I had hoped to be with you.
There will never be anything between us. Your wife doesn't deserve it.
- I had the money. - Count Ditmar is your idea, not mine.
You're in love. Has he kissed you?
Can I go sailing with you? If I ask you nicely?
- Have you lost your mind? - I didn't see you.
He got an electric shock!
Julius? Julius? Julius!
- Dead? - Mrs. Andersen just called.
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- What are you doing here? - Where were you?
- I did the books for Mrs. Andersen. - Why you?
I did the books for my father.
- Come and help me empty the nets. - I have to finish up here.
- Then afterwards. - I have to make lunch.
- Then there's the funeral. - When can I see you?
I don't know.
- What's he doing here? - I'm talking to Fie, as you can see.
- He had a message to deliver. - They're delivered in the kitchen.
He has no right to be here. This area is for guests.
I should bill him for the mess his chickens made in my car.
- My chickens? They were yours. - Excuse me?
Go, Morten.
- Why aren't you dressed? - I'm going swimming.
- It's Mr. Andersen's funeral. - I'm on holiday.
- Go get dressed. - No.
I have a meeting with Count Ditmar.
- You can postpone it. - I don't want to discuss it.
- Is there coffee after the service? - Yes, it's what Mrs. Andersen wants.
Times have changed. You know who was here? That poultry farmer.
- I threw him out. - You didn't!
- He has some nerve. - That's funny. He reminds me of you.
What nonsense!
- Aren't you getting ready? - I was about to.
I want to show you something. Does this look right?
I think so.
You forgot the grocer's bill.
- I paid it. - You have to enter it.
Otherwise you won't know where the money went.
I'll do it later. I have something else to show you.
It's from the chief constable. What do you make of it?
It sounds like I can't keep running the hotel.
Doesn't it?
Your husband had a trade license that can't be passed on to you.
But you can continue for the season and if all goes well, apply next year.
- Let's hope it goes well then. - Why wouldn't it? People like it here.
Thank you, Fie. Thank goodness I have you to help me.
- Vera. - Yes?
It's important that you understand... Vera?
Mr. Andersen's death had nothing to do with you.
I know you fiddled with the wire -
- and that you did it because he spied on me in the bath.
But that wasn't what killed him.
He died because he had heart trouble.
- So don't think it was your fault. - I don't.
I thought you might think... I would have.
Why? You said that he had heart trouble.
Excuse me. I was just checking the room.
We're not going to the funeral. You can come in.
- Where are you going? - Nowhere.
- Do we make sandwiches? - No, just put the food out.
- It's not a proper lunch. - That's what we said at breakfast.
- How many are going to the funeral? - Almost everyone.
They won't let Mrs. Andersen keep running the place.
- Because she's a woman? - It does make a difference.
Women can vote now. Have you forgotten?
She should be glad he left her money.
You don't think she can run it.
It will be difficult without him, so it's good he left her some money.
- He has a son in America. - He'll want his share.
Then she'll have to continue.
Morten took Miss Madsen sailing.
- What? - I overheard them.
He asked her if she wanted to empty the nets.
- Why did he do that? - To get back at her father.
They argued in the parlor, and Mr. Madsen threw him out.
- What was Morten doing in there? - He wanted to talk to me.
I can see why Mr. Madsen was ticked off.
Then wait till he finds out that Morten took his daughter out.
- It's ridiculous. - But also funny.
Mrs. Frigh.
I wasn't planning on a funeral when I packed -
- but I do have a black dress. However, my husband...
We'll have to make do. Perhaps you could iron his shirt.
- Certainly. - Thank you.
- Is it ready? - It'll be a minute, Otto.
Why do I have to go when Madsen doesn't?
Because you have better manners.
- And we owe it to Mr. Andersen. - I don't think he cares.
- But Mrs. Andersen does. - I don't think they were close.
How would you know? How do people see us?
If you passed away, I'd be devastated.
- Think of Mother and Father. - They were at each other's throats.
You say so, but when Mother died -
- Father wasted away.
How long does it take to iron a shirt? I'll do it myself.
- Are you going swimming? - No, I'm getting my shirt.
- So you're going to the funeral. - Yes.
It reminds me of a radio program.
A doctor spoke about the risk of coronary disease.
It's highest among stout men.
You thought that tidbit would cheer me up?
I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking of you.
- It was Mr. Andersen. - Your shirt, sir.
- You're not going to the funeral? - No.
They can be rather moving.
- Mrs. Aurland. - Mr. Weyse.
- You're ready to go. - Unlike you.
What? No.
- I need to talk to you. - We already talked about it.
I know. It's just... what you said.
It was so sensible, so true.
If you knew how I felt...
You should get dressed. We're leaving soon.
Edward, why aren't you ready?
Why the long face, dear? Is it because of Mr. Andersen?
Pardon? Yes... Mr. Andersen.
You go and have lunch. I'll be down in a minute.
Mr. Fjeldsø, where is your bird? It's not in the parlor anymore.
- I didn't remove it. Is it gone? - One of the maids probably moved it.
You can't have a big bird on display when there's a funeral.
- It didn't do any harm. - Not everyone shares your interests.
If you don't mind me saying it, it was decorative.
It's funny how people say "if you don't mind me saying" after they've said it.
Sorry.
Adam.
Come along. It's time for lunch.
I'm telling you that one of the maids moved it.
- Otto. You forgot this. - Oh.
Are you having a drink now?
Apparently not.
- I'll check on the twins. - Aren't they at the beach?
- No. Miss Malling is heartbroken. - She knew him for three weeks.
She's very sensitive.
- Are you going to eat? - I lost my appetite.
Quite honestly, I find the situation intolerable.
Mrs. Andersen has my sympathy. She's suffered a great loss.
But we are here on holiday.
I couldn't agree more. I wasn't allowed to go swimming.
My wife said it was inappropriate. I let it go today, but tomorrow...
It won't change. We'll ask ourselves if we're allowed to be on holiday.
The only solution is to go home.
- Frigh is going home. - You're leaving?
I am.
Our beloved hotel is a mausoleum. Who knows who'll die tomorrow?
Yes, going home... It might solve a great many things.
It's tempting, but I have some business with Ditmar.
- The heat wave. - The heat wave?
Haven't you heard? In the next two weeks we'll have a heat wave.
- Damn! - Copenhagen will be gruesome.
Hang on. I have an idea!
Change hotels?
- Exactly. We'll change hotels. - You can't be serious.
- You bet we are. - For Mrs. Andersen's sake.
- For her sake? - She's mourning.
- We should have moved at once. - You can tell it's an imposition.
I can't.
But this is your first season. Compared to what we're used to...
Mrs. Andersen is a fine woman, so if we asked her...
She would ask us to leave, but she's too humble to say so.
I'll go and tell her, and the maids can pack for us.
Oh no, you don't Georg. I'm going to the funeral.
And so are Mrs. Frigh and Mrs. Weyse.
I think they'll agree that we'll leave tomorrow at the earliest.
- Definitely. - Yes.
- Tomorrow then. - Good.
- Good.
The guests are leaving.
- How do you know? - They talked about it in the parlor.
The car is here, girls.
What's the matter? Is something wrong?
We just heard that the guests are leaving.
What was that?
- Who is leaving? - Madsen, Frigh and Weyse.
- Their wives said not till tomorrow. - That's a week early!
We can't stop them from leaving.
Now that Mr. Andersen is gone, it's understandable.
I'll be back later. You know what to do.
Yes, Mrs. Andersen.
- She was upset. - It's a disgrace.
They shouldn't be allowed to come next year.
Mrs. Andersen won't get a license if she doesn't do well this season.
How can she if the guests leave?
- Changing hotels? - It's too sad here.
After all, we're on holiday. I hope you'll join us.
I know you forgot your wallet, but we'll work it out.
- I couldn't impose. - Nonsense! You can't stay here.
Someone would be disappointed if you don't come. Amanda.
She doesn't show it, but she's taken a shine to you.
- It's awfully quiet. - They're at the funeral.
- There was a telephone call for you. - Pardon?
He didn't give his name, but it's the same man who called before.
Goodness! What polite service.
That's what I mean. Now that Andersen is gone...
- Are you going to make a call? - No.
Tell me how it went with the two brothers.
It wasn't easy going.
Those old codgers are thick as thieves.
I managed to get the interested one to go on a walk. Let me show you.
He's willing to sell this piece of land on the beachfront.
- There's room for at least 20 lots. - Excellent.
I read an article about America. They think the '30s will be huge!
- Why don't we buy this as well? - It's fine by me.
But there's a catch. He wants extra for convincing his brother.
Does he want money to convince his brother to sell his own land?
Yes, it's odd. 500 kroner.
500?
- Has he gone round the bend? - I think we'll have to.
- I'll give him 200. I'll talk to him. - I think I had better do it.
He's 80 and hard of hearing. He's suspicious of strangers.
I'm embarrassed that I forgot my wallet. Let's wait till I have it.
Take it. Let's get the ball rolling.
- I enjoyed it. - So did I.
- Hello. Were you down at the beach? - I was out getting fish.
- With Morten. - It's a good day for sailing.
I'll get on with our business. Goodbye, Miss Madsen.
Goodbye. Anything wrong, Dad?
I wondered where you were. Did you bring plaice?
- Yes. - We're having fish balls.
Hello again.
- You should have come. - I hear you had company.
Miss Madsen? She asked me several times.
Amanda! Stay here...
I said: Stay here when I'm talking to you!
You'll have nothing to do with him.
- It's not up to you. - You bet it is!
If I see you with that lice-ridden piece of trash again...
Stay here, Morten!
There you are. Listen.
Don't take my daughter sailing again. Stay away from her! Do you hear?
Afraid she'll get a different kind of lice than yours?
- I wouldn't do that if I were you. - Really?
- What are you doing, Morten? - Who does he think he is?
- Dad, stop it! - Go, Morten!
Come here, you coward! Come back!
- If I see him again... - Here.
- No! - You're bleeding!
Damn Bolshevist! Move!
- What's going on? - Madsen and Morten got in a fight.
Let's clear this up. They'll be back from the funeral soon.
We'll manage, Miss Madsen.
Here they come.
- Georg... Fighting at your age? - I'll report him.
- No, you started it. Let me see. - It's nothing.
- Let's go down and have coffee. - I'll kill him.
- He should be glad we're moving. - Have you booked rooms?
- As if I had the time. - Right. You've been busy fighting.
- If I see him again, I'll pummel him. - I'm sure.
What's this?
Mr. Frigh and I asked Mr. Weyse to play for Mrs. Andersen's sake.
Miss? What happened?
- I'm terribly sorry. - Let's not talk about it.
And don't tell Mrs. Andersen. Let the other maids know.
- Did he mention the police? - Yes, I heard him.
Mrs. Madsen said not to talk about it. Especially not to tell Mrs. Andersen.
- They won't report it? - No.
- Morten is lucky. - We're not to talk about it.
I would like to thank Mr. Weyse -
- for the beautiful piece.
And thank you all for coming today.
Dinner will be served at 7 p.m.
Because lunch was a brief affair -
- there will be three courses for dinner.
For the guests who are leaving and want to be on their way tomorrow -
- breakfast can be served early. Please let us know.
Again, thank you for coming.
If you'll excuse me, I'll go prepare dinner.
- Who is leaving tomorrow? - We are.
- And we are. And the Weyses. - You're leaving?
For Mrs. Andersen's sake.
Don't do it for her sake.
It's strange to leave in the middle of the bridge season.
- And you? - We don't plan on leaving.
Mr. Andersen's demise doesn't change anything.
We'll have to make do. Do you play bridge, Mr. Aurland?
I don't like to be dependent on others.
I prefer chess where the result is one's own responsibility.
I'm basically a soloist.
Hjalmar thinks we're alone in the world.
Yes, basically. When it comes down to it, we're alone in life -
- and, as I might mention today, in death.
A simple no would have sufficed. Wherever have you been, Adam?
I spoke to the maids about my bird.
- Enough about that bird! - Do you know where they put it?
- It wasn't the maids. - Then who?
- They said it just disappeared. - How very strange!
- How far are we? - In full swing.
Drink your coffee. Then you can make the fish balls, Martha.
The rest of you will take the parlor. Fie, put the flag at full mast.
- Otilia, clear the reception. - The picture of your husband?
- Put it in the office. - Where do you think they're going?
The View Hotel. They're reserving rooms.
- Five rooms, please. - Six. Count Ditmar is coming.
Six. Is it possible? That's fine.
Ask if there's a sea view.
Mr. Weyse wants to know if there's a sea view.
Edward Weyse from the Royal Theater. Surely you've heard of him. No?
- There's no view of the sea. - From any of the rooms?
How can they call it the View Hotel?
How can you call it the View Hotel?
The rooms facing the sea are occupied.
- Let me talk to him. - I'll turn you over to Mr. Madsen.
Hello? I hear that the rooms facing the sea are occupied.
I see. How much are the rooms?
I'll pay double for all six if you reallocate them.
I don't see why not.
Should we find another hotel?
No, the beach isn't good.
Alright, we'll take them. We'll be there tomorrow. Goodbye.
- He wouldn't accept money. - No.
- Unlike Andersen. - That's true.
Do you realize how long I've been waiting?
You should have come down. We could have swum together.
- No thanks. - Did you bring me something?
First, the photos.
It pains me to part with them, but -
- I'll always cherish the memory.
- You're alone in that. - My money?
- Where's the rest? - I can't get it.
I've paid more than 3000.
I'll send them to your father. He'll change his will -
- when he finds out that his son has certain proclivities.
I was drunk, as I told you. It was a misunderstanding.
You disappoint me. I thought it was love.
It's your word against mine.
And I think you'll lose.
Why is he so embarrassing? Embarrassing!
- You've said so ten times. - I'll never speak to him again!
Did you and Morten kiss? Did you?
- No. - You know he kissed Fie.
I don't care!
- So this is where you are. - Where else would we be?
- Your father wants to forget it. - I don't.
Let's have a nice, last evening.
- What do you mean 'last evening'? - We're moving to the View Hotel.
- Because I was out with Morten? - No, no.
Your father thinks it's too much for Mrs. Andersen.
- You could have asked us! - Yes, you're right.
It was a quick decision.
But cheer up! Your father has made up his mind.
Mrs. Aurland. I must speak to you.
- Honestly! - Please listen!
I have to move.
I can't be under the same roof as you.
I can't breathe the same air. I love my wife.
I love the child we're expecting.
But I would give it all up -
- if you wanted to run away with me.
But luckily, I don't! It's a good thing you're leaving.
And to the View Hotel. It's an insult to Mrs. Andersen.
- Shame on them! - How are things in here?
Get a move on! We have plenty to do before we're finished.
- And get some clean napkins. - They'll be changed in two days.
- Most of them are leaving tomorrow. - I want it to look nice.
Put clean tablecloths on.
And some flowers. Fie, will you pick some?
We don't think the guests deserve a fine dinner.
Just give them bread and drippings.
Martha, come in here, please.
Now listen. They may be leaving -
- but I want them to leave with fond memories.
So we'll give it our all. Alright?
- Yes, Mrs. Andersen. - Let's get cracking.
We have three courses.
First, fish balls and asparagus en croute.
And pork roast with red cabbage and candied potatoes.
For dessert, rum pudding with cherry sauce.
You don't have to order drinks. We'll be serving wine -
- and it's on the house.
- Enjoy your meal. - Thank you.
It's almost a pity we're leaving, isn't it, Georg?
- Look at the pretty flowers, Vera. - Yes.
- Is Miss Amanda not dining? - No, she's not feeling well.
- I hope it isn't serious. - I don't think so.
Excuse me, miss. What is this?
Gewürtztraminer Grand Cru! Where did this come from?
- From Mr. Andersen's cellar. - Where?
- Mr. Andersen's cellar. - Where?
From Mr. Andersen's cellar.
Edward, try this.
Some people are giving up the best cuisine in northern Jutland.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
It's nuts, celery and spring cabbage.
Being a vegetarian must be hard sometimes.
I'll survive.
Thank you.
Miss, may I see the bottle?
- Mouton Rothschild. - Mouton Rothschild?
- 1912. - Mouton Rothschild. 1912.
The old miser was hiding these. We've never been served them before.
- The twins are wolfing it down. - I told them not to overindulge.
Let them eat. Christmas comes but once a year.
- What did our manufacturer say? - Christmas comes but once a year.
- Cheers, everyone! - Cheers.
- And you, Mrs. Fjeldsø and Adam. - Thank you. Have a nice summer.
We haven't left yet. We'll have dessert first.
- They're cleaning their plates. - Keep pouring the wine.
- They've already drunk eight bottles. - The cherry sauce, Martha.
Give them port, sherry and Madeira, girls.
Yes.
- They're asking for you. - For me?
Mr. Weyse wants to propose a toast.
- I don't think so. - Go on in there.
- I should take my smock off. - Don't bother.
Dear Mrs, Andersen, come in,
Tonight you have, ,,
What do you want? How could you hit one of the guests?
- He started it. - Why did you go in there?
- You heard what he called me. - You took his daughter sailing.
- You just did it to get back at him. - No, I didn't.
Then why? Are you interested in her?
You're silly.
Come here.
- We're in the middle of dessert. - Always in the middle of something.
- It's my job. - You can easily get another.
I don't want to.
When will I see you?
No one wants coffee. They've all left.
- It's a lovely evening. - Either that, or it's the wine.
- Mr. Fjeldsø. Where is your mother? - Mother retired.
- She's a bit tipsy. - You're not going to bed, are you?
- It's such a beautiful evening. - Yes, but it's getting late...
- It's not. We'll look for your bird. - We will?
Come. We'll start downstairs.
Well, good evening, Mr. Aurland. So here you are.
- Have you seen my wife? - No.
May I confess something, Mr. Aurland?
I will miss you.
- It's kind of you to say so. - You and your damn radio.
- Someone is going swimming. - Yes.
It must be your wife. I don't see a bathing suit.
She has company. It looks like the idea is contagious.
- I say. Is that Mrs. Madsen? - Yes, apparently.
And another one. Who is the beauty showing off her bits and bobs?
If I'm not mistaken, it's your wife, Mr. Frigh.
We have to find your bird. Let's use the old scout spirit.
Good evening, Amanda. Feeling better?
- I'm fine. I'm going swimming. - It is a lovely evening.
We're looking for Mr. Fjeldsø's bird.
- It wasn't as cold as I thought. - Not at all.
- This could be addictive. - Yes.
- Is that Mr. Weyse? - It is.
I'm going to ask him if he's seen my husband.
- Mr. Weyse. - Mrs. Aurland.
- Have you seen Hjalmar? - Yes, he went back to the hotel.
- It's a lovely evening, isn't it? - Yes.
I'm sorry you're moving on account of me. We are adults.
- We should be able to deal with it. - That's easy for you to say.
You have no feelings for me.
I never said that.
I...
I really hope you'll stay.
May life last forever.
Forever.
- It has to be here somewhere. - Don't overexert yourself.
I'm pregnant, not sick. Where haven't we looked?
- I think we've looked everywhere. - What about in there?
- There it is! - It looks unharmed.
I don't understand. Who put it there if the maids didn't?
We'll find out.
- Is something wrong, Mrs. Weyse? - The baby kicked.
It did it again. Here.
Did you feel it? It's this evening.
It's magical.
- We're finished in the kitchen. - Good.
It was blown off the table, and the glass broke.
How long were you and Mr. Andersen married?
I think... for ten years. But I've been here longer than that.
I was their housekeeper when the first Mrs. Andersen fell ill.
- Was their son in America then? - No, he left after she died.
I remember how much Julius resented it.
I think he married me just to punish Poul.
- But he must have loved you. - I suppose so.
But Poul leaving... Losing a child isn't easy.
Has that happened to you as well, Mrs. Andersen?
I'm sorry. It's none of my business.
I was about your age.
I had a little boy that I couldn't keep.
- What happened to him? - He was taken in by strangers.
- But he didn't make it. - Did he die?
It's a long time ago.
- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault.
It's been a long day. Go to bed.
No, I'll stay. I'm not tired at all.
I can stay up until all the guests have gone to bed.
I say. Who are those beautiful women. Do you know them, Mr. Frigh?
I think I bit one of the bathing nymphs in the ear once.
- What's with you, Otto? - You look wonderful tonight.
- We've made a decision. - Yes. We're not changing hotels.
If you want to move to rooms without a view, go ahead.
Goodnight.
We just met Mr. Weyse. He isn't moving either.
Are you looking at the stars?
I apologize for my father. He's off his head.
You mustn't think that I'm anything like him.
It's a lovely evening.
The water is wonderful.
I feel like going in again.
Would you like to come?
I don't go swimming.
You go fishing every day, but you don't go swimming.
Ouch! That hurts.
- Good evening, Miss Madsen. - Oh, it's you.
I've been out for a long walk. Have you been here all night?
Yes.
I'd better get to bed. Am I the last one?
Yes.
Yes... Goodnight.
Goodnight, Miss Madsen.
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