All language subtitles for Badehotellet.S10E07.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR

- Who telephoned?
- Director Konradsen.

Your diamonds, Mr. Molin.

- Is this how it ends?
- You've denied who you are many times.

- Girls can't be in love with girls.
- What if I am?

It's hard for Morten
to return to Newcastle.

Amanda Berggren, do you take
Uwe Kiessling to be your husband?

- I do.
- The hotel.

My wife said, "Why don't we buy it?"
Of course it's up to you.

Here they come.

- Lydia, sit down!
- Just a minute, Olga.

- Goodness!
- Yes, it's them.

If you must eavesdrop,
tell me what they're saying.

- They signed the contract.
- There goes my birthday next summer.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks very much.

We're very pleased with this solution.

We found a holiday home and
can run the hotel as it's always been.

What did you say?

That we loved the hotel from the start
and don't want to change a thing.

How will you run the hotel
from America?

Mrs. Madsen is asking
how we'll run the hotel from America.

That is a very good question.
What are your plans, John Henry?

I'm sure we can find good
local people to help us.

We'll find some local tenants.

- That won't be a problem.
- Would you like to see the flat?

- Would you like to see the apartment?
- The penthouse? I'm very excited.

Isn't it odd
that strangers are buying it?

Would you prefer the woman who called
Amanda a whore of the Germans?

- Mrs. Ploug says it's been signed.
- They just got back from the agent's.

Well, now our little hotel is
in American hands.

What's next? A jukebox
instead of the piano?

Nonsense.

Don't forget our lunch date.
He forgot. Weyse!

- Weyse!
- What date?

Ødegaard Andersen
is having a men's luncheon.

Is he back? Didn't he go home
to straighten things out with his wife?

- How do you know?
- I think that's what I heard.

- His wife wants a divorce.
- Really? Did it come to that?

And because of the agony column.
One can't help feeling a bit guilty.

We have no reason to.
That man is hopeless.

Yes.

It isn't very big,
but the atmosphere up here is lovely.

My daughter and I have enjoyed
living here.

- Take a look around. I'll leave you.
- Thanks very much, Mrs. Berggren.

- Penthouse...?
- I thought it was a little bigger.

- You haven't even seen it?
- No.

You bought the hotel without seeing
the place we're going to stay?

I just heard
Mrs. Berggren had an apartment.

- My closet is bigger than this.
- I know, dear.

But this is Denmark.
Look around.

- I think it's rather cosy.
- Define cosy.

- I hope there's something to celebrate.
- Otherwise she wouldn't have sold it.

Fie and Mrs. Andersen were surprised
to hear about the hotel.

- Will we be allowed to work here?
- Don't be stupid.

They won't have time
to find new help.

- No, Frida. You have your own cake.
- I'm done.

- You need some on this side.
- That looks delicious.

I told the guests
that we're having cake.

Mrs. Berggren, we are wondering
what the new owners' plans are.

To run the hotel as it's been run.
Mr. Seerup said so many times.

- Including the staff?
- Yes. I can't imagine anything else.

- Look, Mum.
- Very nice. I'd like to taste it.

It's for Mr. Aurland.
That's what Otilia said.

I just said that Mr. Aurland
could have a little piece.

Thank you.

Mr. Aurland, I suppose you've heard
that the Americans bought the hotel.

Has it been sorted?

Doesn't it bother you
that foreigners will run it?

Mr. Seerup seems very sensible.

I wouldn't be surprised if changes
were made. They always are.

A birthday party is now
out of the question.

Andersen's Seaside Hotel.
Ditmar, I was just going to ring you.

It's all taken care of.
Mr. Seerup takes over on September 1.

- What do the guests say?
- They're happy.

The estate agent will send you
the contract.

- Fine. Did you get any mail today?
- Not yet.

- Yes, it's here.
- Is there a letter from me?

- Yes. To Philip?
- I sent it to you.

The cottage doesn't always get mail.
Can one of the maids deliver it?

- But not till after lunch.
- Thanks, Amanda.

- We should leave now.
- I said I wasn't going.

Ditmar...

- Can I wear this?
- Definitely. You look wonderful.

Don't you think she'll win
first prize at the fair?

- Aunt...
- Sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.
Come with us, Ditmar.

It's so nice when we're all together.
And the whole family is expected.

- The tenant is there.
- We'll go on our own, Aunt.

- Then Ditmar can sulk.
- Don't Mitzi.

- He's always been ticklish.
- Go.

The tax authorities keep asking
for vouchers from years ago.

- Are the books out of order?
- Two years ago I was elsewhere.

- Perhaps you remember.
- I'm sorry, Ditmar.

Thank goodness Ditmar is back home
and so are you, Mitzi.

- Aren't you going?
- Yes.

Excuse me.
What time is lunch served?

- We don't understand.
- Lunch. What time?

- She's asking when they eat.
- Half past twelve.

What?

Lunch is at half past twelve.

- Could you please help me, Mrs...?
- Frigh.

- I'm asking what time lunch is.
- 12:30.

- Is it possible to get something now?
- Coffee and cookies.

Coffee and cookies? Splendid.
If you'll order that, I'll be grateful.

- Mrs. Seerup wants coffee and cookies.
- For Mr. Seerup too?

- For your husband too?
- God only knows where he is!

- I don't know why I agreed.
- You and Madsen have fun.

That's all over
now that he did this to the hotel.

Or rather, didn't.

He could easily have bought it instead
of throwing it into a stranger's arms.

- Come in.
- I just heard. The hotel is sold.

It's good it wasn't to the awful people
who slandered Mrs. Berggren.

Thank you for all your lovely opinions,
little Miss Hansen.

What?

I came to say I talked to Konradsen
about my contract.

He was very amenable.
Let me tell you.

He told me to thank you for
your courage and artistic vision.

- I beg your pardon?
- He said so.

The theatre is all abuzz
about what you've started -

- with your interpretation.

- Did he forget to take his camphor?
- He meant it.

His voice quavered with emotion.

It's such an original idea.
I just thought you should know.

All I've heard from the theatre
are complaints. What's going on?

Originality needs time to settle.

- Didn't you leave yesterday?
- Yes, just for the day.

Didn't you find what you sought?
Aren't you finished searching your soul?

- About collaborating with the Germans?
- Will we ever be finished with that?

Some were in deeper than others.

Yes. I'm sure
your conscience is always clean.

If you'll excuse me...

- How did it go?
- Come in.

What did the jeweller in Aalborg say?

What did he say?

- Are they fake?
- On the contrary.

These diamonds are
of the highest quality.

This one alone
could pay for a nice little house.

- You have a fortune.
- Yes.

- Aren't you glad?
- You're forgetting Colonel Fuchs.

He's given up.
He thought the same thing you did.

That his aide cheated him
and kept the diamonds for himself.

If he thought the diamonds were here,
wouldn't he ring you constantly?

You haven't heard from him
for days.

The diamonds are yours, Mr. Molin.
You deserve them.

Deserve isn't the right word.
And half of them are yours.

- No!
- Yes. I'd never have found them.

I don't need them.
I'm doing just fine.

I got the best contract ever
from Director Konradsen.

You can leave Sweden and come
back to Denmark and start a business.

Make a fresh start.

I can't believe the hotel is sold.

It seems like ages ago that
Morten bought it and gave it to you.

Perhaps I should've kept it.

We'd never have left and
I'd have been here when my father died -

- instead of being alone in England
while Morten was in the war.

What kept Morten at the camp?

I don't know.
Something he had to stay for.

It's a shame that
you can't say goodbye to each other.

It's a good idea to move the shipping
company home. Did you tell Morten?

I won't do it over the phone. I don't
know if suggesting it is a good idea.

Morten wants to make plans himself.
I'll take a walk down to the water.

- There you are.
- Where else? Where have you been?

Just looking around.
And there's a garden too.

Marvelous. You just discovered it
after spending a fortune.

- A small fortune.
- On an apartment that's useless.

John Henry, listen. I know
this reminds you of your poor childhood.

But I will never spend
my summer vacations here. Never.

Ellinor, dear, what will it take
to make you feel more at home?

What will it take?

- You really want to know?
- Yes, I do. Now tell me.

Welcome and cheers. Help yourselves.
It's the best Butcher Munch can offer.

- It looks delicious, doesn't it, Weyse?
- What? Sure.

- You seem a bit down.
- It's because the hotel has been sold.

- So it's settled.
- Yes, they signed this morning.

- I'm surprised you didn't buy it.
- As are the rest of us.

I can't be a hotel owner
and build over in America.

- Will you stop coming?
- No!

I will. It's an era that is over.
We might as well face it.

It was wonderful while it lasted,
but our hotel is a thing of the past.

This herring is delicious!

I'm glad your divorce didn't ruin you.

I have to find a place in Copenhagen,
so I'll have to sell something up here.

- The cottage?
- No, but it's a big property.

There's permission to build
on those two hills.

- Interested?
- A summer cottage? No thanks.

I'm not interested either.
I won't come back here again.

Of course you will! Stop being so moody.
Seerup promised nothing would change.

- Right. If you say so.
- Hey! Wait for the rest of us.

Cheers.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly, I'm off in a minute.

Molly?

Molly?

- Fie?
- Are you poorly?

I just needed to sit down.
I was woozy.

I'm calling the doctor.
Is Dr. Martinsen still your doctor?

- There's no reason to bother him.
- That's what he's there for.

This is awfully good.
Did you make it, Frida?

It's a love cake.

- That's what Otilia said.
- No, I didn't say that.

I said it was made with love
and to please Mr. Aurland.

- Are you coming to the beach with us?
- Not today. I want to finish my book.

- Are you done with Selma Lagerlöf's?
- No, it's the Nuremberg Trials.

We agreed to leave it.

Perhaps you'll leave it up to me
what I want to read.

Problems don't go away
by being put in the closet.

- No. Of course not.
- No.

Come, Frida. We'd better...

- Are we going to the beach?
- Thank you for the cake.

- You can have another tomorrow.
- Come along, Frida.

THE MASKS FALL

- I'm still in Nuremberg.
- At the courthouse?

It's the only place you can be.
The city's in ruins.

- Where are you staying?
- In an American camp.

Have you testified?

Yes.

And I'm going back in soon.

I just need to hear the voice
of a normal person.

- Is it bad?
- It's horrendous.

The Nazi brass sits in two rows.

Göring smiles ironically
as if he's not taking this seriously.

Not one of them regrets anything.

They despise me
and consider me a traitor.

And...

And everything that happened
in the camps...

... all the details.

It's worse than I thought.

- I suddenly feel guilty.
- It can't possibly be your fault.

Many of the accused
were friends of my father's.

Yes, but not of you.
And maybe your father didn't know.

You have no idea
how often I've heard that excuse.

You should talk to him, Uwe.
He misses you.

- When are you two coming?
- In ten days.

- I can't wait that long for my wife.
- The same here. But I run a hotel.

- I can't wait to see the two of you.
- Where will we meet?

The temperance hotel in Hamburg.
It's not been damaged.

If we're going to Hamburg,
can't we visit your father?

No, Amanda, we can't.
I'm finished with him.

I'm being summoned.
I love you.

- You and Frida.
- I love you too.

- Uwe?
- He's almost done testifying.

- I really want to go to him.
- Go.

But the hotel is full of guests.

- I can do the accounts.
- Says you!

- Amanda, I'm serious.
- I'm not leaving before the guests do.

Ditmar's letter.
I have to deliver it.

He keeps hoping Philip
will come round.

- Trine and Lily?
- Lily is at the beach. Here's Trine.

Will you take a letter to Mr. Dupont?

- Mr. Dupont?
- The man you met the other evening.

- Oh, him.
- You'll find it. The place is secluded.

Here you are, Mrs. Berggren.
There is one thing... Hello.

- Hello.
- Do you know a good plumber?

- I do. Edith's husband.
- Valter has a workshop in Hulsig.

Would you mind
if he checked the plumbing upstairs?

- I'll call him right away.
- Thank you.

There you are, darling.
Mrs. Berggren is calling the plumber.

- Is this the kitchen?
- Yes.

- The only kitchen?
- Maybe there's more out there.

Of course.
You haven't seen this either.

No more kitchen back there.
And an old stove.

- We had the same in my childhood.
- You don't say. And here?

What's out there?

- The workshop and laundry.
- And our outhouse.

A workshop and a laundry room.
And the outhouse.

Just great.

Sorry to bother you.
Thank you.

By the way,
I hope you'll all be here next year -

- even though it'll be us.

- We'd like that. Right?
- Yes.

I think that goes
for Trine and Lily too.

Maybe it was a beach.
Or some dunes.

- Is it as nice as this one?
- I think so.

Do you?

Stop it.

- Sitting on the couch, Otilia?
- Yes, if you don't mind.

- Excuse me. Where is Frida?
- With her mother.

- Is there something wrong?
- Yes. I can't keep my mouth shut.

You don't say.
Have you scolded Frida?

No, I haven't scolded Frida.

There's a letter for you.
From a vicar named Gabriel.

Gabriel?

I teach three of his children.
I hope nothing's happened.

Is it the children?
Then what?

Nothing, Edith.
Nothing at all.

Yes?

I have a letter for you.

- I see.
- Here.

Weren't you on the beach
when we saw the phosphorescence?

- It's amazing. I've only seen it twice.
- I've never seen it before.

- What's your name?
- Trine.

- And the other maid?
- Lily.

- Have you fallen out?
- What makes you think so?

- You sounded sad.
- We haven't fallen out.

- Perhaps the opposite?
- What?

When I saw you on the beach,
I thought you might be lovers.

- Not at all.
- Sorry.

Sometimes I see things that
others don't. I'm often mistaken.

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

- I have to get back. I'm working.
- Of course.

Thanks for the letter, miss.
Come again if you like.

No matter how much liqueur they put in
the cake, there's nothing to celebrate.

- I think it will be fine, Olga.
- You've always been so gullible.

Hello, ladies.

- Mr. Chairman, you're here.
- Are you looking for your wife?

- No, the new owners sent for me.
- Why?

They'd like a bathroom in the flat.

I hope we're not disturbing you.

Not at all, Mr. Seerup.
It's your hotel.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

What are they doing in there?
I don't trust those people.

He seems very nice,
but I don't know about his wife.

I do.
What a sourpuss!

Excuse me.

Sorry.

It's a relief
she doesn't understand Danish.

You got my message.

- They said they couldn't reach you.
- How is she?

She sleeps all the time. The doctor said
she had a minor stroke.

A stroke?

They say she's doing better now.
They gave her a sedative.

I can't figure it out.

They've been running around here
all day. Something's up.

It must have something to do with
putting in a new bathroom upstairs.

Or if that isn't possible,
they want to use this one.

- Then what about us?
- I doubt they'll take our bathroom.

Amanda?
What are they doing?

They would like their own bathroom
and maybe an extra one down here.

They think one bathroom is
too much for the guests to share.

And they asked Valter to see
if water can be installed in the rooms.

Hot and cold.
It should've been done years ago.

- It's expensive.
- The new owners have plenty of money.

- True. It's all Georg can talk about.
- How marvelous.

I've always liked it the way it is.

You were also against electricity
in '28, but you soon got used to it.

- Not using it when it's there is dumb.
- You'll enjoy this as well.

Here you are.

Mrs. Berggren wants to know
if you'll read a bedtime story.

I'm coming.

Who's this? The vicar?

The one who wrote you?
Are those his children?

Yes, they are.
May I have it, Edith?

- Why is he sending you photos?
- It's none of your business.

I'm just asking.
Is he interested in you?

That's it, isn't it?

Don't you dare tell anyone, Edith.

- I wouldn't dream of it.
- I helped him at the vicarage.

It was after his wife died,
and he seems to think...

Did he propose?

Heavens above!
May I see the photo again?

You may not.

- What are you going to do?
- I don't know, Edith.

- What will your answer be?
- I'm going to read a bedtime story.

- You should tell Mr. Aurland.
- Why in the world would I do that?

It'd serve him right to know
a vicar wants to marry you.

This is no one's business
and especially not Mr. Aurland's.

Alright.

So fill to me the parting glass

and drink a health whate'er befall.

I gently rise

and I softly call

good night and joy be with you all.

- That was beautiful, Weyse.
- Time to go home.

- Already?
- Yes, we'd better.

Then give my best to your wives.

And thank them
for their participation in my divorce.

How has my wife participated?
She only met yours a few times.

- Mrs. Weyse's column.
- What does it have to do with anything?

- I thought you knew.
- Knew what?

My wife wrote to the column -

- and as far as I know,
both your wife, Mr. Madsen -

- and Mrs. Weyse were involved -

- in advising my wife to get rid
of her terrible husband at once.

- I haven't heard a word about it.
- But that's what happened.

- That's how women band together.
- Alice doesn't return my calls.

Why the hell would Mrs. Frigh call you?

Have you also had an affair with her?

- Well, what do you know! You have.
- No, I wouldn't dream of it.

- How about that?
- Right. A final toast.

- Cheers.
- Whoops, whoops, whoops.

I just wondered if Philip got my letter.
No, I haven't heard from him.

Thanks, Amanda.
Sorry to ring you so late.

First prize? Goodness!

This where it should be.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Mitzi.

- Goodnight, Aunt.
- Goodnight, dear. Sleep well.

It's been such a good day. Everyone
at the fair flocked around Mitzi.

She's better. It isn't easy
to get over losing a child.

- She seems fine.
- It's an open wound for a woman.

Until she has another little one.
I think that's what's needed.

- Then she should find a husband.
- Ditmar...

- She has a husband.
- Are you listening to yourself?

She's still very fond of you.
She talks about you constantly.

- I'm not going to...
- Think about it.

What will happen to this place
once we're gone?

Stop it, Mum.
I'll never fall in love with Mitzi.

Love? That's a luxury
that people like us can't indulge in.

Frijsenholm has been in our family
for seven generations.

It won't stop now.

Isn't one prize bull enough?

Therese?

- Therese?
- What is it?

- I'm back.
- Good.

You know what I think?
Therese? You know what I think?

- No. What?
- I think he's banging her.

Ødegaard.
He's banging Mrs. Frigh.

Mrs. Frigh?
Don't be ridiculous.

- Georg, I'm sleeping.
- No, you're not.

You're awake.

And you're warm.
And you're gorgeous.

- You can go home and get some sleep.
- I'm not going anywhere.

It's strange.
She was fit as fiddle this morning.

- We talked about what's next.
- What's next?

- I had an idea.
- About what?

- How are you, Mum?
- Is that you, Morten?

- Yes, it's me.
- So you've come all this way.

- There was no need.
- Of course there was.

You called me Mum.

- You've never said it before.
- Haven't I?

No, you haven't.
But I'd like you to.

You're here too, Fie.

You have no idea...

... how much you mean to me.

Both of you.

- Oh. You're awake.
- What time is it?

Breakfast is still served for
half an hour. Did you have a nice time?

Ødegaard was a bit down in the mouth.
I hope you never experience a divorce.

- I have.
- Right. I hope I don't have to again.

I'll take that as a compliment.
Hjalmar gave me yesterday's paper.

Schyberg writes
about the theatre's new season.

- Not him!
- Yes. Listen.

"The National Theatre's first play is
Ibsen's 'When We Dead Awaken'."

"This time in the hands
of one of the theatre's finest actors."

- "One of"?
- Listen.

"Mr. Weyse has chosen
a surprising angle -

- and transposed the plot
to a war-torn country."

"A bold choice that one can only
have great expectations of."

"Will a Danish theatre finally give
Ibsen the contemporaneity he deserves?"

May I see?

- Well, yes. That's wonderful.
- Yes, darling.

That's why Director Konradsen
suddenly became so amenable -

- when he talked to Miss Hansen.
It's a ridiculous theatre.

They can't see originality
until others point it out to them.

- Breakfast is over in 25 minutes.
- I'll make it.

- Alice Frigh.
- It's me.

- When can I see you?
- I can't, Bent.

Not after your divorce.
I helped with the column.

I can't advise your wife to divorce you
and then throw myself at you.

You didn't know she was my wife then.

The others don't know that.

We couldn't get together because I was
married and now because I'm divorced?

- Yes.
- You make it very complicated, Alice.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.
Goodbye, Bent.

- Yes?
- It's me again.

Am I interrupting something?
It's not important.

I just wondered if you've recovered
from getting a windfall.

I'll never have anything to do
with the diamonds, Miss Hansen.

I noticed something on the bottom.

- Here. A little label.
- A label?

- Abraham Hirschel, Antwerp.
- It's the diamond city of Europe.

Colonel Fuchs was sent to Antwerp
to build bunkers in '43.

He had some good experience
from Denmark.

Those diamonds were stolen
from a Jewish family -

- when they were sent
to their death in Auschwitz.

An atrocity that I'm now a part of.

You didn't send anyone to their death
or steal their diamonds.

I've only toyed with idea
of keeping them.

- That was before you knew their origin.
- Was it?

Was it, Miss Hansen?

I should've suspected something
was wrong when Fuchs first rang me.

But I chose the easy way out.

I chose not to listen.

- Telephone, Mr. Molin.
- Who is it?

The same gentleman from a few days
ago. He speaks English.

Will you tell I'm not here
and you don't know when I'll be back?

- I'll try.
- Thank you.

I knew it! I knew it!
Fuchs isn't the kind to give up.

- He doesn't know you found them.
- But he knows what they're worth.

He won't give them up.

Therese... Hi, dear.

If someone builds cottages
on those hills -

- they'll block the view
from our window.

Ødegaard Andersen has to sell them
and asked if Dad was interested.

- He isn't.
- Well, now things are different.

- I just bought them from Ødegaard.
- I hope not! Why?

I just told you. I don't want them
blocking my view of the water.

- Could you talk about this later?
- Yes.

Amanda and Frida are off
to Germany tomorrow.

- Uwe is finished in Nuremberg.
- What about the guests?

I promised Amanda that we'll
run the hotel till the guests leave.

- You what?
- Thanks, Dad.

- Shouldn't we have discussed it first?
- Like the hills?

Are you finished upstairs?
Then get lunch ready.

- Don't we need to put beach chairs out?
- I've already done it.

Yes, Lily. All of them.
Too bad, eh?

- What do you mean?
- Lily met three lads down there.

When her back was turned,
they went skinny-dipping.

How did you know
if your back was turned?

You're silly.

- Does she have a crush?
- I don't know.

Mrs. Berggren and Frida
are going to Germany tomorrow.

Her parents will run the hotel.
Uwe Kiessling is done testifying.

- She'll come and tell everyone herself.
- Now you won't have Frida to babysit.

Mrs. Berggren said I could stay.

- But I think I'll go home.
- Are you planning to...

What I'm planning to do is
to prepare for my classes, Edith.

Yes?

I came to see
if you needed dishes cleared.

- No, I don't.
- No?

- I imagine Otilia has already been in.
- Yes.

Did you hear
that she got a letter from home?

- Pardon?
- Otilia.

From her vicar. Handsome man.

He asked her to marry him
in the letter.

- I see.
- It's amazing, but true.

Otilia will be married
before we know it.

Unless someone puts a stop to it.

But who could do that?

Yes...

- Enjoy your morning, Mr. Aurland.
- Thank you.

You too.

Right...

- I fell asleep.
- Yes.

- What's next for you?
- I'd better be getting back.

- Would you like some coffee first?
- Once I'm sat down, I'm afraid...

- When are you going home?
- Not till Molly comes home.

- I'll come and say goodbye.
- Do you have time for that?

Yes.

I'm glad you were there.
Otherwise we might've lost her.

Fie? What was the idea
you talked about?

I'll tell you when you come back.
Drive safely.

- Who are you writing to, Olga?
- Adam.

I think they should know
I'll have my birthday here next year.

That's lovely. That's what I told you.
It won't be as bad as you thought.

You're back!

All the guests are excited
about the new plumbing.

- I had a chat with Madsen and Weyse.
- The piano player?

Shouldn't we get someone better?
How is he paid? Room and board?

He isn't paid. He's a famous Danish
actor and a dear guest of the hotel.

- Really?
- Yes.

Here. I've made
the first sketches of the kitchen.

We can double the space -

- if we get rid of that awful
building with the outhouse.

- The staff eat in the courtyard.
- They'll have to find another place.

The dining room is twice the size with
a glass section overlooking the sea.

But I did promise them no changes.

That was careless. Who's going to pay
for the bathrooms -

- if we don't have outside customers?
The regulars are free to leave.

- But they're my friends.
- What happened to the businessman?

Look around. It's a museum.
A fairy tale with a bad ending.

- I don't see it that way.
- Alright. Do what you want.

I thought you wanted me
to be a part of your Danish vacation.

But of course I do.
I'm so happy that you're here.

Then trust me.

John Henry, these small changes
will make everybody happy.

- I hope you're right.
- You know I am, dear.

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin
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