I suggest we stop looking into this.
Whoever says happiness can't be bought, is lying.
He says you’re the city's biggest gangster.
I'm not afraid of you.
There are many important men.
- Gordan? - That man is corrupt.
- You have heard something. - I know something.
- The goods have been ordered by Gordan. - Are all the invoices made out to Hjalmar?
I open my jazz club. You nab Hjalmar, and end up in the Parliament.
Who are you, you bastard?
I call that a hard hitting headline.
Last edition. We close for today.
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 bought by Hjalmar.
- You can’t know that for sure. - No, but it looks like it
I could fire you on the spot. You should be grateful.
Well then I think that I... will resign.
- You want to resign? - Yes, I'll resign.
- Good. You’ve got one month. - Thanks.
He has been here for 20 years! It was my fault.
- You are suspended from the editorial department. - The administration is corrupt.
- I’ve got documents to prove it. - Leave it alone.
- Just give me a few days. - This case is completely dead.
You have half an hour to get out of the editor's office. Then go.
20 years, it has taken me to reach my position.
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 wouldn’t have brought you in.
Aren’t you coming out? Gylling and Eva have gotten engaged.
Miss Eva Lund and I have gotten engaged.
We'll get married in March.
And until then, I can inform you-
- 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.
Eva?
The challenges this country is facing, we must solve.
So here we are. In the middle of the century.
Cheers.
Imagine that you’ve beared with me for all these years.
I have promised you so much, that you never got.
- But then I got so much more. - I'm going now.
- Are you leaving us here alone? - It seems you’ll be ok.
- 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 are you saying?
I think both of you are right. About everything.
- What are you talking about? - I don't know.
Try to listen to this. Shh!
You’ll never hear 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?
Jazz clubs are very important.
It’s more important than gold. It IS gold. It IS gold.
Do you understand?
It is a church where people can be themselves, completely.
- What the hell are you laughing at? - A church!
Do you understand? And we are the priests.
What the hell is it?
People pass us their concerns and let their souls breathe.
- You're right. - Yes, I'm right.
Bjarne, damn it! Bjarne, I’ve got it now!
We should start some clubs together, you and me. Shall we?
Where is Ole?
Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! Cheers!
I haven't seen you before.
I am not as 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 then?
You're a famous actress. You play ...
Nora? Phèdre? Miss Julie?
At the Royal Theatre. 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, outside 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 bastards.
We can see them from the kitchen window while we drink coffee in the morning.
- Five? So I’ll 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 now.
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 you from behind.
All of them.
It’s all falling apart. Do you know when it started?
When Ole joined in. I wonder what kind of agreement they have.
Him and his brother.
And Svenne. The (eastern)front pig.
Stab people in the back.
I thought Lillian was yours now.
But maybe, she bears grudges because you knocked off her husband.
Lillian doesn't love you. She's just after money.
There are 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, dammit.
- What are you thinking about? - My parents.
They don't know, I've spent 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 can’t be true.
I love you, Bjarne.
- Get dresses. - Haven't you learnt to knock?
Arthur! He is busy.
- Stupid motherfucker! - Arthur, cool down.
Where the hell would you be without me?
I get you work, food, booze, smokes, women.
Throw parties for you.
- Is it true? - Yes.
Yesterday morning at 6 o'clock, someone 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 sleeping 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 under MY chair in MY home.
Where you have been whoring, drinking and partying. Isn't that right?
Svend Aage you ... Bloody hell, you don’t think ...
Red, you know me! Carlo?
Curly? I could never do that ...
I'll charge you for Topsy.
Why do you make me do this?
Now I have fucking lost my appetite. Get out! Scram! The lot of you!
Ole, you stay here and help.
I...
- I can't be involved any longer. - 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 Krogs’.
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 hardships. 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. - Leave it to the police.
- So you stay here till the end of the month? - Then it is over, yes.
I'm staying on it, until I've found something.
Bjarne?
- Don't come here. You are suspended. - Yes, I’ve understood that.
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.
In 20 years everyone will be driving. Workmen, housewives.
- A gas station? - And what do they want? 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 up here. It’s you who should know these things.
- What the hell are you doing? - Hjalmar doesn’t trust you.
Take one end. We must get the rug off.
- We have to cover it! - He doesn't trust you.
- You’re 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, dammit, we’re 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. And you owe me a favour.
It is Arthur with a message for Zemich.
It didn't work out. But Sven took the fall for 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 haven’t 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 about 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. Everyone cheered when you opened your little mouth.
"No, look, he's talking." "He's got grades."
Me? I am 5 years older than you. Do you understand?
I've never been able to take as 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 was 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 take out Hjalmar, life gets easier for you.
"We" won't take out 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 prosecutor Dam Jensen? Sergeant Walter.
I've applied for your department.
We appreciated your information about the Crisis 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 Prosecutor Dam Jensen. And this is Sergeant Walther.
- G’day. - 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? - You're from the police, so.
Should’nt we call a spade a spade?
Yes. What what are you saying, Walther? 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 you 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? - It is Ole. How are you?
- Who is it? - Ole.
- It's Bjarne. - I have some information.
Say he should call more often.
- I was to say ... - Billy from the Kronborg.
The boy is a male hooker.
- He involved with Ramsing. - Sergeant Ramsing?
Vissing, listen here.
Billy. Male hooker. 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 second thoughts? - Not if the 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. Just keep believing in the system then.
Let Hjalmar kill, Ramsing abuse youngsters and...
I forbid you to move on this. The case is closed.
Otherwise, I’ll make 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 get away quickly.
There will be someone coming to interview you.
- You've had your chance. - Hello? Billy?
- I’m leaving now. - You've never been here.
... away from you!
- Would you really like to know? - We could go to Jylland.
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 your chance. Go. Find someone else to be a father for.
Jesper ...I...
You’re a stranger to me.
You could fuck my ass for 20.
I have customers.
Vissing ...
Come in.
Haven't I seen you before? You look so cute.
- How would you like it? - 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.
- It’s you who know Ramsing? - Well, it's you.
Arthur said there would be one.
It’s Ramsing. First, I suck and ...
You're sure it's the same Ramsing?
- He gets it for taking care of the police. - Who gives?
Hjalmar. It is his business. Want to smoke?
- It takes the edge off. - 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 away when I was born.
Then he suddenly showed up. And we were supposed be family.
- Was it in 47? - I should “go to school."
Why should I? Then I couldn't make any money.
No...
Who would look after me? Arthur takes care of 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?
You want to convince me that it was Arthur?
Hjalmar's right hand man?
Why would I believe a little Nazi like you?
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 needed the '47 volume for.
One more thing.
You and your brother, you keep away from my daughter.
Ole?
- Turn off the lights. - For fucks sake!
- What happened? - Nothing. Does it look like it?
I was interviewed by Lisbeth's father. I was to say hello. - What did he want?
He wanted to know who had gossiped to police about Svenne's murder.
You know, I have a front page for you tomorrow.
Come here.
See it here for yourself. "Nazi helping brother."
That's what I always will be. The Nazi Ole Madsen.
I'm want to get away 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.
When it failed, he shifted the blame onto Svenne.
- He tried to kill you. - Arthur was a resistance fighter.
It's irrelevant, what everyone was.
The bottom line is that you’ve made a mistake.
The bastard! I'll kill him! Where is he? Get out!
- Find him, the bastard! - I can't.
- He disappeared without a trace. - Then find him.
I've tried, but it's impossible.
Zemich apparently has other plans.
You’ve 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. You are 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 searchlight-
- prompted by revelations by Bjarne Madsen and H. C. Vissing of the Social- Democrat."
And it has been signed by the Police Director.
It's a horse trade.
If there is more to it, it’s going to be revealed.
Welcome back to the Social- Democrat, to you and Vissing.
Gentlemen ..