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MONOPOLY

THE TRAVELER

FOR SALE

STAUNING FORMS
NEW GOVERNMENT

Hello, Boldt.
Hello, everybody.

Well, what's on the menu today?

That looks good.
I'd better have a drink to go with it.

That's the 12:30 to Neestved.

Going home to see what the wife
made for dinner, Fatty?

There's your good friend, Red.
Bank manager Varnas and his wife.

— They're taking the train.
— No, they're collecting.

His wife's sister and the children
have been on holiday.

Boldt has his contacts in high places.

I bet you'd like some contact too,
Lauritz Jensen.

Red doesn't care about women,
only politics.

— Here we are.
— Who's this? Regitze!

— Hasn't she got too little on?
— Ulrik! Come on.

You have brought him, haven't you?

— What if he's fallen from the train?
— We've just got to find him.

Well, then look.

— He's not there.
— Is this him?

— No, it most certainly isn't.
— What are you doing with my son?

— I'm sorry, I thought
— There's Ulrik.

I locked myself in,
I locked myself in.

I forbid anyone to touch him
until he's been washed.

Yes, yes.

— Come along.
— Hans Christian

— Yes, sir?
— Two glasses of milk, please.

Two milks.

Don't touch anything, Ulrik.

— We must get him into a tub.
— Mother and Father send their love.

— Are they well?
— Father has to go to Pistian.

— The prefect's annual mud bath.
— Grandfather's got gout.

Ulrik, keep your hands still.
Can't you hold him, Elisabeth?

— And Regitze hasn't had a cold?
— No, we've avoided all dangers.

We've returned from Funen alive.

Its name is Quick.

— It's a nice dog.
— I can show you something.

Hold this. High up.
Sit, Quick, sit.

— There. What's your name?
— Daniel.

Like the guy in the lions' den.
So you can manage little Quick.

Try again. Hold it higher.
Sit, Quick.

There you are.
Just like in the lions' den, eh?

This beautiful lace will work wonders
for the blue, Miss Fernando Mohge.

— Please.
— Could I have it delivered?

But of course, Miss Mohge.

— Give my regards to your mother.
— She's 96 now.

That's the way we all go
Mind the step.

Get out of the way, boy.
And we'll send the goods.

Miss Jorgensen. Arnold must go
to Miss Fernando Mohge with this.

— Yes?
— I come from Villerod's factories.

I can show you the latest
in ready—knit cardigans.

If you want to sell something,
would you wait over there?

— Yes, madam?
— Some material for a nice dress.

— A nice dress, you say.
— Perhaps something claret. Wool.

Nice dresses are not claret this
season. Here are this year's designs.

Voile, crépe de chine.
Unless madam prefers velvet.

— It's mostly wool I need.
— I thought you said 'nice' dress.

Excuse me.
Miss Jorgensen, will you take over?

Mrs. Strom, Mrs. Mortensen.
How can I be of service?

— Isn't the owner present?
— Alas, no.

The ladies will have to do
with my humble self.

Ulrik, come here.

— What are you doing?
— Waiting.

— What's your name?
— Daniel.

Want to come and play?

What's that boy doing here?

— Your mother will scrub you again.
— Have you got a cold?

— Laura's waiting with the cocoa.
— We have to get this boy out.

— What's your name?
— His name's Daniel.

— Like the one in the lions' den.
— He hasn't got a cold.

Well, you can come back
another day.

Ulrik has to go in to drink his cocoa.

I had to tell her this was the
Ladies’ Store and to try elsewhere.

There you are. Shall we leave it
at the stocking, Mrs. Strom?

When can I see the boss?

— The boss is having lunch.
— How long will that take?

Can't say.
He also takes a nap afterwards.

You don't have to explain to
a traveler what the boss is doing.

I can't very well say he's upstairs
because he's got a young wife.

No, he's having his nap now.
Maybe in half an hour.

No, you mustn't ring any more.

Oh, here's Albert now.
Goodbye, Father.

— Albert, aren't you asleep?
— I'm waiting for you.

Just a minute.

I'm coming.

I'm going to play tennis. Remember
dinner at the Varnaes's at 6:30.

Have you been to Miss Fernando
Mohge? You've taken your time.

— I have to see to my son.
— Don't you want to see the boss?

— This man is a traveler.
— I represent Villerod's factories.

— And the mill in Herning.
— Sorry, sir.

Miss Jorgensen is trying the green
tweed suit on the consul's wife.

Why didn't you say so?
Mrs. Holm, may I help you?

— Goodbye.
— Leaving? You've waited an hour.

— Well, if you must waste your time.
— It has by no means been wasted.

— Look what I've made.
— The place cards. How pretty.

You have to use what you've got.

It's almost too romantic for the
colonel. And all that for 12 people.

— They can use them as bookmarks.
— There he is again.

The boy and that man,
from the station.

— Is Olsen's house for sale?
— Can't they wash up properly

— Yes, the saddler's dead.
— How awful. His poor wife.

And he was just re—covering
Great—grandmother's antique sofa.

There's dust everywhere.

— So what now?
— The sofa was sent to Copenhagen.

— I meant his wife.
— I think she's going to sell up.

This has to be washed again.

— Wash these again.
— Madam's idea, I guess.

Just do it. That's what you get
your 20 kroner a month for.

Plenty to do, with madam
and her views on germs.

We'll be boiling the children ne> 00:15:42,297
Don't say those things
to Miss Friis.

Miss Friis would certainly have a fit
about the keyholes. All the keyholes.

— Don't talk about that now.
— While you were on holiday

Madam wanted the keyholes cleaned
with alcohol and cotton buds.

— Just like the children's ears.
— My sister's very hygienic.

— Have your mouth cleaned.
— With alcohol and cotton buds.

In her heart Miss Friis knows
that madam is dotty.

I'll hear no more.

— Thank you.
— There's Mr. Varnas.

— Good evening. Is my brother ..?
— Yes, the manager is in.

Hello, Holmdal. See you later.

— Jorgen! When did you arrive?
— Just now. We're at the Post House.

— Everything in order, I hope?
— Well, Minna made herself at home.

— Can I offer you a drink?
— That's just what I needed.

Quite frankly, me too.
There Cheers.

— Well how's life?
— The same. What did you expect?

— I meant at home.
— So did I. Shall we have another?

Should we? Grandfather doesn't
look as if he approves.

Old Hansen.
I've always been afraid of him.

Just think, his name was Hansen.
You must never tell Minna.

Well, Varnas was the family farm.

After seven years, she still hasn't
got over being born a Von.

Cheers.

— And Maude?
— That reminds me

Maude's very well.
She's taken up painting again.

— It can't get any worse than that.
— Father? I got used to it.

When you're hung up, your ears
will probably be on your forehead.

The way they paint now. Minna
and I were at an exhibition

Say, why do you never come to town?
Copenhagen.

— Take a trip with your brother.
— To exhibitions?

That's not whatI had in mind.
Aren't you afraid of going mouldy?

— Aren't you afraid of going too fast?
— Sometimes I only sleep four hours.

That happens to me, too.
I can lie there for hours.

The difference is,
you're lying in your own bed.

— Of course.
— Hans Christian!

— Should I take this, or the pearls?
— I'd take the pearls.

— Shouldn't you draw the curtain?
— Yes. I was just looking.

He's sitting there now, the boy.
I hope he's not waiting for Ulrik.

— Why on earth should he do that?
— His father's been with the widow.

— Can't you come and help me?
— Yes.

— You'll have word tomorrow.
— Thank you.

— There are my two beautiful ladies.
— The guests will come in 20 minutes.

I got delayed at the bank.
I'll be ready on time.

Now he will mess up the bathroom.
He's just as bad as Ulrik.

Such a fuss for his own brother.

You don't have a parliamentary
candidate in the family every day.

No. Jorgen's clever, he'll do well.

Elisabeth,
what's the matter with you?

— Maude I've seen him.
— Who?

— Arne. I met him.
— Where?

One evening at the woodland
pavilion with Father and Mother.

— Did he speak to you?
— He couldn't.

— He was playing in the orchestra.
— In the pavilion?

You see? We were right,
he never amounted to anything.

— You haven't any contact with him?
— No, you needn't worry.

He's married and has two children.

Miss Elisabeth Friis. What a prize.

Mrs. Fernando Mohge is on your
other side, in case she drops dead.

Good evening.

— Allow me.
— Thank you.

We've missed you. But Funen is nice.

— Oh yes, you're from Svendborg.
— You can take me as an interpreter.

I might take you up on that.

Good evening, Madam.

— There's Father.
— We're all here once again.

Ah, Attorney. Good evening.
Madam. Albert.

Father—in—Iaw

— And here we have the local quack!
— Korsbak's own Djengis Khan.

— You asked for that one, Father.
— Good evening, Victoria.

— Say, Albert, is that modern now?
— Ijust meet the ladies' demands.

— Albert needs a trip to Paris.
— Who doesn't?

What do you say, Attorney? Paris?

— And Doctor?
— I'm dreaming of New Orleans.

— Dr. Hansen is interested in jazz.
— I thought you were musical.

There's Aunt Mohge,
I think we can start.

Aunt Mohge.

Boldt! This one needs replacing.

I have to deliver the delights
of the table to an honored guest.

— I call.
— Can you beat this herring, eh?

Can you munch mice? Eat rats?

There, Fatty, hand over your
sister's summer wages.

Your cards weren't worth a damn.
You deal, Red. Come on.

It's like an old folks' home here.
Now what? Oh, nature calls.

Careful, don't flatten Quick.

Dinner's ready, Mr. Schwann: Peas,
pork and sausages. Would you ..?

You may serve a Bavarian beer.

That's the boy from this morning.

Him and his school songs.

— Taking the train?
— We're going to Neestved.

— Home to the wife?
— We're from Jutland. My wife's dead.

— Would you like to join us?
— Thank you, I don't play cards.

Boldt, another round.

— I don't drink beer.
— I'll be damned.

I don't swear either.

But you could tell me one thing.
What's trade like in this town?

— The pig trade?
— No, I'm thinking of clothes.

We don't have much of that here.
What does your wife say, Fatty?

She buys by catalog
from Copenhagen.

What about the Ladies' Store
in the High Street?

— That's only for the posh.
— You go in, you get insulted.

Arnesen inherited the shop.
He's not much good.

He married the colonel's daughter.
Straight out of school. She's smart.

— Ah, the 7:15 is on time.
— I'm off.

— Five sandwiches and apple pie.
— And two beers and an aquavit.

— That's 3.85.
— You think she waited with the food?

Yes.
We're having cabbage with pork.

May I?

— So you don't have children either?
— My wife wants to wait.

Here's some good advice:
Children nowadays are terrible.

In Fernando's day
we used to have proper servants.

Shall we? Mrs. Arnesen, Aage.
You're a big boy now, aren't you?

— His parents are so charming.
— Aage will join his father's brokers.

— In Copenhagen?
— It'll be quiet in town then.

— He's such a merry fellow.
— And from a good family.

— If only we could run off.
— Ssh! They're not all deaf.

Why the hell why the blazes
should the Infantry have to suffer?

— Don't ask me, Colonel Hachel.
— Who else? It's your party.

Colonel Hachel, my sister would like
to toast you and your lady.

But the Navy get whatever they want,
the slackers

Although we've eaten
the fatted calf, —

— I think we should toast the
prodigal son, my brother Jorgen, —

— who prefers Copenhagen
to Korsbak.

If not all, at least we have
half of Jorgen back.

He's already an excellent
board member of the bank.

But now he's going to be the
Conservative candidate for Korsbak.

Father would have been proud.
Perhaps Grandfather even more so.

We are also proud —

— that you will dedicate
your abilities to the party, —

— to which our family
has always belonged.

We need people like you, especially
after the last, awkward, election.

Let's raise our glasses and hope that
Jorgen will get Stauning out again.

— Jorgen is certain of a ministry.
— Stauning won't last the term.

— The voters will have to see sense.
— Mother can't accept Estrup's gone.

We have Jorgen now.

It's an old town with old families.
The trade is in the hands of a few.

So's the money.
Red can make a speech on that.

— What about banks?
— There's only one.

You have to be in
with the rich old families.

— But it's 1929.
— Not in this town.

It hasn't dawned on them yet
that Stauning has been elected.

— It's that radical scum.
— What did he say?

He's explaining the Army's feelings,
Aunt Mohge. The Army!

The Army should do something
about all those thieves!

Mother daren't go out
without all herjewelry.

It's the times, Madam.
The Army is powerless.

Who is that young man?

Young Holmdal. He's an unpaid
apprentice at the bank.

— Unpaid?
— His father's a stockbroker.

Jorgen's so busy, I'm surprised
that he's got time for politics.

Sacrifices are typical of Jorgen.

— Without him, where would we be?
— Yes, where?

As prefect, my father has often
spoken to the King about this.

I have often wondered what King
Christian and Queen Alexandrine —

— are thinking in these times.

— Albert's tax will be six per cent.
— If only we could get off so lightly.

Hans Christian! Ask the maid
when she's going to bring the roast.

We've got to the dessert,
Aunt Mohge.

Mother was 96 last week.
Isn't it fantastic?

I propose a toast to my godmother,
Mrs. Fernando Mohge.

Shall we? Long live Aunt Mohge,
hip hip, hurrah!

— Why were they shouting?
— They shouted hurrah for you.

— I beg your pardon?
— For you!

— Was it enough?
— There's some left for us.

— And I swiped a cigar for you.
— What were they shouting about?

I don't understand that.
They're talking politics.

I might forgive Hans Christian
for taking our childhood home, —

— but never for taking you, Maude,
from right under our noses.

— But your wife is so charming.
— Certainly.

Seeing as it can't be otherwise.

Not only do you bloom among us,
as a perfect hostess at this table.

You give us a flower each, to remind
us that you're notjust a hostess, —

— wife and mother, but an artist too.

Ladies and gentlemen, let us rise
and say hurrah for our hostess.

Hurrah for Maude!

— But Mrs. Mohge
— Hans Christian. He is indecent.

— Misse! Let go of him!
— Keep your hands off my legs.

Heavens!

It's Regitze's hair ribbon.
How did Ulrik get under the table?

That's the train to Neestved.

May I wish you a peaceful night
after the peas, sir.

— Good night, Mr. Boldt.
— Good night.

As I said, that's the train
to Neestved. It's the last one.

I've decided to stay.
Is it possible to stay here?

Of course, but you won't get
my couch. How about a room?

I've slept sitting upright before.

Isn't that a bit hard on the boy?
I've got one the same age.

That reminds me, I'd better
We'll probably meet again.

I think we will,
after what you've told me.

Quick, come here.

We could talk more about it.

I was thinking, you and the boy
could sleep at my place tonight.

This is extremely kind of you.

I think you're a damn fine fellow.
Although you don't drink or gamble.

— Or swear.
— You have to accept that.

It's probably because you're the
opposite of a fellow I'm well rid of.

He played cards and drank,
too much.

— Does he live here all alone?
— No, the others are asleep.

We're going to sleep, too.

Good night, my son.

That's enough for tonight, Ulrik.

Good night.

I'll put a spanking into
your bank account tomorrow.

Will you ask Agnes to get
the I'hombre table ready?

The Host

I offered Jorgen
to go with him to meetings.

One should stand side by side when
meeting the voters. Right, Jorgen?

— You won't have to go alone.
— Right. Play

Jorgen thinks I haven't the strength.
I've won many riding tournaments.

Is he going on horseback? Mohge
rode too, when he bought corn.

Jorgen!
You can buy Fernando's roan!

— What for, Aunt Mohge?
— The roan is dead.

It was sold! We must be able to find
it when Jorgen's going to ride around.

— It was sold in 1895.
— It was a horse in his prime!

I'm not riding anywhere.

So why does your wife say
you're going on horseback?

I didn't say that!

If only Dr. Hansen had brought
some of his jazz records.

— What?
— Then we could have danced.

Can't you ..?
How about this one?

I think I've heard that one.
I could try.

That's it.

You can try, Misse.

Hans Christian, dancing should
take place in the dining room.

All the dust, and the air in here

— Victoria! Stop that!
— Misse! Behave yourself!

My name is Ellen.
He's awake, Mom.

Good morning, Daniel.
Breakfast will be ready in a moment.

What a surprise, eh? Your gran
usually says I never bring anything.

— You're very kind.
— We like having guests.

Katrine's seen a lot. Once
I came home with the bear leader.

With bear and all.

Bear instead of beer, for once.

My daughter's got her father's wit.

Talking of beer, Mr. Andersen—Skjern
doesn't drink beer or schnapps.

My father often got drunk.

Eat your breakfast. Afterwards,
you can show Daniel your chickens.

The brown ones are mine.
We brought them from Nykobing.

Has your father been to prison?
Mine has, but it's a secret.

— This is a good place to live.
— Maybe, but

— I don't intend to stay here forever.
— What do you intend to do?

Learn something. Daniel has to go
to town with his father, Ellen.

— Aren't we ever coming back?
— Yes, I think you will.

If we may.

Ingeborg is our only daughter.
She wanted to go into trade.

We felt domestic science school
was better.

But it was there she met that
bastard, so she had to get married.

A postal clerk with posh habits. That
slacker's cost me over 7,000 kroner.

Good heavens. Well, it's over now.

Yes, and we did get Ellen.

The pig dealer from Lower Korsbak
is parked outside the saddler's house.

— Madam will be after you.
— Olsen's only been dead for a week.

Will you get on with it!

Careful with that bowl!
And that pot is antique.

— Why are these here?
— They're madam's place cards.

That boy's sitting on the steps again.

That's nothing to daydream about.
We're busy. Madam stayed in bed.

— What'd she do without Miss Friis?
— Get up, maybe?

Mr. Schwann?

Are you still interested in seeing
the collection from Villerod, sir?

The traveler from yesterday is still
in town. Ijust saw his son.

Then we probably haven't seen
the last of him.

— Goodbye.
— Goodbye.

You can get up now, Daniel.
This is where we're going to live.