Hi Knut.
- Won't you ever stop writing? - My publisher's waiting, you know.
- Mr Blomgren. Today's paper. - Thank you.
Not again!
Touch wood. Would that my nose were wooden.
- Haven't I seen you before? - I don't think so.
- Nor you? - Yes ... No, I don't think so.
It must be two other men then.
- There you are, darling. - Mr Fjeldstrup? Welcome.
This is my niece, Miss Werner. Has an elephant arrived for me?
No, but we have a lovely room for you.
Room 55 for Miss Werner. Sorry, I'll speak slowly: 55.
- And room 13 for you. - 13? And it was the 13th station.
And the train arrived at 13:13 and today is the 13th. My oh my!
Send up the elephant when it arrives, please.
- Did you hurt yourself? - I always do.
My, what a lovely room.
Do remember to put out the fire before you go to bed.
- Haven't you seen them before? - No, never.
- I'm so confused after all this. - Put it out of your head.
See you at dinner.
I can't wait to taste the Norwegian fizzy drinks.
I forgot my briefcase.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
- Eleven, twelve ... - It's no laughing matter.
You never know what might happen in the mountains.
Thank you. Could I have the wine list, please?
Thank you.
I'm none the wiser ... Oh, I see. Two mineral waters.
Good evening.
- Pardon me. - Good evening, Rita dearest.
- Good evening, Aga dearest. - I'm starving.
- What do you think? - Splendid tomato soup.
I'm famished. It's the mountain air.
Please calm down. I get so upset. Oh, keep your fingers crossed.
- But these things keep happening. - No, nothing will happen.
- My dress! - My!
Was it tomato soup?
- I hope the dress isn't ruined. - Don't worry.
Is that a so-called ski leg? Get well soon.
- This looks like another hotel. - It's the old wing.
- And the stairway? - It leads to the second floor.
The second floor, I see. Why, is that the founder of the hotel?
No, that's a moose. A moose.
Oh, one of those little fellows. Funny-looking creatures.
So it's a moose.
There you are again. May I introduce our two new friends?
- Ola Bervik. - Pardon me.
- Knut Bakke. - Pardon me.
- Mette Werner. - A cup of coffee?
Let's join the rest of the menagerie.
I presume you master the art of skiing.
- We ski, yes. - He in practice, I in theory.
I'm a theoretical man myself. Do tell.
I'm writing a book about "competitive sports and emotional life".
An analysis of the psychological superstructure.
- I see. What led you to the subject? - I read an article the other day.
A desperate woman wrote: "Help, my husband is a centre-half!"
I understand that more than most. I was engaged to a hurdleress once.
- What I meant to say ... - No lectures please, Knut.
Please go outside and teach my niece how to ski. It's urgent.
No, I can't even cross a room without causing a traffic accident.
Mette, look at the souvenirs.
Those mittens look just like yours.
Uncle Ib, those were the ones. The boys were there when I lost them.
- The boys? - No, the mittens.
Last year when I was in Norway with llse.
I had bought a pair of lucky mittens and I was showing them to llse.
Suddenly I dropped one of them. It fell right into a young man's cap.
I only saw him from above. And then the two young men left.
One of them carrying my lucky mitten.
And there I was in my ruined dress. Since then everything's gone wrong.
Remember the night I was run down?
Yes, I was polishing my elephants. The little blue one. Got it cheap ...
- Good evening, Miss Werner. - Good evening, Uncle Ib.
- How is Dumbo? - No, this is the Queen of Sheba.
I'm so upset. A bicycle just hit me.
- Isn't it degrading? - Had you preferred a moped?
- Look at my new nylons. - Poor dear. Come and sit down.
Sit down and tell your old uncle what really ails you.
- I'm so unhappy. - It is still Kaj?
- Forget that scoundrel. - Kaj? I've almost forgotten him.
- Almost or completely? - Completely ... or almost.
I see, completely almost.
But accidents happen all around me. Ever since my trip to Norway.
Don't talk to me about accidents. Remember when I couldn't find Pius?
- When aunt Anastasia died. - Wasn't that when she left ...
... her entire estate to the temperance movement, yes. Cheers.
- How did you find Pius? - Anastasia had nicked him.
She left me him. But since then everything's been just dandy.
I don't believe in that nonsense.
- What's this? - It just happened to be in my bag.
I see. And you don't believe in that nonsense.
You still have one of them? And you wonder why things go wrong?
- Here we go again. - 2+2=4, 1+1 = one pair.
- Meaning? - We must find it.
Hello. What's your name?
Ready? Did you remember to bring Pius and Josefine?
Yes. Shouldn't we bring sleeping bags and some supplies?
Don't be silly. Come on.
- Aren't you bringing your skis? - That might be a good idea. Thanks.
You have to turn around. Spin around, I mean.
I see, go for a little spin, eh?
- Do you want a hand? - Yes, please.
- Don't sit on me now. - No, no. I'm Fjeldstrup.
Tonnesen.
- Hang in there, my little butterfly. - My, it's hot.
Is this where we're going down? Isn't it lunchtime soon?
Oh, may the nine-tailed tortoise watch over me.
Do you need a hand?
I want to go home to my native country. It's flat!
So here you are. Didn't we have an appointment at 11 ?
- Is it that late? - It's five past. Where's your uncle?
He preferred the company of the theoretical skier.
Finally someone who complies with the law of gravity.
- Are your skis full of snow? - I just brought some as a souvenir.
It's marvellous here.
Still sports psychology? I don't presume to understand any of it.
But I find your approach to the joys of mountain life most appealing.
I think sports for fun are healthy.
But it annoys me to see an entire nation chase up and down the slopes.
Two minutes faster than yesterday, boys!
You see? What happened to enjoying nature?
They measure the sunshine, the snow and the trees in yards and seconds.
My dear friend, Ola Bervik. Practice, competitions, trophies, bah!
He has no fun whatsoever.
Ever seen anything so beautiful?
Knut makes me laugh. Cooped up in his room with his book all day.
He has no fun whatsoever.
- You're good friends, aren't you? - Yes, we're good friends.
Knut is more of a thinker.
And we don't feel the same way about sports and ...
- And what? - This and that.
Look at that cloud. Doesn't it look like a circus clown?
This and that, doesn't that mean women?
That too.
- Buffleheads! - Knut and I?
No, the birds in the trees. How do they survive in the winter?
Lots of fresh air and love, I suppose.
Knut and Ola. Theory and practice.
Do you always go for walks in the forest with your students?
Only if I have high expectations of them.
What are your expectations of me?
Well, I hope you'll stay here for a long time.
Perhaps.
No! Not downhill! No!
Ola!
- This is like a dream come true. - I never tire of the mountains.
- You feel so free. - Yes, almost as if you had wings.
- Don't go flying off now. - Don't worry.
To think we only met three days ago. I feel like I've always known you.
Some people you get to know at once. Others you never get to know.
You belong to the first category.
The sun is just as strong here as in the Sahara.
- Would you like an orange? - Terrific.
So this is where you work.
- Ebba! - It's me. Alive and kicking.
- Aren't you going to introduce me? - Tonnesen.
- Fjeldstrup. - This is my fiancée, Ebba Winger.
Please don't mind me. Knut, will you help me with my bags?
Excuse us. I have to ...
What a delicacy. Will she be on the menu from tomorrow, I wonder.
- If only I were 3½ years younger. - Why? She's engaged.
- And I'm married. - Is that the train?
- It's supposed to be singing. - It's awful.
- Let's go in and hear it. - No!
May I introduce my wife? She's from the Kola Peninsula.
How nice to see you. There's no stopping me tonight.
I am happy to see you, but I thought we agreed ...
... to let you work in peace. I won't disturb you.
- Hello. - Wonderful to see you, Ebba.
At last someone who likes surprises. My, you are strong.
- Come along, Knut. - Ebba, you haven't met Mette.
- Mette Werner, Ebba Winger. - How do you do?
- Will you come up for a drink? - No, thank you. I have a pain in ...
- I think my uncle's in there. - Come along, boys.
So long.
Have you been a naughty boy, Ola? I'll hear your confession as usual.
Bravo, Mrs Tonnesen. I've never heard ... anything quite like it.
- The song isn't over yet. - No? Mette, is there a call for me?
- Just a tiny one? - Not that I'm aware.
Cheers, Knut.
Don't laugh your head off now.
- I'd better go down to Mette. - Relax.
Our little club isn't admitting any new members tonight.
- Who is it? - Ola.
- Come and join in the fun. - Pardon?
- Come and join in the fun. - I can't hear you.
Come in and join the fun! Come on in!
I was just ... Bye.
Good morning, Knut. What a wonderful morning.
- How is it coming along? - I think I'm stuck.
I'm doing a chapter on "the spiritual technique of ski jumping".
Honestly, why don't you come outside?
But I'm here to work.
The fun will have to wait. It's ... secondary.
But thank you for last night.
I'll just have to go skiing on my own then.
Why? There are lots of nice people to go skiing with.
Thank you. I'll remember that.
Good morning.
Sorry, he's mine from 10 to 12. I subscribe to him.
- Don't you have a lesson now? - The instructor's otherwise engaged.
- Come along, my little roly-poly. - Yes, my little crumpet.
- Did you come to smoke or ski? - To ski. But I have a rendezvous.
- You too, my son Brutus? - There she is, my lovely.
Not a word to my wife.
- Have you seen my fiancée? - She has just gone skiing with Ola.
- Bervik. - I see.
- How's the book coming along? - Well, one gets stuck now and then.
When one is distracted ...
I've tried to explain it to my fiancée, but ...
- It's nice to be outside. - Wonderful.
- Are you sure we haven't met before? - I don't think so.
- You're too absorbed in your work. - Well, perhaps.
If I don't devote myself completely, I'll never finish. Shall we?
I have a different view on sports ...
Norway is a strange place. One must always go up to come down.
25 years ago it was murder to go up but a dream to go down.
Today it's a dream to go up but murder to go down.
- After you, Mr Tonnesen. - No, after you ...
- And now a bath. I'm exhausted. - Yes, we deserve a bath.
And it is Easter soon.
Do you have a man called Severud here in Norway?
Is it true he wrote new lyrics for your national anthem?
We had a man called H.C. Andersen. He wasn't bad, either.
You like singing, eh? I always sing my own song in the shower.
If you were to line up all the joys that you could find
and if I were to choose one mind
nothing could be more of a hoot than to relax in your birthday suit
going to the sauna makes an athlete a success
and to be an athlete I am bless'd
when in Norway you must do as the Norwegians
off my fig leaf goes into the heat I go
in the sauna I will sweat like many legions
I will lose at least a pound or maybe two
and when others go to have themselves a pint
I assure you that I won't be far behind
when in Norway you must do as the Norwegians
and before long I'll have gained that pound again
a Dane in Norway always hopes to make it down the steepest slopes
and he'll have to tell that at the hotel
he was best and knew all the ropes
so today I put on my skis and said to myself "oh, please"
when in Norway you must do as the Norwegians
get on out and show them everything you can
there's no better skier in all the country's regions
I will show them that on skis I am a man
all the Danes are whizzing by me in the snow
so I say this as I buckle up to go
when in Norway you must do as the Norwegians
and I do my best to ski though I'm a Dane.
- Nice? - Yes.
Cheers.
I've been to Tibet several times.
You always hear tales about the first white man to enter Tibet.
- I'm glad I got out alive. - But you didn't lose any weight.
- Well, I practise yoga. - You stand on your head and so on?
It strengthens and relaxes you.
When they aren't on their heads or cutting themselves with knives, -
- Tibetans are extremely polite. This is how they greet you.
- Like this? - No, watch me.
- Joachim! - It's the Dalai Lama.
Dalai my foot! You should stick to light beer.
- Isn't it nice? - Very refreshing.
So, ski jumping and swimming ..?
Not swimming, diving. These two sports have a lot in common.
Both demand a lot of courage.
Hello. Out on research, Knut?
No, he's out on a wild goose chase!
I almost married a Tibetan. She did yoga, too. But I had to give it up.
- Standing on your head? - No, the marriage.
You'd spend your wedding night on a bed of nails!
One, two, three!
Aren't the writer's conversational skills just riveting?
- Pork chops? - Just eat your little heart out.
Tomato soup.
Speaking of tomato soup, where's your little Danish friend?
Good evening.
- Isn't your niece having dinner? - No, she's upstairs with a ski leg.
A common affliction for Danes on skis.
- There's your drinking brother. - A pint, please.
You can't go on like this. Or have you forgotten New Year's Eve?
Oh, when I threw up on the roast?
At least it kept you from singing about butterflies and sighing doves.
Do continue, Joachim. Your rudeness knows no boundaries.
Nonsense! Black magic mumbo-jumbo.
When I finally finished knitting the jumper, it was too small for me.
Did you knit it before you ate?
- Three spades. - Pass.
- Pass! - Right ... pass.
Haven't you got anything, Joachim? Five grand.
- Double. - Don't discuss the game, Joachim.
Didn't you tell me about a bridge murder in America?
Yes, he killed his wife because of a wrong bid.
- Was he punished severely? - No, he got off with a warning.
Now, that's what I call a jumper.
Couldn't you knit one like that for me?
- Another coke for you, Alvilde? - No, I'll have a sip of yours.
But ...
Six grand.
- Stiff legs? - Yes, that too.
- The entire machinery is faulty. - It'll pass.
- Do you think so? - Yes.
- I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. - Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
Knut!
You can wipe off that smile. "Sweet dreams"!
But ...
- Onwards! - Are we in the same boat now?
Have you ever turned a somersault on skis?
- Maybe you've lost a mitten, too. - Call me superstitious.
- But I'd be lost without Pius. - I only have half a pair of mittens.
Then find the other one at once. Or else anything might happen.
- Aren't you dressed for the dance? - I'm not in the mood for dancing.
- Why not? - I have tomato soup on my dress.
- Then wear the other one. - You have fun with Mrs Tonnesen.
Oh, to be young and carefree.
Would you like a piece of chocolate?
Norwegian children have no manners. She ignores my Norwegian.
This Fjeldstrup has had a very bad influence on you.
Cocktails before dinner ..!
And every time I say something, you offer me a rude reply.
- What on earth are you doing? - Gathering strength, Alvilde.
Dearest Tonnesen!
Of all the many words you've said to me darling
I remember only one you see
and it's a word you can say in more than one way
it can be so true darling
it can make you blue darling
a word that can never go wrong
a word with a power so strong
it's a word of bliss darling
when I felt your kiss darling
it can amuse you enthuse and seduce you
darling darling darling
it can treat you right darling
bid you sweet goodnight darling
a word that will set you aflame
a word in love's wondrous game
say it with a smile darling
or say it with style darling
say it with fear with a tear or sincere
darling darling darling
say it tongue in cheek darling
maybe you sound meek darling
a word that has only one goal
a word that grabs hold of your soul
say it like a dear darling
say it loud and clear darling
say it with feeling appealing or kneeling
darling darling darling.
Yes?
- Pardon me ... - Oh, it's Miss Pardon Me, is it?
- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.
- Sit down. - Thank you.
I heard the typewriter.
- You really do work too much. - It takes more to wear me down.
- That's not what I meant. - Then what did you mean?
I meant ...
You'll be nicotine-poisoned.
Are you concerned about me?
May I be your secretary for a while?
- I'll type. You dictate. - Well, yes ...
Well, yes.
- Was that it? - Yes ...
- Did you write "well, yes"? - Yes, I wrote "well, yes".
- That is what you said? - Yes.
- Well, yes, but that's not what ... - No, no.
Oh, excuse me.
- Do you dance? - Me? No, not at the moment.
Of course not! This is hysterical.
It's hysterical that you want to be my secretary.
That, too. Everything is just hysterical.
Down there they're dancing and having a lark.
And here we are.
No, you must go with me and dance with me. With me!
- All right, if you lead. - I will. But put on a bow tie.
Just a moment.
No!
I'm all thumbs!
This is hopeless. Ebba gave me a bow-tie, but I can't tie it.
Let me help you.
Cannot Knut knot a knot?
Isn't it so like Knut to be cooped up writing while everyone else has fun?
- Don't be too sure of that. - Rita Hayworth couldn't tempt him.
I wonder ... Look.
Let's dance!
Knut.
It'll be all right.
Now I understand what you meant when you said I worked too much.
- I need to get some fresh air. - May l? I need some fresh air, too.
Yes.
- Dreadful weather, eh? - Have you seen Knut?
He was dancing with my niece a second ago. Please call Miss Werner.
Yes ... No, she left with Knut Angstad.
- When? - Some time ago.
- Haven't they returned yet? - I'd better send out a search party.
- This can't be dangerous, can it? - Is Ola Bervik there? Send him up.
We're leaving right away.
You'd better send the military. All right. Thank you.
Is anyone here?
No, it's just me.
I took the door.
Here's a candle.
We were lucky.
I'm frozen stiff.
No ...
- Here you are. - Thank you.
- It's smoking. - Maybe it's the damper.
You opened it. Good idea.
Do you think they serve anything here? I'm famished.
Well, I don't know. Perhaps.
They do serve something.
Spirits ... schnapps.
Yes. The St. Bernards always carry a small barrel of spirits -
- when they search for people in blizzards.
Bottoms up.
Marvellous. It's like having a furnace inside.
I only had a drop.
No, we don't know in which direction.
I'll call the others. Thank you.
- Amusing that the two of us ... - Are snuggled up here.
- Cheers, Miss Werner. - Call me Mette.
Bakke Angstad ... I prefer Bakke.
- No, Knut. - Cheers, Knut.
- Isn't life odd? - Odd?
Now that we're on first name terms, I want to tell you something.
By all means.
- You're so incredibly stupid. - Yes ... Pardon?
You are stupid. You don't know how to treat a woman.
- Treat? - Yes. You should put your foot down!
Go ahead and laugh, but you must put your foot down.
Uncle Ib says the Tibetans treat women like gongs.
They need a good beating on a regular basis.
Don't forget that Tibet is a very backward country.
Backward? Women are all the same from the North to the South Pole.
What are we doing here? You only have yourself to blame.
- You should be here with Ebba. - But we got lost!
- You should get lost with Ebba! - But you can't plan that ahead.
If you aren't careful, Ebba will get lost with Ola ... on purpose.
- Now you're talking! - We are the world's greatest idiots.
I couldn't agree more.
- Where are you going? - Back to the hotel.
- We'd better call a taxi. - Let's hear the weather forecast.
- We don't have a radio. - No? Then we'll just have to stay.
Say, Knut?
Where's our little St. Bernard?
He's so tiny, I can't see him.
- Just a teensy bit to the rim. - To the rim ..!
Thank you.
One ought to realize -
- that looks aren't primary.
- Looks aren't important, hang it! - No, let's not hang anyone.
- It's what's inside ... - Precisely.
What I mean is -
- one shouldn't let other views affect one's own so much -
- it no longer reflects one's own view. Right?
Yes. It's all on the inside.
Yes ... I said yes.
- What did you say? - Yes.
Oh, that's what you said.
- Here's to Ola. - Here's to Ebba.
- Ola doesn't like me one bit. - Yes. I'm absolutely positive.
- Positive. - Has he said anything?
Not in so many words. But we men understand each other.
It's all very clear to me now.
It's obvious.
When I really think about it ...
It's scandalous!
Ola and Ebba are larking about -
- while we're stuck here, face to face with life's real problems.
- Right? - Yes. We almost died in the storm.
It would have served them right -
- to find us dead as a post in the snow.
- Deaf as a post? - No, dead.
Without a thing to eat.
Yes, it would serve them right!
- Can't you get up? - If only the bed would stand still.
No, there aren't any stairs.
You'd better take the lift, then.
I've hit rock bottom!
Never mind, Knut.
- We'll share a room down here. - A double room?
There ...
- What are you laughing at? - If they could see us now ..!
- Ebba? - And Ola.
Yes, if they could see us now!
Well, I'll be ..!
Ola? Is that you? We've been looking for you all night.
Knut, Ola's lost.
Lost ..! You seem to enjoy being lost.
We were saved in the nick of time by a sweet little St. Bernard.
- We've had so much fun. - So I see.
There weren't any vacancies upstairs.
Save your excuses. Half the hotel has been looking for you all night.
Hello, Ebba. Are you here to save us?
There's nothing for us to do here. Lost ..!
Two steps away from the hotel!
Knut, look. The hotel is right over there.
But it wasn't there yesterday.
- Why were they so angry? - Don't you know?
I don't usually drink but last night it was imperative.
We had to think of something.
- You're sweet, Knut. - No, I'm not sweet. I'm angry!
So you do remember what we talked about last night.
- Here we go again! - Did you hurt yourself?
- This is the last straw. - The last straw!
Knut ... Your big moment is near.
- What? - Beat the gong!
Mette! Thank God you're safe.
I'll see you later.
Aren't you happy they came home?
Stop pretending you can't speak Danish.
My!
He's a wolf in sheep's clothing!
What's going on? Are you packing?
Yes. Does that surprise you?
Yes, I thought you were staying until Monday.
- Are you laughing at me? - No, I just choked on something.
- I want an explanation. - An explanation? How dare you!
- I demand an explanation. - I would've thought it was obvious.
Let's discuss it like adults. I admit ...
- What do you admit? - That I'm thirsty.
We split a bottle of schnapps. We got drunk.
I understand your disappointment but I came here to work on my book.
And you worked hard last night ... with Mette!
What did I do?
Do you find it amusing?
Do something, Ola. I won't stand for this!
- Why are you laughing? - I'll tell you why.
Sit down! And you too!
- He's drunk. - No! But I have something to say.
I don't suppose you'll understand it with those filthy minds of yours!
But it just so happens there are people in this world -
- who are able to keep their hands out of the cookie jar! Get it?
What on earth ..?
It was awful. I thought we were at the North Pole, -
- but actually the hotel was just around the corner.
Lord Almighty. Are they killing each other upstairs?
- It's Knut. - The theorist? lmpossible.
Uncle Ib, what a cruel world it is. I believed in this thing called love.
But it's all a misunderstanding.
What a racket! I'm losing my appetite.
- Yes? - It's the police.
The other guests are complaining about the noise. Keep it down.
Right.
My dear little girl. He loves you. I saw it last night.
You said everything would work out if I found the other mitten.
Here it is, but look at the state we're in.
But I found the other one beneath your window.
Mette!
- What's that? - Two little trolls.
Troll, let me tell you all about them.