I suggest that we stop looking into this.
Whoever says happiness can't be bought, is lying.
He says you are the city's biggest gangster.
I'm not afraid of you.
There are many important men.
- Gordan? - The man is corrupt.
- They have heard nothing. - I know nothing.
- The goods have been ordered by Gordan. - Are all the invoices made out to Hjalmar?
I open my jazz club, you nab Hjalmar and enter parliament.
Who are you, you bastard?
I call that a headline with bite in it.
- Last edition. We close for today. - They have fuck all else for you.
Good evening, gentlemen.
I got the Justice Minister to drop the charges against you.
Of stealing confidential documents at Police Headquarters.
Sergeant Pedersen worked for Hjalmar.
People all the way up the system were purchased by Hjalmar.
- I didn't suspect that. - No, but it looks like it
I could fire you on the spot. You should be grateful.
Well I think that I like ... will resign.
-Will you resign? -Yes, I'll resign.
- Good. You have a month. - Thanks.
He has been here for 20 years! It was my fault.
- You are sacked from the editorial department. - The senior level is corrupt.
- I can prove it, I have proof. - Let it now be.
- Just give me a few days. - This case is completely dead.
You have 1 / 2 hour to get out of the editor's office. Then go.
20 years, it had taken me to achieve the position I had.
But within one month, I am scandalised-
- And accused of an innocent policeman's death.
Vissing, I have evidence.
That is your brother, right?
- Is he in Hjalmar's gang? - No ... yes.
What is it then? Yes or no?
If I had known it, I would not have worked on it.
You won't like it? Gylling and Eve have got engaged.
Miss Eva Lund and I have got engaged.
We'll get married during in March.
And until then I will say to the briefing-
- That Miss Lund continues as editorial secretary.
Congratulations.
Bjarne, you must be careful. There are many who are dissatisfied with you.
And I can't continue watching over you.
Eve?
The tasks we have in this country, we must solve.
So here we are. In the middle of the century.
Cheers.
Imagine that you wanted to pull with me throughout all these years.
I have promised you so much, that you have never got.
- But then I got so much more. - I'm going now.
- Are you leaving us sit alone? - You seem to look after yourselves.
- Who are you going to be with? - We are going to Helga Krog's place.
- Then have a really good evening. - Thanks, Mom.
Lisbeth, we stick together. As a family.
- That's what we've always done. Right? - Yes.
Well goodnight, my doll. Have a Happy New Year.
A drink, little brother?
Tonight it's just you and me ...
... and Lisbeth.
- What did I do? - What did you say?
- I was right. - You were right. What did you say?
I think both of you are right. Totally.
- What are you talking about? - I don't know.
Listen to this it here. Shh!
I'll never heard better music. Ever.
Chip's sister, Geena, is the most beautiful woman I've seen.
The most beautiful. But, but ... she is a negro.
Geena could dance. The way she felt the music ...
So I had to learn to play.
Understand? Do you understand?
Then Geena became pregnant. By another jazz musician.
Come on. Come on.
Goosebumps. I can feel the goosebumps.
Why are you standing so far away?
It is very important in jazz clubs.
It is more important than gold. It IS gold. It IS gold.
Do you understand?
It is a church where people can be completely themselves.
- What the hell are you laughing at? - A church!
Do you understand? And we are the priests.
What the hell is happening?
People pass us their concerns and air their souls .
- You're right. - Yes, I'm right.
Bjarne, damn it! Bjarne, now I've had enough!
We must start some clubs together, you and me. Shall we?
Where is Ole?
Six! Five! Fire! Three! Two! AA!
I haven't seen you before.
I am not how you think.
Inside me lives an innocent girl who dreams of meeting the only one.
- What's your name? - Topsy.
Topsy ...
What about you? Tell me about your plans.
- You are in them. - Who am I?
You're a famous actress. You play ...
Nora? Phèdre? Miss Julie?
At the Royal. Together with Reumert.
What about you? Who are you?
I am an editor. Editor in chief.
- On the Social Democrat? Yes, perhaps!
We have a house. In the country, out of Copenhagen.
There will be two bathrooms.
- Why two? - One for us and one for kids.
- We have five kids. - Do we now?
Five little filthy pups.
We can see them from the kitchen window while we drink coffee in the morning.
- Five? So I become really big. - No, you won't.
-I am a good father. I don't cook!
But, I can cook.
Happy New Year, Arthur.
- What the hell is wrong? - Nothing. Are you with me?
Isn't Svend Aage coming down to dance?
Come on.
Svend Aage, it's only New Year's Eve once a year.
Get out of here! Scram
- Svend Aage. - You heard what he said.
- Off with you. - Let me be.
Is there anything I can do, Svend Aage?
- One of them has betrayed me. - Should I reel people in?
- Get it settled? No!
Look at them. They rake it in.
They are loaded with money. Take your ass from you.
All together.
It all falls apart. Do you know when it started?
When Ole came in. I wonder what kind of agreement they have.
Him and his brother.
And Svenne. The front pigs.
Stab people in the back.
I thought Lillian was yours now.
But maybe, she bears grudges because you hassle her husband.
Lillian doesn't love you. She's just after money.
There is no one who loves you. Who else is in it?
Who can you trust? Look at them.
Look at Carlo. Can you trust him?
And Curly. Who else is in it?
And Red. Look at him. There is no one who loves you.
Lillian doesn't love you. Who else is in it?
There is no one who loves you. Who can you trust?
Away, damn it. Get out!
Get out! Get out! Now it's out!
Hjalmar, damnmit.
- What are you thinking? - My parents.
They don't know, I've sprent New Years with you.
Dad says you are out to harm him.
And it's the only reason that you are with me.
It is a lie. I love you, Lisbeth.
He says you will scandalise him.
Your father is involved in something very serious.
- He covers for the black market. - It is not true.
I love you, Bjarne.
- Dress. - Haven't you learnt to knock?
Arthur! He is busy.
- Stupid motherfucker! - Arthur, cool it.
Where the hell would you be without me?
I get you work, food, booze, fags, women.
Have parties for you.
- Is it true? - Yes.
Yesterday morning at 6 o'clock there was one who tried to kill me.
In my own home. While I was asleep.
Where were you last night, Ole?
- I ... played music. - Are you sure?
What are you doing with my Topsy? Are you sleeping with her?
Are you lying and whoring with my Topsy?
- Can I borrow your knife, Svenne? - It's fucking gone.
Well.
Here it is.
I found it under my chair.
I found your knife in MY chair in my home.
Where you have whored and drunk and partied. Isnt't that right?
Svend Aage you ... You think, bloody hell not ...
Red, you know me! Carlo?
Curling? I could never do that ...
I'm pulling you from Topsy.
Why should I have to do something?
Why force to me to do something?
Now I have fucking lost my appetite. Get out! Scram The lot of you!
Ole, you stay here and help.
I ...
- I can't help more. - You had a choice. Once.
Before you became a Nazi. Before you showered me with counterfeit dollars.
Now you belong to me. Do you understand?
Let's put him in the back.
- Well, how was the New Year otherwise? - Fine. It was fun.
But it was a little late. Theatre People, you know.
You weren't at Helga Krog's.
No. I was with Bjarne.
Do you think that, you're a good actress?
I think that I have talent for it.
You know, Lisbeth, it requires concentration and willpower-
- To be good at what you want.
- It requires need. Sacrifice. No? - Yes.
We are dreaming of seeing you at the Royal Theatre.
In major roles. Nora and Phèdre and Hedda Gabler.
A real actress. Not a frivolous little girl.
Do you have it in you?
Are you willing to sacrifice what it takes? Are you?
- Are you?! - Yes.
Do you love Bjarne Madsen? Do you?
Di toy want to be a wife of a journalist on the Social Democrat with 3 screaming kids?
Can you say:''This is what I want''?
While saying:''I have talent''?
Can you?
Can you do it, Lisbeth?!
It's one thing to lie.
And another thing to lie to yourself.
- Am I disturbing you? - I'm organising my files for my successor.
- We could nab them all. - Hey just tell the police about it.
- So they stay here months out? - So this the end, yes.
I'm staying on it, until I've found something.
Bjarne?
- Don't come. You are dismissed. - Yes, I understand.
It is also my job that's at stake. So long.
When I'm done with this stuff, I'll buy myself a petrol station.
I've been driving a car for 20 years. Workmen, housewives.
- A gas station? - And what do they have? Petrol.
Then I'll be on a bypass and sell petrol and strike up a chat.
- Forget this shit. - Do not you think ... it's deep enough?
The carpet too? It can be traced.
You can't be serious. You could have said it before.
It was easier to pull it off here. It's you who could have done it.
- What the hell are you doing? - Hjalmar does not trust you.
Take one end. We must have the rug.
- We have it covered! - He doesn't trust you.
- You are a Nazi. Like Svenne. - So shoot dammit.
The only thing I'm trying to get is somewhere to play my music.
- Down on your knees. - Arthur, we really should be friends.
Down on your knees! Down!
- Now. Say goodbye, Ole. No!
"I don't want to die. - You don't want to die?
"I don't want to die. -You don't want to die?
No!
- I can protect you from Hjalmar. - Yes!
I can protect you. If you do as I say.
- Say:''I agree.'' "I'm with you! I agree!
I'm going to let you live. So you owe me a favour.
It is Arthur with a message for Zemich.
It didn't work out. But Sven swallowed it.
He is out there in Gribskov.
Attemosen. Path 30. He is here.
Excuse me, Mr
I think you should know that there is someone in your room.
I ... thought it was someone else.
Who?
I have not had a good day. I'm just tired.
- What the hell happened? - Nothing.
- You look like shit. - Shut up.
"I need your help now. "I can't fucking help anyone.
I need some information on Hjalmar.
Forget it. I'm off. I'm done with Copenhagen.
- Travelling? Where are you going? - I just need to get out of here.
Fine. So go. What should I tell mom?
She has waited for 10 years. Is this the thanks? What about me?
You, Bjarne? You'll manage.
The little model pupil. All cheered when you opened your little mouth.
''No, look, he's talking.''''He's got character.''
Me? I am 5 years older than you. Do you understand?
I've never been able to take so much as one right step.
Hjalmar cut Svenne's throat.
I've just been out and buried him.
- Fuck it, Ole. - If it comes out ...
There will be 20 men who'll claim it's me.
I don't want see it on the front page tomorrow. Understand?
It doesn't look like it. I just got fired.
- Why? - Now try to listen.
I'll see to Hjalmar, life gets easier for you.
''We''won't see to anyone.
- All right, forget it. - What is this information?
Something that is palpable.
Lisbeth's father is involved but can't I write about it. But he has a subordinate, Ramsing who is up to his neck.
- I know him. The fat pig. - Give me something on him.
Public Prosecuter Dam Jensen? Sergeant Walter.
I've searched for your department.
We appreciated your information on the crime squad.
We got a tip-off over the phone. The location of the site was accurate.
- His name is Sven. Svenne Christoffersen. - Said the man on the phone?
Yes. And it was Hjalmar, who killed him.
Those who say you can't buy happiness, are lying.
You are Svend Aage Hjalmar, I suppose.
Public Prosecuter DamJensen. And this is Sergeant Walther.
- Dav. - Hello.
- How can I be of service? - Do you know Svenne Christoffersen?
Yes, he works for me.
Well, what has he done now?
- What should he have done? - They're from the police.
Should we not call a spade a spade?
Yes. What what are you saying, Walter? Should we call a spade a spade?
Yes.
- But what is it with Svenne? - You'll hear more from us.
Gordan is here.
My dear Dam Jensen, I come to invite you to a dinner.
- The Minister of Justice is coming. - I've had the pleasure once.
I think we would be on very good terms with each other.
- What can I do for you? - Svenne Christoffersen.
- Rumour has it he was found dead. - That's right.
I'm a little curious. Are there any suspects?
- Svend Aage Hjalmar. - Hjalmar? Interesting.
- What are these rumours? - They spread like wildfire.
''Listen to the rumours, but use your judgement.''
A tip from an old fox.
The case has been blacked out. That's why I ask.
Hjalmar knows of course.
Well, I should not take more of your time. Could I see the report? Informally, of course.
Sorry. I have been appointed to lead an inquiry.
But don't mention it to anyone. Then I'll know it comes from you.
Well, we'll see you on Kitty's birthday.
So he jumped in.
- Hello? - This is Ole. How are you?
- Who is it? - Ole.
- It's Bjarne. - I have some information.
Say he would call more often.
- I should say ... - Billy from the Kronborg.
The boy is a male hooker.
- He is in with Ramsing. - Sergeant Ramsing?
Vissing, listen here.
Billy. Tractor boy. 17 years old. The Café Kronborg brothel.
Ramsing gets paid for his services-
- With sex with Billy. Who is behind this? Hjalmar.
Do you know what's the best? Billy wants to talk to us. The source is anonymous.
- Doesn't that give you pause for consideration? - Any story is good enough.
Where do you know this from? Your brother? Lisbeth Gordan?
Or a document you happen to have stolen?
How many people are you going to destroy?
Nobody. I will reveal all this mess.
Fine. Do you just keep believing in your system.
Let Hjalmar kill, Ramsing misuses youngsters and ...
I forbid you to move on this. The case is closed.
Otherwise, I am sure that you are ...
I will what? Get fired?
Fine. Fine.
What are you doing? You can end up in jail for this.
... you must go away quickly.
There will be someone coming to interview you.
- You've got the chance. - Hello? Billy?
- I am now. - You've never been here.
... Away Frade!
-Would you like to know? "We could go to Jutland.
I have my friends here.
- Is it Ramsing you're talking about? - I earn my money here.
Will you let the journalist ask questions?
- Those people are dangerous. - Arthur looks after me.
- What did Arthur promise you? - It's none of your business!
You've had the chance. Go. Find someone else to be the father to.
Jesper ... I ...
You are foreign to me.
You could fuck my ass for a 20.
I have customers.
Vissing ...
Come in.
Haven't I seen you before? You look so cute.
- How would you feel? - I'm only here to talk.
- First time, huh? - I mean it.
It costs 20 for whatever. Sit.
- What's your name? - Billy.
- No, your name is Jesper Vissing. - My name is Billy.
- Is it you who knows Ramsing? - Well, it's you.
Arthur said there would be one.
It is Ramsing. First, I suck and ...
You're sure it's the same Ramsing?
- He gets it to fix the police. - Who gives?
Hjalmar. It is his business. Do you smoke?
- It takes off the edge. - No but, thank you.
- What's your name? - Bjarne.
Don't be shy, Bjarne.
- Where's your mother, Jesper? - Billy. Not Jesper.
- She took too much. - Too much what?
My mother fucked all of Nyhavn. My dad went when I was born.
Then he showed up suddenly. So we had to be family.
- Was it 47? -''I was going to school.''
Why should I? So I couldn't make money.
No!
Who would look after me? Arthur found this for me here.
- Did Arthur ask you to talk to me? - Daddy. My sugar daddy.
Was it you who called Dam Jensen about Svenne?
Was it? Come on.
Was it you who called Dam Jensen about Svenne?
Wait.
You or Arthur? You or Arthur?
Want to convince me that it was Arthur?
Hjalmar's right hand man?
Why would I believe a little Nazi?
His ... ribs.
What was wrong with his ribs?
- Come on! - He'd broken them.
He was hurt. He couldn't even lift.
Arthur had sore ribs? Is that what you're saying?
- He called from a phone booth. - Hjalmar kicked the knife attacker.
He is full of bullshit. He's lying!
It was Arthur Næslund.
It was a little hard to explain what I wanted with the '47 collection
One more thing.
You and your brother keep away from my daughter.
Ole?
- Turn off the lights. - For fucks sake!
- What happened? - Nothing. What does it look like?
I was interviewed by Lisbeth's father. I should say hello. - What did he want?
He wanted to know who had gossiped to police about Svenne's murder.
You know, I have a home for you tomorrow.
Come here.
See it here for yourself. ''Nazis helping brother.''
That's what I always will be. Nazi Ole Madsen.
I'm want to be gone from here.
Good evening, Mr Police Commissioner. Sit down.
Well, did you find the knife attacking pig?
- Yes. We found him. - It's a damn shitty story.
- It wasn't Ole Madsen. - Of course it was.
No. It was Arthur.
Since it failed, he shifted the blame onto Svenne.
- He tried to kill them. - Arthur was a freedom fighter.
It's irrelevant, what everyone was.
The bottom line is that you have made a mistake.
The bastard! I'll kill him! Where is he? Get out!
- Find him, the bastard! - I can't.
- He disappeared without trace. - Then find him.
I've tried, but it's impossible.
Zemich apparently has other plans.
You have made a mistake, and you must pay for it.
Now you can choose.
Dam Jensen, do you know who's on his way?
- Hello, gentlemen. - What can I do for you?
Yes, I would like to get something off my mind. This is my lawyer.
The time is 07:46. The suspect is under arrest.
Go ahead take a seat.
''It must be communicated to you that-
- Car dealer, Svend Aage Hjalmar is alleged-
- To be involved in the illegal importation of goods and bribery of officials.''
Hjalmar''has been in the police spotlight-
- Prompted by revelations by Bjarne Madsen and H.C. Vissing of the Social Democrat.''
And it has been written by the Police Director.
It's a trade off.
If there is more to it here, there should be.
Welcome back to the Social Democrat, to you and Vissing.
Gentlemen ..