MONOPOLY
Mads Skjern has thrived ever since settling in Korsbæk.
He extends his business with a factory by the railroad -
- on land which was supposed to be turned into a park.
But the memo about this has vanished from the mayor's office.
Secretary Lund, whom Mads helped with his finances, -
- is in trouble again. Skjold Hansen from Korsbæk Bank -
- is still out to get Mads. But Mads feels untouchable.
His son Daniel, however, cannot live up to his father's ambitions -
- and runs away. Mads dotes on his adopted daughter, Ellen, -
- whom lngeborg had with Holger.
lngeborg doesn't tell Mads that Holger has returned as a Nazi.
ln the Varnæs family, there is once again commotion about Elisabeth.
She has publicly supported the abortionist Dr. Leunbach.
Elisabeth is at odds with several of the family's acquaintances.
Former maid Agnes, who is pregnant, also thinks she's gone too far.
Red puts up the German poet Herbert Schmidt, -
- who has been jailed by the Nazis.
Varnæs ends his affair with Ulla, -
- who is fixed up with a job at the District Bank by Arnold Vinter.
They lead the dance at Violet's school, where girlfriend Agnete -
- makes accusations of Ulla. She also accuses Mads -
- of dirty dealing in connection with the plot of land by the railroad.
Skjold Hansen's daughter lben returns from Germany, -
- where she was to be married. She is interested in Kristen, -
- who sticks by Elisabeth. They get together again -
- after another row, this time over her brother Gustav, -
- a young conservative who has been in a riot.
IN A PINCH
SPRING 1936
It's like a real Harley Davidson. Wait till you hear it.
- There are too many to pedal. - Oh, yeah?
- Ulrik! Stop that! - He's got to use his energy.
What does he have physical education for?
Ulrik! Put that bicycle in the yard.
What do you think you're doing, making such a noise?
That boy is getting more and more unmanageable. Are you coming?
- No, I'm going the other way. - Mrs. Holm said you were welcome.
It's nice she wants to save my soul. But sitting quietly, -
- listening to confessions, that's not for me.
- You sound like Hans Christian. - Good he doesn't buy that nonsense.
Are you calling the Oxford Movement nonsense?
You can tell them l said so.
- Are you coming, Viggo? - No, paying church rates is enough.
- The Consul's always there. - I don't want to hear your nonsense.
Sharing. You should try it.
Everything that irritates you comes straight out.
- God himself is present. - Is God in the sewing bee now?
You should come. You're probably brooding over something.
Wouldn't you like to know?
Instead of missionizing here, why don't you try the town clerk's wife?
- She never goes out without him. - Maybe you could get him too.
Why do you want them to change, when you don't want to?
They need it more. lf you want a ride to your salvation, now's the time.
Sit down. lt's a boy, of eight pounds!
This is my round, Boldt. l even feel like buying you one.
It was all over in seven hours.
Herbert's my witness. The most beautiful baby in Korsbæk.
That must be after his mother. But the father looks all right.
lt was hard for Herbert and me, too. We had to sit on the steps.
Why didn't you go into the hall?
That enormous baby carriage Herbert bought is in there.
- So there's four of you now? - Five, with Agnes's mother.
You can't plan world revolution in surroundings like that.
- No, I'll probably go to Norway now. - What?
- A comrade offered me a cabin. - You can't just disappear like that.
I can sleep in the first-class carriage on the side track.
I've been thinking, would you like to come to dinner?
- Marie's waiting with cabbage rolls. - I wasn't thinking of you.
Thanks. Mother-in-law's got enough to do with Agnes and the baby.
- But can your wife ..? - Katrine always has enough food.
Nine. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Chance.
''Your dog has attacked the milk boy. Pay 10 kroner for new pants.''
- There's real drama in Monopoly. - The milk boy's welcome to them.
- Keep your money from the bank's. - Can one never relax?
Four and three makes seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Bülowsvej.
- That's for sale. - Who has the other green ones?
- Me. And l'm not selling. - Well, l'm buying Bülowsvej.
- 1 40 kroner. - I offer you 300.
- Don't sell. Then he can build. - I'll wait. He'll give in.
Do you think so?
Two fours, that's eight.
Strandvejen. And I have another go. Nine!
- Carlsberg. - Wait! Strandvejen first.
- That's 16 kroner in rent, please. - Do you own Strandvejen?
All right, here's 20 kroner. I want four back.
Yes, but l must ask you not to move so quickly.
- And Carlsberg. ls that for sale? - Yes. For 150 kroner.
- I'll buy it. - Is that wise, Colonel?
It's my turn. Two two's.
Chance.
''lt's your birthday. You get 10 kroner from each player.''
- Happy birthday. - There you are.
And I have another go. Seven.
- Hvidovrevej. - Which is for sale for 60 kroner.
I'll buy it, and l get 200 for going past Go. That's 140 ...
No, here's 360. Give me a 500 kroner bill.
- You're getting a nice pile. - Yes, l'm doing well.
Oh, no.
Right, my turn.
Eight in all.
Let's see. One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
- Gammel Kongevej. That's mine. - Didn't you throw eight?
You moved nine places. You should be on Bülowsvej, and I own that.
- I want 10 kroner in rent. - 10 kroner here and there. lt adds up.
- Doctor ... do you cheat? - Never. Only when I'm found out.
Eleven.
- To Gammel Kongevej. - That's mine. 12 kroner, please.
- But l wasn't on Hvidovrevej. - No, l am.
- With a green car? - Yes.
- No, it's blue. - Heavens, l took the wrong one.
- I was on Vimmelskaftet. - And we gave you birthday money.
- And you shouldn't have had 200. - So where are you now?
- What do the rules say? - There are no rules for a total mess.
- You just owe me 12 kroner. - I should have been on Hvidovrevej.
I already have Rødovrevej, so I could have built a house.
What a mess, Maude!
- I'm terribly sorry. - We must learn it first.
And we have to carry on. Hans Christian, you get another go.
Eleven.
- ØK, that's vacant. l'll buy it. - You have DFDS and Øresund.
- Yes, things are looking up. - What about mine?
You just stay where you are, that's it. You must learn to use your eyes.
- Don't our glasses need filling up? - What emotions in our small town.
Monopoly and the Oxford Movement. It's almost too much.
- More cake, Mr. Schmidt? - No, thank you ...
Yes, Red. You have to eat for two now.
Even Fatty would be full now. I had three helpings of sausage.
Then you can put the coffee on. We'll have it in the parlor.
- Thank you ... - Here, Quick, so the wife won't trip.
Yes. You have to take good care of your wife.
Shouldn't you be entertaining your guests?
- I wanted to see if I could help. - That's the first time in 40 years.
- What are you up to? - What do you think of the German?
- Nothing wrong with him, is there? - No. But Red doesn't have room.
- Certainly not now. - Well, lngeborg's room is empty.
- So we have. - He is kind of a Red.
And the Nazis in Germany put him in jail.
- Then he must be all right. - Is that how you see it?
How else?
- Well, no ... - You can get the German's things.
- lf he wants to stay here. - Will you let him stay here?
We could do with another man around the house.
While l note down the positions you write your names on the envelopes -
- and put in your money and deeds, so we know where to start again.
- What about houses and hotels? - The bank has noted where they are.
- What a brain! - lt's exciting.
And it reveals many new sides of even one's closest friends.
- Good night. Coming, Doctor? - Of course. Miss Elisabeth?
- I'll stay and help to clean up. - Then I'll see you next week.
Now that we're alone, Doctor ...
- You must help me. - I'm your friend and doctor.
Sell Grønningen to me. lt's my only chance of getting houses.
This kind of dealing is against the rules of Monopoly.
- But not against rules of friendship. - I'll be frank.
In everyday life l'm your friend, but ...
- 500 kroner, and Carlsberg. - What if l land on Grønningen?
Free of charge the first three times. You drive a hard bargain, Doctor.
lt's impossible for me to grant you that loan. Such a large sum.
I always thought you understood.
My understanding, or the bank's, has gone far. You have a loan already, -
- over two years old, l think. Here it is.
You haven't paid it off. In fact, it's increased.
Because you haven't paid interest. And we have a large bill -
- from Skødt the furniture dealer. And a lot more.
How can you expect me to lend you a further 20,000?
- There's my house. - Which is mortgaged to the rafters.
So l don't understand how you can ask me for this.
Would it help if I had a word with your brother?
He's an ordinary member of the board of the bank.
- But l can't stop you talking to him. - There are other banks in Korsbæk.
Are there, for you?
The Consul and Mr. Skjold Hansen asked me why l left Korsbæk Bank.
I see. And what did you answer?
I'm sorry, you don't owe me an answer either.
- Well, they buried the old mayor. - He was an old man.
Wasn't it beautiful? An oak coffin, too.
The old mayor had style right to the end. There's goose.
Two goose, and the wine list, please.
Certainly.
- We're just having coffee. - We didn't eat before the funeral.
- Your benefactor is dead now. - What do you mean?
- Don't take any notice of Viggo. - I can recommend number four.
- Yes, yes ... Half a bottle. - We'll move to this table.
Allow me, madam.
- You can sit over there, Duckie. - May l?
Wasn't it a beautiful funeral? The mayor was a fine man.
He valued Godtfred highly. Yes, he did. And it was mutual.
- I don't doubt that. - The mayor was a wonderful man.
- Godtfred has been really upset. - We all have to go. He was 81 .
The new mayor is a social democrat.
He doesn't give Godtfred any peace, day or night.
You're in the soup now, eh?
- What's so funny, Viggo? - Weren't you going to that meeting?
- ln half an hour. - She's been saved. Tell Mrs. Lund.
It's sharing, Viggo. Viggo refuses the hand of the Lord.
- You can't get me. But try Mrs. Lund. - Oh, yes ...
We're a group of ladies. You are most welcome ...
- That meat looks delicious. - We didn't eat at home.
- You should come along to the dean. - Creditors hounding you again?
- I've been invited to Mrs. Meyer's. - Sharing.
The women stand up and confess their sins. Good thing it isn't us.
- My wife has nothing to confess. - No, you can let her go without fear.
- I don't owe you any explanation. - Let's put it another way.
How much do you owe the District Bank, and Mads Skjern?
- The bill, please. - Take it easy.
My interest comes from honest motives. lf we imagine -
- that you considered returning to Korsbæk Bank. In that case ...
We would have to find a way to settle your account with the Skjerns.
- Why should you? - You could be useful to us.
- Now that the mayor is dead ... - But why now?
Because we know that the mayor made that note disappear. Right?
You wouldn't dream of doing that.
And no one can blame you, now that the mayor's no longer with us.
What do you mean?
If that note was found again, -
- and you could prove that Skjern pressurized the mayor ...
- How? - Don't act naive.
There are ways of putting pressure on people. You know that.
It's on me.
lf it were a matter of reorganizing your economy once again.
I'll ignore your bill in Skjern's Store. Then maybe we could discuss it.
Provided you start living within your means. But 20,000 kroner, -
- which you can't possibly pay off? My brother would be mad.
What about you? One good turn deserves another.
20,000. ls that much, against the risk of having your factory pulled down?
My dear Mr. Lund, no one is pulling that factory down.
- lt stands where l've put it. - Maybe not with you as the owner.
- How's that? - Bribery. A scandal.
- Damages. - I employ 50 people.
I brought life to this town. Finding damaged parties will be difficult.
The Møhge ladies. They were promised that there would be a park.
- And their lawyer ... - Skjold Hansen.
lt won't do him any good. I acted in good faith. So did the town.
- Nothing has been recorded. - No. But there was a note.
- Not at the Town Hall. - What if there was?
I have your word that there wasn't.
- The mayor was responsible. - Yes, and the note was gone.
- What if it was found? - Where?
In the mayor's papers, for instance. And if Skjold Hansen sees it ...
Which he might, if he lent you 20,000.
I didn't say that.
And maybe he will also settle your account with the District Bank, -
- like the District Bank settled your account with Korsbæk Bank.
Then you would be sitting pretty. Is that what you think?
There are enough figures to prove that you've exploited your position.
I can be pushed a little by Skjold Hansen. The District Bank, too.
But you'll fall, and you'll stay down before you smear the late mayor.
- It's just that l'm in dire straits. - I suspected that.
I even think l can tell you what your new difficulties are.
- You have no idea. - The 20,000.
Could they by any chance be missing from somewhere else?
Am l mistaken when l say that you've taken a little here and there?
And that you put the money back when the auditors came?
Then took some more, covered it up. And now ...
- You can't keep it up. - You're implying ...
It'll be entirely your own affair, unless ...
Unless you threaten me or my brother again about our honesty.
The phone's right there. And I know the new mayor's number.
- I'm at my wit's end. - I understand that.
It'll be dangerous to drive through this jungle of hotels and houses.
lt only costs 200 kroner if you land on Danish Steam Shipping.
- One appreciates small mercies. - Your throw, Doctor.
Eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Saved.
Chance. Smile, goddess.
''Go to Rådhuspladsen.'' Some goddess you are.
- With a hotel, that's 2,000 kroner. - I have a cousin who lives there.
- Should the bank lend a hand? - No, I'd rather be free and poor.
Four 500 kroner bills, please.
- Sorry, there's only three. - Telephone for Mr. Varnæs.
Excuse me.
- We can we play on till it's his turn. - It is his turn.
Yes?
Yes, of course l want to talk to you. What?
Yes ...
See you soon. Goodbye.
- Has something happened? - No, it was just about a meeting.
Dr. Hansen just told us about a performance at the Post House.
- Two vaudeville shows. - Is one of them ''No''?
Yes. And the second one is ''The Third'' by Hostrup.
We're going too, aren't we, Hans Christian?
Yes, of course ...
- A cup of coffee? Or a drink? - Let's go for a walk instead.
- I'm going to have a baby. - I see.
- You take it so calmly? - You've often said l'm a coward.
Cowards always expect the worst. The responsibility is mine.
Thank you for not asking me if it's true.
It's a shock, of course. But we're not completely stuck.
- I don't want this child. - You don't want it?
- We loved each other. - ln our own way, yes.
What do you mean by that? Don't you believe in my feelings?
For the little box with Ulla on it, yes. Hidden from your family, your job.
Just hidden. Enough for me, but you could never acknowledge the child.
- I'll have to. lt's yours and mine. - Outwardly it'll only be mine.
You'll buy birthday presents and deliver them in secret on hasty visits.
It was good enough for you and me, but not for a child.
- I'm going to have it removed. - That's a crime.
- Your sister-in-law doesn't think so. - I don't know anyone who ...
If you've got money, you can always get an address.
- But who do you ask in Korsbæk? - Ask someone in Copenhagen.
- Your brother, for example. - Jørgen?
Why do you think he ..?
Yes, maybe.
- I'll try. - Hurry.
- So you'll call me? - Don't you want coffee?
- Can l drive you home, then? - I'd rather cycle.
Is that wise? Throught the woods? Now?
And I thought l could go home.
- Just a routine visit. - I'll deal with it without the coat.
Sit down.
One can take things too lightly.
My dear Colonel, your blood pressure, heart and kidneys are -
- what the Ministry of Defence can demand of an officer of the line.
So you say. But my legs, Doctor, they hurt sometimes.
Vanity, Colonel. l told you before: You must have wider riding boots.
- There's something with my eyes. - Really? Hard to see small objects?
- What do you mean? - You choose larger ones more often.
Colonel, you're quite a character, but as a patient you're commonplace.
You expect your doctor to translate everyday trivialities -
- into exciting diseases with Latin names.
- Can you explain in plain language? - You need cheering up.
What are you doing on Thursday night?
Write in your orders for the day that we're going to the theater.
Are you training for the award for the nimble-fingered?
- I just want the free tickets. - Marie wants to go too.
I'm taking my grandchildren. And you, Red?
I leave such dubious pleasures to the capitalists.
- Who are the actors? - Boldt, read who's in it.
Hannibal Kagl's Theater Group. Erik Olskov, Annie Kagl, Vicki Halli.
Aage Kai Thomsen, Hannibal Kagl, Knud Hyvang.
Never heard of them. Nobody famous?
There isn't anyone else.
- Hey Red, you could send Agnes. - I could take your wife for free.
She'd prefer to go alone, or stay home with the baby.
- You could look after it for a change. - I'm going to a meeting.
- So is Herbert. - Exactly.
Daniel's done his history. You can ask him about it.
- Does he know it? - He did when I talked to him.
- That's fine, then. - It took him all afternoon.
I've got other things on my mind.
At the moment it's just gossip. About Godtfred Lund and the factory.
l never liked that man. Why don't you put a stop to those rumors?
They come from Korsbæk Bank.
If they want to ruin you, all the more reason to sic our attorney on them.
- It's not that simple. - It helped the last time they tried.
lt's more complicated now.
- It's not true what they say, is it? - What?
That you paid them at the Town Hall to forget about some covenant.
- Where did you hear that? - From Ellen.
- A boy said so at school. - When?
- It's more than a week ago. - And you didn't tell me?
- I didn't believe it. - And?
I told Ellen to tell that boy that he could be punished for saying that.
- I told Dad you know your history. - Will you?
- Not tonight, son. - Did you ask, Daniel?
lf we can go to the theater on Thursday?. Please.
l think you can. We'll all go together. Won't we, Mads?
What do we get out of settling Lund's accounts with the District Bank?
- Information which can ruin Skjern. - Nobody wants the factory closed.
It provides jobs. And as for your solicitude towards Aunt Møhge ...
We'll start proceedings in her name and bring the witnesses into court.
- What witnesses? - Godtfred Lund.
When he remembers the minute that got lost in the mayor's office.
The town clerk will save his own skin. And the mayor's dead.
So, in order to ruin the Skjern family's reputation you'll smear the mayor's.
He left neither wife nor children. He was a weak, vain, senile old man.
- And Mads Skjern used him! - I don't like it. Nor will the Consul.
Do you like the fact that this bank is falling behind?
- Because of these new arrivals? - When did you arrive here yourself?
More than 20 years ago. But l'm still as clever as they are.
Excuse me. l think it's my brother. Yes. Hang on, Jørgen ...
I guess we've finished anyway.
Yes, Jørgen. Thanks.
And he's a doctor?
If it's safe, it's not too expensive.
That was kind of you, Jørgen.
Thanks.
- I used to live over there. - Are you from this town?
l've been with the infantry, too. I have to buy some stockings.
Come on, baby.
- Mrs. Arnesen! - Arnold, is that you?
- I'm the buyer here, Mrs. Arnesen. - My name's Miss Halli now.
- Are you visiting your father? - No.
I'm here with Kagl's Theatre Company.
We're performing at the Post House tonight. l'm an actress now.
- I thought you went to college. - l did, for a while.
Do you have any good silk stockings size 9-9 1/2?
I recognized you right away. By the dog, too. How old is it now?
Let me think ... Daisy's nine now. She's my best friend.
Stand up and say hello to Arnold, who used to walk you.
She's behaved so strangely since yesterday. She's been sick, too.
Oh, no, not again. I'm so sorry.
Don't worry. We'll take care of it, Mrs. Arne ... Miss Halli.
Will you have these? 4,50. It's best quality Bamberger silk.
lt must be something she ate.
Thank you. I'll have to carry her.
If you want to see the show, I can leave two tickets at the desk.
Thank you, Mrs. ... Miss Halli. I'd love to. Goodbye.
Isn't that the colonel's delinquent daughter? So she's come home.
With a new man, apparently.
- Wasn't that Albert's wife? - Yes, l think so.
- With a strange man, too! - Albert's dead, Mother dear.
- Who was that? - Ghosts from my past.
Go!
- I can't. l have to work tonight. - Do l have to go alone?
You've got the children and Elisabeth with you.
Yes, but afterwards. We always have a bite to eat at the Post House.
I'll see if l can make it, Maude.
Kagl's got the only room with a bath.
- He says we can use his bath. - Just so he can watch you.
Not me.
There's a gentleman asking for you.
- You got my card, then. - Yes. You haven't changed at all.
- And Daisy's still alive? - More or less. She's not well.
Unfortunately, l'm not a vet. Shall we?
There's a table over there.
- Two sherries. ls that all right? - I'd rather have coffee, please.
- I'm going on stage. And here, too. - Stage fright?
- No ... yes. Did you talk to ..? - The old fool? Yes, he's coming.
- He doesn't know, does he? - No, you wanted it to be a surprise.
Otherwise he'd never have come. Don't you think ... when he sees me?
- I've got two leading parts. - I hope you know them by heart.
I've traveled all over the country with them.
And bathed in the glory of the footlights?
Yes, when the footlights worked.
- Are they kind to you? - Yes, but ...
- But what? - It's hell.
THEATRlCAL PERFORMANCE ''The Third'' & ''No''
Thomsen ... In ''No'' we exchange those pictures for whatever we have.
- Use the green portière ... - And the red furniture?
No, there's not enough room for it. Yes, Miss Bang?
The medley in the interval, sir. Do we take Wagner?
That's too highbrow for this town. Take ''Danish Film Tunes''.
Miss Vicki, one moment.
That dog. There's been a complaint that it's been sick in the room ...
- It's ever so ill, sir. - This is not a dog circus.
- If it isn't well, it'll have to go. - But where?
You're an actress, not a cry-baby. Thomsen, that lamp ...
Now we know who's sitting in the front row.
Olskov, get changed. You're on stage in 15 minutes.
Excellent. All the expensive seats are full. Miss Bang, to the piano.
Dim the hall lights. Lights on the pianist.
Clap, clap, dammit.
There was no letter for me, just one for Mother.
My heart starts beating when l see one of those red-coated postmen.
Karl promised to write.
But when men do business, they forget us.
Isn't that ..?
l'm so restless. Father and Mother can't understand what's wrong.
Father says, you must stitch and sew
work and work as best you can
if l have to sew when am I to dream?
Father dear, that won't do at all
Mother says you must be educated
she brings me scores of books
oh, what can those books teach me
l have enough thoughts in my heart.
Father will not grant me an hour
he wants to see industry everywhere
l'm so busy, l'm so busy thinking
day and night are not long enough
- My coat! - Wait. Why are you leaving?
It was Victoria. You knew! You've tricked me, humiliated me.
- Relax or you'll be needing a doctor. - I'm getting out of here ...
Come with me and have a drink instead.
DOCTOR
- Was it bad? - Just go.
- Is there anything l can ... - Don't talk. Just take me home.
All right.
Curtain up! What's this? Is it that dog again?
- We think it's eaten some make-up. - I hope it chokes on it.
This isn't a kennel, it's a theater.
- I can't keep it in my room. - Take it to the cloakroom. Come on!
Feeling better? Let's go in and watch ''No''.
- It's just one act. - Do you want to kill me?
lf you die, it won't be from watching a play. It will from those ...
- Just go and watch that ... play. - Oh no, you'll just run away.
We'll stay here and wait for her.
l'll need something to keep me going.
Two coffees, please.
lf everyone's judgement of a play was reduced to the smallest amount
yes or no would be enough with no beating about the bush
it wouldn't be taken too seriously but we hope you found pleasure
in a trifle and you wouldn't answer our hope with a ''no''!
we hope you found pleasure
in a trifle and you wouldn't answer our hope with a ''no''!
- Where did she go? - We'll see her in the restaurant.
Go in with Thomsen. Go!
- It'll soil your costume! - It can't get any dirtier.
Come on!
- They want to see the sexton again. - Nonsense, it's my wife and l now.
Footlights, man, footlights!
I think they're keeping piglets backstage.
- Is there a vet in the house? - Get out!
My little dog is ill.
- What's wrong with it? - Are you a vet?
No, but l've cured piglets often enough, so l think l can handle this.
- You're in a right state, eh? - ls it bad?
No, but you'd better come home with me.
Yes, Quick, it's your old girlfriend.
Herbert, you'll have to move your precious writing, l need the table.
- What will you do? - What l do when the piglets overeat.
Hand me the emetic.
Thanks.
There ...
- Yes, it tastes nasty but it helps. - Can l ..?
No. Hand me the newspaper, Mother.
There, there. Yes, that helps.
There's Mrs. Kagl's stick of grease paint!
You can stop crying now, Mrs. Arnesen.
My name's not Mrs. Arnesen any more, it's Vicki Halli ... on the poster.
What a life. Traveling around the country like that.
Never mind. l've been fired now. Heavens, the costume ...
I thought it was the Danish national costume ... Herbert Schmidt.
- Herbert's a poet. - Really?
- That's what Katrine and he claim. - You ... We need a cup of coffee.
Herbert Schmidt ... Didn't you write this book -
- that came out a few months ago, ''The German Song''.
- Was that you? - Yes.
I borrowed it while l was on tour. Suddenly l understood many things.
I saw it all before my eyes. Nazism. Even though you don't say it directly.
I expect that's why they burnt the book in Germany. Where did he go?
- Does he write poetry, too? - Yes, in German.
- Why does he live here? - It just happened that way.
Mother thinks we should look after the poets there are.
She's right.
It's nice here.
Oh, that stupid wig.
Be careful, Quick will eat all your locks ...
- Never mind, l won't need it again. - We don't want any more sick dogs.
Do you want it, even though you've read it?
Thank you. I'll read it many more times.
- You've written a dedication ... - What's he up to now?
- You'll have to read it yourself. - Can't you read German?
Yes, but if l read it I'll just start crying again. Please?
''Were l but a dog with a nose and four legs -
- then beautiful women would weep for me and kiss my mouth. ''
''But l am just a man not a dog. ''
She's crying all the same.
- Miss Halli's suitcase is ready. - Please tell the colonel I'm here.
Oh, there he is.
- Has Victoria been found? - Yes, she's fine, and so is the dog.
Might l ask where?
She spent the night at Oluf Larsen, the pig dealer's house.
- Where did you say? - You heard me perfectly, Colonel.
How did she end up there? Nothing surprises me any more.
There's something even more amazing ...
- She wants a lift back to your place. - Well, it is her home.
She hasn't noticed that the past 3-4 years, has she?
Let's get moving!
- Will you never go back to Germany? - The day it becomes very different.
Will it ever be any different? Won't it just get worse?
I have to believe it will. Shall we go and look at the animals?
Like this? I'll make the pigs squeal.
- Another day. - Another day?
Yes.
Come in. Lord Almighty, it looks like a military maneuver.
Colonel Hachel. Mrs. Larsen, l presume.
You presume correctly. We know you, Doctor.
- 68. - Is that a name, too?
Give me the suitcase, so Vicki can get changed.
Vicki's changing in the living room, so I'll offer you a cup of coffee here.
Aren't you Herbert Schmidt? l've read your book. Your poems, too.
The German poet Herbert Schmidt. Colonel Hachel.
My pleasure. What are you doing here?
- I live here. - Why don't you live in Germany?
- I can't stay there. - Herbert's fallen out with Hitler.
Let me.
It's been ages, you old fool.
Yes, yes ...
Please sit down. You too, Mr. 68.
Thank you. And why have you fallen out with Mr. Hitler?
- Now l know you again, Daddy. - How's that?
- You ask the stupidest questions. - Victoria!
Let's have some peace now. May I? Small word, big issue: Peace.
That hill over there. I captured it during the fall maneuvers of 1921 .
That's strange, because it belongs to us.
I led the right flank and we moved through the kitchen garden there.
l remember the mess you made.
- What are they talking about? - They're exchanging war memories.
For 15 years l've had a bone to pick with the people -
- who trampled over the Brussels sprouts and the cabbage!
Madam, l'm at your disposal.
She's got the better of the old warhorse.
- Have you been to church? - Yes.
And now were going to Grandad's.
- I think it's a very bad idea, Mads. - She deserves it.
Ellen's the best in her class. She's good at everything.
She mustn't feel she's better than Daniel.
This way Daniel will know what to expect if he makes an effort.
- But this is Daniel's greatest wish. - Now he'll see how he can get it.
- Is that for me? A pony! - A pony.
That's what you get if you work hard.
Thanks, Dad. You're the best dad in the world.
- Where does that horse come from? - Come on, Daniel. lt's for you.
That's what you get when you're a good and kind boy.
She bought it with her own money. And she's usually such a miser.
- You're doing fine on your own. - Says who?
Only Mrs. Olsen could have made that lunch.
But my factotum lacks something you've got.
Like the way you pour coffee. Oh, now what?
Mrs. Lund? Come in.
I don't know where to ask, so l've come to you. Have you seen him?
- Your husband? - Yes, Godtfred!
Has he gone missing?
I haven't seen him since yesterday morning. I've asked everywhere.
- What do they say at the Town Hall? - They saw him last on Friday night.
And the police? Here's coffee.
- They say they're looking for him. - They're sure to find him.
What if Godtfred is dead? Murdered? Such things happen.
I'll call the police. Maybe they've got news.
Maybe he's killed himself. He's been so strange lately.
He's worked so hard for the new mayor ...
- The police might know something. - 108, please.
Is the Chief of Police there on a Sunday? Oh, good.
This is Mr. Skjern, the bank manager.
Hello, sir. Mrs. Lund, the town clerk's wife is with me.
Really? What a coincidence.
Yes?
Yes. l see.
At home? Yes.
I'll tell Mrs. Lund. Goodbye.
- Have they found Godtfred? - No, but the police want to see you.
- They're waiting at your house. - Perhaps they've got news.
Thank you for helping me. Goodbye, Miss Friis.
Our sons study in Copenhagen. l haven't told them.
I think you should call them when you get home. Goodbye.
- Poor woman, with that husband ... - Has he killed himself?
- No. We can be pretty sure of that. - But he was in a financial mess.
You don't empty the Council's safe before you commit suicide.
Apart from what he's taken up to now he took 88,000 kroner Friday night.
What's the council doing with so much money?
Taxes ... which for some reason didn't get to the bank. Excuse me.
The owner of the chocolate shop, Elna Makkegaard, has left town too.
The curvy woman with the flashy dresses?
Apparently, she's been sharing her curves in secret with Godtfred Lund.
Yes. l see. Well, one might have known.
The chocolate lady? No, he's been discreet about that.
Fortunately, we have his house as collateral.
- What's happened? - It's about the town clerk.
- I'll be there in 15 mintues. - What happened?
Godtfred Lund has disappeared with Korsbæk's cash box and a woman.
- Heavens. Poor wife. - Yes.
- Where's Dad going? - He had to go to a meeting.
Are you pleased with your horse?
- Not quite, perhaps? - If only Dad had given it to me.