Hjalmar, I have a wife and ch. ..
You can trade this evening. Adelgade 16.
Curious, or what?
- Black market. - Is there someone pulling the strings?
- Can you prove it? - Then I would probably be lying on a beach.
- The faces are gone. - Go away.
- No. Tell me what you think. - You are very beautiful.
The bodies have been in the water for at least a month.
- He's lying. - The devil is lurking in the dark.
For he is hidden. Hjalmar manages it all.
Nobody does anything without Hjalmar knowing.
- I trusted Svend Aage. - One man is pulling the strings.
A spider. In the midst of his web.
That damn journalist, Bjarne Madsen ...
Who told you to take him to Hjalmar?
I met him among the lost souls at Kronborg.
- What is he up to? - I’ve told you.
- Not him! Zemich. - I don’t know anything about that.
- What is Zemich up to? - I don’t know.
Damn it! what is Zemich up to?
Good morning. What are you doing?
- Your mom has washed the curtains. - Because Ole is coming.
- Are finished soon? - What about helping out?
- I can’t reach the damn...! - You can ...
- But, shut u. ..! - Is anyone answering the door?
- The door! - I'm on my way.
Have you found a girlfriend?
No, I'll wait till you get old enough.
Have you got them? Fine, then go in and decorate.
- Do you have any idea what time it is? - Ole doesn’t come home every day.
- No, thank God. - Remember, it is with the DC3.
- It’s in the evening! - I can find another place to live!
- You can help out. How about a song? - A song?!
- Yes. How about a Nazi song? - Stop it!
You get a bit of the cheese. I take a piece from the edge.
This cheese was your favorite. Both of you.
Here you go. It will be like the old times again, right?
- Do you hear? - Yes. I’m off to work now.
Volmer Olsen disappeared a month ago.
His wife goes to the police and is rejected-
- Although she has a witness that drove Volmer out to the ship.
And Ramsing and Pedersen didn’t write a report.
- What are you blabbering on about? - Volmer is dead.
Ramsing and Pedersen refuse to do anything, in spite of the testimonies.
And then Hjalmar told Lilian Olsen that she won’t her husband again.
Why would he say that, unless he knows that Volmer's dead?
- He was found in the Øresund sound. - It's guesswork.
- Hjalmar controls the entire underworld. - Have you met Hjalmar?
Weasel took me to a party, I met Lillian Olsen there.
She had lost her husband, whom she really loved. A good father.
Did you tell her that you’re a journalist? But of course you were planning to tell her?
They were constantly chatting about their successful crimes and coups.
Esrom Municipality Office.
- That case was dropped by the police. - The other ones I haven’t even heard of.
No they aren’t known, and there is no case on Hjalmar and Volmer Olsen.
- Do you know where Lilian Olsen lives? - Down there.
G’day, Lilian. This is my colleague H.C. Vissing.
I have nothing to talk to you about.
- Yesterday you told ... - I say things when I'm drunk.
But, you weren’t drunk Lilian.
You asked for help. You know your husband is dead and ...
- What is going on Lilian? - We want to talk about Volmer Olsen.
- It's me. - Are you Volmer Olsen?
Come inside. Do you want a beer?
Honey, go get some beer.
- Well, so you know Lilian? - A bit, yes.
- What kind of stories has she been telling? - That you were dead.
She says weird things when she’s drunk. Don’t you darling?
She has also been hospitalized. At an asylum.
- Right, darling? - Yes.
- I don’t know why she lied to you. - She was scared shitless.
- Yes, she was. - She's hiding something.
- Have you seen Volmer Olsen before? - No.
No, I would argue, none of us have. Yet.
There’s been a murder, and it’s not being investigated.
- I don’t know anything. - No. But we do.
A certain Volmer Olsen disappeared a month ago.
Why are you suddenly silent? An honest cop like you?
- Volmer Olsen? - Volmer Olsen, yes.
Come on.
Volmer Olsen. He’s apparently been convicted multiple times. Small matters.
He worked for Hjalmar, Hæleren and a Rudolf Novak.
Do you see now? Is he dead?
- Damn it, I don’t know Vissing. - Who knows?
- Gordan knows. - Gordan?
- Shh! Go. - If you find more, call me.
- Police Commissioner Gordan? - He’s in a meeting.
- Yes. Can we make an appointment? - Sorry, it’s not possible.
Two officers have refused to take a statement in a murder case.
- Is it you again? - I’m here to talk to ...
... my father? Do you have a name?
Madsen. Bjarne Madsen.
Mr. Madsen got me to buy it. What do you think, Dad?
Beautiful.
- I just wanted to show it to you. - You won’t get it before Christmas.
- I’ll wear it a bit. - No ... oh, ok.
Thank you, dear dad. Please don’t work too hard.
- Farewell, my sweet girl. - Bye, Dad.
Thanks for your help.
I saw you in a movie the other day. You were very convincing.
Thank you. If you’re interested, I currently act in Frederiksberg Theatre.
We could say Friday night. So long, Bjarne Madsen.
- I apologize. - We thought it fair that you get the opportunity make a statement.
Two police officers refused to write a report, when a woman reported her husband missing.
- Does she want to tell her version? - Nej. We are wasting our time.
The two cops are working for Hjalmar.
Copenhagen's biggest black market trader.
Crime of that extent doesn’t exist in our small country.
It's a romantic myth. I have no more comments.
Goodbye.
- Either he's lying. Or he’s stupid. - And he’s not.
- Weasel? Wasn’t it Weasel? - I didn’t see.
Weasel?
Weasel!
- What the hell do they want him for? - I don’t fucking know.
Sorry, I'll call you at the Police Headquarters.
I am about to reveal a black market murder and police corruption.
It comforts me. So you are not such a bad journalist-
- As your article might indicate.
- Wasn’t it flattering enough? - You haven’t really dug into my past.
I let myself be persuaded not to proceed.
It is a known truth that all wealth is amassed through crime.
There are circumstances in our recent past, that we have come to forget.
You are right about that. We making German uniforms.
Wehrmacht, SS. Also for the Hipokorps (The german controlled police).
Yes, finally.
- But we didn’t produce weapons. - No, but ...
Yes, there’s no doubt that it was collaboration.
Come here.
- Well, how are you doing? - I feel fashionable.
This is Professor Schøtt. Former member of the Freedom Council.
And this is Bjarne Madsen, from the Social- Democrat.
- Mr Schøtt, it is my honor. - I told him about our uniforms.
Well, did you also tell him what we were using the profits for?
5,000 machine guns for the Resistance.
Companies that cooperated with the Germans were sabotaged.
Yes, but when he was asked to produce uniforms-
- Vanbjerg was a trusted member of the Resistance.
Shouldn’t we continue in my office?
You produced uniforms for the Germans, with the acceptance of the Resistance movement?
Freedom Council wanted to negotiate directly with the Germans.
Vanbjerg was an agent. He was in danger of being liquidated by those-
- Who didn’t know about his ... Danish sentiment.
Our negotiations bore fruit. The Danish losses on the 4. and 5. of May were small.
Without Vanbjergs participation, we wouldn’t have escaped so graciously.
Why haven’t you gone public with this story earlier?
In 45 the talks were very sensitive, so we kept them secret.
Vanbjerg agreed to act as a man with a tarnished reputation.
We are making some considerations, that I wish to tell you about.
A fund which will come from my private funds-
- To establish colleges all over the country.
Education is the backbone of the society we want to build.
It sounds sympathetic. How much are we talking about?
- 16 million crowns. - 16 million?
Gentlemen.
- What happened? - The police dropped him off.
He’s been in detention for drunkenness and disorderly conduct.
Who beat you up!? Ramsing and Pedersen?
Let us not dwell on past sins.
We need the name of Volmer Olsens’s driver-
- That drove him out to the boat. Do you know who he is?
If it was possible to procure that information...
... it would be as valuable as gold.
Oh yes, of course we’ll pay.
"Apples of gold in baskets of silver are words spoken at the right time."
- When can we get that name? - Gentlemen.
I pull the strings and see whether the bells are ringing.
- As valuable as gold. What the hell did he mean? - Don’t ask me.
- What do we do now? - We wait.
- I could get Lillian to testify. - Yes, if you want to waste your time.
Lilian?
- Aren’t you going to wave? - No.
- Can you see him? - Nah..
- He is probably not there. - Why wouldn’t he be?
- Wave, Bjarne. - Who should I wave at?
There he is. Bjarne, look! It’s Ole.
That's my boy. Ole!
Ole.
Come here.
- Come inside. - The food is ready.
Kind of a small place?
I remember it being much larger.
There is the old one.
- You haven’t tasted this in 10 years. - Meatballs?
With the current prices, we haven’t either.
This is what you get from kissing the ass of the western powers.
- Send the snaps around Asmus. - Still a communist?
So, Ole. Start with herring. Here is the rye bread.
Where were you, when Denmark needed you?
- In America. - He was in America.
It’s possible to get anything there. Cars. Jewelry.
Decent newspapers. Mom, you can get some nice clothes.
- Something youhaven’t even dreamed of. - Is it true?
- Why didn’t you stay there then? - Look, we completely forget to toast.
- And say welcome home. - Thanks.
- Cheers. Welcome home. - Cheers.
Asmus, show him ... Do it now.
- Now when you’re home ... - Here.
- What is it? - Your trade union card.
- Asmus has put in a good word for you. - At the warehouse.
- It's a start. - I'm not joining a union.
- You’re not joining a trade union? - I have other plans.
Do you come here and think you’re better than everyone else?
- What is that? - 25,000 Danish crowns.
- Currency Smuggling. - No, of course he’s earned them himself.
I’ll open up the first real jazz club in Copenhagen.
I lived in Harlem. Met a beautiful black girl.
Who would have thought? Me and a nigger.
- Mom, what's a nigger? - So! Eat now children.
Her brother, Chip, taught me to play.
Stop now. Can’t you see mom is crying.
- She also cried when you left. - Okay, I'll find another place to stay.
No, Ole. Come and sit down. Bjarne wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor.
- Right, Bjarne? - Ok.
Come and sit down. Ole, sit down now.
Yes, time for us to eat, together.
The factory over there ... Can you remember?
We climbed onto the roof and threw stones at people.
Dad was mad. We were ...
- ... "Grounded" a whole week. - Stuearrest.
- It's called stuearrest. - Yes. Can you remember?
Those loos, do you remember that girl. Mona.
Mona with the tongue. Your first kiss, little brother.
What a start.
- She is dead. - Who?
Mona. She died in a concentration camp with her entire family.
Damn it, it will be alright, little brother.
(Can we get some rest!)
- Morning. - Good morning.
- Have we heard from Weasel? - No!
Madsen! Then we are all here. Vissing, would you?
Yesterday at. 16.30, Take Bek, 6 years old, disappeared.
Son of a laborer Villads Bek. The Police are suspecting Irving Detlefsen.
- He’s previously been suspected of luring children. - Pig!
Restrict the sports coverage. Miss Lund?
Any judiciary and social angle should be covered.
When will the Copenhagen safe for working class children?
I want a comment from the justice minister.
Jochumsen, you know the Detlefsen Factory.
I want interviews with the employees.
- I’ll bring Vissing. - No, we need someone for the radio.
- Radio? - Yes, you’re on radio duty today Madsen.
Radio-Madsen.
Today lngeniør O. Lundgreen became a doctor-
- on the basis of a dissertation on the calculation of cylindrical shells.
The committee finds that it is not possible-
- to abolish the fuel rationing.
That concludes the first broadcast from the Ritzau Bureau.
I've got two tickets for the Fredericksburg Theatre tonight.
"Closed Doors" by Sartre. "Huis Clos" in French.
- I can’t. - We could also just have a drink.
Mm, yeah ...
Continuing with the second Ritzau Bureau broadcast.
A Copenhagen taxi driver is in custody-
- for complicity in the robbery of the Farmers Bank.
Bjarne, we need to talk.
Am I disturbing you?
A taxi driver has been arrested for driving for two bank robbers.
Could the taxi driver be Volmer Olsen's driver?
Take Bek was found this morning at Tokkekøb Hegn.
- Is that him? - Yes.
He played on a playground. Then a nice man came and offered him candy.
He was just a trusting child.
He didn’t even know that such people exist.
Then he just left with the man.
And then he never returned to his mother.
One day you will also have children. Take good care of them.
Dead, dead, dead. Neither the knife, poison or rope.
It's already done.
We are doomed to be together here forever.
How comical. Forever.
Well, so we will continue.
Yes?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Come in.
- Thank you this evening. It was ... - My name is Helga Krog.
Sorry. My name is Bjarne Madsen.
So, what do you think? Don’t hold anything back.
- I found it ... - You got bored.
No! Absolutely not. It was very ... interesting.
- Were you not moved? Touched? - Yes, yes.
What did you think of my performance?
I think that you were ... wonderful.
I don’t think you fully understand it, Mr Madsen.
An actor's wardrobe is the closest you get to the truth.
- Are you prepared? - Yes, I should think so.
No, I don’t think you are. You have to be absolutely sure.
- Are you ready? - Sorry, I don’t understand ...
No...
I think you have to leave.
Do you want to go somewhere? To Johs?
- I’ve never been there. - Give me a few minutes.
We’ll have two pilotjuice.
For how long have you been an actress? Do you enjoy it?
Was it your choice? Do you always get your way?
Yes. Do you dance?
- I never learned it. - Then just follow me.
Champagne! Let's get some champagne, or what’
Go ahead. Take a seat.
Bjarne! Bjarne, dammit!
Little brother.
- Damn you look good. - Miss Gordan, this is Ole Madsen.
- Excuse us a moment. - See you, Miss Gordan.
- What are you doing here? - Saying hello to Miss Gordan.
- No, with Hjalmar? - Exchanging some dollars.
- He’s the biggest gangster of the city. - The fat one?
- Are you stupid?! - His rates are good.
- Yes, and he kills. - So I should better stay away.
I'll be careful.
- Who is that girl you brought? - You must stay away from Hjalmar.
- Who the hell is Hjalmar? - Was it your brother?
He's a funny guy. Let me guess. You are the serious one?
Time for champagne.
What about toasting? Let’s be drinking brothers.
Oops, what do you want? Come on now. Cheers.
- Do you know about Mussolini? - Yes, I’ve heard of him.
- The jazz musician. - He wasn’t a jazz musician.
Indeed he was a jazz musician. The jazz musician Romano Mussolini.
- The son. - Is he a jazz musician?
It's true. That is why the father did what he did.
"Stop playing that niggermusica! Beat the drum!"
"Why you play niggermusica?"
"Adolfo, what should I do? My son plays niggermusica!"
"You punch him. I’ll occupy Poland."
Adolfo"!"
- Isn’t it amazing? - Yes.
Father is a fascist and kills off half the world.
Ends in a lamppost where people can piss on him.
And his son plays jazz.
What were you doing before the war?
Dance. Yes.
Give it to me now.
Good to see you again.
Come, Bjarne.
Follow him.
- Hurry. - Come on!
Hard ass!
My little brother can throw a decent punch.
- Taxi! - Lisbeth!
- Where are you going? - Home.
- But not yet. - Wait a minute.
- Can I see you again? - You never know.
- Thanks for a really fun evening. - Thank you too.
Wait, wait a minute.
- Thanks for a really fun evening. - Thank you too.
- You keep your fingers away. - Who? Her in the taxi?
Yes, of course. Amager.
So, what if she would rather have me.
Okay.
How the hell did you become so pigheaded?
- Fuck off, I’m not. - What are you doing in that shitty paper?
- It's not a shitty paper. - We could do something together. The two of us.
You could join me in my jazz club.
Earn some money. Every night like this.
What should I play? The typewriter?
I do not know. Spoons. You and me. The Madsen brothers.
When we can beat up an entire nightclub. Come on, little brother.
- Shut up with the "little brother". - What do you mean?
- You're my damn little brother. - Yes.
I’m off to work.
- Now? - It's morning, Ole.
What the hell, You’re sitting here?
Yes, we woke early and made you coffee.
I realize what you've been up to. Baboons.
You were worse than a full sack of fleas last night.
- My two big boys. - Well, I must go.
- Where's my coat? - It looked like hell.
My notebook!
- I found him. - Volmer Olsen's driver?
Yes, and I know who the two guys from the sound are.
Try to look here. It's blood. Dumdum- bullets.
With such a bullet there’s no face left afterwards.
Keep on going.
Volmers driver is called Gustav. He drives for people in the underworld.
Gustav was hired by the Volmer Olsen that night.
He’s told it will take all night.
He picks up Volmer Olsen up and drives him to the boat.
But on the way they pick up another person. Rudolf Novak.
He came from Hungary and tried his luck as a gangster.
Volmer Olsen worked as a bodyguard for him.
Gustav sees them greet Hjalmar and Arthur.
Then they go on board, and the boat disappears into the darkness.
Gustav waits behind the shed over there.
Then the boat returns without Volmer and Novak.
What actually happened, no one knows.
But tall of them knew each other.
They've probably been on the deck, small talking and freezing.
Nobody did anything before Hjalmar signalled.
Perhaps to Arthur.
Lilian Olsen seeks out Gustav. He tells her what he knows.
She comes along to the police headquarters and speaks with the two officers.
That told her Volmer had run away with another woman.
But they were worried and let a false Volmer Olsen appear.
- Yes but what were they going out there for? - Gustav didn’t know.
But Novak seemed nervous. He had said they would be rich.
- Congratulations. Your first front page. - Thanks.
- It is only the tip of the iceberg. - Bjarne, I love you.
- Eva, what the hell. - Listen to me now.
I shouldn’t have kissed you. From now on, it’s only work, we’re colleagues.
- I will control myself. - Fine.
- Congratulations, Bjarne. - Thats it.
- Cheers, Bjarne. - Cheers.
- You communist, what are you doing? - Get out!
You pink collar proletarians!
I'm proud of you kid. Shall we set about overthrowing the government?
Please come to the office.
Last night police arrested søfyrbøder Arne Hansen.
He is charged with the murder of Rudolf Novak and Volmer Olsen.
- It reeks. - They have the killer.
They’ve had him under suspicion for a long time.
Because of today's revelations, the police had to take action.
It is arranged. Did you get hold of Weasel?
Søfyrbøderen owns the ship they use to smuggle.
He takes the fall. Hjalmar walks. I won’t stop here.
Who said anything about stopping?
I can’t know everything my reporters are up to.
It’s the søfyrbøder. The one that was at Hjalmar’s place.
Now, is Lillian Olsen coming.
There he is. Volmer Olsen's driver, Gustav.
May we have peace in the courtroom.
- You look like one of them. - May we have peace in the courtroom!
- You ARE one of them. - May we have peace in the courtroom!
- Will you please sit down. - You should just take it easy.
Nothing will happen to you. Just answer a few questions.
Can I just do like this.
- The accused is mentally unbalanced. - But he has already signed a confession.
- Yes. - What does accused’s attorney say?
- Nothing, my Honour. - Proceed then.
Did you kill Volmer Olsen and Rudolf Novak on the 13. of Oktober?
- Yes. - Did it happen on the boat Elo?
- Yes.
If you could just sit down.
Is this the gun you killed the victims with?
Yes.
The accused’s fingerprints are on the gun.
What about the motive?
- Why did you kill them? - They were collaborating with foreign powers.
He was completely normal at Hjalmar’s.
- What powers? - Evil, evil powers.
The accused was observed with Volmer Olsen and Rudolf Novak.
This is confirmed by Lillian Olsen and Gustav Rasmussen.
The file is now presented. The court is set.
- Madsen, calm down. - A farce! Not one word about Hjalmar.
The søfyrbøder takes the fall.
Lilian Olsen was with Hjalmar yesterday in Johs.
- What were you doing on Johs? - They are all bought!
Walter, is it? Covering up some murders?
You don’t understand? Excuse me.
Until today, I thought the police would solve crimes.
Shut up, damn it!
Someone called and asked for you. Said he had found gold.
Can I get it?
- Do you know where Weasel lives? - Look over there.
Weasel?
Weasel