameless
than ever before.

And under all our noses, too.
- You're such a busybody.

It's my and your father's job
to guard the morality in this country.

But it's your housewifely duty
to take the whore's part.

And invite her in for coffee
as soon as I leave the house.

Let's see what the law says.

Let's see ...

Homicide ...

Maiming and wounding ...
Domestic peace, church peace ...

"On loose behaviour."

"Whoever lies with a a woman
shall pay 24 pieces of silver" -

- "to her family and 1 2 pieces
of silver to the woman," -

- "and both shall confess in public."

That's for unmarried people.
I thought that was too mild.

A whipping wouldn't be too much.
- I don't want her to be punished!

I don't want that.
No punishment.

Perhaps she'll come to reason.
- I'm sure she will.

I'll be damned if she does.
- Well, whipping her won't help.

Be quiet. I'm not sure there is
any authority for whipping her.

But God knows that's what she needs.
Come, Pastor. Sit down.

All I'm saying is that
she needs a good hiding.

What business is it of yours?

It's Pastor Paul's own business.
He'll punish her, if he wants to.

Yes ... Exactly.
It's my own business.

Then why the hell
don't you thrash her?

That's what all husbands do.

Are you as spineless as Pastor Niels,
who'd rather be thrashed himself?

What a worm.
Pitiful, that's what he was.

I don't even know where they are.

But I do.
Andreas lives in the little house ...

The little house besides "China".
The speak-easy, you know.

What should I do?

Show her who's the master of the house.
She's asking for it.

It's your duty.

It won't help to punish Barbara.
It'll only harden her.

That time the sister and brother
from Stakkenaes committed incest, -

- her own mother dragged her along
to the execution, -

- and then she beat her severely.
And what good did it do?

None at all.
Barbara can't be chastened.

It's utterly stupid.
It's idiotic!

She's coming back home,
that's for certain!

Where is she?
- Next door to "China".

Come with me.
- Gabriel, stay here.

Come on, Gabriel.

Damn it! Damn it!
- Pastor Paul. It'll brace you up.

This way.

She's coming home.
Whether she likes it or not.

Is this the house?
Gabriel?

We have to catch them red-handed.

Jesus Christ ...

They haven't gone to bed yet.
But he hasn't got any shoes on.

He's sat down on a chair.
They must be going to bed.

And Barbara?

Good God.
Barbara is in the alcove.

She's getting up.
She has nothing on but a shift.

Come see.

She's putting her arms
around his neck.

I bet he can feel her tits
at the back of his neck.

She's kissing him on the ear.

What's that in his hand?

I can't see.

She's put her shift over his head!

How shameless she is.

Come.

She's pulling him by the hair.
They're going into the alcove ...

No, Goddamn it, I've had enough!

Open up, you spawn of the devil!
- No, you're spoiling everything.

They must be in bed,
or we can't arrest them.

Like hell they do!
Open up!

Move away. Move away.

Stop! In the King's name!

The devil take you!

Hell, what a pigsty!

Well, box her ears for her.
Show her who's in charge!

Paul, what are you doing here?

Do something, man!
It's not my job to thrash her.

Box her ears for her!

Then I'll lock her up
in the dungeon.

In the King's name,
Barbara Christina, -

- you are under arrest
for adultery and fornication!

Here it is.
Andreas' great work.

"The Faroes: It's nature and people."
Half a page. That's all.

You're under arrest
for adultery and fornication.

You must stop Gabriel. He's mad.
- Sit down, Andreas.

The other thing can wait.

He has no right, no authority.

Fornication, perhaps?
- Well, now that you mention it.

Just let her spend the night there
and think things over.

Andreas ...

Now that you're here ...

How's your work coming along?
Your scientific report?

I'd better tell you the truth.

I know you won't judge me
as harshly as others would, -

- but I'm ashamed to admit it ...

I've hardly even started.
That is to say, I had ...

... but ...

... then Barbara came along.
- How far?

How far have you got?

I've made many notes.

How much have you written?

Not more than ...

... ten to twenty pages.

Let's say you had completed
your report, -

- and that everything else was
as it now stands.

Would you then, without hesitation,
sail back on the "Fortuna" tomorrow?

If I had completed my report ...

Yes. I guess I would.

And leave her behind?

That would be hard.

I had thought
it would be more casual.

But you would be able to
leave her behind?

Yes.

You haven't deserved it -

- and it won't help to
make you more industrious, -

- but something had to be done, -

- so I've written your report
for you. There you are.

Now you leave on the "Fortuna"
tomorrow morning.

Gabriel!

What the Hell are you doing?
Have you gone mad?

Arresting people
without warrant or authority?

For fornication ...
- Fornication?!

Then you might as well throw
half the town in the dungeon!

I've always known you were
a contemptible rascal, -

- but that you could be so completely
unfit to serve as Bailie ...

But that's over now!
Over!

Now release Barbara.

Barbara ...

... come.

Way anchor!
Way anchor!

Two fathoms!

Where is Andreas?

He left on the "Fortuna".

Andreas!

Andreas!

Andreas!

I too have heard rumors,
that Barbara was seen in Copenhagen, -

- but I don't believe them, -

- in that she can scarcely
have reached the "Fortuna".

Therefore there is
no Divine Grace for me.

Not because I wanted to posses her,
for I knew I could never do that, -

- but because I had the arrogant
desire to be her fate.

To be the one who giveth
and the one who taketh away.

It is true, my dear Pastor Paul,
that we are all like apes.

Mere envy, greed, lust -

- and arrogant vanity rage
within us.

Mainly arrogant vanity.