FATHER OF FOUR Living Large
"Krageholm Castle"
- Hi, Mrs. Sejersen. - Hello.
- Here's you mail. Anything for me? - Yes. Send this registered, please.
Well, well.
- It's going to "Devil Island", I see. - That's right.
Is this what I think it is?
"DAD"
- Let's get everything into the car. - Relax, Dad, we're on vacation now.
Me and Bodil, we're bringing all the stuff, Dad.
- Now I'm ready. - Can't you let the air out, Per?
Can't we bring air along?
- It takes up too much room. - But I've just blown it up.
All my air is inside it.
Okay, okay. So leave the air in it. We'll never reach the ferry on time.
- Good morning. - Here comes Uncle Anders.
- Good morning, everyone! - Good morning.
- Hi, Uncle, you old asshole. - Asshole?
- So this is the big day. - We're just going to Bornholm.
Where are you going on summer vacation?
He's looking after our house.
- No wild parties while we're gone. - That's not a bad idea. Fun and games.
- Hi, Peter. - Take good care of Søs.
- Sure. Is she home? - Yes.
- Isn't Søs coming to Bornholm? - He invited her on an Inter-Rail trip.
How can you do that? Send Søs out in the world with that goofball?
It's Peter, Uncle Anders. He's dependable.
- Hi, sis. - Hi, Peter. Ready to see the world?
She's really looking forward to this Søs? Peter's here.
Hi, sugar. Smile.
Hi!
- I have something for you. - For me?
Thank you... Wow, it's really nice.
Where's your rucksack?
I can't go. I was given a photo assignment I simply couldn't refuse.
Hi, mailman. I'm going on holiday.
- Boy, are you lucky! - Any mail for us today?
No, nothing, I'm afraid. But I have a letter for you, Uncle Anders.
It's registered, too, so I have to ask you to sign for it.
- My, my. How exciting. - Yes.
- There! - Beautiful.
- Thanks for the letter. - Ciao, ciao.
What's it say, Uncle Anders?
- I've inherited a castle on Funen. - Congratulations.
Here's the house key and here's our phone number on Bornholm.
- Would you fetch the last bags, Ole? - You're not listening.
It says here that I've inherited a castle called Krageholm. Look!
"...take over the castle immediately." There must be some mistake.
What? No vacation because of a photo job?
- It's very important to me. - That's so typical, Peter!
Uncle Anders got a castle in the mail! It's called Krageholm.
- Would you please leave? - Yeah, yeah.
Boy, is she mad.
- I think you should leave now. - We'll go afterwards. I promise.
Go!
Go.
- So now you're not going? - Nope. Apparently not.
It's just that we've been planning it for months. It was his own idea.
Don't be sad. Just come with us. It'll be fun.
Today's a sunny day it's bare feet all the way
through the fields...
Is our house going to be home, all alone?
Yes, it will. We have to help Uncle Anders first.
Just imagine! I've inherited a castle on Funen.
"Inherit"?
It's when someone dies. You get their things.
Sounds cool!
Didn't our cabin on Bornholm cost a lot to rent?
Yes. It did.
You're right, Mie. We're sticking to the plan and going to Bornholm.
But the letter states that I must take over the castle immediately!
- Yeah, Dad. We want to see the castle. - You said we had to help Uncle Anders.
- Did I say that? - Yes!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, okay then.
- Honestly, Dad... - You sure took your time deciding.
- End of discussion. - Hooray! Cool!
It's the open road for us couldn't stop if we tried
the larks are chirping nonstop as they touch the sky
a summertime adventure isjust the thing for Dad
when he sees the fun we're having it's gonna make him glad.
It's the open road for us couldn't stop if we tried
the larks are chirping nonstop as they touch the sky
a summertime adventure isjust the thing for Dad
when he sees the fun we're having it's gonna make him glad.
It's the open road for us couldn't stop if we tried
the larks are chirping nonstop as they touch the sky
a summertime adventure isjust the thing for Dad
when he sees the fun we're having it's gonna make him glad...
- What's this? - My goodness!
That sure was a close one.
- Look at all the garden gnomes! - Quite a big family.
It sure smells smelly here. Somebody fart?
- That's how it smells in the country. - Someone mind opening the window?
It's pretty bad.
- You sure it's here? - That's what the letter says.
It's the smallest castle I've ever seen.
- It's just a house. - I expected something larger.
It must be a mistake. Like I said: One doesn't just inherit a castle.
Are you absolutely certain that this is the place?
- Yes? How can I help you? - Are you the one who's farting?
Per...! Excuse me, but is this 29 Castle Way?
Yes. What's this about?
- It's about me. I'm the heir. - The heir to Krageholm Castle?
How can you inherit the lady's things when she isn't dead?
It's all in this letter. We came as fast as we could.
I see... My name is Mrs. Sejersen. I look after the castle.
How many rooms are we talking about in a castle like this?
47 rooms and 3 ballrooms.
Treachery! It can't be true!
- Did you say "treachery"? - Yes, you bet I did.
Not to be disrespectful, but there's no way this house could have 47 rooms.
What...?
No. You better follow me.
Hey! I stepped in cowshit. Yuk!
Look where you're going, Ole. We're out in nature now.
- Disgusting! - It's like going to dance class.
Unbelievable...
This is Krageholm Castle.
It's right out of a fairy tale!
- There's tennis and horses, too. - It must be worth a fortune.
- Look! A real bull! - Have I really inherited all this?
- It's almost inconceivable. - It's only a castle.
- Last one's a rotten egg! - Per! You have to stay with us.
Why?!
Boy, is it big!
How old is the castle?
Count Anders the First built it in 1560.
I'm his heir. He sounds like a nice man.
Please come in...
These ceilings sure are high!
- Someone's saying the same as me. - It's just an echo.
Echo? Who's that?
- This armor's cool. - It belonged to King Frederik II.
- A very fine, royal heirloom. - It's like being in a museum.
- Only it's ten times more fun. Look. - Be careful, you'll wreck it.
- It's old and valuable. - That's right, Ole.
No!
May I live here with you in the castle, Uncle Anders?
Yes, of course you may, little Per. It's an extraordinarily nice place.
- Just the thing for kids, isn't it? - Yes. It sure is exciting here.
- The west wing's this way. - Is there wireless internet?
- Absolutely not. - Is there any electricity at all?
- Electricity was installed in 1930. - And it works just fine.
- Watch what you're doing! - Excuse me.
- Who are all those paintings of? - All the heirs to the castle.
It's like they're all looking at us.
This is the tea room.
And this is the Count Anders Room.
No! Well, I never...! A ballroom!
It just goes on and on. I love this castle.
Where's Per...? Per?
Per...?
Per...? Come in here.
Boo!
- What was that? - Perhaps it's the ghost.
Are there ghosts here?
They say Count Anders comes back to haunt the castle...
...but I've never seen him.
Boo!
I can see you, but you can't see me.
One isn't allowed in there!
- He's inside the painting. - Castles have lots of secret rooms.
Come out of that painting, Per. You have to stick with us.
This is Count Anders the First, who built the castle -
- with Countess Esmaralda at his side.
It's like I've seen him before somewhere...
He looks like you, Uncle Anders.
- Well, how about that? He does! - He looks just like you!
- I knew there was something familiar. - He's just as nice as I expected.
- I wouldn't mind meeting him. - Good luck. He died 400 years ago.
Yes... Here we are. As you can see.
- Welcome, Madam von Grissenfeldt. - Von Gris senfeldt.
Sorry we're late, but it's a bit of a trip from Mallorca to Funen.
Who are you?
Anna Katarina Dagmar von Grissenfelt. And my children:
Ditlev von Grissenfeldt, Roald von Grissenfeldt -
- Valdemar von Grissenfeldt and little Pernille.
They're the other ones.
Yes, the other heirs to the castle.
Treachery! Are there other heirs besides me?
Does this mean it's not Uncle Anders' castle, after all?
Are we supposed to share the castle?
Yes. The will states that the castle be divided equally between the heirs.
- Does the castle's attorney agree? - That is correct.
The castle is bequeathed to the descendants of Count Anders I.
- This key is proof of ownership. - You can't actually mean it.
This is really a shock!
- Mother... - What...?
- Are you okay? - Of course I am!
What do we always say...? Yes! No holds barred!
- What's wrong? - I'll give in now...
My mother's an only child. She's not used to sharing with anyone.
- Is the lady about to die? - We certainly hope not.
Poor woman, perhaps we should let her have the whole castle.
That would solve all our problems.
- Look, the lady's well again. - Just a second...
- Now we have a solution. - Hold on! It says here:
"In the event that the heirs cannot agree to share the castle -
- they must then compete for it."
- "Compete"? - Compete.
- Compete? How? - Yes, that is correct.
The coat-of-arms depicts the three things the count was most fond of.
Tradition requires a competition in these three disciplines:
Combat, games and dance.
- The winner gets the whole castle. - I knew he was my kind of guy.
You can't hold a competition to see who's going to own a castle.
- It's written in the will. - What do you say, Uncle Anders?
If that's the way it is, then that's the way it is.
It's decided. The competition begins tomorrow.
- May the best family win. - Yippie!
Per? What are you doing up on the table? Get down from there.
Help me find somewhere to hang this dress, Roald.
We simply must have this castle.
Everything here will soon be ours.
- Hi, Uncle Anders. - Hi, guys.
- What a beautiful room. - Look! Little knights in armor!
Look at that wig. They didn't do much for their looks in those days.
- We came by to say goodnight. - I see...
- Is something worrying you? - What if I never get the castle?
But you will. We're going to help you.
- Even if it smells a little farty. - Yes, that's right, little Per.
You have us, Uncle Anders.
In this family we stick together, Uncle Anders.
May I ask for everyone's attention?
Now we shall hold the first competition: A duel.
I love duels. No holds barred.
- It will be on horseback, with lances. - That's just the thing for you.
You can't determine anything on horseback with lances.
- C'mon, Dad. Who else is there? - Yeah, yeah. Okay, then.
Are you afraid?
Of course not.
Tradition prescribes a fight to the death.
Come again?
- Tradition prescribes... ...a fight to the death.
- To the death?! - You can count on it.
- But that's forbidden. - That was in the old days.
Today it's till one person is on the ground for 10 seconds.
The one who is left standing, wins.
You may now prepare yourselves for battle.
- My name's Per. What's yours? - I don't have one.
What a funny name. What's your dog's name?
I'm not allowed to talk to you because you're dumb.
- Who says? - My mom.
- You better get ready. - I'm not getting into that tin can.
I won't need it against her.
- Oops! - Give me that armor, anyway.
- Get going, boys. - Yes, Mother.
Here, Dad.
- I... I can't see a thing in here. - You've got it on backwards, Dad.
I do?
- Hurry up! - Now I've unfastened it.
- You can pat Bodil, if you like. - No, thanks.
Hannibal, come back!
- Get out of there, Hannibal. - Be careful, they're dangerous!
- Hurry up! Run! - Come on, Hannibal.
Here you are.
- Thanks, Per. - Think nothing of it.
- My name is Pernille. - Pernille?
That's right.
Smile, Dad!
- Are you ready? - Yes!
Ready!
- Let the duel begin! - Let's go! Hey!
Hep-hep, you old maid.
- Come on, Dad! - Come on... Go!
- Come on, Mother! - I'll get him!
- The saddle looks loose. - The saddle's loose!
He's hopeless. This will never end well.
- Lower your lance, Dad! - Huh? The lance? Oh, right.
No!
Oh, no!
- He's down! We won! - Get up, Dad!
- Hurry up, else we've lost! - I can't...
9... 8...
7... 6...
5... 4...
3... 2...
- And... - I'm up! I'm just fine.
Good. The duel may continue.
- Stand still, Dad! - There's something behind you!
Easy, now... Nice bully... I'm leaving now...
Easy, now...
Dad!
We have to wake him up. It's not over yet!
10...
- Wake up! - Dad?
- Can you hear me? - 6...
- Step aside, children. - 4... 3... 2...
- And 1... The duel is completed... - Hurrah!
The first competition has been decided. Dad has lost!
Get on your feet and keep fighting!
Did we win?
His arm is hurt... Promise me you'll take better care of yourself.
Yes... Well... Yes.
The score is now 1-0, in favor of the von Grissenfeldt family.
- Roald, don't do that. - What'd you say?
That's irritating.
Mrs. Sejersen? Thank you. It's already much better.
- You must look after yourself. - Can't we drop the formal tone?
- Not here at the castle. - Variety is the spice of life.
- Søs? Some wine? - I don't care for red wine.
It's a 12-year-old grand cru classé. You ought to taste it.
Okay.
Mrs. Sejersen's actually quite nice. She seemed rather prudish at first.
What does it matter? We're losing the castle.
- First time on Funen? - Yes...
You should get out in the world. I can see you with a rucksack.
- How can you tell? - I just can.
Look at that loser of a father. He can't even eat properly.
Mind your own business.
Here, Hannibal.
Thank you for saving him. Doesn't anything ever scare you?
- No, not really. - Shall we be friends?
It's okay with me.
Cheers.
Cheers, Uncle Anders.
Cheers.
Yes, well... Cheers, then.
- Cheers. - Cheers, Uncle Anders.
- It's not so bad. - What'd I tell you?
Don't sit there, moping.
"It's not who wins or loses." Isn't that what one's supposed to say?
- You should visit me on Mallorca. - Mallorca?
My mom hates Denmark. She says it's always cold and rainy here.
- Then why does she want this castle? - You'll have to ask her.
I think I'll go to my room and rest.
- It's still early. Is something wrong? - I have no appetite.
- Good night, everybody. - Good night, Uncle Anders.
Good night.
Everyone thinks I'm like my mother, Søs, but I'm not.
- What kind of a guy are you, then? - I'm not as bad as I seem.
I have an idea. Let's take a drive after dinner. Isn't that a good idea?
- I'm not so sure. - C'mon. Say yes.
- What do you think? - It's just so beautiful.
- What a pretty necklace. - Thanks.
Do you have a boyfriend?
I'm sure a girl as pretty as you has a boyfriend.
No, not really.
I don't believe you.
No... no... no. I don't think we should be doing that.
Sorry.
You're right. We've only just met. I'm really glad I've met you, Søs.
I knew you were something really special.
These old books about the castle are really exciting.
That spot by the stairs came back every time they tried to remove it -
- and no one knows where it comes from. Isn't that weird?
I don't get it.
- Hello, hello. - Hi.
- Having fun? - Look at that spot. It won't go away.
Treachery...
Sounds like Uncle Anders is really sad.
- I'll go comfort him. - That's good, Per.
Here I come, Uncle Anders...
Look, Bodil. He's asleep. He wasn't the one who was moaning.
I wonder who it could be?
Don't be afraid, Bodil...
Treachery...
- Don't ever scare me like that! - Did you see it, too?
- Pardon me? - Did you see the ghost?
- Are... Are there ghosts here? - Are you afraid?
Not at all. Nothing can frighten me.
- What are you doing? - Pretending like nothing's happening.
"Thanks for a nice evening. Sleep tight, sweetheart."
I want to be on our team.
I think it's best that Søs and Uncle Anders play.
Uncle Anders? He can't play tennis. Shouldn't I play?
- He was junior tennis champ. - I was?
The trophy's in your closet.
- Did I win that? - Good morning.
Good morning, Madam von Grissenfeldt.
Good morning.
Don't worry, Mrs. Sejersen, I'm only a spectator today. It's doing fine.
Welcome to the second competition: A mixed-doubles tennis match.
The von Grissenfeldts lead, 1-0.
Uncle Anders must win now, or lose the castle.
Please prepare to get underway.
- Here you go, Søs and Anders. - We'll sit over there...
- Come on. - Good. Søs is playing.
- Did you score with her yesterday? - Sure. Now I'm gonna finish her off.
- She believes in a "one and only". - Oh, my God.
- Good match... Good match. - Thank you and the same to you.
- Thanks for the nice time yesterday. - Thanks for what?
What are you staring at? Let's get started.
Let the match begin.
First serve: Von Grissenfeldt.
Come on, Søs. The match has started.
- 15-0. - I'm sorry.
- 30-0. - Let's play some tennis!
Why are you acting so strange? Is something the matter?
The first game goes to von Grissenfeldt.
- Oh, no! - You old fool, you.
Yes!
- Didn't you say he was junior champ? - What's with Søs?
Game to von Grissenfeldt.
- No! - 0-30.
If they win this volley, they get to serve match ball.
- I know. - We need a miracle to save us now.
No! Why didn't he move? How could he let himself be hit in the head?
Are you okay, Uncle Anders? Can you hear me?
Did something happen?
Can you keep playing? Hello, Uncle Anders...
Uncle Anders is formerjunior champion...
Hello, Uncle Anders...
Wake up!
What's happening...? Where am I...?
- A ball hit you. Can you still play? - Yes, of course I can.
- The championship's on the line. - What do you mean?
The junior championship. Go away.
Match ball to von Grissenfeldt.
Go, Uncle Anders!
- What happened? - It was simply impossible to return.
- Game to Uncle Anders. - See? Uncle Anders rules!
- What'd I tell you? The junior champ! - Oh, no!
Mother...!
Oh, Ditlev!
Unbelievable, but true: Match ball to Uncle Anders.
- We must win the next ball! - But he's invincible!
Match to Uncle Anders!
I've won the junior championship for the second time!
- Shit! - We were playing to win the castle.
What castle? You mean that one?
- Who are you? - I'm Mrs. Sejersen. You know that.
How many fingers am I holding up?
What a lovely, little hand you have.
- Pardon me? - And your eyes... shine like stars.
They do?
You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Really...?
- Thank you. - Here I come... Here I come...
- Did we win? - I've just become junior champ again.
I am a champignon.
- No one's ever said that to me before. - What?
- What you said just now. - What happened to all the formality?
- I thought we only spoke formally. - Isn't variety is the spice of life?
We must win that dance competition!
If Søs can dance, make sure she doesn't compete.
- Oh, may I speak with you a moment? - Yes, what is it?
What happens, in theory, if one family doesn't show up to dance?
Then the castle goes to the family that is present. But, why do you ask?
- Just to know the rules a bit better. - I hope that helped.
It's this way...
This is where I saw it. It looks treacherous here.
- Show us the ghost, Per. - My goodness...
- Hello, where are you? - But there's no one here.
- It's not too friendly up here. - It's full of cobwebs.
Treachery!
- That sounded like Uncle Anders. - That's what I told you.
Is it you, Uncle? What are you doing up here?
It was just a pigeon.
Look!
What's in it?
It looks like some old music. It's a songbook.
Treachery!
- That's not Uncle Anders. - No, it's not.
- It's a ghost. - Is it a real one?
Come!
- A real ghost! - It's head turned all the way around.
- Kinda scary. - He wanted to tell us something.
Shouldn't we look in the book?
- I wanna see. - There's a song about Count Anders.
- Let me see... - What's it about?
It's about the time Count Anders was married to Signe Esmaralda.
- I'd like to hear that song. - Shouldn't we sing it?
- Oh, do you have a guitar? - It's called an "axe".
An axe?
Count Anders seduced young Signe, the fair
and the woods doth turneth to green
I'll build you a castle and you can be there
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
Count Anders sails off on the ocean so blue
and the woods doth turneth to green
take care of our castle, dear Signe, please do
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
Dear Signe presides o'er flowering fields
and the woods doth turneth to green
she flirts with the swineherd to him she doth yield
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
Count Anders returns to his castle, it's said
and the woods doth turneth to green...
- Is it over already? - I think it was a sad song.
- We never found out what happened. - Look: It's because a page is missing.
Maybe that's what the ghost was going to tell us.
Søs? I just want to thank you for the match. You play really well.
I also want to say I'm sorry. I was acting a little strange.
I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday.
Hi... Do you know where I can find Søs?
Get outta here. You're on private property.
My name's Peter.
- Haul ass or we'll call our mom. - I'm Peter, Søs' boyfriend.
- You're the nicest girl I've ever met. - What do you mean?
- I was sad when you turned me down. - I didn't turn you down.
- You didn't? - No.
That's good.
- There's no one called "Søs" here. - No way.
Look! Now it's burning. Let's go...!
Hey, what are you doing?
- Well, okay... - Don't leave.
Søs... I'm crazy about you. Give me another chance, won't you?
It's just that... I've just broken up with my boyfriend, so...
- It's a bit difficult at the moment. - Okay...
- Hey, Søs! - Peter! What are you doing here?
- What'd you say? Have we broken up? - Hi.
- That's Ditlev. - You must be Søs' ex-boyfriend.
"Ex"?
- Honestly, Søs. - You should have called first.
- It was supposed to be a surprise. - Peter... Your name's Peter, right?
Girls hate dumb surprises... Sorry to tell you, but...
...it's probably best that you go home.
Is that how you feel, too, Søs?
That guy's nothing for you, Søs.
How strange, him just showing up like that...
Itjust feels all wrong.
Are you okay?
You know what?
Shouldn't we go dancing in town this evening?
Do you feel like it?
What? A ghost in the castle?
- Ghosts don't exist. - Yes, they do.
- No, they don't. - It's true. We saw it ourselves.
Yes, it was Count Anders.
Have a look...
Yeah, yeah. Time for bed. Goodnight.
- What was that? - It was the ghost! Here it comes...
Let's open the window so the ghost can come in.
- No, don't! - Why not, Dad? "Ghosts don't exist."
- Hi. May I speak with Søs? - Look, a ghost with a sports car.
- Aww, Dad. Hi, Ditlev! - Aren't we going dancing?
- Can I go, Dad? - But it's after ten.
Just a couple of hours. Honestly, it's summer vacation. May I, Dad?
- I don't know if he's dependable. - C'mon, he's okay.
- We thought that about Peter, too. - Yeah, Dad, but that's over.
I'm on my way...
Hello, it's Ditlev.
- Ditlev? - No, it's the answering machine.
Leave a message after the beep. That's a good girl.
What is going on here? There's always some problem.
Good night... Oh, I didn't mean to scare you.
Me? No one can scare me.
Good evening. Pardon me if I frightened you.
Nothing can frighten me!
Especially you.
Treachery...
- What a nervous wreck. - Who?
Our "madame". It certainly doesn't take much to frighten her.
Well? Are you coming?
Wow! Check it out!
- Shall we dance? - We just got here.
- I want to see what you're made of. - Is that a challenge?
It's amazing, how much you look like the ghost.
Now I've heard everything. You children sure do have a lively imagination.
Is there something the matter?
Good evening, my good man. As I was saying...
But... You look just like me!
Don't be afraid. He won't do anything.
Treachery...
It looks like you're real good at that. Shall we have a drink?
Bartender, a bottle of tequila... They won't take your money here.
Ditlev...?
Ditlev? It's Mother. If she's a good dancer, get her drunk tonight -
- so she can't compete tomorrow. Understand?
Yes, you bet I do!
You look thirsty. Look what I've got.
- Did you miss me? - Aren't you gonna answer your phone?
Not when I'm with such a beautiful girl.
- It's your mom. - What's she want?
I think you know!
Ditlev...? Ditlev? - Mother?
- Hello? - She slapped me.
Peter... Wait! You musn't leave.
I'm sorry.
That Ditlev, he's such a jerk. I just didn't realize it.
You're the one I love.
Won't you stay... Please?
Søs... You sure are hard to figure out.
Time to get up!
- Good morning, Dad. - Good morning, Søs.
Good morning.
- Peter? What are you doing here? - I found him at the bus station.
Well... welcome. Where are the others?
- They drove into town with Uncle A. - They what?
Oh, no.
Isn't the steering wheel a bit loose on this model?
- Turn left there. - Left turn? Okay.
No, Uncle, the other left.
- Everything under control? - It's more fun when you drive.
Oh, that's nice!
Well, everything will be settled today.
- It'll be exciting to see who wins. - That's right. You never know.
Can you tell us which dance will be used in the last competition?
- Just so we can prepare a bit. - It's a secret.
You'll be informed at the time of the competition. You have guests.
Oh, yes. I'll be right there. Two seconds...
- Good morning. - Good morning.
What kind of parking job is that?
We're looking for this book.
But you've got it right there. Is this some kind of joke?
It's missing the ending of an important song.
- How can a song be important? - Do you have the book, or not?
- Here we have a very outstanding... - Who is she showing around?
Some insurance men.
But she doesn't know if the castle's hers yet.
- She doesn't waste time. - It's a magnificent castle.
Yes, it is. How long have you been here?
I became a chambermaid when I was 16.
- More coffee? - Yes, thanks.
There must be a lot to see to for a father of four.
Yes, but they also help out a lot. Do you have children yourself?
Hey!
- Excuse me. Please, let me... - It doesn't matter... I mean...
May I ask whether you meant what you said yesterday?
I think your hand is beautiful, too.
If you understand what I mean...
Yes... Yes, my hand's feeling just fine.
- I can tell we understand each other. - Yes, we certainly do.
Is there more coffee?
Well, these are all old, local folk ballads... Interesting...
- Look: The song's ending is missing. - We want to know how it ends.
Because Count Anders has become a ghost. We've seen it with our own eyes.
- Have you seen ghosts at Krageholm? - Its head turns around like this...
How exciting! They say ghosts are souls that can't find peace.
- Why can't Count Anders find peace? - Maybe the song ending will tell us.
We have another book...
- It's about time. - Let's see if I can find it...
- It's loaned out. - To whom?
- Oh, it's Knud Einer. - Knud Einer?
- He never returns his books! - Knud Einer?
- You squashed all his garden gnomes. - What the heck's going on here?!
- Pardon us. - Did you wreck all my garden gnomes?
- I'm afraid so. - We didn't mean to. We can glue them.
They're my wife's! She loves those garden gnomes!
We're really sorry.
You have no idea how happy you've made me.
What? You're glad?
I've spent the last 40 years wondering how to get rid of those damn things.
Then you show up.
- Do you want me to smash the rest? - No, don't bother, little Per.
- How can I ever thank you? - Do you know Count Anders' Song?
Count Anders' Song? It goes like this...
Knud Einer? What happened to the gnomes?
- It was these people from Copenhagen. - I didn't get to smash the rest...
We've terribly sorry. We'll replace them.
Say something!
- But we're in the middle of a song. - You and your confounded songs!
Don't worry. You won't have to pay so much as a dime.
Anyway, it goes like this...
The good Count returned "I am home," he said
and the woods doth turneth to green
but the swineherd he found in his marital bed
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
The rivals, they quarreled and fought head to head
and the woods doth turneth to green
at the foot of the stairs Count Anders lay dead
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
Down in the soil the count they did lay
and the woods doth turneth to green
li'I Anders was banished they sent him away
when autumn leaves branches so bare.
At the foot of the stairs was a spot, bloody red
and the woods doth turneth to green
"Treachery!" Was the last word he said
when autumn leaves branches to bare.
So they took Count Anders' castle from him!
- But they couldn't take his dance. - What dance?
Count Anders' Dance. Do you want to learn that, too?
- I've tied it up. - Good. Make sure Pernille stays here.
- Mother will be gone for a moment. - Yes, Mother.
Some ancestors we have!
I still don't get what this is all about.
It's all in the song. Count Anders was married to his Esmaralda.
While he was away she fell in love with a swineherd.
Then he slipped on the stairs and died.
He haunts the castle because it was taken from him.
His ghost can only find peace if you win the castle.
- Now I understand. - Our family is on the ghost's side.
Now we're going to win that castle, gol' dang it!
We have to get to that last competition on time.
It's more important than ever that we win the castle!
- I know, I know. - We learned Count A's Dance. Look.
I bet that will be the dance in the competition.
- Come on. - Pernille? Pernille, where are you?
Oh, Pernille's disappeared. We've looked everywhere!
- Has she disappeared? - Yes.
- Listen. Hannibal's in the cellar. - Maybe she's there, too.
- Where are you going, Per? - I have to find Pernille.
- Pernille? Where are you? - What a brave boy you have.
- It's so dark... - We must help.
- The other family? - One helps people in need.
What about the competition up in the ballroom?
Per? Where are you?
You can't see a thing down here...
- Per? - I'm in here!
Have you found her, Per? Is she down here?
- Say something, Per. - Here's Hannibal! I found him!
- Oh! What the heck was that! - Be careful!
- Hey, there he is. - I found him!
He's tied to the wall. Who could have done that?
I'm so sorry to have to leave you here.
What are you doing? Open up!
Sorry. I have to go up and win the final competition.
- But it can't begin without us. - If you're not there, you lose.
- That's cheating. You're lying. - There are no holds barred, sonny.
- The ghost is gonna get you. - Just let it come!
You seem to be forgetting that it was your relatives who killed the count!
You've lost your minds, all of you.
Let us out, Madam von Grissenfeldt. Now!
Sure. In your dreams.
I've never been so humiliated in all my days!
It's ten past four. I can't understand what's keeping them.
What is the last competition, if I may ask? We came on time, you know.
- May we tell them? - It's some kind of dance.
Is it a fox trot? Tango? Quick-step?
- Mother, where's Hannibal? - I don't know, darling.
Shh! Listen...
Help! Mrs. Sejersen, we're down here!
- Isn't someone yelling? - No.
Let's put on some music while we're waiting, so we can warm up.
Where is Mrs. Sejersen when we need her?
Maybe Hannibal can find Pernille, so she can came and let us out.
Can you, Hannibal?
Can you find Pernille? Find Pernille for us.
- Find Pernille. - It won't work.
- He doesn't understand what you say. - Yes, he does.
- There's no reception down here. - How stupid of us to fall for that!
Yes. How dumb can one be? "Help people in need."
- It's the others who are cowards. - See?
- It looks like a door in the wall. - What...?
Hey, Per, you're right.
Where can they be? I hope nothing's happened to them.
- One, two, three... Heave! - He-e-e-ave!
I don't think we can wait any longer.
But... Is that music I hear?
It is now five o'clock and the other family has not arrived.
Therefore the competition is finished. The von Grissenfeldt family has won.
Thank you so much! It feels all wrong to win without a fight.
Please take the key and the deed, and hereby Krageholm Castle is yours!
Shouldn't we wait? They're on their way.
- There's Hannibal! - Well... There he is!
- What happened? - We were locked in the cellar.
- She tried to make us come late. - Have you cheated?
No. That's news to me.
The case has been decided. We've been given the key. The castle is ours.
- You swindled us! - What does the attorney say?
You didn't come on time. It's in the rules. The case is closed.
It's rare that inheritance cases end happily for all parties.
- Aren't we going to dance now? - No.
Now that the castle is ours, will you be so kind as to pack and leave?
Thank you.
Quickly, please.
Have a great life.
Well... It was nice meeting you.
- I never thought she was like that. - Me, either. But...
Sometimes one realizes things too late.
- Need it really end like this? - I'm afraid so. Take care.
It's always hard to say farewell, but I must. I hope you understand.
- What do you mean? - Are you deaf? You're fired. Get out.
- What's this? - Didn't you say: Burn down the castle?
Not like that. They'll know we did it.
Then we won't get the insurance money. It has to look like an accident.
- How? - Yeah, how?
It's just so sad that we didn't win the castle.
More for Count Anders' sake than my own. We're all family, you know.
- Wave goodbye to the castle, now. - Goodbye, castle!
- Look, Mrs. Sejersen's waving, too. - Goodbye, Mrs. Sejersen!
Stop!
Stop the car, Dad. Something's wrong.
- It's dreadful! - What happened?
They're planning to overload the castle's old electrical system.
- Then the castle will burn down! - They cheat and deceive!
Treachery!
- Yes! - Someone ought to do something.
- I'm ready. - Me, too... That's that.
- Are they gone? - Yes. Come on in.
- What are these people up to? - Shall we call the police?
There's no time. We have to find the circuit breaker.
This way...
Is it working, Mother?
Yes. We're gonna be stinking rich.
We can live on Mallorca for the rest of our days -
- without ever having to see boring, old Denmark ever again!
Fantastic. Let's turn on the rest of the electricity.
Where's the main switch?
I have no idea.
Hey, take it easy!
- Have you turned on all the power? - Yes, Mother.
It looks like an accident. A brilliant plan.
- Something smells burnt. - That's the whole idea, darling.
- Try that big handle, Dad. - Yes, of course...
- What's this, Ditlev? - I don't understand...
- Isn't the castle going to burn now? - In a little while, honey.
Nothing can catch on fire now.
I know how we can scare those Grissefellers.
- How? - Yes, how?
Boo!
- I'll take care of it. - Hurry.
- Right, Mother. - Why are there always problems here?
Piss!
He fell for it!
- What's happening? - There's someone in the castle.
Nonsense! Like who? We've just gotten rid of all of them.
- But... - Do I have to do everything myself?
- Is there someone out there? - No... There's absolutely nothing.
What about the lights?
Now... We'll just sit here awhile and enjoy ourselves.
- What's that sound? - It's just some cats outside.
Pernille!
Hi, Per.
- I don't want to stay here, Mother. - First we burn down the castle, okay?
You don't belong here at the castle!
Don't be afraid. It's only us.
Leave this place. You don't belong at the castle!
It's coming from the painting...
Let's get out of here!
No, pull yourselves together. There's no one else in the castle but us, okay?
Now you look almost exactly like Count Anders.
Wait a minute... No, not quite. He needs a bigger stomach.
- Use this, Uncle Anders. - Fantastic, little Per.
Is it a ghost, Mother?
Stop that! Ghosts do not exist! How many times do I have to say it?!
- Treachery! - What's that, Mother?
It's Count Anders' ghost!
Out of my castle!
This... This isn't happening.
It's working! They think Uncle Anders is a ghost!
- Be gone! - Mother! It's coming to get us!
That was a real good idea, Per.
Treachery!
You, there... Stop that!
Damnation! Now I ruined everything.
- Now I get it. - Boo.
- I am a real ghost. - Humbug and trickery!
I knew it, you old fool!
So there they are! What poor losers. Shame on you!
Imagine, using cheap tricks to get hold of the castle!
Count Anders, where are you?
Show yourself. It's important!
- Don't be sad, Uncle A. - You did what you could.
What a lousy plan, huh?
Yes, time for you to get going.
Count Anders...?
Treachery...
So there you are...
Farewell!
Are you afraid because it was their family who killed you in the old days?
Wouldn't you like to finally find peace?
You're the only one who can really scare them. I tried, but I couldn't.
Imagine having to throw them out twice! How pathetic.
What's happening?
I thought we got rid of that old fool.
How many times do I have to throw you out of here, you old...
Ghosts don't exist!
- Let's get out of here! - No...!
Let's get away from here!
This castle is haunted! We've decided we don't want it! You can have it!
- What? Do we get the castle now? - What? Well...
- What did you do to them? - Count Anders scared them off.
- Now the castle's yours, Uncle Anders. - Really?
- Thank you very much, both of you. - Don't thank us. Thank him.
- What in the world was that? - The castle is back in the family.
Hey, Ole. The spot!
Come...
Now Count Anders will finally have peace.
- I have to go now. - Can we play again one day?
Sure we can.
- Hey, Pernille? - Yeah?
- You can stay with us, if you like. - I'm used to her. I'll be alright.
"Krageholm Castle Summer Camp"
There!
"Summer camp"?
The castle's being converted to a summer camp?
47 rooms and 3 ballrooms. That's a bit too much of a mouthful for me.
That's not a good idea...
It's a great idea!
Thanks for the best summer vacation ever!
Oh, that makes me so happy! You're the best folks in the whole world!
- I'll take good care of the castle. - I know.
- Will you all come and visit me soon? - Yes, I'd like to...
- But I don't think the kids want to. - Yes, of course we do!
When we come back, will you try not to fart so much?
Goodbye, Mrs. Sejersen!
Ruth? What did he mean by that?
You look like you could use a cup of coffee.
But Mrs. Sejersen, when did you become so friendly?
- I want to open the door. - That's fine, Per.
Home! Finally!
- Wait! Don't go in. - What is it now, Per?
Hello? Are you in there?
- He's not there. - Who?
Echo.
It's really nice to be home again without Echo.
Yes. In our nice, little house.
We really need to relax after a vacation like that.
Mrs. Sejersen...
Mrs. Sejersen!
Who could ever want more?
We've got a super father of four
though he always gets in the way
he's our hero at the end of the day.
Søs is irresistible
one kiss and all the boys are combustible
please don't forget me when the sun is shining.
Ole gets off on lots of noise
playing guitar in rockstar clothes
just turn it up there's no one who's minding.
Home with Dad no telling what will happen
there's room enough so why don't you just come in?
Who could ever want more?
We've got a super father or four
though he always gets in the way
he's our hero at the end of the day.
The traffic is so thick I cannot even think
I don't know what's left or what's right.
The exercise I get is on the TVset
or talking on the phone day and night.
Crowded knee to knee can't see the forest for the trees
always too busy with what we're doin'
could be that we ought to take a look around
get ourselves outdoors and start groovin'.
Come on, would you like to?
Up on your bike I want to show you
let's forget the time 'cause this is fun to do.
It's the open road for us couldn't stop if we tried
the larks are chirping nonstop as they touch the sky
a summertime adventure isjust the thing for Dad
when he sees the fun we're having it's gonna make him glad.
Today is such a sunny day it's bare feet all the way
through the fields.
The cows are looking good you never thought they could
munching on the grass as they stand there.
Strawberries and cream are better than a dream
puts that color in your cheeks red as apples.
Leave all your cares on hold the wheat is turning gold
as it reaches for the sky in the warm air.
Come on, would you like to?
Up on your bike I want to show you
forget about what time it is 'cause this is fun to do...!
FATHER OF FOUR Gets the Royal Treatment
Subtitles: Steve Schein Dansk Video Tekst