- One of them has betrayed me. - When did it start?
When Ole joined in. Can you trust him?
Hjalmar doesn’t trust you. You're a Nazi. Like Svenne.
Who else is there? Lilian does not love you.
Yesterday morning, someone tried to slaughter me while I was asleep.
Piss off. Find someone else to be a father to.
You can fuck me in the ass for a 20.
- Your father is covering for the black market. - It can’t be true.
Was it you who called Dam Jensen about Svenne?
He tried to kill you. You've made a mistake, that you must pay for.
Zemich apparently has other plans. Now you can choose.
I'll let you live. But you owe me a favor.
Svend Aage Hjalmar born 1909 in Christianshavn, car dealer.
Youy have approached me in order to submit a confession. I have it here.
You confess to having received smuggled goods and resold them.
You have illegally imported cars from Germany and bribed officials.
Is that correct?
A stone has fallen from my heart. A heavy yoke has been lifted from my shoulders.
Can you confirm the confession to the judge?
Yes, of course. From now on I will tread the law's hallowed ground.
- Can you tell tell us who you worked with? - There was "Carl with the nose".
- But one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. - So he is dead?
Got a hefty gratuity, the man of the day. Bam! And he was dead.
Will the court please be quiet!
- Can you name others? - Then there was the Albert Petersen.
- Also known as Black Albert. - How do we get hold of him?
That would be hard. He was cut down in 47 by a steamroller.
Quiet!
Hjalmar. Can you name anyone that aren’t dead?
No!
- Bjarne, do you want an interview? - Yes, why did you kill Svenne?
What do you get for sitting here, Hjalmar?
- Puppet? - Good morning, Dad. I'm busy.
Where are you going with that?
I know who gave you the coat.
Are you still seeing him then?
One would really like to tell the children anything, you know.
Save them for the mistakes you yourself have committed. But it isn’t possible.
I stand on the sidelines and watch you make the same mistakes.
It hurts. You love your children. More than you love anyone else.
Nothing will happen Dad.
Bjarne loves me. And I love you.
It's not quite so simple, my doll.
Just keep it. You shouldn’t worry.
Everything will be ok. But in my way.
As long as he stays in his room, I mind my own business.
- For how long has he lived here? - Fifteen years.
- Who did you say that you were? - A colleague.
So it's here.
Mr. Vissing.
Mr. Vissing!
Vissing. It's Bjarne.
- What has happened? - Vissing.
Call an ambulance. Now!
Vissing ... wake up. It's Bjarne.
Vissing.
Bi ...
There is an ambulance on its way.
His name is Jesper. He is your son.
Arthur knew that Jesper is your son. That’s why.
It was Arthur who gave her the morphine?
It was.
Of course.
You wrote the story about the drug addicts in Nyhavn in 1947
You searched for a woman you hadn’t seen in fifteen years.
She was going to talk about the drug addicts. Those behind them. About Arthur.
You were to meet at a hotel in Lt. Colbjornsensgade.
But Arthur beat you to it. They found her dead of an overdose.
That woman was Jesper's mother.
Why didn't you take care of Jesper?
He ... He hates me.
No, he doesn't.
When's the ambulance coming?
- Lisbeth. - Mom?
- How was the show? - It went well.
Don't disturb your father. He's sitting in a meeting.
Good night.
Why wasn't I informed? I've fulfilled my part of the agreement.
Do you know how tenuous my position is?
The agreement was for the New Year. We've waited for five years.
We must postpone the distribution. Don't you trust us? Don't you?
Meyer, Novak, Hjalmar. The list is long.
We don't tolerate mistakes. Not even from you.
Shh!
Lisbeth?
So you wrote about Arthur until they locked him up.
That was how it was, wasn't it? I know that someone is pulling the strings.
I just can't see who it is. When I'm close, it disappears.
M. .. picture ...
The image ...
- What do you say? - More ... the image.
You look tired. I'll make some coffee.
I've broken up with Gylling. We were engaged for less than a week.
Champagne and speeches. Absolutely ridiculous.
Why should it be so difficult, Bjarne?
I think that I’m trying.
I want children. But maybe it's not meant to be like that for me.
Thank you.
- Want to hear something cheerful? - Come on with it.
I found Vissing. He has attempted suicide.
Vissing has a son who is a male hooker.
Someone blew the story. To stop us.
The Social- Democrat, Eva Lund.
- It's for you. - Bjarne Madsen. Lisbeth?
- Mom, let me. - Who is it?
- Go ahead. - Thanks, Miss. Hansen.
Dad, I want to introduce Bjarne Madsen properly to you.
- Is your father a journalist? - No, he is dead.
I'm sorry to hear that. But your mom is alive?
Dad, Bjarne and I want get married. Did you hear what I'm saying?
- We're getting married, Dad. - Are you now?
- We gotta tell the truth, right? - Naturally.
- Why don't you like Bjarne? - I have nothing against Mr Madsen.
- Not even against my brother? - Your brother is a Nazi and a criminal.
- We are getting engaged, and then I'm moving out. - Is it an appropriate time?
I'm going my own way. Why do you lie, Dad?
- Thanks, that's enough. - You're lying to me.
- What are you and Uncle William talking about? - That's enough!
- You're lying to me. - Be quiet. I don't want to hear any more.
- Please leave my home. - You're going nowhere.
You're lying.
- I'm moving out. - What happened?
Dad is involved in something. He quarreled with uncle William last night.
- About what? - A share of something.
Something about gold. He lies to me. He has lied to me all the time.
- Are you sure they were talking about gold? - Of course I'm sure. He had waited five years for it.
Did he mention somebody called Meyer?
- Yes. - It's his gold.
- He was murdered for it. - Murdered?
What about Dad?
Your father is corrupt. He is being bribed by Hjalmar.
If he's involved with the gold, he's up against strong forces-
- that can kill him.
- What forces? - I don't know.
After the war Zemich left with the gold. Now they are fighting over it.
How do you know that dad is involved?
It's the receipt for your coat, it wasn't your father who bought it. It was Hjalmar.
Hjalmar owns your father.
There's one thing we can do ... I need the receipt slip.
Then I can prove he is being bribed. If it comes out, they won’t dare to touch him.
He'll get fired, go to jail. But he'll come out of it alive.
- I need the receipt. - No. You just want a story.
- This is bigger than any story. - You don’t care about my father.
Your father is corrupt, but he shouldn’t die. Give me the receipt.
- Can I trust you? - Of course you can trust me.
Svenne, Carlo, Curly, Red. Arthur Næslund.
I have lots of patience. Do you have shit between your ears?
They all work for you. What is Curlys’ real name?
- Don't know what you're talking about. - Look at the man.
Red, Curly, Carlo. We know them. Svenne. Arthur Næslund.
I have lots of patience, right?
- Carlo? Who is Carlo? - Who?
Can't you hear? For how long has Carlo worked for you?
Did the Blacksmith kill for you? He did, didn't he.
I don't think the man can hear. Do you want a beating, a real beating?
Who took care of Svenne Christoffersen? You did, didn't you. Hjalmar.
Was it with this? You cut his throat?
- I have no idea what you're talking about. - You cut his throat.
Svenne Christoffersen. This is the last time.
If you don't answer, you'll get a big fucking kicking.
Walter, get the fat pig out of here.
You don't have a fucking thing on me. And you know it, bastards.
Good. Who do we have?
We have the following under observation: The Kingo Bar in Radmandsgade ...
It's the police.
The Kronborg in Adelgade.
It's the police.
Ole Madsen's jazz place, the Harlem Club.
- Good to see you. - You open on Saturday?
- Shouldn't you get away? - Are you insane?
Hjalmar's in jail. Now we're rolling.
"It's a pleasure to invite you to the opening of the Harlem Club."
There will be bands from New York, free booze. Girls dancing.
Ole, get away. I mean it.
Hjalmar is gone. We can do whatever we want ...
It's the police.
Stop!
Stop or I'll shoot.
Turn around. Hands behind your head.
Turn around. Hands behind your head!
Come towards me. Nice and calmly.
A short time ago detective Erik Thuesen passed away.
He was married and the father of two little girls.
Now your brother has killed another man.
Tell me what happened.
The police smashed up the entire joint. My brother fled in panic.
Why did he flee?
He was interrogated by the police a couple of days ago.
He didn’t want a repetition of that.
What happened?
He ran ahead of me. I knocked over a garbage can.
I saw Thuesen up on a shed. Then I heard a shot ...
...and Thuesen falls.
- What about your brother? - My brother is no criminal ...
Madsen, stop it now. Your brother works for Hjalmar, a murderer.
My brother saw Svend Aage Hjalmar slit a man's throat.
Svenne Christoffersen's? He knew about the murder?
- Gordan interrogated your brother? - Tortured, I would say.
- Gordan and Hjalmar are in it together. - Can you prove it?
Gordan is being bribed by Hjalmar. We're running it on the front page tomorrow.
But I can't prove that they work for Zemich.
That's what this is about. The Eremitage murder. Meyer's gold.
We know who Zemich is. He doesn't exist. Nobody knows him.
- I know he exists. - Zemich is an imaginary myth.
People need myths. Like Satan, but he doesn't exist.
Zemich is the underworld image of evil.
I would appreciate it if you could get hold of your brother.
I'm sitting here sewing. There's plenty to do.
It's festival time, so people need their suits.
The police have been here asking for Ole.
But I haven't seen him for two weeks.
I said that should ask in the jazz club, but they had been there.
He's shot a man. A policeman. Father of two girls.
- That doesn't fit. Not my Ole. - Mom, I saw it myself.
- You saw nothing. - Mother ...
Happy Birthday, my love.
What is it? Are you sick?
What's wrong with you?
What is it?
How did he got hold of this?
How did he get it? Why didn't you do, as I asked you?
- To protect you. - Why didn't you?
- They would kill you, Dad. - Why didn't you?
Why didn't you do as I asked you?
Answer me.
Why didn't you do as I asked you?
What are you doing?
- Doll! Sweetheart doll. - Go away!
Leave!
Walter.
You're not afraid, what? After this.
- What do you know about Zemich? - I don't have time.
Who was Zemich?
You get five minutes. It's definitely the last time.
You continue to impress me. I almost feel sorry for this Gordan.
Cheers!
Tell me about the Zemich group. They holed up here in the basement.
Does it have anything to do with me or my company?
A lot points to it. Have you seen Davidsen, the manager, today?
- Does Davidsen have anything to do with it? - What do you know about the Zemich group?
I didn’t do anything to find out who Zemich was.
The less you know, the less you have to reveal.
Naturally there was talk among the staff.
- About what? - It was just guesswork.
Now that you mention it, Davidsen the office manager...
If you are onto something that relates to company-
- I urge you to keep me informed.
I've discovered some serious irregularities in the accounts.
The office manager gambles at the race track.
Should we ask the older emplyees about Zemich?
Hello, everyone. Sorry, we're interrupting your work.
Can I introduce Bjarne Madsen, from the Social- Democrat.
He will ask some questions. You must answer as best you can.
- Go ahead, Mr Madsen. - Thank you.
It's about the ‘Zemich resistance group’, which met here.
Zemich was the leader. Do you know anything about him?
Who else was in it?
Absolutely nothing about Zemich?
Yes.
- We were afraid of him. He was evil. - You knew him?
He didn't come here, but that's what was said.
He wasn’t really a freedom fighter. He shot people on a whim.
We knew the others. They met after work.
- I found weapons inside the warehouse. - I found some bombs.
- Can you remember what they were called? - The Swede ...
... Bells. It wasn’t his real name.
Vaesel.
- What? Vaesel? - A nasty little bastard.
Then there was him from the newspaper. The Øresund sound. Double Murder.
- The Søfyrbøder? - He had a tattoo on his hand.
- Davidsen! - Drive for fucks sake.
Are you Zemich?
Søfyrbøder. There’s a visitor.
It's against the rays.
Hello, søfyrbøder. My name is Bjarne Madsen.
I came to ask you about Zemich. You were in Zemich's group, right?
That's why you're here. To hide from him.
Otherwise you'd be just as dead as Veasel.
You took the blame for the Øresund murders. It wasn't you. It was Hjalmar.
What did Davidsen want to talk to you about?
What did you talk about?
He wanted to make sure you kept your mouth shut. That was why he was here, right?
Is Davidsen Zemich?
Søfyrbøder. Who is Zemich?
Quit the bullshit and tell me who Zemich is.
He's evil. He is Satan.
He is the darkness within yourself.
He comes at night and creeps into your soul.
And eats all the good in you.
- Where are you going? - I have to turn myself in.
Ole, you can't. Then I'll have to kill you.
I'm gonna get you out. Tomorrow you’ll get out.
I haven’t done anything, Arthur. I'm opening in two days.
- I don't fucking think you will. - Arthur, dammit.
Are you aware of what we did to Nazis like you?
- You must start afresh. - I just started afresh.
A new life in a new country. You will also get paid for it.
100 000 to start afresh.
- What do I have to do in return? - Just get me something.
Tonight. In Peter Bangs Vej.
- You are a treasure. Thank you. - There's a letter for you.
Gordan's attorney has called, and the police chief-
- and the Minister of Justice. The letter is here.
There is no sender. Who came with it?
Zemich's resistance group.
Who have we here? Vaesel ... The Søfyrbøder.
The Swede ... Bells.
Davidsen!
Davidsen.
Bjarne Madsen, the Social- Democrat. Is the office manager home?
He's at work.
- Do you recognise this picture? - No.
They are either dead or in jail. All except your husband.
I think we should talk.
- Come in. - Thank you.
You should get your husband to call me.
He’’ll be on the cover of the morning edition, revealed as Zemich.
I love my husband, Mr Madsen. Do you know what that means?
They're young. Unmarried? In love?
Very much in love. But it's not the same as to love.
Old age and youth is the same life, but there is no coherence.
At first you want to know everything about your loved one.
Later you will realise that what you don't know, can't harm you.
- Is this how you live? - How? What do you mean?
There is something incoherent in your life.
Something that you can't feel.
You have to follow your heart, but you can't.
You'll never be happy.
- My husband will call. - Yes ... and thanks.
Ole?
Ole!
I think, we’ll swap Dr. Brink with Davidsen.
And then we put Dyrholm over here.
No, next to Madsen ...
Then we have them all placed, right?
And all is well in the kitchen?
- Please, don't think badly of me. - I don't, Dad.
You are everything I had hoped that you would become.
Everything that I eventually failed, but that I saw blooming in you.
Can you forgive me?
My very own, own doll.
My dear, dear doll.
- Bjarne Madsen. - Vilhelm Davidsen.
- Hello. - There is something you have misunderstood.
- What? - I can't talk about it now.
But tomorrow. On two conditions. That you don't write about the case-
- before we have spoken.
- The second condition? - Twenty thousand Crowns.
- Don't you have enough gold? - Do we have an agreement?
I'll see what I can do. I'll call you back.
(The doorbell rings)
What do you want? I keep on getting calls because of that Gordan story.
I’ve figured out everything. I know who The Spider is.
He's called Davidsen and is the Office Manager of Oxford House.
Lives in Peter Bangs street with his wife, Ella.
The police, ma'am. It will only take a minute.
He lives quietly and gambles at the race track.
And he has a ton of gold. Meyer's gold.
Is there anything in it? Then run with it.
Could I get 5430. Office Manager Davidsen, 74 Peter Bangs Vej
Help!
- Where is it? - I don't know.
- Where is it, dammit? - I don't know.
- Tell me. - My wife ... my wife knows where.
Arthur, stop!
Good. Then I'll make sure she can’t see us anymore.
What are you doing? Don't you know that I am ...
Dead.
Dead?
Dead ... Dead.
Dead. Dead.
Dead.
Do you know what? You’ve never been better than tonight.
It's overwhelming, no?
The audience just see a lost girl.
But you know what I see? An actress.
- Have you never seen it before? - Should I be honest?
No.
Good evening. What's wrong?
What happened?
It's your dad, right? What did he say?
That I’ve destroyed him.
- It was the right thing. - He is my father.
Your father was deeply corrupt. It affected a lot of people.
Had I not written the article, someone else would have written it.
You're sick. Journalism is a disease.
Davidsen wants to talk to me. Your father can save himself by talking to me.
After doing this? What's the purpose, Bjarne?
To obliterate us.
Lisbeth, I love you.
No Bjarne. It’s over.
- Just go. - You don't mean that.
Just go! Get out!