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Denmark, 18th century.
To increase tax revenues

-Danish kings try to domesticate and colonise
colonise the vast Jutland heath.

But nature is brutal, the soil is
barren, the land is haunted by outlaws...

...and for tens of years, all those who
who are sent out there fail.

The heath cannot be farmed.

KÖPENHAMN 1755

POORHOUSE FOR WAR VETERANS

THE ROYAL CHAMBER OF INTEREST

-Your Majesty. The carriage is waiting.
-Yes, thank you. We will leave when I am ready.

Ludvig Kahlen? We are ready for you.

Chancellor Paulli.

Who do we have here?

Captain Kahlen has returned home
after 25 years of service in the German army.

He applies for a licence
to build on Jyllandsheden.

Nice, nice drawings, soldier.
It's just a waste of your time.

-The heath cannot be used.
-All land can be used.

1/3 of the kingdom is deserted.
It is a stain on our country.

I can conquer the earth and build
the first colony on the moor.

Listen to me. This is just heather,
rock and sand. Nothing can grow there.

That has been demonstrated over and over again
by better men than you.

With all due respect, I would like to ask
to take precedence over the king.

Yes, of course. - Will someone please
and call His Majesty?

We are not wasting any more of the state's money
on cultivating the moors.

Especially not on a conceited soldier in a funny uniform.
in a funny uniform. - Get him out.

I'm not asking you for a cent.
I'll finance it myself.

-How?
-I have my captain's pension.

That's nothing.

Let's say that
you manage to build a colony.

What do you think should be the reward
for your generous offer?

A title of nobility with associated estates
and servants.

Could you wait outside, please?

He is nobody. Unknown father, his mother
was a maid in a mansion.

He was a gardener
before his time in the German army.

He managed to become a captain
despite his low status.

-His demands are insane.
-The demands are unimportant.

We can promise him to become Emperor of
Russia. No one can farm that land.

But as long as he is out there
we can say to his majesty...

-that we are still fighting
for his beloved moorland project.

Captain Kahlen.
Please come in. We have good news.

Help! Help me!

A little telegram for a poor
little dill all alone in the forest.

How nice you are. Such a nice bings.
You must have many rats.

Why the hell have you chosen
to build a house in my county?

The hands of the diligent shall prevail.

-What's in the boxes?
-I'd like to know that too.

They came all the way from Mecklenburg.

I don't understand
all the secrecy.

Are these all my men?

I need more than that
if the house is to be finished before the autumn.

No enterprising man with his life ahead of him
wants to work himself to death on the moor.

I need three times as many.
Then you'll have to find them in the neighbouring villages.

I have arseholes the size of swan eggs.
and they don't like the highway.

Besides, the forests are full of outlaws.
Before I forget: five riksdaler.

As sheriff, I shall be compensated for
the drudgery of getting everything on the list.

Plus hiring horses to transport
all the shit to the arseholes of the world.

Yes, sorry, priest.

Captain, can I show you something?

I think I may have a solution
to your problem with labourers.

You have no idea how happy I am
that you have chosen our parish.

It is high time
for God's light to shine on the moor.

Come. I believe
I may have found a home for you.

Johannes Eriksen, an experienced farmer,
and his wife Ann Barbara.

It is illegal
to hire poultry.

They have escaped from a brutal master.

Eriksen can work hard and Ann
Barbara is a good housekeeper.

We can work for half the wage, sir.

We only ask for a chamber so Ann
Barbara doesn't have to sleep with the men.

One chamber, two meals a day,
no pay.

You won't get a better opportunity
in your situation.

I will be visited by important men
when the house is finished.

I expect
that it is maintained to a high standard.

Is that understood?

It will be fine. They will never
look for you on the moors.

FOUR MONTHS LATER
HALDS GODS

Well, Bondo. I stand here like an idiot
wasting the best season of the year.

The cheeks flare, the flesh is willing.

Bear portraits are all the rage
throughout northern Europe, Mr de Schinkel.

-Where is my cousin?
-She is out lunging her horse.

She does nothing but
running around with the yoke.

A Captain Kahlen is in the process of
building a house on the moor.

"King's House" he calls it.

You said there would be no more
more fools come to the moor.

That it was only a matter of time
before we could buy the whole thing.

-Kahlen?
-Yes. Ludvig Kahlen.

-Find out who he is.
-Of course.

KING'S HOUSE

I've got better stew in the army.

If you had bought a cow
we would have had thicker milk.

If I want to keep the house in a high standard
I need a cow.

I have made a detailed account
of my budget out here.

If a cow was needed
there would be a cow.

Then it doesn't get any better.

Everything should be in neat little lines.

The floor should be dust-free, the food should
perfectly in the centre of the plate.

He behaves like a fine gentleman.

But his clothes are worn out
and his hands are calloused.

-He is strange.
-The priest said we can trust him.

We can't trust anyone.

We'll never get out of here without pay.

We only stay here for one season.
Until they stop looking for us.

One season at Kungenshus.

Then we go to the coast.
I want to see the sea.

I want to see the sea.

Where are you going?

Out to our strange gentleman.
He should not go out there alone.

-We need marrow to do this.
-We'll get clay from the sea.

The heather will be burned,
the soil will be fertilised.

It takes at least six months
before anything can be grown.

May I ask what you intend to grow?

You are welcome to ask.

But you won't get an answer.

Come here!

Thanks for the fucking chicken, bings!

-What's going on?
-It's the outlaws.

What the hell are you doing?

Now all outlaws know that they can
come here and steal without risk.

Why did you let her go?

You can't get too close to them.
The devil protects them.

-You saw for yourself how dark she was.
-Stupid superstition. She is a beggar's child.

She was taken in the South and is therefore dark.
Next time you stop her.

We should not be cursed by anyone.
Try to stop her yourself.

Pack your things.
You've done your part here.

It's fantastic
what you are doing.

You already get a sense of life
out here.

Johannes. Isn't that Preisler?

Johannes. Would you be so kind
to look after my horse in the barn?

Captain Kahlen?

I am Major Preisler. I am here
for Frederik de Schinkel af Hald.

Owner of 130 strongholds
and the local magistrate.

Mr de Schinkel asked me to invite you
to dinner at the estate this evening.

It will be an honour for me.

-I hope you have different clothes than them.
-I have my uniform.

One of Mr de Schinkel's tenants...
recently left.

Rumour has it
that he is still in the neighbourhood.

Johannes Eriksen and his wife.
Does that mean anything to you?

I have the men you see here.

Schinkel.
That's who they've run away from?

The most important man in the neighbourhood?
The man I'm supposed to keep in touch with?

My uncle loved dogs. Before he
died he wrote in his will

-that Frederik was not to take down
a single portrait of a dog on the estate.

I think he was more fond of
his dogs than his own children.

Edel Helene Leising, Frederik's cousin.

Captain Ludvig Kahlen.

Are you related
to the Norwegian Count Leising?

That is my father.
Perhaps you know a lot about the Norwegian nobility?

No...just what everyone knows.
That your father is a close friend of the king.

Here he is.

Ludvig Kahlen.
Welcome to the Hald estate.

-Judge Schinkel, please...
-de Schinkel.

My father's name was Schinkel,
but I changed it to de Schinkel.

de Schinkel, sorry.

From gardener
to decorated captain is an achievement.

It took me 25 years too.

25 years? Do you know how long it takes
for a nobleman to become a captain?

Six months.

You must have hated the powder puffs
who advanced before you-

-just because they had the right blood
in their veins.

-These are the rules.
-Said by a real soldier.

So...you're going to try to farm the moor?

I'm going to build
the king's first colony out there.

The moor is God's nature in all its splendour.
Why castrate a wild beast?

Did not God put man on earth
to create civilisation?

-So we are not civilised out here?
-I didn't say that.

God has nothing to do with civilisation
to do with civilisation. God is chaos. Life is chaos.

I do not agree.

You fought in the Silesian wars.
Was it civilised?

No, war is chaos.

But the winner is the one who can
to control chaos.

What do you think of my fiancée?
Isn't she pretty to look at?

Are we engaged? I don't remember
that I have said yes, Frederik.

As if it wasn't already settled.

Her father begged me on his knees
to take her. I do not complain.

Her family wants my fortune,
but I drew the longest straw.

Getting into the nobility is priceless.
My father always said that.

-Your father was right.
-He created this from nothing.

Two cows and a plough.

Now he just lies
rotting in the ground.

Life is chaos, Louis.

Cunt, cock, shit, blood, chaos.

We can't control shit.

It is when we recognise it that
we can enjoy our insignificant lives.

Everything you've said since we sat
the table has been ridiculous.

Sorry, Captain. My cousin needs
a lesson in civilised behaviour.

Why am I here?

You are here because you have built
on my land without authorisation.

-Is land?
-Yes, de Schinkel's land.

The heath belongs to the king.
All uncultivated land belongs to the king.

Are you a bit deaf? This is my land.

-Do you have a cadastral map?
-I can't be bothered to look for it.

-Then we must get a surveyor here.
-Or ask the magistrate - me.

The magistrate will judge. That is enough.

We have nothing more to talk about.
- Miss Edel.

Your mother was a cook
on Count Raben's estate, wasn't she?

He was a family friend.

A god-gifted horndog who taught
all the servants with tits and womb.

-and you are
like the snot out of his nose.

It's almost eerie.

It was he who put you in the army?

My father did that when he
tired of his bastards.

My little half-brothers with longing
in their eyes and dirt under their fingernails.

And now the bastard would like to become
a big man on the moor.

What do you get if you succeed? An estate?

A nice title? "von Kahlen"?

-What is it?
-A contract.

You can try your luck
on Mr de Schinkel's land.

He will help you with men,
provisions and materials.

In return, you pay him
50% of your future income.

Should colonists come, they become
tenant farmers of Mr de Schinkel.

No, thank you.

I would strongly advise you
to accept the offer.

It is the king's land.
I work for the king.

Woof-woof!

Not many people would dare
to contradict Frederik like that.

-Will I see you again, Captain?
-I can't see how.

There's a harvest festival in a month.
All the powder puffs are coming.

-First Sunday in September.
-I don't think I'm invited.

You can come as my guest.
I can invite anyone I want.

Here it is.
So you won't forget me by then.

-Why does no one work? Where are the men?
-Gone.

Major Preisler knocked on my door
last night and asked me to ride here at once...

-and offer your men double pay
on one of de Schinkel's farms.

And you did that without hesitation?

I rode all night and my arse hurts.
Please don't shoot the messenger.

You couldn't know
that it was his land.

We can't find any new workers.
No one dares to defy Schinkel.

Is everyone mad? I have the King's
stamp that I can be here.

-I have the law on my side.
-It doesn't matter.

If Frederik Schinkel wants something
he keeps going until he gets it.

He's all alone out there now.
He hasn't even burned the heather.

He may have no more than 100 riksdaler left
of his captain's pension.

-100 riksdaler? That's nothing.
-No. He never gets the land ready.

And when winter comes
he will sign.

"Dear Captain. Much pleasure in
building a colony on the moor without men."

"Here is a small gift that may
bring a little joy to everyday life."

"Frederik de Schinkel."

It can adorn the chickens.

I know where we can get men.

Hey, hey, hey! Come here!

Let go of me, damn it!

-What's your name, thief girl?
-Anmai Mus, damn it.

-How old are you?
-Two.

-No, you're not.
-So I'm 35 then.

I don't know, damn it.

Where are the tattoos you are travelling with?
Where are they camped?

Do you remember this one?

Tomorrow morning you will show me
where they are. Do you understand?

-They will kill me.
-It's not my problem.

Poor little Anmai Mus.
She only lived a short and hard life.

She had not eaten for eleven days and
hunger forced her into thievery.

Her parents did not want her
and sold her to the outlaws...

Stop it. I don't want to hear it.

No, no, no! No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, let me go!

Useless darkling.
You'll get your punishment later.

What are you doing here, bings?

I have work for all of you.

Ten riksdaler for
to walk in the fields until autumn.

Which field? You don't own a field.

The heath.

Today!

A fine soldier like you knows that people like
us are not allowed to work. That's what the law says.

-You could go to jail for that.
-Are we in agreement?

20 riksdaler.
And I want that one.

Your medal.
I always wanted to be a general.

You can't have it. And I am
am not a general. I'm a captain.

Salute General Hector!

Do you remember when we faced the devil
out here on the moor?

In the form of a young boy. We ran!

Now he is the one to run.
Because now the general is here!

Now the general is here!

Now the General is working! And the devil...

Make sure
to keep the fire under control!

-Hey! A shilling for a night.
-No, no. Thank you.

Take the stick, bings.

Once you take that stick
you are part of her clan.

You can have her for five riksdaler.
Then we'll get rid of that darkling.

We are not in the same clan. Do you understand?

Freshly shot game for the harvest festival.
I shot two.

You will all have a taste and a
wonderful evening. You will all live well.

But first of all, I will live.

-Have you seen the animals? I shot two.
-I have disturbing news from the moor.

Kahlen has hired a group of gypsies
to work for him.

But Preisler has also discovered
something else.

Three loads as close to the coast as you can find.
Remember: it must be white clay.

It must be white clay.

-Mr de Schinkel liked this one.
-Then he can touch it himself.

Mine will be simpler.
Honourable, but still feminine.

You mean something
that a military man would appreciate?

You should stay far away
from Schinkel.

-Everybody who's anybody is coming tonight.
-Everyone who's anybody?

Businessmen.
People I will be doing business with.

I guess that's not the only reason
you go there.

You should not interfere with my
private matters. You are a housekeeper.

Now it's as good as it gets.
The good people can take you as you are.

But you must remember
to hide the seam in the gizzard.

Thank God you are here.
I almost didn't recognise you.

Ludvig Kahlen.

-Captain, Hedbetvingaren.
-de Schinkel.

Good that you came. But you can't
be here with that funny wig.

I can't expose
my other guests to that.

-There are no lice in my wig.
-I see how it creeps and crawls.

Lise here has brought a wig
that you can borrow.

Let's go. Immediately.

Yes...

That's it. Then you are as good as new.

Enjoy the party.

Come with me, sir.
Miss is expecting you.

-Miss Edel.
-Captain.

It was a gift from your cousin.

He is a spoilt child.

Trying desperately
to impress his father's friends.

He drinks from morning to night
and brags about-

-all the female servants
whom he has bedded.

It is as if he thinks that I
find it funny or attractive.

I have to go away.

I have to get out of here.

-What does your father say?
-He only thinks about the money.

He has forbidden me to go home.

I must stay here for the winter
and try to see the good in Frederik.

He wants
that we get married within a year.

If I can't present
a better option for him.

Can I do that?

A man who makes the king's
king's highest wish come true

-with the title and reward
that comes with it...

He could perhaps become worthy
to marry you.

If that's what you're asking.

I thought otherwise
that I was obvious.

You haven't had many in-depth
conversations with women. Have you?

This is the longest conversation
I've had, that's correct.

And you will succeed
to build your colony out there?

Yes, I will.

Sorry to interrupt the magic here,
but I want to show a surprise

-and I can't wait any longer.
It's something very special.

This farmer left last spring.

I treated him and his wife
with respect, even love.

As I treat all my people.

And he thanked me
by running away.

He was hiding with Ludvig Kahlen
out on the moor

-but enough about that.
It's a long story.

If you interfere with
a legal peasant punishment

-you yourself will be regarded
as a lawbreaker.

Don't worry. The water is not
as hot as it looks.

One more time for the beautiful girls.

One more time for the beautiful women.

I think that
it would be a good idea to stop now.

The people are not with you.

No, they don't. Do it one more time
for the beautiful girls.

Frederik! That's enough.

Do it one more time now!
Do it for the beautiful girls!

You have killed him.

I am fully entitled
to punish my own tenants.

Nobody could know that he would die.
- What do you say, Bondo?

Yes, that's right. It was an accident.

So, the farmer must
have been sensitive or...

Leave him alone. He is mine.

He is not yours anymore.
According to the law, he belongs to God now.

Then take him.

Ludvig! I know that you
use gypsies as labourers.

You are not allowed to harbour outlawed gypsies.
You are ordered to send them away.

It goes like this. If the outlaws
are not gone by tomorrow morning...

-we will remove them by force.
You too.

I see through the fingers with everything,
if you just sign our contract.

That hurts me.

You didn't hit me like a man
who was afraid of something.

We were in agreement. I can't get the earth
ready if you don't finish the work.

You don't have to leave. You can
work at night when no one is looking.

Are you an idiot? There is a cooked man
out there on your land.

We don't want to fucking die
for your moorland project.

What do we do?

You'll never make it through the winter,
not without money, not without men.

I don't need men.
I can do it myself.

-The land will be cultivated this spring.
-And what about Schinkel?

Schinkel takes turns
between the maids.

He always has one or two
two guards, so you don't run away.

When Johannes and I got married
he raged because I was not his.

And now he has killed him.

Schinkel will not stop
until he has won.

Where were you planning to go?

-As far away as I can get.
-I would like to ask you to stay.

I can't farm the fields
and keep house.

-I need you.
-Housekeeping?

My husband is dead and you are afraid
that the floor won't be swept

-or that everything is perfect
as it usually is!

-I can pay you.
-With what?

-You have no more money.
-When the king hears...

Don't talk about the King as your friend.
You have never met him.

You never will.
He doesn't even know you exist.

What is Schinkel afraid of?

What happens to him
if there are colonies out here?

Then he loses his power.
He becomes an insignificant little man.

I will do the work of three men,
so I shall have double pay.

And a fifth of the harvest.

A tenth.

And I want to know
what you intend to grow.

-What is it?
-Potatoes.

They grow them in Germany
and France. They are hardy.

They can withstand almost anything.
Just don't let them get frost.

My mother was a cook. On an estate.

She was in the same situation as you.
With her landlord.

You are the son of a landowner?

He was my father, yes.
But I was not his son.

Damn, fucking cheers!

What are you doing here?

I ran away from those ugly bastards.

I don't want to be sold.

Let's go!

You have to find the others again.
You can't be here.

I can't take care of a child.
We don't even have food for ourselves.

Cursed thief, cursed thief.

You have stolen my knife and tomorrow
at seven o'clock you will lose your life.

A toe biter! Take it, bettefar!

-Are you an idiot? It eats children.
-No, it doesn't.

It is much more afraid of you
than you are to it. Let's go.

Madrum, look!
I'm holding a toe biter!

I don't understand your tattoo words,
Anmai Mus.

Madrum. It comes from Latin.

It is a root word for mother.

Madrum. Gudbings. And bettefar.

Yes, that's good. Now we are working.

But the miller took little Carl Andersen
and threw him into the lake.

And then everyone knew that the miller
drowned children every night.

-Why isn't anyone doing anything about that bastard?
-It's coming. You want to hear more?

-Yes, damn it, what an asshole!
-You have to stop swearing.

Why the hell didn't he just fly
to the kids if he could fly?

The miller had had four children himself.

You must drink it.
Your lungs must rest.

Her body cannot resist the disease.
She must have food.

-Porridge and water are not enough.
-This is what we have.

-We have the potatoes.
-We don't touch them.

We have one goat left. We have to
survive on the milk all winter.

-There are 20 sacks of potatoes...
-We don't touch them!

Edel's father says that she blabbers on
about Ludvig Kahlen in her letters home.

You don't think she likes him?

She is a realist.
She would never choose a peasant

-before the most prosperous man
in the neighborhood. Never.

No, she wouldn't.

She is smarter than that.
So what does she know that we don't?

He received a shipment
all the way from Germany.

-Maybe it's potatoes.
-Potatoes?

Don't they say that they can grow
in almost any kind of soil?

Anmai Mus, go inside and rest.

Merry Christmas, Louis.

-You were hoping it was Edel.
-What are you doing here, Schinkel?

de Schinkel, Louis. de Schinkel.

Are you still here? You only come home
when you get tired of the moor.

You will always be
my little Ann Barbara.

I have actually come in good faith.

Leftovers from Christmas dinner.
There is both pork and cake.

You might have to gnaw a bit
to get the meat off the bones.

Come into the warmth.
I have good news for you.

I have not been reasonable.

You come out here on the moor
with your big dream.

Then I just sit up there on the estate
and ruin it all for you.

-Aren't you curious?
-It's money.

Yes, please. It's 2,000 riksdaler.

That's enough for two colonies
and to hire as many men as you want.

-You can live like a king.
-I will not work for you.

You will not work for anyone. Just go
somewhere else and farm the moors.

As long as it's far away from me
so we don't have to stare at each other.

Start over somewhere else.

Then the scrotum there is yours.

Then we have a deal.

I want to go home to my hot stove.

One more thing. You must of course
report to the Interest Chamber

-that this is my land
and always has been.

Louis.

Louis.

The goat is worth a hundred times more than
a shitty sack of potatoes. You know that.

What if the harvest fails?
Louis, don't... Louis!

I know it's the mysling.

I don't hear her out there anymore.

Tell me again. What happens
when the colonists arrive, bettefar?

When the colonists come
we can use the whole moor-

-and then the king will come
and visit us.

The top brass.

Yes, it is. Then the head honcho comes
and visit us.

And then there will be fireplaces
in every room, we will have sealed windows.

And you get all the food you can eat.

And we will have animals in the barn.

As many animals
as Noah had on his ark.

I have given my blanket to Anmai Mus.

I just need to get the heat up.

I know that your heart belongs
another. So does mine.

Is there any more muesli?

-When are they coming up?
-In two or three months.

And then there will be many more of them.
Hundreds of sacks.

-Fucking hell! Hundreds?
-One more.

Frost!

Blankets are not enough.
Take the heather. Take the heather!

Bettefar, a clearing!

Bettefar, bettefar, a clearing!

A clearing! Come, come!

A clearing, grandpa! A clearing!

And it was you who found it,
Anmai Mus.

And it was you who found it.

"Cultivated on the heath. L. Kahlen."

Do you realize what this means, Mr.
Paulli? It took us 50 years to get here.

Stop it, Mr. Paulli. You are behaving
as if he has invented the wheel.

-It took a year to grow one sack.
-80 sacks. According to this.

-His Majesty the King!
-Your Majesty.

We are said to have received a consignment of potatoes
from Jyllandsheden.

-That's right, but...
-This is a great day for Denmark.

Send colonists there and make sure
to send a suitable reward.

What?

Miss? The captain has managed
to grow potatoes on the moor.

-Where did you hear that?
-Bondo's chambermaid.

He is now a royal surveyor. 50
colonists are on their way from Germany.

I have never doubted. Never.
Neither has God.

And speaking of Our Lord,
I will leave you now for a while.

-Tomorrow morning I will go to Odense.
-Then you have your head in a bucket.

Then to Copenhagen to collect
money for the first church on the moor.

Cheers! Pancakes!

-Bowl.
-Cheers.

Rikkärrs...

...peat is often nutritious...

Nutritious.
"Nutritious" is something completely different.

-Nutritious.
-Luddite?

Are you Ludvig Kahlen?

Welcome to Kungenshus.

You who stand here today
will go down in history

-as the King's first colonists
on the Danish moors.

Building materials for your houses are on their way.

You can camp in the valley in the lee of the wind
the wind and pick you up after the journey.

-We have bread and meat for everyone.
-What is she doing here?

She works here. She helps us
with the animals and the land survey.

-Anmai Mus, come.
-No.

Her kind brings misfortune and death.
If we are to stay, she must go.

I keep her from your wives
and children. She stays in the house.

You will not notice her.

Let time pass and they will realize
that you are not dangerous at all.

It feels like
like I smell a stench.

There is something wrong with them.

They are afraid of you
even though they should know better.

Just as you once
were afraid of little beetles.

I thought you said
that you don't stink.

Stop teasing. You're bad at it.

There's someone in here
stinking of a stench.

-You smell like horse piss!
-What did you say?

I have never...
That's the worst thing I've ever heard!

Two steps to the right. That's it!

And then you write "220"
in this column.

A two, a two and a circle.

Won't the wig-thingy be angry
when we are so close to his castle?

Maybe he will.
But he is no longer in charge here.

Dearest Frederik. Looks like you can
remain an important pawn out here

-even though colonists have arrived.

But Ludvig Kahlen
is a royal surveyor now.

If you fight him
you risk everything.

You must make peace with him.

Then say that you want to marry
with me here and now.

What is holding you back? You say
I'm going to be an important pawn.

Then say yes.

Say yes.

You don't think
I know about your plan, do you?

You've probably already spread
your legs for him. Have you?

Let go of me. Let go of me. Let go of me!

Come on, let's go. Hit me again.

Hit me again.

-Lord...
-What are you doing?

What is it?

No, no!

Stop, stop, stop! Stop it, stop it!

Stop it, Frederik!

You are crazy. You are crazy.

Kahlen and his potato boys
will get off my moor, Bondo.

He is going away.

It's this way.
There's plenty of food in there.

-What's going on?
-I think I was dreaming.

Stay here.

Easy, easy. Steady.

Go inside and lock the doors.

Yes...

-Pure average. It wasn't the wolves.
-They must have smelled the blood.

What is happening? Half of our animals
are dead. Who did it?

Peter?

Peter!

-Peter.
-Vera!

Vera!

What kind of horse are you riding?

You have killed two innocent civilians.

I hope you have strong evidence
for such a preposterous claim.

-But I am only a country judge.
-They were under the protection of the king.

I think you have been visited by
by highwaymen.

Several of my farms have been affected.

Once they've got the blood in their teeth
they come again and again.

-And they come again.
-Stay away from the moor.

Is that understood?

Chaos, Louis. You can plan
as crazy as you want.

Life is chaos. Why is it
so hard for you to accept?

Can I have a glass of water, please?

Sure you can.
The well is just outside.

-What?
-Ann Barbara.

We would like to be left alone.

Of course we do.

-I thought she was your housekeeper.
-She is.

You should not have come.

I know who
who killed the colonists.

Major Preisler and his friend Rømer
came to the estate with four men in chains.

They must have taken them from the prison.

-Are they still on the estate?
-No.

They don't stop here. Is there
somewhere else they could be?

Where they can hide?

Frederik's hunting lodge.

-What are you going to do?
-You'd better go back, now.

Let's go.

See you.

I know who killed Peter
and Vera. And I know where they are.

We would never have come here if we had known
that you were at war with a landowner.

-You should have said that.
-It's the king's land.

The law is on our side.

The attackers are coming back.
Do you understand? We must stop them.

Have any of you been in the army?

None of us will lift a finger
until you send the devil girl away.

-She has nothing to do with this.
-We don't want to hear it, Kahlen!

We said she was bad luck.
Now two of our people are dead.

Send her away, or we leave.

And then you can forget about your colony.

What are you saying?

We can't just send her away.
She is our child.

-Then let them go.
-Stop.

I have no choice.

Yes, you do.

But everything must follow
Ludvig Kahlen's grand plan.

You just want your title of nobility
so you can mix with the good people.

What do you want me to do?

I have no choice.

There is a convent in Odense
where they take in homeless children.

She gets food and a bed,
but she has to work for food.

You will be happy where you are going.

There are many other children there.

So...

Yes...

You will have a good life.

You have learned to read.
You know all about how to take care of animals.

Now you must be strong.

So... - Go!

Bettefar! Bettefar!

How long are we going to stay
in this dump?

Until the work is done.

Twelve years in the penitentiary.
And he calls this "kyffe"?

I go inside and rest. We will ride
in an hour. Get your weapons ready.

What the hell is going on?

The Germans attacked us.
I was the only one who escaped.

Those damn potato farmers!

Everything was done with military precision.
Led by Kahlen.

And you are standing here drinking! You should have
stop and fight, you coward!

Give me new men,
and I'll fix him for good.

-Then do it! What are you waiting for?
-Did you see who killed Rømer?

Kahlen.

So he murdered a Danish officer
in cold blood and we have a witness.

The Germans told us what happened.
And where you were tonight.

Did you collect money for the church?

They also said
that you...sent away Anmai Mus.

-Where is Ann Barbara?
-There was a letter.

Not coming back

If you can prove
that Kahlen has killed an officer...

We can.
Major Preisler saw it with his own eyes.

-We want to help you, Schinkel.
-de Schinkel.

No landowner wants
Kahlen to build his colony.

But there is one thing
that we all wonder about.

It is the distribution of revenues
that you propose.

It is my land, my heath. It is
only fair that I get most of it.

It's not your land, Schinkel.

-You know that very well.
-de Schinkel.

And if things go well
you can have a tenth like the rest of us.

You sit and insult me
in my own home.

You can forget it. Forget it!

Herr de Schinkel accepts your terms.

He just needs to sleep on it.
But we have a deal.

For fuck's sake.

He has killed an officer. An officer.

In addition, he has managed to unite
Midtjylland's most powerful landowners.

Men who normally hate each other
like the plague. In a united front.

Against us! I'm not taking the case for
him. I sure as hell won't.

We agreed that Kahlen
would not be up to the task.

Maybe we should investigate
what has happened.

His Majesty was impressed
by how far Kahlen had come.

His Majesty doesn't know anything
about who Kahlen is, you idiot.

He is drunk around the clock.

He doesn't care who
who's on the moor, as long as it's someone.

If we say yes to the landlords'
proposal, we condemn Kahlen.

Without a trial,
without hearing his side of the story.

You still haven't understood it.

When the king asks
nothing has changed.

The colony is still under construction.
Everything is going according to plan.

We cannot condemn a man
who never existed.

You are staying illegally
on the land of Frederik de Schinkel!

You must leave the area immediately
and report to the Hald estate.

-You have until tonight to pack.
-Preisler!

Get out of here!
The colony is under the King's protection.

Not anymore. The land now belongs to
Mr. de Schinkel and his partner.

The deed is signed and
sealed by the King's Chamber of Commerce.

In the name of God, enough is enough!

-I must ask you to leave the camp.
-Don't interfere, Eklund. Go home.

You have no authority whatsoever
authority here, Preisler.

You are employed by a private landowner.

What do you think the authorities will say
when they hear that you are a murderer?

Anton, don't.

That you rode in with a bunch of criminals
and murdered innocent people.

Shut up, Anton. Go home.

The interest chamber may not believe
in a bunch of German farmers

-but I am a man of God
and I guarantee you...

Stop it!

de Schinkel has taken over
King's House. Out of the way.

They have arrested Louis Kahlen.
de Schinkel has taken over Kungenshus.

Open the door! Let me out!

Don't go out to him, miss.
It only makes it worse for him.

It's crazy that this is where
we have ended up, Louis.

It's completely unnecessary.

Say it's my land,
that it has always been my land

-and I will let you live.

I promise you that.

It's the king's land.

Tell them
that they can start boiling the water.

-Lise.
-Have you got rent here again?

The gentleman has asked for a
a glass of liqueur. Will you arrange it?

What are you doing here?

Let it cool down a bit.

Lord, Miss Edel wishes
to see you in your chamber.

Now she wants to see me
in my chamber.

No, thank you. I will stay here.

Miss said she wants to negotiate
the terms of an engagement.

You marry me and I will spare
Kahlen's life. Is that how it is?

Yes, it is.

That is my only condition.

You are a deceitful goose and one cannot
can't trust a word out of your mouth...

-but if you show me here and now
that you mean what you say

-then I promise to let him out.
and the court will decide his fate.

Show you?

Now stop it.
You know very well what I mean.

Just there on the floor?

Or should we take the bed?

We can do whatever you want.
We can also do both.

I seem to have had
a glass of wine too much.

Phew...!

Ann Barbara?

You can't be in here.

Get out! - Guard!

You will be hanged for this, you sow!

No, no, don't...!

It's for John.

-The lord of the manor is dead!
-Ann Barbara has killed him!

Sorry it took so long.

I had to explain to the interest rate chamber
how everything was connected.

The Germans have gone, Louis.

Miss Edel has gone home
to her family in Norway.

You can keep Kungenshus.
But heaven knows

-if they ever send for
for new colonists.

Ann Barbara?

We don't see her again.

She is in Aalborg for life.

No visits. No chance to get out.

Have you changed the water?
Then go in and change the water!

I need a strong worker
in the house.

Someone who is good with animals and has learned to
how to write numbers in a surveyor's book.

You don't know
where I can find one of those, do you?

I should not have sent you away.

I promise never to let you down again.

I promise to always take care of you.

-When is she coming back?
-She's not coming back.

She is happy where she is now.

I think she lives on the beach
in a little house by the water

-as she has always said.

If Gudbings is in heaven
and the Germans are gone

-only you and I will be left,
bettefar.

But the two of us are on our own. What?

41. 18.

16.

I don't think it will rain anyway.
We can let the goats out on the grass.

Hey, guys. Do you need your windows fixed
or have something replaced?

No, we don't. We don't need anything.

What about knives that need sharpening?

We need five new windows and have
a box of knives to be sharpened...

-and the barn must be sealed for the winter
and the well needs new stones.

-She's a qvant dill, isn't she?
-Stop!

-And you are a quant bings.
-Are you a gypsy?

Anmai Mus?

Yes, further down. Yes, further down.

Yes, move your fingers. Yes, yes.

Ludvig von Kahlen, we have the honor...
to give you this official decree on...

-that you, as agreed with the Chamber of Interests.
be granted the title of county baron

-with associated land use rights
and 20 years of tax exemption.

Your apanage will take effect
when the colony is completed.

-Yes, it is 2,000 riksdaler annually.
-The colony?

Yes, it is. We are sending out
for 400 colonists this spring.

They will be busy enough.

Can we congratulate you, von Kahlen?

This is a huge achievement.

I finally got them sent off.
I have never seen two grown men....

-be so engrossed
by a potato plant. Snaps!

-How are the hemorrhoids doing?
-I don't talk about them anymore.

People still don't understand the pain
that I go through.

You have received another rejection
to have Ann Barbara's sentence shortened.

Unfortunately, I have more bad news.

The female prisoners in Aalborg will be
to the Slaveriet in Copenhagen.

Ann Barbara too.

You know as well as I do
what slavery means.

Those poor people don't live long.

I am sorry
that I had to tell you this.

Can I have the bottle for the return journey?

Things rarely turn out the way we
imagined them, Louis.

Thanks for everything, bettefar.

Ludvig Kahlen left the moor in 1763

His noble title was annulled