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- I hear you're writing your memoirs.
- What happened?

- Svend Damm. I can't come on Friday.
- Why not?

He's wanted.
I have to shop for him.

- Get him out of there.
- I'm sorry about last year.

I didn't count on falling in love.

It's for the baggage room at
Hirtshals station. Your 50,000 is there.

- There's a new guest.
- Is the room satisfactory?

Lovely.

I missed you.

Has a German lieutenant
looked after your hotel?

- The Germans are blocking the beach.
- Contact the lieutenant.

- I can't call him.
- Come on, Amanda. Give him a call.

We can live with that.

- Can't we, Amanda?
- Yes. Sure.

- Right, Ditmar?
- I suppose.

- The guests will be pleased.
- If they look the other way.

- Don't be so surly.
- I'm not surly.

Yes, you are.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- They moved the barrier.
- Really?

- How far?
- Almost 30 metres.

- At least 50.
- So they won't breathe down our necks?

- No.
- Good. I told you so, Amanda.

Talking to the lieutenant would help.

- He's stopping by today.
- The lieutenant? Why?

- I don't know.
- Thanks would be in order.

Should we thank him
for putting barbed wire on the beach?

He's like that every time
he takes Wilhelm to Frijsenholm.

His mood needs lifting.

- Did they move it?
- Yes, far down the beach.

I told you so, Edith.
They do what the lieutenant says.

There's the post.
I forgot to say -

- that Mr. Aurland's secretary
won't be needing Room 12.

Will she be staying with Mr. Aurland?

No. No, what made you think so?
She's not coming. She's ill.

- She didn't want us to catch it.
- Naturally.

It's not the first time.
She has weak glands.

- Is that Helene's problem?
- Weak glands?

No, a cold.
Wasn't she to come last Friday?

Yes, yes.
She's on her way.

How are your memoirs coming along?
Getting any writing done?

Yes, indeed.
I'm taking a short break.

I'm waiting for Helene,
so she can take care of our boys.

A package for you, Mr. Weyse.
From home.

From home? Oh right!
It must be my scrapbooks.

Why did Helene send them?
She's on her way.

It looks very heavy.
Any news about the beach?

- Yes. They moved the fence.
- That's good news!

Why didn't she say so at once?

Yes?

- Have you heard the good news?
- That you'll tell us all about Jelling?

No. Professor Dyggve
has sworn me to silence.

Professor?
I thought he was an architect.

Yes, but we call him Professor.
They moved the fence.

- That's good.
- Would you like to go for a walk?

- But I just saw you go for a walk.
- Did you?

Yes, as chance would have it.

Don't get any ideas. You seemed to be
heading for Hotel View. It puzzled me.

It was a mistake.
I was stopped and had to turn around.

- I have no sense of direction.
- Isn't that a drawback in your field?

You have no idea.
I once got lost in a pyramid in Egypt.

It took me a week to find my way out.
How's it going with the chemistry book?

- I'm done.
- Had enough?

- I'm done with the book.
- Why study chemistry in the summer?

I'm taking evening classes.
I want to study medicine -

- so I'm doing chemistry on the side.
Happy now?

- Let's celebrate by going for a dip.
- Sorry, my mother and I are going out.

Aren't you too old
to be hanging by her apron strings?

Hello, Mrs. Frigh.
I was just talking to your daughter.

I can see that you're going down
for breakfast. Enjoy your meal.

Why didn't you want to go swimming
with him? He seems nice.

- Did you tell him about your classes?
- Yes, and I regret it.

- Have you heard the good news?
- The Germans moved the barrier.

- That's wonderful.
- Yes.

Mr. Madsen? Your office in Copenhagen
is on the line.

I told them to talk to Molin.
I'm on vacation. I'll take it upstairs.

- When is the driver coming?
- I haven't called him.

Aren't we leaving after breakfast?
Mom? Wasn't that the plan?

I'm in doubt, Bertha.

What do you mean?
In doubt about what?

- If it's the right thing to do.
- How can you be in doubt?

I just want to forget it.

A man in jail conned you
out of 50,000.

- Why didn't you tell the police?
- I tried to explain it to you.

I was taken unawares. I thought
he was my neighbour, and it was... him.

I'd rather we didn't talk about it now.

I'm calling the driver
and reporting him.

Bertha, sit down.
Sit down!

You're not going anywhere.
This last year has been bad enough.

- A public scandal is all I need.
- Even if it gets you your money back?

- So you can save the factory?
- I won't discuss it.

We'll have to save the factory
by cutting costs.

Good morning.

We heard they moved the barrier.
It's wonderful.

- Yes, but it's still there.
- Amanda said it was moved a fair bit.

I'm not swimming
as long as the Germans are there.

- You never swim, Olga.
- And certainly not now.

It's true. The Germans moved
the barrier and put up barbed wire.

- I hope they stick to their side.
- We got a letter from Peter, Grandpa.

- Have we indeed?
- And there's more.

- Can I tell him?
- Then Grandpa should sit down.

- Alright. What is it, Emma?
- Peter will have a little brother.

- Or a little sister.
- Will he really?

Well, what do you know.

But how can... Fie and Morten...

... send a letter from England?

That's what's so strange.
The postmark is from Denmark.

- Someone must've brought it for them.
- Yes, they must have.

- What a long conversation.
- I can't find Molin.

- Isn't he home?
- No.

Our new building doesn't have banisters,
and people have moved in.

They're afraid of falling
and keep phoning us.

I'm sick and tired of not being able
to get the most basic materials.

Do we have to build for the Germans
to get them?

No, Georg.
We don't.

No. Molin promised to deal with it.
Where the hell is he?

- Visiting his wife in Stockholm?
- No, he'd have told me.

- I'll try the accountant.
- Aren't we going for a walk?

Come in.

- Merchant Madsen is off the line.
- Book a call to my wife.

Will do.

- Yes?
- Edward Weyse. To whom am I speaking?

- It's me!
- Edward! How nice.

- How are things?
- Put Helene on.

She's making a souffl�.
We don't want it to collapse.

Now that I've got you,
where do you hide your smokes?

I found one in your robe.
Here she comes. It's your husband.

- Hello?
- What is going on?

- He's using my name.
- He can't use his own. He's on the run.

- He's wearing my robe.
- He found it in the bedroom.

- What's he doing in our bedroom?
- Nothing. Did you get the package?

Yes, and your letter. What do you mean
that you're not coming tomorrow?

Something's happened.
I didn't dare put it in the letter.

He can't stay at the Agerskov's.
They were arrested. This is serious!

They might be sent to Germany!

And what about me, Helene?

They want the book this summer.
Doesn't it matter?

Of course it does!
There's another place I can try.

- I'll figure it out.
- You hide cigars in the bookcase!

What did he say?

He's glad he can stay here.
How are the boys?

Playing with Germans
because their mother isn't here.

- Now you've talked to Mom.
- So let's go swimming.

Yes, that's the ticket.
Let's go swimming.

You're going through the books.
Have you found the money?

I thought not.
And you still won't tell the police?

Fine. Let's go to Hirtshals
and get that bag.

- Absolutely not.
- Then why take the baggage ticket?

- I told you I don't know.
- He might be right.

"Maybe my 50,000 is there
and my factory is saved."

- Let's go and look.
- No!

What's the harm?
It's there or it isn't.

The bus to Hirtshals leaves
from the crossroads in 20 minutes.

We can make it.
Come on, Mom.

If there's money in the bag,
it's yours.

Mrs. Berggren!

Lieutenant.

I've been to the beach.
I hope you like the new placement.

Thanks. It's great.

I met Mr. Weyse and his sons.
They looked pleased.

All our guests are grateful
for your help.

We have to cooperate, Mrs. Berggren.

But I do have a small request.

The young soldiers there.
It's lonely being so far from home.

No one is keeping them there.

It's hard not to worry about those
at home because of the bombing.

A little distraction could
take their minds off things.

Do you want me to ask Mr. Weyse
to entertain them again? I can't.

I wouldn't ask you to.

Perhaps they could come by
once a week -

- and have hot chocolate
and a piece of cake.

As you can see,
our dining room isn't very big -

- and it's at the disposal
of our guests all day.

How about outside?
Could that be arranged?

Some tables and chairs.

They wouldn't disturb the guests
and they would be so pleased.

- Otilia can serve them.
- Why only me?

- You understand German.
- We're not talking to them.

- We have to understand their orders.
- They all get the same thing.

It looks very nice.

I hope it rains,
so they won't come.

- Is Mrs. Fjelds� still leaving?
- Has she said so?

- Leaving?
- Yes.

- It's only a few hours once a week.
- But the Germans will be right outside.

We can use the back door
and go for a walk.

We can't walk south on the beach
and have to use the back door!

It's the policy of cooperation. One
bitter pill after another to swallow.

It's one too many pills
as far as I'm concerned.

- Are they already here?
- Not until 3 p.m.

We'll serve coffee for the guests
who stay in their rooms -

- and some extra goodies
on the house.

- Did you hear that?
- Yes, I'm not deaf.

- What extra goodies?
- Three kinds of cake and a liqueur.

- That sounds lovely.
- It won't make me stay.

No, but you won't leave
until after you've had coffee.

I was sorry to hear
about your secretary.

Yes. She's takes the danger
of infecting others very seriously.

That's wise.

My offer still stands
if you need help.

That's very kind,
but I imagine my secretary will recover.

Yes. Let's hope so.

Yes, we all feel that way,
but they won't be here till 3 p.m.

- Who?
- The Germans.

Did you tell the boys
to stay out of the forecourt?

The boys? Oh. They're visiting
the little girl at Mrs. Andersen's.

The Germans are the least
of my problems.

- What's wrong?
- Everything.

Everything.

Come with me for a minute.

Please.

May I ask you a personal question?

Yes. Go ahead.

Let's say that an acquaintance of yours
suddenly moves into your flat -

- without telling you.

- Without telling me?
- Yes.

Under the pretext that he and the
authorities are at odds about something.

And what's more, suddenly
this person runs around in your robe -

- rifles through your things and smokes
your cigars. Here comes the question:

Would you say
that it would not be amiss -

- to make a call to the police
and give them a little tip -

- about this person's whereabouts?

Yes, perhaps.
What are you talking about, Edward?

Helene is hiding the scene painter
in our flat -

- because he's on the run
from the police.

She tried to get somewhere else
for him, but to no avail.

She tried again,
but that didn't work out either.

- Why is he on the run?
- He seems to be a communist.

- A communist?
- Yes, something like that.

- I didn't expect that of Helene.
- My thoughts exactly.

What's happening to the communists
is scandalous.

Not that I agree with their politics -

- but their party is legal, and they're
hunted down because the Germans say so.

The police were subservient enough
to arrest twice as many as requested.

Even democratically elected members
of parliament.

I think you should be very proud
of Helene.

- Proud?
- Yes. I honestly think so.

Then I will be. I'll call
and tell Gyldendal Publishers that.

- Aren't we going swimming?
- Did you get hold of Molin? Try Sweden.

There's a portrait of Alma here.
It sounds like he's there.

He told me about that old article
a month ago.

Did he tell you that he's
Alma's manager? It says so here.

- There's a good photo of both of them.
- Let me see that.

What's this new look?
He looks like a dandy.

- He's in showbiz now.
- That's not what I'm paying for.

- I'll call him now.
- No, let's go for a swim first.

Goodness! I just noticed who wrote
the article. Fanny Fjord.

She's Weyse's ex-wife.
I have to show him this.

Aren't we going for a swim?

It says so right there.
It's a nice portrait of Alma Molin.

- How nice for her.
- Are you in contact?

- With Molin?
- No, Fanny.

- Not since we divorced.
- Was she before or after Bette?

- After, as far as I remember.
- Right. Bette, Fanny, Sibylle, Helene.

- Four in a row. Bravo, Mrs. Madsen.
- What are you up to?

Due to popular demand,
I'm writing my memoirs.

- How exciting!
- It's insufferable.

- I'm sure they'll be super.
- Thank you.

I won't bother you.
Keep the magazine.

No need!

May I sweeten your day
with coffee and cake?

Yes. I'm told we're being bribed
to put up with the Germans.

It already worked.
Mrs. Fjelds� is staying after all.

- Did it go well at Frijsenholm?
- Why do you ask?

- You seem a bit...
- What?

Nothing. Nothing.

I just found an article
by my stepfather.

- Isn't calling him that taboo?
- You're right. My mother's husband.

The Nazi residing on my property.

What did he write this time?

He fervently encourages young people -

- to volunteer to fight
against Bolshevism.

He has the gall to call it
the Danish Legion!

When will my mother realise
that she married a...

- Traitor.
- Precisely.

She'll figure it out. In the meantime,
let me present the cakes.

From left to right: Choux buns with
strawberries and a chocolate glaze -

- rolled wafers with raspberry cream
and happy little cinnamon macaroons.

- Down there.
- I'm not sure it's a good idea.

It is.

He said some suspicious types
were keeping an eye out.

It seems very quiet.

- Are you picking something up?
- Mom?

- The ticket.
- Right.

- What does it look like?
- It's a bag.

There are many bags.
What colour?

I think it's black.

Here.

It's not black.
Are you sure it's yours?

Yes. I misremembered. You can see
that it has the correct number

- That'll be 2.85 kroner.
- Mom? Money?

Yes.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- They're coming this way.
- I say! Is that you, Mrs. Frigh?

Are you picking up baggage in Hirtshals?

Yes. Yes, we...

My mother's aunt lives here.
She had to go to Copenhagen.

She left before we arrived,
so she sent the baggage ticket.

She wanted my mother to have
some embroidered tablecloths.

- Embroidered tablecloths?
- Yes. They're heirlooms.

My wife loves embroidery.
Could I possibly...?

They're very carefully folded,
so I'd rather not disturb them.

I understand.
Where are you ladies off to?

- Back to the hotel.
- That lovely little place.

May I drive you?
I'm on my way to the Skaw.

Please.
If it's not too much trouble.

Not at all.
Let me carry that.

Those tablecloths are very heavy.

- They're here.
- How many?

- Seven so far.
- Then all of us aren't needed.

Stop it, Edith.
We agreed we'd all do it.

- They're only seven.
- Come on now.

They seem harmless and well-mannered.

It's only two hours, Amanda.

Thanks very much.

Comrades.
Have you started without me?

- Why did you come that way?
- A little barbed wire can't stop me.

Nice girls.
Have you asked what their names are?

Stop, Botho.

I'll take the one in glasses.
No, this one.

When do you get off work, miss?

- He's asking when you get off.
- Tell him to let go.

Come here. I won't let you go
until you tell me your name.

Stop that immediately!

If you don't behave yourselves,
you won't be served.

- Is that understood?
- Of course.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

- Look at Severin.
- Can we feed the pigs?

Yes, go ahead.
But not too much.

- I'll show them how to do it.
- Thank you for the hot chocolate.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Imagine that that self-centred actor
could have such polite kids.

Don't be silly.

The letter from Fie and Morten
made me very happy.

I wish we knew
who had posted it in Denmark.

Then we could call them
and find out more.

- But unfortunately, we don't know.
- I know.

Therese, you were right. Molin is
in Stockholm. I talked to the maid.

"The Molins will return this evening."

I said that he should call me
no matter how late he gets in.

- What the hell? Are they still here?
- I'll close it.

It's the young man from the beach.
The young soldier.

What's he singing about?

About looking at the stars
and thinking of home.

Clearly one misses those at home.

Then you'll be glad to know
that a letter has arrived.

For me?

There's no return address.

Then it's from my mother.

- Your mother?
- She forgets to write her address.

I read it.
It's not from your mother.

It's from a woman you as a German
soldier shouldn't be in contact with.

- She's half Jewish.
- Why the hell is he yelling?

Do you know what we do
with letters like this?

What's going on?

Forget her.
She's no longer in your life.

She doesn't exist anymore.
Is that clear?

- Yes, sergeant.
- Move out!

- What was with the letter?
- It was from his girlfriend.

She's half Jewish,
so they can't correspond.

- That can't be the only reason.
- It is, Georg. That's Germany for you.

The officer kept gabbing
about the tablecloths.

- Do you think he was suspicious?
- No.

- Let's take a look, Mom.
- I daren't.

You do it.

- Is it full of money?
- No.

I knew it! I knew it!

It's full of rationing coupons.

Coupons for sugar, coffee,
soap -

- paraffin, butter, cigarette paper.

This is insane.
I don't know if it's all worth 50,000.

But it's a fortune on the black market.

Either it's stolen goods
or he stole it himself.

We should never have gone there.
We should have done as I said.

- And forgotten the whole thing.
- We'll go to the Skaw.

And you'll tell the police
who they have in jail.

I don't know about that.
I don't want that lying around.

What don't you know? You are
going to tell the police, aren't you?

Stop pressuring me.
I need to think about it.

Terrific. Emil H�yer is still
leading you by the nose.

- It has nothing to do with him.
- Then I don't get it.

Bertha, come here please.

You're still in school,
so you might know.

We can't remember the name
of Gorm the Old's wife.

You're the one who can't remember.
I don't care.

- Isn't it Thyra? Thyra Dannebod?
- Yes! That's it!

How can you get excited
about what happened in the Iron Age?

I doubt it was
in the Iron Age, Olga.

Here's our expert.
May we ask you a question?

Is Gorm the Old from the Iron Age?

- It depends on who you're asking.
- We're asking you.

- My sister thinks he is.
- Any many would agree.

I told you so, Lydia.

- We missed you today.
- Who's 'we'?

I missed you and our nice talks
and cocktails.

- I'm working.
- Sorry.

Severin and Leander want
to spend the night at my father's.

- They have fun playing with Emma.
- So they're leaving me too.

Yes. Why not?

- Yes?
- I don't understand. Is it alright?

- Yes. By all means.
- They'll be glad.

Marvellous.

- Have you read about Harald Bergstedt?
- No.

He wrote three articles praising
the German's Eastern campaign -

- and compares Hitler to Martin Luther.

You wouldn't think the same man
wrote a song about a lark's nest.

No. These days
more and more people lose their way.

That's true.

We haven't seen your wife here
for a long time.

I know.

- Is she very busy?
- We don't live together anymore.

- I see. I had no idea.
- She lives in Frijsenholm.

And I prefer Copenhagen
when I'm not here.

- And your son?
- Wilhelm?

- He lives with both of us alternately.
- As long as you can agree on something.

My mother's husband is a Nazi.
That complicates things a great deal.

Can we sleep in the hayloft, Grandpa?

- That's alright, isn't it?
- But don't bother the pixie.

- Is there a pixie?
- Yes.

If you bother him,
he'll tickle your ears.

- I don't believe you.
- Me neither.

- Then let's take a look.
- Yay!

Peter Andreas, could it be Morten
who sent us the letter?

- He came last year without telling us.
- Don't count on it, Molly.

Yes.
There. We won again.

- You played your ace too soon.
- Did I?

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine. We'll beat them next time.

Where did you and Bertha go today?

- We just went for a bus ride.
- Where to?

- A little trip to Hirtshals.
- Whatever for?

We heard it was a charming town.

Children lose interest quickly. Enjoy
your daughter's company while you can.

But Hirtshals of all places?
It's your turn to shuffle.

- Where is Weyse?
- Upstairs. Working.

- Still?
- He's writing his memoirs, Georg.

- Really?
- But on his vacation?

If this is where he feels inspired...

No. I'll regret it.
It would be the dumbest thing to do.

Yes, she's a competent writer -

- but to actually get her involved...
No, no.

What would Helene say
if I ask Fanny...?

Well, she has it coming.
But I'd just talk to her about the book.

That's all. She's nice.
And yet...

We haven't spoken for 15 years.
She might have changed.

Yes. No, no, no. Yes, yes, yes.
No, it's a terrible idea.

Let's forget it. It's forgotten.
Never go back to an ex-wife.

There's always unfinished business.

Hello, little Fanny.

Yes, it's Edward.

- A penny for your thoughts.
- No. Are you finished?

- We're taking a break. Coming?
- I'll leave the guests alone.

Nonsense.
It would be nice.

- Is everything in order?
- Yes. What do you mean?

You don't spend time with the maids
or with the guests.

- Are you often alone?
- Not at all, Mom.

Not in the least.

I'd better go back
before Mrs. Fjelds� gets impatient.

She's doing very well. She forgot
all about the Germans visiting.

Good evening.
Am I interrupting something?

No.
Come in, lieutenant.

I have a message. The soldiers were very
grateful for your hospitality today.

I hope it was alright
with you and your guests.

- It went well.
- Did they behave?

Yes.
One of them sang very beautifully.

That'll be young Stefan Berger.

He's a cantor back home in Bremen.
You can't stop him from singing.

Thank you again, Mrs. Berggren.

We are grateful for your help
on the beach.

I hope to be of more service.

I'm being transferred to the Eastern
front, but I've requested to stay.

- I hope you succeed.
- So do I.

- Then I can plead your cause.
- That's not the only reason.

I won't disturb you any longer.

Won't you have a cup of coffee?
You've come all this way.

I don't think it would benefit your
reputation if we have coffee together.

But thanks for offering.

Good evening, lieutenant.

Good evening.

Alright then.
I'll call the same time tomorrow.

- Just a minute. Good evening.
- I thought you were finished.

- That's alright.
- I wanted to give you this.

- 'Prehistoric Denmark'.
- It was on the bookshelf. Read it.

You might learn some archaeology.

Gorm the Old is from the Viking Age.
Not the Iron Age.

We have bad experiences with people
pretending to be someone else.

So either you explain yourself
or I'll tell everyone -

- that you're lying.

It's the young lady I told you about.
We have a problem.

- Someone wants to say hello.
- To me?

- Hello?
- Bertha?

Who is this?

You might not remember me. You played
with my kids and a boy named Leif.

Mr. Kokholm?
Is that you?

Yes, it is.
So you've met Mr. Villumsen.

It begs belief, but he's the smartest
they could find in Copenhagen.

We asked him to find out
what's going on at Hotel View.

- I hope you'll keep it under your hat.
- Of course.

- Nice talking to you again, Bertha.
- You too.

- Do you want to talk to Villumsen?
- No, I've had enough of him.

- Goodbye, Bertha.
- Goodbye.

This is fantastic.
Now we don't have any secrets.

Keep the book. You'll need it
the next time you talk to Mrs. Plough.

That fool Villumsen has been exposed.

- How many know?
- Only Bertha Frigh.

- We can trust her.
- Any news from there?

The Germans are building.
Machines and workers are arriving.

Could it be shore batteries?
They already have radar in the Skaw.

Perhaps you should see for yourself.

I'm not sure about Villumsen.

We'll give him another chance.

Alright.

I'm sorry if I was a bit distracted.

- We'll make up for it. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- What are you doing here?
- There's a fire escape by your window.

- Then climb back down it.
- You're angry with me.

Is it because of the bag?
I'm glad you picked it up.

- Was someone watching?
- You bet!

But you got away with it.

Aren't you clever!

I'm taking it to the police tomorrow.
I don't want your stolen goods.

I didn't steal them.
It's rather an odd story.

It's the truth.
All of a sudden I had the bag.

I didn't know if they were coming back,
so I handed it in.

- Why not to the police?
- I planned to, but...

Then I remembered you.

Now I could pay you back. I'm
negotiating with the people who want it.

I don't want their money.
If you don't go to the police, I will.

Wouldn't it look suspicious?

You took the ticket
and picked up the bag.

If it can stay here for a while,
everything will work out. I promise.

You have no idea how often
I've thought of last summer -

- when we were lying in your bed.

I want you to leave.
Right now.

Then I'll leave.

Georg, do you know what time it is?

I finally got hold of Molin.
I had to use strong language.

And you hate that.
What did he say?

- That he would take care of it.
- So he's coming home? Good.

He can't keep getting up to shenanigans
in that outfit. Come along.

Excuse me,
may I talk to you for a moment?

Will you do me a favour?

He wants a favour.

What?

Will you post this letter for me?
It's to my girlfriend.

I want her to know
I couldn't read her letter.

I wrote that she can write
to the hotel.

I have to know
what's happening to her.

If she's alright and still there,
or if they've...

Will you post it?

You're a good person. You are.
Thank you.

It's to his girlfriend.
You have to post it.

- I understood.
- What happens if he's found out?

- What would they do to the hotel?
- Christ, he's just a boy.

How the hell can they send him
off to war?

Are you going to post it?

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