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- Did Morten send the letter?
- From Denmark?

I just noticed who wrote the article.
Weyse's ex-wife!

- Keep the magazine.
- Hello, little Fanny.

Rationing coupons?

If it can stay,
everything will be fine.

- You're a liar!
- You met Villumsen. He's been exposed.

She doesn't exist.

- She's half Jewish.
- Will you post it?

Are you going to post it?

I came out of the bathroom,
and there was Miss Edith with a bucket.

Isn't that her job?

There's more. She had just prepared
Room 1 for the new guest.

- Do you know who it is?
- No, I don't, Lydia.

- Mr. Weyse's ex-wife.
- Which one?

- Fanny Fjord!
- Aren't we going for a walk?

Miss Edith said
that Mr. Weyse invited her.

- Mr. Weyse, there you are.
- Ladies.

- Was the water nice?
- Yes.

- Go and get dressed, boys.
- We hear a visitor is coming.

- Your former wife.
- Yes. Fanny was in the Skaw.

She's writing an article on Mrs. Betty
Nansen, who has a summer villa there.

- She wants to see the old hotel.
- Betty Nansen does?

No, Fanny.

Fanny!

I'm looking forward to meeting her.
It was before my time.

- You remember her, Olga.
- All too well.

Mediocre bridge player, but smart enough
to get out of that marriage in time.

I remember her. She was funny
and loved having coffee with us.

- It's odd after so many years.
- Perhaps they'll reminisce.

- Mr. Weyse is writing his memoirs.
- More potato?

No, we want it to taste a bit of meat.

Fanny Fjord will arrive before lunch.
Is her room ready?

It's all set according to his wishes.
It's so nice that she's coming!

- I have the mail.
- Thanks.

This is misdirected. It's for a Stefan
Berger and sent from Germany.

- Is he one of the Germans?
- But it's our address.

- I'll call and ask them.
- Do they deserve the favour?

I think it's best to be neighbourly.

- Hotel View please.
- Dad and I are driving to the Skaw.

- Would you like to come?
- I don't have time.

Don't bother her.

It's a letter for one of the Germans
with our address on it.

May I see it?

Hello.
My name is Amanda...

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'll take this.

- What going on? Mom? What?
- Nothing.

Georg, tell her.

A soldier asked your father
to post a letter for him.

- He isn't allowed to.
- His girlfriend is half Jewish.

- It's forbidden.
- Then we can't get involved.

Your mother and I saw the sergeant
yell at him and tear up her letter.

- Your father has a soft spot for him.
- The hell I do! Shut up, Therese.

You didn't think to tell me?
What if we're found out?

Do not give him the letter!
My hotel will be the one to suffer!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Is this a bad time?

No.
These are my parents.

- We met last summer.
- Right, right.

How nice
to have your parents as guests.

- We can go in here, lieutenant.
- Gladly.

I hope you aren't having problems.
With your parents.

It was nothing.
My father and I have the same temper.

We yell at each other once in a while.
You know what it's like.

Not really.

Don't children in Germany
yell at their parents?

- Not where I'm from.
- And where is that?

I doubt you know it.
A suburb of Hamburg. Blankenese.

The houses are big,
so yelling doesn't help.

My father isn't the kind of man
you contradict.

Was he the one who asked you to join
the army instead of studying geology?

- You remember what I said.
- Yes.

Don't you think
I could have chosen it myself?

It's just something I wondered about.

I had no idea
that you thought about me.

I don't.

I came to tell you
that the soldiers can't come tomorrow -

- because they're on manoeuvres.
May they come on Monday?

- They may.
- Thank you very much.

They greatly appreciate coming here,
and who can blame them?

I won't take up any more of your time.

Goodbye.

Bertha, come.
Come with me to my room!

- Aren't we going for a walk?
- Close the door.

Some of it's gone.

- Has he been here?
- It wasn't the maids.

- When?
- How should I know? When I wasn't here.

- Maybe when we were having breakfast.
- He wouldn't come in broad daylight.

- Then last night.
- When did you find out?

- Just now. I was getting my coat.
- How did he get in?

- I must have left the window open.
- Why when you knew he could come?

Do you dream of having him
in your bed again?

That will do!
I never wanted this to happen.

I'm the manager of a tobacco factory.
If this comes out...

- It's a disaster.
- Then get rid of the bag, Mom!

Hand it over to the police
and say you got it by mistake.

What is going to happen?
What is going to happen?

I'll be scandalised. Disgraced.
It's a disaster.

You already said that.
Now listen to me.

- I'm listening.
- Call Driver Larsen.

- And hand it in this afternoon.
- Alright, alright!

Or do you want to wait for the police
to turn up?

- May I clean your room now?
- Not now.

- Not now.
- Is it a bad time?

Yes.
It'll have to wait.

I'll come back later.

- Edith! Is that you?
- Yes, it's me.

- It's so nice that you're here.
- It's nice to see you again.

Edith is still here!

- You can have coffee with us again.
- Fanny doesn't have time for that.

It's not up to him.
I'll come later.

This way.

- Dad!
- We're going.

- Are these your boys?
- Yes. Severin and Leander.

- Say hello to Fanny.
- Hello. How old are you?

- I'm 11.
- I'm 9.

Go over to Emma's.
They play with the girl on the farm.

- They help out in the vegetable garden.
- They're older than I thought.

- Have you been married that long?
- Time flies. Here you are.

This is your room.
The hotel's best.

I say. Flowers and champagne.
Times have changed.

It's all for you, Fanny.
I'm so glad you popped by.

- What is it you want?
- Why don't you unpack first?

Then come to my room
and I'll tell you everything.

- Philip, do you have a minute?
- Yes.

- I'm making the herring salad.
- Here are the results.

The horses? Homing pigeons? Dogs?

- My stepfather.
- Which we don't call him.

Editor Bruun.

He encourages people to join the Danish
Legion. Philip thought it unimportant.

- I did not.
- You did.

Over 5,000 Danish youths want to join.

It's not just the editor's fault.
The same has been said on the wireless.

It's just terrible.
Can I return to my herring salad?

Yes.
Obviously it doesn't interest you.

It does.
It does!

I'll cry all the way out.

Am I the only one
who finds this insane?

It's one thing that we cooperate.
Must we also wage war with them?

I'm coming. I couldn't find my hatpin,
but it was right in front of me.

- We're going swimming.
- Not to the Skaw?

No. He's down there. The young soldier.
We can give him the letter.

- Honestly, Georg.
- Come on! Before they change guards.

- You go. I'm going to the Skaw.
- Christ, Therese!

It'd look stupid if I go alone.
We always go together. Come on!

I can do it myself.

I agree with Amanda.
This is much too dangerous.

- This is the last time.
- Alright, alright. Let's go!

- Have you settled in?
- Yes, it's lovely.

Wonderful.
Come and have a seat.

- Now tell me why I'm here.
- Right.

I'm writing my memoirs.

I'm sorry. So you are writing
your memoirs?

Yes, it's just the thing to do
while the world is going up in flames.

- What do you mean?
- There's a war on, you know.

- I don't see how that's relevant.
- Of course not.

Now you can read the passage
about our marriage to me.

- How sweet of you.
- Our marriage?

It won't be mentioned.
It's not about my private life.

It's only about my work in the theatre.

- What about films?
- Films? Only the theatre.

I was thinking of putting this photo
on the cover.

- What do you think?
- It's very you.

The title will be
'Born for the theatre'.

That's what the reviewer so aptly wrote
about my debut.

Did he write aptly
or was your debut apt?

My debut of course.
Then there are the chapters.

- You already wrote them?
- No. It's all in here.

It starts with Father and I
building a puppet theatre.

That's the first chapter. Then my first
experience of the magic of theatre.

- Chapter two.
- Precisely. Then acting school.

I was accepted at once. Then working
at the Royal Danish Theatre -

- and all the leading roles.

That sounds interesting.
You just need to start writing.

Yes, I just...
That's the thing.

I'm an actor. An artist.
Not a writer.

But you are in a way, Fanny,
with all your scribbling.

- And you do it so well.
- Do you want me to write it?

No, we'll do it together.
I'll talk and you take notes.

Then you write all my words of wisdom
down afterwards.

Naturally I'll pay you for it.

You have no idea
how impertinent you are.

Is it the money?
We can do it as a favour to a friend.

It's not the money. It's that you
think I'd want to be your secretary.

I'm at my wits' end.
Gyldendal Publishers are pressuring me.

They gave me an advance
that I can't pay back because...

It doesn't matter.
None of it matters at all.

Edward, I'm sure the book will be better
if you write it yourself.

Let this inspire you.

The publishers sent it to me.
I haven't touched it.

- May I borrow it?
- Please do. Take it.

You can sit and enjoy Poul Reumert
and your champagne.

You have to leave. I have to work.
I have a book to write.

- Nice to see you again.
- Nice to see you too.

If I'd forgotten why we divorced,
it's nice to be reminded.

- Look who's with him.
- It's that idiot.

It's that idiot.
What's he staring at?

- He's staring at us. Let's go.
- Wait a minute.

Why don't they leave? If we can't stare
at them, they can't stare at us.

- I'll send them packing.
- You couldn't hurt a fly.

- I'll do it.
- No. I'll do it.

This I want to see.
Off you go.

Here he comes.

Do you have a letter for me?

- Yes.
- Don't let my colleague see it.

Is he using the binoculars?
Yes. No, not anymore.

- Thanks very much.
- If you have more, bring them.

My husband says that
you can give us more letters.

Thanks very much.

There you are.

What did you talk about?

I said they couldn't stay
on the beach.

It took long enough.

- I had to make them understand.
- They must do as they're told.

- Is that clear? Is it?
- Yes.

We just met her.
She's a lovely person.

- Bertha remembers Fanny Fjord.
- Vaguely. I was about seven or eight.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I have lots of questions about
Gorm the Old, but you've been silenced.

I can tell you a little.
I called the National Museum and said -

- that someone here
was extremely interested.

- For you, they'll make an exception.
- Really?

Then why are they looking for him again
in an empty grave?

When Frederick VII
led the excavation in 1861 -

- they only dug into the mound. But the
architect behind the new excavation -

- believes that there's a burial chamber
below ground level.

Perhaps they're uncovering his bones
as we speak!

- It could happen.
- I can hardly wait!

I'll use my tarot cards
that foretell the future.

Time to go upstairs, Lydia.

- You sounded like an archaeologist.
- I almost feel like studying.

- Do you have your A-levels?
- No, but I could take courses.

- We could study together.
- No, I have only a year to go.

Can I talk to you for a minute?
In private.

We could go in there.

In here.

The young maid from the farm
asked me to go over there.

- And you don't know the way?
- Yes, she explained it.

She said I should bring you.
Mr. Kokholm wants to see both of us.

- Is he there now?
- She said so.

We could go after lunch.

- Thanks for lunch.
- You're welcome, Arne.

- I'll get you a cup of coffee.
- Lovely.

Morten's letter came. It was sent from
here. Molly wants to know who sent it.

She hopes that it was Morten,
but I said it wasn't possible.

Luckily, she seems to have forgotten.

I want to ask you something, Arne.
We got a letter from Morten.

It was sent from Denmark.
Do you know who sent it for him?

- Morten can't be here himself.
- No, I shouldn't think so.

That's what I've said all along.

- Let's go to the vegetable garden.
- So we aren't going to the hayloft.

- You forgot the door!
- I'll get it.

- Well, if it isn't Bertha.
- Hello, Mrs. Andersen.

You've grown!

- Yes, I suppose so.
- Come in, Villumsen.

- Hello.
- Hello. Welcome.

Let's go out to the children.

- Go ahead, Molly.
- I think you should come too.

Have a seat.

Our phone call was odd.

As you know, we've asked Villumsen
to see what's going on at Hotel View.

- Yes.
- Don't talk to others about it.

- Of course not.
- Any news from there?

They're building at full speed.
It looks like a radar to me.

- But they already have one in the Skaw.
- That's what it looks like.

We have to find out what it is.
How close did you get to it?

I couldn't cross the barbed wire.
The barrier is being patrolled.

They made me leave last night
and this morning.

- Did the Germans see you?
- Yes, sadly.

Then it's no use.

If they've have seen Villumsen,
perhaps I should try.

- Why is that so funny?
- It's not an easy thing to do.

You were easily discovered.

- Are you really up for it, Bertha?
- Excuse me, Kokholm.

Hold your tongue, Villumsen.

Let me show you
how this contraption works.

Will they find Gorm the Old?

Oh. How sad.

Yes?

- Can't you see that I'm working?
- I'm sorry. You didn't come to lunch.

Lunch?
I didn't hear a thing.

- Your guest asked us to bring a tray.
- I don't have time!

- Shall I take it away?
- You brought it.

You might as well leave it here.

Yes?

Your secretary called.
She told me to tell you -

- that she has recovered
and can come tomorrow if you wish.

Come in for a minute, Miss Otilia.

I got a letter
from my cousin in Norway.

- Really? Has your plan worked?
- Sadly, no. It was censored.

All his information on the schools
was redacted. Take a look.

This is after it's been in Nazi hands.

I'll have to tell our teachers
that my plan failed.

I can't report on the situation
in Norway. It's sad.

- Then your secretary needn't come.
- No, not really.

I promised her a visit.
I'd hate to...

- Yes, but if she's ill...
- You said she recovered.

Yes, but she seemed worried about
the identification rule in coming here.

- What might the Germans do?
- Did she say that?

- Practically.
- You're right.

It's asking too much of her.

I rather think so.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for a way to the beach.
I see there isn't one here.

One moment!
Stop!

There you are!
Liebling!

I was looking for you up there.

We're on our honeymoon,
and suddenly she disappeared.

You know I can't live without you.

We can't be apart for a second.
Isn't that right?

Say yes and smile.

Now we leave.

- They're gone.
- What are you doing here?

I wanted to warn you
about their rounds.

- What if they recognised you?
- It wasn't them.

You couldn't know that.
What would have happened then?

What would have happened
if I hadn't come -

- and they had discovered
your camera?

The kiss was completely unnecessary.

I got a call from Frijsenholm.
How could he stoop so low?

He lives on my property
and ruins my business.

- Sound the gong. We have poached eggs.
- Can't it wait?

Ditmar talked to Frijsenholm.

All the estate's employees
have joined the Danish Legion.

There's no one to harvest!

- "I thought you should know, Count."
- Now what?

I have no idea. How can I hire anyone
at such short notice?

You'd better sound the gong.

We'll talk later.

I need to put on a brave face,
so I don't ruin Mr. Aurland's dinner -

- now that he's invited me
to sit at his table.

- Is everyone seated?
- Far from it.

Good.
We have time.

Mr. Weyse! We didn't see you at lunch.
How is the book coming along?

Swimmingly.

Look.
You have company for dinner.

- So I see.
- Have you also remarried?

No, Mrs. Fjelds�.
I learned from my mistakes.

It's nice to hear
that Mrs. Fjelds� can still laugh.

- I thought that muscle had atrophied.
- It's lovely to see her.

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

While you were playing the martyr,
I had a nice talk with Edith.

She got me caught up on news here.
Quite a lot has happened.

- Alright, Mr. Aurland?
- Yes and no.

It's difficult to turn a blind eye
to the world's troubles.

But I don't want to ruin
your holiday mood.

Lecturer!
I have sad news to tell you.

- I asked my tarot cards as I said.
- I see. What was the answer?

I don't think they'll find
Gorm the Old in the South Mound.

Don't tell Mr. Dyggve.
He'll just be disappointed.

I'll spare him
that nugget of information.

- You promised to hand in the bag.
- But I didn't.

You're hoping that he will come back.

- Not at all.
- Good evening.

Good evening.

- Have you had an interesting day?
- Yes.

It's been quite eventful.

- Who was on the phone?
- Molin.

- Is he still in Stockholm?
- No, in Copenhagen.

- Did he get hold of banisters?
- No, we still can't get materials.

However, he made a suggestion.

He thought we should contact
the colonel again.

The Germans can get hold of
any material they want.

- What did you say?
- Obviously, I said no.

I'm finished with them,
as I told you before.

The boys are always at Emma's.
I heard they're spending the night.

Yes, some people on vacation
have the time for that.

Thanks. Speaking of the boys,
Edith told me a funny story.

- It should be in your memoirs.
- I'm not writing about my private life.

But this! You had
two children with another guest -

- without her husband's knowledge.
That'll spice things up.

Good evening. Bon appetit.
May I have your attention?

What's going on?

- Are you the hotel manager?
- Yes.

It looks like one of your guests
has helped Berger -

- by sending letters
bypassing the Wehrmacht.

- I doubt it.
- Berger.

Who is it?

Who is it?

It's me.

Let's go in here.

- So it was you.
- Yes, I already told you.

- Name?
- Georg Madsen. Who are you?

Kuno Sch�ndorf, sergeant.

I must inform you
that you've meddled in German affairs.

- He says...
- I understood him.

Luckily,
a colleague saw the letter.

This is a serious situation
for Mr. Berger.

The young lady in Germany
will also be dealt with.

- What do you mean?
- Silence.

What do you mean?
She's done nothing.

Silence I said!

It will be reported to the commandant
who will determine -

- what will happen to the hotel.

Berger.

- What did he say about the hotel?
- Don't breathe a word to the others.

They're on vacation!

- What's going on, Amanda?
- It's just a misunderstanding.

A letter to a soldier
was delivered here -

- and Dad handed it over on the beach
instead of at their HQ.

That's typical of Germans.

Very true, Mrs. Fjelds�.
Ordnung muss sein.

All three of them are asleep now.
Emma was first.

It takes a lot of energy
to boss the boys around.

We have company.
It's Morten.

- Is Morten here?
- He's in the parlour. Come.

Good evening.

So you are here!

I told him
that you had a feeling he was here.

I didn't know who else
would send that letter from Denmark.

- Arne told me.
- Sit down.

Tell us how all of you are doing.

I was so happy to hear that Fie
is expecting again. I hope she's well.

She is. Both she and little Peter are.
Newcastle is still very peaceful.

- How are things here?
- The Germans are at Hotel View.

- I'm sure you've heard.
- Morten is working with Arne.

- Yes, but what are you doing?
- Figuring out what they're building.

Morten has been given the job
by Churchill himself.

That's not quite true,
but the British want to know -

- where the Germans' radar is.
That would've been a big help last year.

- What happened?
- Didn't you hear?

Eleven British planes were lost
when they tried to bomb Aalborg Airport.

They lost their bearings
and were picked up on radar.

The Germans lay in wait
with their anti-aircraft guns.

One by one they were shot down.

They wouldn't have been sent
if I hadn't told them about the airport.

- It can't be your fault, Morten.
- But it mustn't happen again.

- Fanny is so funny.
- Is she still entertaining them?

She has so many stories.
All the people she's met.

You have no idea.
It's odd that Mr. Weyse isn't there.

He's working.
Who's left?

Mrs. Fjelds� and Mrs. Ploug went up.
And Mr. Aurland. Three or four are left.

You go on home, Edith.
I'll finish up here.

Who's outside?

- That's the whole point.
- I doubt he's that cunning.

He surely is.
As soon as I give up the estate -

- they'll be ordered back.

- Then give it up.
- Be serious.

- Your son inherits it.
- And yield to the Nazi?

I refuse.

I asked the agent to hire new workers.

What will Denmark look like
after all this?

Will we ever speak to each other again?

- Yes?
- You can have Poul Reumert back.

- Keep him.
- No, the book is yours.

And I wasn't serious
about the children.

- There's no need to sulk.
- I'm not sulking.

- I'm working.
- May I say something about your book?

I'd rather you didn't.

- Do you remember when we were married?
- I thought you left.

We visited your parents. You had just
been in your first film, 'Harem Night'.

Fanny, I'm...

Your father said that you should
use your talent for something else.

Is that why your book
will only be about the theatre?

You want to be recognised
on par with Reumert.

- You want to be as great as him.
- Goodnight, little Fanny.

Why write a book
only for the bourgeois -

- when you can reach
the whole country?

Your talent goes beyond the theatre,
but you're ashamed -

- that people love your films
because it isn't refined.

- Why can't you just be proud?
- I'm sure you have the answer.

It's because you're a snob, Edward,
and you always have been.

A sweet, confused snob.
Sleep well.

- It's so nice to have you back.
- It's lovely to be here. Goodnight.

- So she doesn't sleep with him.
- Did you think she did?

- You never know with Mr. Weyse.
- Goodnight.

- Good evening, Alice.
- How did you get in?

- Through the door.
- Are you insane? Who saw you?

- No one. The window is off limits.
- This hotel is off limits.

- Were you here last night?
- I have something for you.

- It's 5,000. I'll get you the rest.
- Where did you get it?

- Long story.
- Make it short.

I sold the coupons to Svend Aage.

He stole the coupons, and the men you
met at the station stole them from him.

Svend Aage will pay good money
that will be yours.

Some Svend Aage pinched
rationing coupons that those two...

- Toft and Thomsen are their names.
- Had pinched from him.

- And you pinched them from them.
- I didn't pinch anything.

- I found the bag, as I told you.
- And you're selling the coupons back.

- How do the ones at the station...
- Toft and Thomsen.

Forget the names!
How do they know you have the bag?

- Another long story.
- Shorten it.

I tried selling some coupons
and was arrested.

It was in the paper.
They guessed the rest.

What do they think
of you selling to Svend Aage?

- Svend Aage Hasselstr�m. Great man.
- Do you think they approve?

What if they turn up here?
They heard my name at the station.

- They can find me.
- Alice, you saw them. They're too dumb.

They found you.

It's terribly hard being so close to you
and wanting to touch you.

Alice.

I think about you all the time.

- Do you ever think of me?
- No.

Not even a little?

No.

If I wasn't serious,
I wouldn't have brought the money.

- How about I spend the night?
- Now that you've paid, you mean?

I don't want the money
or the bag.

Take all of it and leave.

This way.

So long, Alice. I'll be back
when it's all done and dusted.

Am I a snob? Am I, Helene?
Is that how you see me?

- No.
- Fanny told me so to my face.

- Has she helped you?
- She took me down a peg.

She thinks I'll write about the theatre
to poach on Reumert's territory.

- She thinks I should write about film.
- She's right.

How can I go forward now?
I'm stuck!

- I thought you hadn't begun.
- When are you coming?

- Others can take care of Svend.
- I've tried five places.

- Everyone is away.
- Where is he?

- In the bath.
- Why?

- He's been painting.
- Is that Edward?

- Have you told him about the paintings?
- The doorbell is ringing. Here's Svend.

- How are things, old boy?
- We miss Helene.

I understand. She's lovely. If it's
any comfort, I've filled the holes.

I beg your pardon?

The wall was bare
without your photos, so I thought...

- It's the police. They're outside.
- Then we won't open the door.

- Police! Open up!
- We have to take the backstairs.

I have to get dressed.
Goodbye, old boy. We're off.

- Put Helene on.
- I can't talk now.

Let the police have him.
You needn't run.

Don't you know that it's illegal
to hide a communist?

- They're in the courtyard too.
- The attic!

Edward, we're off. I love you.
I'll get Svend to safety -

- then I'll come.

Why is this happening?
You're not a communist! Neither am I!

Helene? Helene?

- I just wanted to...
- Yes?

I owe you...

I'm glad you came
when the Germans were there.

It'd have been bad
if they'd seen the camera.

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

I couldn't ask you at dinner
or in the parlour.

- Did you give the camera back?
- Mr. Kokholm got it before he left.

The film will be processed.
I hope I pressed the right buttons.

- I'm sure you did.
- So that's that.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I cover the waterfront

I'm watching the sea

Will the one I love
be coming back to me?

I cover the waterfront

in search of my love

And I'm covered by
a starless sky above

Well, here I'm patiently waiting

Hoping and longing
Oh, how I yearn

Where are you?
Are you forgetting...?

Mrs. Berggren?

Amanda?

If she isn't in the office,
she's upstairs.

- Upstairs?
- Yes.

- Up.
- Thank you.

Yes?

Good evening.
I'm sorry it's so late.

It's fine. Come in.

I'm sorry to ask for help again.

It's quite alright.
I talked to the commandant -

- and assured him
that it wouldn't happen again.

- You're right.
- It's forgotten.

Thank you so much.

You probably remember that my father
and I were arguing this morning.

My father has a habit of meddling
in things that are none of his business.

I understand your father.

Helping people in need is decent.

Wouldn't your party disagree?

- You keep saying 'my party'.
- Isn't it?

It's late.
I won't disturb you anymore.

Goodnight.

And the young soldier?
I hope nothing bad happens to him.

I couldn't say.

Stefan Berger has taken the matter
in his own hands.

What do you mean?

- Deserted?
- He went AWOL this afternoon.

- AWOL?
- Ran away!

- Holy shit!
- It's the girlfriend.

The sergeant said
she'd be dealt with.

A soldier who goes AWOL
is a serious matter.

Yes.

I realise that!
I had no idea this would happen.

Let's hope he makes it.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin
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