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- Is your husband coming?
- He's Swedish.

- Frida will learn about her real dad.
- Count Ditmar was in a camp.

The companies are being questioned.
Dad thinks they'll come for him.

Because of Aalborg Airport?
You're Colonel Fuchs's secretary.

- She can't stay here.
- Those executions...

- Don't worry.
- You're very popular in Sweden.

Adam is her father.

They're staying all summer.

- Careful on the steps, Frida.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Where did she go?
- You should see this.

On the front desk.

Gosh!

- How can that happen?
- The black seeps through the paint.

It was given six coats.
I'll contact the painter.

- What did Andersen want?
- The Employers' Confederation called.

- There was a huge argument.
- What about?

About when it was alright to work
for the Germans and when it wasn't.

Only those who continued
after '42 would be in trouble.

- What does that mean?
- That I'm off the hook.

That's wonderful.
Not for them of course.

Hell no.

- You're not wearing much.
- We're going swimming.

Let's go to the Skaw for lunch
afterwards.

- Mrs. Fjeldsø's hamper is ready.
- Is she off again?

- Yes. With her grandchild.
- Fourth day in a row.

She's full of vim for an elderly lady.

Olga...

What is it, Lydia?

If you like, I can take Sarah out,
and you can rest.

- What time is it?
- Half past ten.

Where is she?
We have to get going.

Won't Sarah find it strange that you're
keeping her away from Mr. Weyse?

Do you have a better suggestion?
Suddenly he's staying all summer.

- There's only one reason why.
- I think you're wrong about him.

He promised not to interfere.

- It's from "Harem Nights".
- Your first film.

It was filmed not far from here
and we rode camels.

I wanted to ask you something.

When did you know
you wanted to be an actor?

I think I've always known.

I've acted too.

Really? Where?

At school.

What play did you put on?

- Oh, there's Grandma.
- Are you ready, Sarah?

Mr. Weyse's stories are so exciting.

Go downstairs and wait for me.

- Why?
- I need to have a word with Mr. Weyse.

- Is it a secret?
- Go downstairs. I'll be right there.

I knew you weren't to be trusted!

Whatever do you mean?

As soon as my back is turned,
you're in her room.

It's quite innocent.

She came over at breakfast
and said -

- she had a question about my book.

That book!

- Did you know that she has acted?
- I've never heard that.

She just told me.
What a coincidence!

Well, don't let me keep you.
You're going out with the lovely Sarah.

- Where were you?
- Talking to Sarah.

Did you forget your promise?

I can't say no
when the child begs.

- What am I doing here? Tell me.
- How can I when I just walked in?

What am I doing here
while the boys are in Espergærde?

- It's only because of Sarah.
- Whatever gave you that idea?

Yes, whatever gave me that idea?

You opt out of a film two weeks
before filming and rearrange our summer.

Shall I tell you
why I declined to be in the film?

You know
how much I love our boys -

- but sometimes I miss
being alone with their mother.

Just you and me.
And this year the opportunity arose -

- for us to enjoy each other.

No, let's just go home.

When the boys don't want our company
or it's too hot in the flat -

- we'll take the tram to Bellahøj
and see the cattle show.

- You are hopeless.
- I'm hopelessly in love.

You're back.
I have to tell you something.

- Leslie called.
- Oh.

Nana is expecting again. They're hoping
Anders will get a little sister.

Naturally.

- Do you know what they'll call her?
- No idea.

- Alice. After me.
- I guessed as much.

- Isn't that sweet? Nana suggested it.
- Congratulations, Mum.

Leslie can't take time off,
so I promised we'd stop by Aalborg.

- I hope that's alright.
- Sure.

Leslie said that he's seen you
in Aalborg several times.

Last year and the year before.

He didn't tell me
because he didn't want to worry me.

He didn't tell you because
he didn't want to put you on the spot.

- What did you do in Aalborg?
- I was a whore down on the docks.

- That's not funny.
- Then don't ask.

I was looking for my scarf.

- And I found this.
- Stop snooping.

"Restaurant owner Richard Pedersen,
Aalborg -

- was interrogated by the Gestapo
and beaten to death."

- Why did you keep this?
- No reason.

- We used to talk to each other.
- We still can.

- If I don't ask any questions.
- It doesn't mean anything. Not a thing.

I'm going swimming.
Won't you join me?

Come on.
Let's go swimming.

Well, alright then.

Bertha asked me to go swimming.
I'll seize the chance.

- It's lovely today.
- We're going to the Skaw for lunch.

- Enjoy your outing.
- Thank you.

- Count Ditmar has arrived.
- Really?

We didn't expect that.
Not even Mrs. Berggren did.

We'll cancel the Skaw,
since Ditmar is here.

- He didn't come to talk to us.
- We can't stuff ourselves.

- He's been in a concentration camp.
- So?

He won't feel any better
if we sit and blub.

Hello, Ditmar.
What a...

What a surprise.
Hello.

- It's so nice to see you.
- And you.

- You're looking good.
- So are you.

- Are you off?
- Yes. We're going to the Skaw.

- Or we can stay.
- Don't mind me.

- You aren't leaving for a while.
- No, I don't think so.

Then we're off.
See you.

- I hope I haven't ruined the mood.
- How could you?

Everyone is glad to see you.
Especially me.

Coming here was a good decision.

Some pea soup?

We were just saying
that coming here was a good decision.

That's kind of you. I was given a push.
Mother was coming, so I fled.

- Any news of the Nazi?
- My mother's husband is hiding.

He'll go to prison when they find him.

I'm sure that's why she wants to see me.
If she calls, I'm not here.

Did he look poorly?

How would you look
if you'd just come back from there?

It's more and more noticeable.
I'm surprised the guests don't see it.

Unlike you,
not everyone stares at it all the time.

- Did Mrs. Berggren talk to the painter?
- He can't come till Wednesday.

Andersen's Seaside Hotel.
One moment.

It's her.

Gertie. Mrs. Knudsen.
She wants to talk to Mrs. Berggren.

Then get her.
She's in Count Ditmar's room.

- I could say she isn't here.
- Whatever for?

- Mrs. Berggren owes her nothing.
- It's none of our business.

You have a telephone call from Germany.
Gertie.

Really?
Thank you, Edith.

- Hello?
- Is it a bad time?

Not at all.
How are you?

- Well. I'm back in Germany.
- I thought as much.

- I tried to find you.
- I'm in Hamburg.

Hamburg?

I'm distributing food
with the Red Cross.

Conditions are terrible here.
Half the city is in ruins.

I wanted to apologise
for leaving like I did.

I'm sorry that you felt it was
necessary. You didn't get your wages.

I'll send them to you.

- There's no need.
- Yes.

You worked hard for five weeks.
You deserve it.

If I write the Red Cross in Hamburg,
will it be enough?

I think so.
I wish I could do something for you.

Have you been in the drawer again?

Frida has been in the biscuit drawer.

- I miss her visits.
- Who do you think I'm talking to?

It's Gertie.

Since you're in Hamburg,
I was wondering if you'd...

Do you remember Lieutenant Kiessling
and Stefan Berger?

- Yes, of course.
- I often wonder what happened to them.

The lieutenant said his family
lived in a suburb called Blankenese.

I know where that is.
It's a wealthy area.

If you could find the family's house,
they might know something.

- About the lieutenant.
- Yes. And Stefan Berger.

- I'll see if I can find the family.
- If you have time.

No problem.
I'll call later.

Don't mind me, sweetie.

- Did you pick flowers with Dad?
- No.

- He thought I was too slow.
- You needn't come if it's too much.

No.
It's not too much at all, Sarah.

Grandma thinks it's very fun.

We still have to find sheep's-bit,
grey hairgrass and speedwell.

Dad said we can find them
south of the hotel. Shall we look?

Yes, we shall. In...
In just a few minutes.

Grandma needs to close her eyes
for a minute.

Grandma isn't going to sleep,
merely close her eyes.

- Really?
- Yes. Hjalmar saw it in the paper.

You said
they'd choose Poul Reichhardt.

It's because he started running around
in that freedom fighter outfit.

- Do you regret opting out?
- No. Let him have it.

- He's usually very good.
- Yes, yes.

Would it be unsociable of me
to take a short nap?

- Where are you going?
- What? Oh...

I forgot my sunglasses.
I'll go and get them.

- It was "Romeo and Juliet".
- What?

You asked what play I was in.
"Romeo and Juliet".

Shakespeare.
I say!

What role did you play?

I wasn't Romeo.

You were Juliet. The main part.
Well, I never!

I would have liked to see it.

Perhaps we should move,
so we don't wake up Grandma.

Indeed.

It's lovely to be in Denmark.
But I miss something.

- Do you know what it is?
- Your parents perhaps?

No.

Not them. Then what?

The midsummer party.
It's so beautiful in Sweden.

Let's hear all about it.
What do you do? Tell me everything.

- Did you go down to the water?
- No, not today.

Or yesterday. I prefer to stay here.
It's cooler.

Is that why you're wearing
a jacket and a waistcoat?

You think it's too much.
I'm too old to change.

You're not old, Mr. Aurland.
I certainly don't think so.

- Well, older then.
- All of us have got older.

- Am I interrupting something?
- Not at all.

- Welcome back.
- Thank you.

- Thank you for your kind card.
- It was from all of us.

Amanda told me
that it was your idea.

- How are you?
- Fine under the circumstances.

It's nice to have you back. You're
welcome to sit at my table again.

Thanks. I won't bother you anymore.
You have your coffee.

How did you end up in Dachau?

If you don't mind talking about it.

An employee at the manor
reported me to the Germans.

My herdsman,
whom I otherwise got on well with.

I wanted to know why when I got back.

But the Resistance had executed him.

It's still a mystery to me
why he...

- But I'll never know.
- We've been through strange times.

We never knew
who was friend or foe.

Yes, you're right.

- Mrs. Fjeldsø?
- Where is your husband?

He went back to get his sunglasses.

- When?
- I didn't check the time.

You have no control over him!

Are you already back?
I just talked to Mr. Aurland.

It was one of the count's employees
who reported him!

I wonder what he was up to.

I think it was English paratroopers
and weapon drops.

- One can imagine it.
- Sarah has been together with him.

- With Count Ditmar?
- No, with him.

- Mr. Weyse?
- I just spoke to her.

They had a nice long talk
while I was resting.

I hope he didn't tell her
who is her real...

No, because he isn't.
Adam is her father.

And he always will be.

Mrs. Fjeldsø scolded me
for not keeping you under control.

- Didn't you go to get your sunglasses?
- Yes, but then I met Sarah.

She has played Juliet. Juliet!
A very demanding part.

Am I still to believe
we're not here because of her?

Then you stay here,
and I'll go home to the boys.

I understand that you're angry,
but you know I didn't plan it.

You know that.
Suddenly I meet my daughter.

My daughter, whom I've been prevented
from seeing for 16 years.

Whom you've never tried to see.
Don't forget that.

I hardly knew she existed.

Helene. Dearest, sweetest Helene.

How would you feel
if you found out -

- you had a child
you didn't know existed?

Women rarely have a child
without realising it.

What? Yes, yes.
Of course.

He said he might be a bit late.

There's a parish council meeting.
We haven't had a wreckmaster -

- since Peter Andreas died.
We're hoping they'll choose Arne.

- Is this our new wreckmaster?
- I suppose so.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Hi, Bertha.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

Molly said
you wanted to ask me something.

- Would you rather be alone?
- No.

The days of secrets are over.

I travelled a lot as a courier
in recent years. Mostly to Aalborg.

My brother lives there,
so I had an excuse if need be.

In October I was to deliver a briefcase
to a group leader called Thystrup -

- whom I didn't know.

Yes?

Yes. I was early,
so I walked down Christiansgade -

- and had a coffee and sandwich.

A car pulled up right outside.

I could tell it ran on petrol.

- Gestapo.
- Yes.

I hid the briefcase on a chair
under the table -

- and left by the backdoor, but
then I thought it was a stupid place.

- So I wanted to go back.
- Never go back.

I was afraid they'd think
it was the restaurant owner.

The Germans launched a raid.

You did the right thing, Bertha.

They arrested the owner
and beat him to death.

- What was in the briefcase?
- Two handguns.

And a list of names.

I have to know. Did he die
because they found the briefcase?

Who else did they arrest?
You were in Aalborg.

Yes, but I can't help you.
I don't know who to ask.

We only had contact with a few.
I only know two or three.

Could you ask them?
I need to know if it was my fault.

If it was, would it
make it easier to forgive yourself?

Everyone did their best.
And so did you.

All of us can find something to feel
guilty about, but we have to move on.

- Lunch had an odd effect on you.
- I want dessert.

- Did you have a good time?
- Marvellous.

We were talking about the Count's work
in the Resistance. Do you know anything?

No, but he must have done something.

Perhaps weapon drops
and English agents.

- Or perhaps railway sabotage.
- Yes, that's a possibility.

- Coming, Therese?
- I'll let Amanda know we're back.

She's napping.
I just wanted to tell you we're back.

Gertie phoned from Germany.
She's in Hamburg.

- She works for the Red Cross.
- That's excellent.

Hamburg, Mum.
I asked her to find Uwe's family.

They might know
what happened to him.

- I hope you won't be disappointed.
- I'm not counting on anything.

But I really want to know
what happened to him.

I'll slip back downstairs.

- I feel like I've always known you.
- I know nothing about you.

- You know that I'm from Hamburg.
- Blankenese.

You remembered.

I know nothing about your family.
Your father?

- He's a judge.
- Are you like him?

No. He's a member of the party.
All the top people frequent our home.

Why aren't you a member?

- There are many reasons.
- It doesn't matter.

I'm glad you're not.

One evening Himmler was visiting
and got a telephone call.

When he returned, he said
that the synagogue in town was burning.

Everyone got up and clicked their heels
and drank a toast. Even my father.

Himmler said
it was a proud day to be a German.

I looked at my mother, who looked away.
I knew what she was thinking.

How could it be a proud day?

I'd like to get to know your mother.

Unfortunately, you can't.
She died two years ago.

You can hold it if you want.

- Isn't it pretty?
- Yes.

Your father gave it to me.

Hello.
Does Uwe Kiessling live here?

- Are you from the Red Cross?
- Yes, I work for them in town.

- But...
- Come in.

Please wait here.

Come in.

I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Gertie Knudsen.

- Do you have news about Uwe?
- No.

- Aren't you from the Red Cross?
- Yes, but I know nothing about him.

Then why are you here?

I met him while I was working
in Denmark during the war.

Now that I'm in town,
I promised an acquaintance -

- to ask about your son.

When did your acquaintance
last hear from Uwe?

Just before he was sent to Russia
in '41. She doesn't know...

A woman then.

He was wounded after 22 days
and returned to Germany.

He was in hospital in Berlin
for two years.

I see.

He went there with a young private,
Stefan Berger.

- Do you know what happened to him?
- A private?

How would I know?

What happened to Lieutenant Kiessling
afterwards?

- He was sent back to the front.
- You've heard nothing since then?

That's all I know.

- Goodbye.
- The young private you mentioned...

Stefan Berger?

He died in Russia in the same encounter
where Uwe was wounded.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know
which front Uwe was sent to?

- He wasn't sent to the front.
- But his father said...

- There's no point in looking there...
- Ursula.

- See our guest out.
- Of course.

Goodbye.

If she comes back,
we have nothing to add.

No, Mr. Kiessling.

Did they say how he was injured?
It must've been serious.

His father said he was sent back,
but the housekeeper said he wasn't.

Then she was interrupted.
The Red Cross has a Missing Department.

I could report him there.
They might want a photo.

I should've grabbed the one
of him and his mother.

I think she was his mother.
She looked kind.

My boss is coming.
I'll call you if I hear anything.

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- What are we celebrating?

That we're here again, Mrs. Fjeldsø.
And we got the hotel back.

- And Ditmar of course.
- Let's wait for Mr. Weyse.

If you're not present at the uncorking,
it's just too bad. Cheers!

- Cheers, Ditmar.
- Christ, yes. Welcome home.

Cheers.

Count Ditmar,
earlier we talked about -

- why you were sent... down there.

Was it railway bombings
or weapon drops?

- Or English paratroopers?
- Perhaps he'd rather not talk about it.

- Let's look to the future.
- We can talk about it.

- I was in the asocial group.
- Asocial?

Criminals, the unemployed, tramps,
the homeless, beggars, Romanis...

... prostitutes and alcoholics.

- And homosexuals, Mrs. Fjeldsø.
- What does that have to do with you?

- You don't belong in that group.
- It sounds rather odd.

Surely you know why.

We've known each other for years.

I'm a homosexual.

Isn't it time
to take off the mask?

Shall we continue with our champagne?
Society has collapsed.

Cities lie in ruins
and millions are dead -

- and we sit here
and pretend that nothing happened.

The world will never be the same again.

Right, well...
Sorry.

I'm going up.

Goodnight.

Good evening, good evening,
everyone.

This is a little song,
ladies and gentlemen -

- written at the beginning of the war
by the Swedish composer of ballads -

- Evert Taube.

It's a tribute to joy and beauty.

I was reminded of this song, Grandma,
while we were picking flowers.

We sing it at our midsummer party.

It's about old Mr. Rönnerdahl -

- who leaps out of bed to dance
in the meadow among the wild flowers.

Rönnerdahl, he jumps
sprightly out of bed

The sunshine is mild in spring
and the wind is southerly

Rönnerdahl,
he dances on Sjösala Meadow

while singing happily
like a teenager

The tern's chicks are swimming
in my fjord

From every bush
the birds sing in unison

And look at the many flowers
that gaily dance in the meadow

Speedwell,
lousewort and coltsfoot and violets

Rönnerdahl,
he swings his hairy legs

Under the white shirt
waving around his calves

Happy as a lark in the sunshine

He sings for the squirrel
swinging on a branch

Coo, coo, coo,
now Rönnerdahl is dancing

Cuckoo, and the cuckoo cries out
in his green valley

And look, so many flowers
have already bloomed

Cowslip, rockfoil,
pussy toes and violets

- I guess the cat's out of the bag.
- Isn't it time they knew about us?

Yes. So that's why Mrs. Fjeldsø
said that she hoped I'd get better soon.

- Did she really?
- Her eyes did.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr. Aurland.

- I apologise for my outburst yesterday.
- No need to apologise.

You're quite right.
Everyone acts as if nothing happened.

Perhaps it's the only way
to move forward.

If we don't reflect
deep down in our souls -

- on how this could happen,
it will happen again and again.

- Good morning, Mr. Aurland.
- Good morning, Miss Otilia.

- You've given up the waistcoat.
- Yes.

- I'll also take a walk to the beach.
- Goodness.

- Would you like to join me?
- Yes, why not?

- Fresh air would do us good.
- Yes.

Yes?

Arne called and said
that he would stop by now.

At my place.
Go on in. The door's open.

- I have to help with lunch.
- Did Kokholm say anything else?

- No, that was it.
- Thank you, Mrs. Andersen.

Hello?

Mr. Kokholm?

- Claus?
- Hi, Bertha.

Kokholm thought I should...
How are you?

- How are you?
- Marvellous, as you can see.

Won't you sit down?

The restaurant owner in Christiansgade.
You asked what happened.

- What's it to you?
- The briefcase was for me.

I was to deliver it to Thystrup.

Was that you?

I've been in Aalborg since '43.

- Did you know I was a courier?
- Not until Kokholm told me yesterday.

Richard Pedersen, the restaurant owner
whom the Gestapo killed, was one of us.

They didn't arrest him because of you.
What did the briefcase look like?

- Why?
- What did it look like?

It was a brown briefcase. The handle
had been repaired with string.

Like this one?

I wouldn't have it
if the Gestapo had found it, would I?

Thank you.

So, you were Miss Olsen
from Copenhagen.

Always on time.
Like clockwork.

If I had known
that you were Thystrup...

- Then what?
- Nothing. What's next?

- Back to England?
- I don't know.

While you're working that out,
your old room at the hotel is vacant.

- There's so much I want to know.
- I don't feel up to talking about it.

Nonetheless it's vacant.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I was told that I could wait here.
I'm to meet with Mr. Madsen.

- He and his wife are at the beach.
- Yes.

- The name is Ødegaard Andersen.
- Alice Frigh.

Aren't you going to dip
your lovely frame in the sea?

No.

My daughter and I were going for a walk,
but she left without her mother.

- Are you from Copenhagen?
- Yes. Gentofte. Kirkebakken.

- How droll. I live on Søtoften.
- It's lovely.

The Germans shot a man on Kirkebakken.
Was it close to your house?

- It was just outside.
- How unpleasant.

- Hopefully, it wasn't someone you knew.
- No. Why should I know him?

There are more appropriate places
to do that sort of thing.

- Mr. Madsen?
- Ødegaard Andersen?

Hello, Mrs. Madsen. I just need
a quick word with your husband.

I'll leave you gentlemen to it.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Frigh.
We're practically neighbours.

Perhaps we'll meet again at home
or here.

Charming woman.
Is she here with her husband?

She's a widow.
He died years ago.

Well, well.
I'm sorry to just turn up like this.

- It was easier to stop by.
- Has something happened?

Yes and no. There's a new young
prosecutor. His name is Carl Mortensen.

He's a Communist and was in prison.
Rather embittered.

The government is behind him,
but we hope it won't last.

He's interested in the bunkers here
and won't give up -

- until everyone involved in them
is under scrutiny.

- But you weren't.
- Definitely not.

However, there were several contracts
with a company -

- whose ownership is hard to trace.

They were entered into with Colonel
Fuchs, whom you also worked with.

I stopped working with them in '41.

Unfortunately,
Carl Mortensen found a contract -

- between you and Fuchs about
the construction in Hanstholm.

- That contract. Is that all?
- You're familiar with it?

I stood here and tore it apart because
I wouldn't work for them anymore.

This Mortensen person may have found
a copy, but not with my signature on it.

I'm glad to hear it. And you don't
know the other company he's looking at?

- No, I just said so.
- Then all is well. Leave it to me.

I'll tell Mortensen
that despite his best efforts -

- he'll not find a thing that connects
you with the Germans or Nazism.

- Amanda?
- Yes, Dad?

- What the hell is that?
- I know.

The painter can't come till Wednesday.
The Germans lived here.

We tried to paint over it.

Why not cover it up in the meantime?
Just an idea.

Is that you, Lauritz?

Jens said you had a hard time getting
hold of fish. These are mackerels.

- That's kind of your father.
- It has nothing to do with him.

- I caught them on the pier.
- Thanks very much.

They look good.
We'll smoke them.

The guests will love that.

You have lots of guests. Even from
Sweden, I hear. But perhaps they left.

The only Swede is Sarah.
Is that who you mean?

Nope.

Because she's still here.
She's on the terrace.

I saw you.

- The Jutlander from Jutland.
- Oh, is that you?

- I live here.
- And not in Uppsala, miss?

- Why do you call me 'miss'?
- You're a guest.

Well, stop it.

Alright then.

What are you doing now?

What did you have in mind?

- It's just...
- I'm waiting for Grandma.

And for Mr. Weyse.
Do you know who he is?

Yes, the actor.

- I don't know which one to walk with.
- That sounds complicated.

- Have you seen Sarah?
- She was sitting on the terrace.

She left with the young man.
I saw them from the window.

- What young man?
- Lauritz. He brought us fish.

- Is that your doing?
- Not at all! I haven't done anything.

How am I to explain it to Adam?
A young local fisherman?

- Here's a pretty kettle of fish!
- Indeed!

She is your responsibility,
and you can't even look after her!

Good Lord! Do you have
anything at all under control?

- Andersen's Seaside Hotel.
- It's Gertie.

I had a visit from
Judge Kiessling's housekeeper.

The lieutenant didn't return
from the front in '43.

He joined the general staff in Berlin.

They didn't find out
until the SS came by last summer.

The SS? Why?

Lieutenant Kiessling was involved
in the botched attempt on Hitler's life.

He was?

But...

- They were all executed.
- Not all of them.

More than 200 officers were involved.
Several were never found.

- He was alive last summer.
- He was.

The family wasn't told that he'd been
caught. Let's see what the report says.

I can't keep asking you favours.
You've already done plenty.

I asked to borrow the photo.
She's bringing it.

It's his mother.
The housekeeper told me her name.

It was Frida.
Is that a coincidence?

No.

- It isn't.
- Then let's keep looking.

Thank you.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin
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