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Hurry up, Calle!
- I'm not late.

Forget the hair, you'll be wearing a hat!
- I wanna make a good impression.

Try not to be late.

When will you be back?
- Who knows, it's gonna be a long night. Bye.

Nina, come here a moment.
- What is it? I gotta meet Agnes.

I wanna know what you'll be doing next fall.

Home Economics school? Where's Skarhult?
- In Skåne, a nice rural area.

Thanks but no thanks.
- It's one of the best schools in Sweden.

I'm not moving to Skåne.
- There's plenty of Counts and Barons there.

Even if I wanted to go to housekeeping school,
it wouldn't be in Skåne.

There's gotta be one here.
- Are you thinking of one in particular?

Where Jenny Åkerström and other princesses went...
is it good enough for you?

That's actually not a bad idea.

Just so happens
I have a pamphlet right here.

Unbelievable... you never give up, do you?

...and were thrown in jail.

From Oslo, they tell us
the German surrender is definitive.

We're at peace!

See you later!

Excuse me... thanks...

Nina! Hey!

It's fantastic! What a celebration!

We'll celebrate more tonight, but where?

In my the dance hall!
- Great!

Tell all your friends!

Are you throwing a party?
- I just got the idea!

Excuse me.
- Go ahead.

Excuse me... sorry!

Are you ok? Did I hurt you?
- I'm fine.

Excuse me, Miss.

Forgive me... it's Liberation Day.

Insolent guy!

Cute though.

OUR TIME IS NOW

Episode 1
PEACE

Gustaf Löwander.
- This is Nilsson, from the credit union.

We'd like to have a word with you,
in fact, we demand it...

Keep it down!
We're in the middle of a lunch!

Quiet!

They can hear you from the dining room.

Sorry, Director.
- I've tried but they're impossible!

Forgive us, we were only
celebrating peace.

You have work to do.
- Yes, but... there's no orders at the moment.

Enough, go back to work.

Shall I say something to the guests?
- No, I'll do it myself.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I apologize for the racket from the kitchen.

As you may already know,
Europe is again at peace.

Thank you...
well, it's not actually me you have to thank.

We're all relieved
the nightmare of the war has ended.

The Djurgårdskällaren is happy to offer
everyone dessert.

Plus, you'll all remember where you were
when you heard about this peace. Thanks.

Is everything to your satisfaction?
- No.

I apologize if my staff caused you discomfort.

We weren't expecting such grossness
in a place like this.

The surrender of Germany
is something to celebrate for you?

Absolutely not.
Can I offer you something to make amends?

Greta, 4 Vintage Cognac, please.
- Where's the order?

Try to be flexible for once...

Maggan, write down 4 Vintage Cognac for Lundborg.
- Yes, Director.

Maggan, is it true he's an old Nazi?
- I don't know, he may have been.

Guys from the German embassy
came here all the time.

Excuse me, are you chef Backe?
- You're 20 minutes late.

Sorry about that, Carl Svensson.

Kungsgatan was awfully crowded, I couldn't...
- I don't care, in my kitchen you gotta be on time.

Got it, Chef.

Where have you worked?
- Hasselbacken.

I guess no one's perfect... go change.
- Yes, Chef.

How's going with bookings?
- They keep coming.

Full house?
- Possibly.

How many so far?
- 5 or 6 tables at the moment.

5 or 6 tables on Liberation Day?
- Don't worry, mom, they keep calling.

Hey!
- Hi.

I'm gonna need the dancehall tonight,
for a peace party.

A peace party?
- That's right.

With such short notice?
- Nothing complicated. Champagne, beer and simple dishes.

We haven't enough personnel.
- It's just to set it up.

Agnes and myself will be serving.
- Maybe some other time.

You mean the next World War?

Is the dancehall free tonight?
- It is, but we also have certain standards to maintain.

I already invited a lot of people.
- You did what?

Why do you even ask for permission then?

I know, mom... I've been hasty
but you don't have to worry.

I'll think of everything,
I'll also talk to the personnel.

Go ahead then.
- Great.

We're gonna need room to dance,
move the round tables over.

Straighten up those dishes.

Salmon was for two,
where's the other one?

One fillet and one steak!

Ready!

More salt in that.

What are you doing?
- I'm dicing carrots.

Do they all look alike to you?
- No, Chef.

Did someone by any chance tell you
we want carrots diced in different shapes?

No, Chef.

A die is a cube with 6 equal sides
and those are not cubes!

Who do you think you are? Picasso?
- No, Chef.

I thought...
- What?!

I wanted to waste as little carrots as possible.
- Waste?

It's gets thinner...
- I know what a carrot look like!

An idiot too, for that matter.

Come on! Let's speed up!
- 4 fillets.

4 fillets!
- 4 fillets coming up!

Two woodcocks at table 2.

These are the woodcocks for table 2.
- I'll take 'em.

Here's your two woodcocks.

What is that commotion?
- There's a party going on in the dancehall.

What's your opinion on peace?
- I was about to ask you the same question, General.

The fault is of the German cavalry's betrayal.

He still thinks horses are the ultimate weapon.

No machine can replace the symbiosis
between a horseman and his horse!

Make sure you're not shy with the Cognac.
- Quite the opposite, I'll pour plenty of it.

In the fall of 1918
I saw an airborne exhibition.

Obviously, the plane crashed
and the pilot died on the spot.

So I turned to the Colonel who organized it and said:

"Colonel, I'm very sorry!
But what was he doing up there anyway?"

That was the last time we got invited
to an exhibition.

Nina, next Friday we'll take our boat to Möja,
are you and Agnes coming?

Just us 4?
- There's only 4 seats.

And Ria?
- She's in Oslo.

Are you still together?
- Yes but she doesn't need to know.

No thanks, Sture.
- I know you wanna come.

Is that so?

Sture...
- Yes?

Cut it out or I'm gonna tell Ria.

Nina!
- Henning! Hi!

Would you like to dance?
- Of course.

You can go home.
- Thanks, Chef.

Not you...
clean the pantry, the stove and mop the floor..

Yes, Chef.
Who's gonna lock the doors?

Andersson is coming at 4,
I expect you'll be still here.

Are you tired?
- I've been standing since 6 this morning.

Was there a lot of people?
- Not really.

It'll be better now that the war is over.
- I think too.

Just when Peter is coming back.
- What you mean?

I don't know what ideas he's got.

He always managed to get anything he wanted
from mom.

What if he wants the restaurant?
- You're a good manager, your mom knows.

I don't trust mom for this kind of matters.

Mom!
- I'm coming, Hilma. You need to sleep.

Hi.
- Hi.

Do you work here?
- Yes, since today.

What are you doing here?
- I'm hungry.

How did you get in?
- I never left, that's the trick.

By the way... I'm Calle.

Louise.

How come nobody saw you?
- I was in the dancehall.

Is there a dancehall?
- Yes.

Nina, the owner, is a good friend of mine.

What would you like?

First one's ready.
- Thanks.

My God!

Milk?
- Yes!

Sir, you're a genius!
- You can call me by name.

You too.

You're the kitchen boy?
- Yes, but someday I'll have my own place.

Like the Djurgårdskällaren?
- Yes.

It'll take a while but I'll make it.

It's a tough job, you know?
- I know but work doesn't scare me.

One more?
- With pleasure.

I was an idiot to ride my bike through Kungsgatan.
- I agree.

How's your leg?

It's practically broken, you see?
- You're gonna need a cast.

It's a miracle I'm still able to walk.

Anyway... I came in late
and chef Backe got mad at me.

Well, "Snips" is not exactly easygoing.

How do you know they call him "Snips"?

Everybody knows Snips.

Were you enlisted?
- Yes, in Gotland.

I was supposed to go back next fall.

But now that the war is over,
it's like life is starting over again.

Thanks for the best pancakes ever.

Thanks for keeping me company.

So, who are you really, Louise?

Thanks for everything.

Calle.
- Andersson.

I started yesterday.
- I've been here a while.

Hi.

Did you get the job?
- Yes, I worked late.

Coffee?
- Real one?

No, surrogate.

Maybe I can get some at the restaurant.

I was supposed to go to the Hanssons today
but they didn't need me.

You'll find something else.
- With the war over, people will stop patching their clothes.

I don't think so, mom.

What are you talking about?
- Lelle! Are you up?

We were saying that everything is gonna be fine now.

You smell funny.
- It's kitchen smell.

No, you smell like flowers.

Maybe just a little.

Director Löwander in person!
- Ragnarsson.

You have a minute?
- Actually not.

I'll be quick.
- I assume it's about the payment.

You read my mind, Gustaf!

We're a little short of cash right now.
- Just like last week.

I'm sorry but...
- And the week before that...

I'll talk to the bank,
they will raise my credit.

I'm starting to lose my patience.

I'm doing all I can to solve this.

There is another way, profitable to us both.
- Yes?

Vouchers.

Your finest customers won't mind some of those.

You sell them, I pay for your trouble.

Are they fake?
- No, no... authentic, right from Sundsvall.

The person who stole them
is in the Crisis Committee.

This is very risky.
- It's your decision.

But you gotta decide fast.

I haven't always been a wholesaler, you know.

I know who to call if you don't pay your debt.

Good morning.
- Morning.

You came back late.
- Yes.

What is it?
- You're all red on your chin and neck.

Did you rub against a hedgehog?
- Not that I remember.

Someone's beard?
- Mom, I did nothing inconvenient.

Yes you did and there's nothing wrong with that.

But you gotta be careful.
- Don't worry.

I had very much fun,
that's all there is to it.

I gave Inger a few days off,
her brother is dying.

Could you send someone over for dinner?
- Of course.

Do you know what Peter's plans are?
- Unfortunately I do.

"Unfortunately"?
- He'll be staying in Småland until August.

Why?
- People from the concentration camps keep coming in.

Apparently "they need him".
- War is over, why are they still coming up here?

He cares more for those people than his own family.
- But what is he gonna do after that?

I don't know...
are you afraid of competition?

No... I just hope he understands
that I manage the restaurant now.

Is that so?
- Day-to-day administration, mom... you got the last word.

By the way, the party last night was a mistake.
- You think so?

Patrons complained about the noise.
- The few who were there.

Things will get better
now that the war is over.

I got a letter from the bank,
we're way over our credit.

I'm going over today and fix everything.

See if we have any roquefort left
and put it in as well.

Good morning.
- Good morning, Chef.

You might wanna have a word with the new kitchen boy.
- Why?

Andersson made an interesting discover.

Two sandwiches!

One fillet, quick!

Morning, Chef.
- Have you had visitors last night?

Yes, Chef.

Andersson noticed some food lying around.
- That's not true.

A guest came down from the dancehall,
I gave her pancakes and a glass of milk.

I hadn't finished cleaning when Andersson came
but there was no food around.

You're a sneaky little punk, aren't you?

I apologize, Chef... it won't happen again.
- No.

You're staying for today,
then I never wanna see your face again in my kitchen.

You'd like to raise your credit, Mr. Löwander?
- Just for this transition time.

We're facing a time of big changes,
we gotta be more daring in our investments.

You exceeded your credit way beyond bank rules.
- Rules that you frequently change.

Your debt has increased alarmingly
and you refused to answer our requests for a meeting.

Now I'm here and we can settle everything.

Mr. Löwander... given the current situation,
a credit raise is out of the question.

I am shocked!
- It wasn't my intention but...

We've been clients of this bank since 1911,
how long have you been working here?

With all due respect,
this is not relevant.

I'll see what your superiors have to say.
- Don't take it like that, Mr. Löwander.

I'm sure that together we can find a solution...

...but you need to understand our position.

Good day.
- Good day.

Your name is Calle, right?
- Yes.

I don't think he's gonna give you a good reference.

On your first day, you come in late
and you steal food... not bad at all!

You know when Peter is coming back?
- No.

Hopefully soon, we need him here.
- Who's Peter?

He's Gustaf's brother.

He was just born when I got here,
now he's 25.

He was always in the kitchen,
he loved herrings.

I used to give him a fish along with a kiss.
- How sweet.

Peter has his good sides
and so does Gustaf.

There's a lot of strange people
hanging around here lately.

Are you referring to Ragnarsson's men?
- For instance.

There's also who provided our supplies during rationing,
all thanks to Gustaf.

Peter's too snooty for this kind of things.

Thank God rationing will be over soon.

Chef?

Can we have a word in private?

We have nothing to talk about.
- Just a few words.

I insist, Chef.

I ask you to give me one more chance.

Is that all?
- Yes.

The thing is, Chef...

My family totally depends on me.

My mother is a seamstress but can't find no job
and I also have a little brother to support.

There must be about 100 kids
who'd love to work in my kitchen.

You had your chance and you wasted it.

You're sloppy, unreliable, arrogant
and you have no character.

So spare me your heart-breaking stories.

Here, two pears "Belle Helene".
- Are you waiting tables now?

Some guests deserve preferential treatment.
- I see.

I hope it was everything to your liking.

I was wondering if you had time
for a few words in my office before you leave.

Of course.
- Splendid.

I can't!
- You started, now you gotta finish!

I don't wanna... I take it all back!
- Just tell us.

Talk!
- Alright, I give up!

Remember that boy we met in Kungsgatan?

The one who kissed me.
- Yes...?

He works here.
- No way!

What's this about?
- After the party I went down to the kitchen...

...and he was there, scrubbing the floor.
- That's unbelievable!

Is he handsome?
- More cute than handsome.

Really cute.

Is he working tonight?

I wanna see him.
- Get him up here.

I can't...
- Of course you can, this place is yours!

No... it would be too suspicious
if I called for the kitchen boy.

What if we go up to the dancehall?

Who's Calle?
- It's me.

They want you in the dancehall.

Hi.
- Hi.

Did someone ask for me?
- I did.

The potato and egg salad was exceptionally good.

Glad to hear that, Miss Louise.

"Louise"?

Enough.

You don't know who she is??
- Agnes!

Don't worry, I won't say it.

Did you have a pleasant night, Miss Louise?

Is that all?
- One more thing...

Can you get me some pancakes?
I'm starving!

He got mad.
- He is cute though.

Calle!

Calle!

Why should I do that?
- I'll pay you back with interests.

I'm not a bank, am I?
- Try to see it from my prospective.

What might that be?
- Well, it's partly your fault if the restaurant has problems.

I'm not following you.

You advised me to invest in German bonds.

I did that, I bought several of those...
- I didn't force you to buy anything.

That was understood... I borrowed money to buy those...

Everyone thought it was a good investment,
you can't blame me if they lost the war.

All I ask is a small loan...
- Löwander, you're really starting to annoy me!

This discussion is over.
Don't expect to see me here again.

Mr. Lundborg, calm down, please...

Good evening. A table, please.
- Let me have a look.

Your name's Bellan, isn't it?
- Maitre Roos.

I don't think you're booked up, Bellan.
- Follow me.

Here.
- We'd rather sit in the VIP lounge.

No tables there, sorry.

Manager! Come here!

Ragnarsson!
- We'd like to sit in the VIP lounge...

...but Bellan says we can't.

Just a moment,
I'll see what I can do.

He'll have to go with that table, otherwise...
- Herrstrom is almost finished.

He's even raising his voice, what kind of person...
- Just sit them down!

That one will be fine.
- Can't you see it's taken?

They haven't started yet.
- The General and his wife are regular guests.

Shut your mouth,
I'm talking to Gustaf!

Evening, is it everything to your liking?
- As usual.

I'm glad to hear that. There's been a tiny mix-up,
this table was already booked.

I'm sure you can fix this tiny mix-up.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to sit at another table.

Out of the question!
- Dessert will be on the house of course.

We're fine where we are.
- ...and dessert wine too.

Your impudence is beyond measures!

How about a 1983 Garrafeira?
It's a legendary vintage.

You'll have to be very generous.
- I'm not moving!

I've been sitting here since 1815...
- 1915, August.

Right... 1915.
No one will ever say August Drugge has left his post!

I'm awfully sorry, General,
but the fact is...

Mr. Ragnarsson is one our nation's
biggest horse breeders.

He's working on a secret project for the Army,

he's trying to cross-breed the Nordic Swedish horse
with the Arabian thoroughbred.

Mr. Ragnarsson is our cavalry's future.

You don't say!
Where do we sit?

There's an excellent table over there.
- Blanceflor... realignment!

What was that wine again?
- Garrafeira.

Don't be shy with that then.

Mr. Ragnarsson,
men like you are the future of this nation!

Girls, let's go.
Thanks.

Gustaf...
- Not a word!

Dammit!

You! Tell the Chef to have dinner served
to Mrs. Löwander.

Mrs. Löwander?
- The lady on the roof. You know who I mean, don't you?

Yes, Director.
- Move!

Who is "the lady on the roof"?
- Helga Löwander, the director's mother.

What does she usually have for dinner?
- What do I know?

Three wraps and a filet!
- Move over!

What is this?

Toast with champignon mushrooms
and a glass of Chablis.

This is not what they usually serve me.
- I apologize if you're disappointed.

It's very good.
- I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Löwander.

It's also still hot.
- I came up as fast as I could.

Did Chef Backe make this?
- I made it myself, Mr. Löwander.

Really?
- Word of honor.

Tell me, what's the secret
to prepare an excellent toast?

Bechamel mustn't be too liquid
or it would compromise the toast's crispness.

Also, it's gotta be served hot.

There is alcohol in this bechamel, right?
- A little bit of Brandy.

You can't fool me.
- You're an expert, if I may say so.

Of course you can,
flattering works with me.

How was it?
- Excellent... best dinner I've had in years.

Great!
- Why don't you let the kitchen boy run the restaurant?

Maybe I will.

What's your name?
- Carl, Mrs. Löwander.

And you're a kitchen boy.
- Yes... for a few more hours.

What you mean by that?
- Unfortunately I've been fired.

No!
Why?

I was alone in the kitchen when one of the guests
came down and asked for something to eat.

And "Spark" fired you for that?
- Chef Backe.

He should really cool it down.

Did you know about this?
- No.

He's staying.
- I think we should let Chef Backe...

This kid cooks well
and he's also nice and polite.

He's a genius compared to many in our kitchen.
- Mom, I think we should...

Enough!
He's staying.

If you have more problems with Spark,
come talk to me directly.

Yes, Mrs. Löwander.
- That's all. He can go.

Excuse me, Chef.

I don't know how to say this but...
Mrs. Löwander said I gotta stay.

Mrs. Löwander?
- Yes.

Talk to her if you don't believe me.
- Then you're staying.

Thanks, Chef.
I'm not gonna let you down.

You're gonna quit before the end of the week.

I know it's none of my business but...
- You're right, it's not.

Treating our guests like that
it's just undignified!

Thank you,
anything else you wanna pontificate about?

No, that's all.

You don't even need to speak,
your constant dismissive grin says enough by itself!

Obviously, you're right.
I made a mistake, it won't happen again.

Director?
Mr. Ragnarsson would like to speak with you.

Everything of your liking?
- Yes.

On the house, right?
- Of course.

Good... I actually haven't come to have dinner tonight.

I offered you a choice, Gustaf.
It's time you decide.

I want your answer by tomorrow night.
You know where to find me.

Shall we go, girls?

I'm looking for a kitchen boy named Calle.

He's got a few hours off,
I think he went home.

Ethel, do you happen to know where he lives?
- No... but I could ask one of the other kitchen boys.

That'd be nice.

I won't say who's asking.

Have you heard about the Opera Restaurant scandal?
- Yes I have.

"The guilty party is the director
of the Royal Orchestra."

"He provided his colleagues with food stamps,
either fake or stolen."

It's Marton, I know him.

Did he offer those to you as well?
- No, just to the Opera Restaurant.

"The ringleader, who made a fortune out of fake food stamps,
now risks up to 3 years in a labor camp."

Hi.
- Hi.

I came here to apologize.
- Ok.

My name is not Louise...

I'm Nina Löwander.

Sorry about that night in the dancehall.

I had a few drinks, I wasn't myself...
- Or maybe that's who you are.

Did you like me the first time we met?
- Yes.

Yes... that was the real me.

It must have been hard.
- What?

Making up a name while trying to be yourself.

What difference would have made knowing the truth?
- A big one.
Making up a name while trying to be yourself.

What difference would have made knowing the truth?
- A big one.

Why?
- It wouldn't have happened.

Then I'm glad I didn't.
- I have three mouths to feed!

I can't risk my job for...

A quickie?
- Calle, lunch!

It's not what I meant.

It's getting cold!

You made the right decision, Gustaf.
- We must be very discrete.

Absolutely!
- See what happened to Marton?

Yes... but he made himself 300,000 crowns.

This is just until I've paid my debt to you.

You say it now.
- I mean it.

It's like owning a money-making machine,
we'll see if you're able to turn it off.

One bottle of Veuve Clicquot, please.

Eva, let's celebrate!
Rigmor!

4 glasses.

AUGUST 1945

Peter, can you help me?
- Oh, sorry!

Suzanne, welcome to Stockholm.
- Thank you.

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