Ripped By mstoll
SUMMER, 1929
Why do I always misplace the list for the grocer?
- It's right here, Mrs Andersen. - That's probably where I left it.
- The post is already here? - Yes. I also received a letter.
- From back home? - No, from Morten.
It's from Portugal, but the ship is headed for Frederikshavn.
- At last. - He...
Again he asks if I've spoken with Ms Madsen.
She and her mother arrive today on the train.
But I don't feel like talking to her. Let alone about that.
- The profiteroles have collapsed. - I'll be right out.
- But they have collapsed completely. - I'll be there in a second.
I'm sure Ms Madsen will help you with this, Fie.
I feel bad asking you to do this, knowing how you feel about Ms Madsen-
- after what happened between me and her last year.
That shouldn't have happened. I've already told you that.
But Fie, I'm thinking about you all the time.
I think that's for me!
Hello, Alice Frigh speaking.
Pardon?
One moment please...
I thought it was my husband. He promised to call this afternoon.
If he does call, I'd appreciate it if you'd find me.
And if you can't, please take a message.
I will, Mrs Frigh.
- Are those profiteroles? - What else?
- She opened the oven too soon. - Leave Martha alone now.
We have new guests arriving.
Two gentlemen asked to be picked up at the station.
- I told them to ask Larsen. - That must be the Copenhagen train.
Then Mrs Madsen and Ms Amanda must be here soon.
They didn't mention other guests.
- I'll prepare for the gentlemen. - Yes, you do that.
- I'll be downstairs. - I can't find the marten paintbrush.
- It's not in the box? - No.
Perhaps it's under the bed?
- Why would it be there? - Maybe you left it on the beach.
I don't forget my things. I leave that to you, dear.
Pardon me, does this belong to you?
The twins found it on the beach, and since you're the only one painting...
- Thank you. - How is it coming along?
- Huh? - Can we see it?
You're welcome to; mind you, it's not quite finished yet.
It's my husband. He was going to call.
- I'll be downstairs waiting. - Yes...
It's for me. It's my husband.
Hello, Otto?
Yes, this is Andersen's Hotel.
One moment, please.
- It's for you. - For me?
- It's your father. - Thank you.
Hello, Father.
We are doing very well, thank you. How are you doing?
- You can't keep calling me! - I miss you.
Edward, it must cost a fortune from France.
- My plans changed. - What do you mean?
I didn't go to France after all. I've gone north.
- I'm at Brøndum's. - Don't tell me you're in Skagen!
- Why don't you come up here to me? - Not on your life!
- I'm begging you. Please. - I told you, not this summer.
How can you say something like that considering what we've had together?
- Well, that was wrong. - Wrong? You don't mean that, Helene.
Well, if you won't come to me, then I'll have to come to you.
Don't you dare, Edward!
Don't you dare... I'm glad to hear it, Father. Take care.
- That was Father. - So I heard.
He calls remarkably often.
- Is it still stomach aches? - Yes.
- Why don't I call him about a powder? - No! Father said he was resting.
All right, I'll call him later.
- Aren't you coming? - Yes... Yes, I'm coming.
- Hello. - Hello.
Hello, hello.
What a beautiful woman.
- Did you see her? - Yes. And her husband.
- That was her father. - It was her husband.
- You called from the station, right? - No.
- You didn't make a reservation? - That was me, miss.
- That was him. - I see. Welcome, then.
If you would put your names down here, please.
The new guests. Mrs. Andersen.
- Hello, Mrs. Andersen. Max Berggren. - Philip Dupont. How do you do.
- Hello. And welcome. - Thank you.
- Were you alone on the train? - Yes.
I think there were two ladies in first class.
- There were? - We could have brought them along.
No, I think they have a ride, but it's nice to hear they're coming.
Well, let me show you to your rooms.
This is it.
Nice.
- The gramophone goes in here, miss. - OK.
- Do you like music? - Yes.
Then let me show you.
This is Louis Armstrong. Do you know him?
No.
Please, have a seat.
Thank you, but I'd better get back to work. But it sounds nice.
- That wasn't a success, was it? - Nah. There are other pretty girls.
We have new guests.
Did Mr Aurland forget to turn off the radio?
No, it's the new guests.
What a horrible racket. It's impossible to hear the phone ring.
Well, thank God.
- When is your wife arriving? - They returned from Italy last night.
- How long have they been away? - For six weeks.
Amanda met a young man at the velodrome.
- No, really? - Willy!
How do our children meet those types?
A good idea to go away for a while then, so she can come to her senses.
- Did it work? - I haven't spoken to my wife yet...
...but I'm bloody anxious.
- I bet you are. - Ditmar is picking them up now.
It was right here. All of a sudden the road was packed with cows.
- I did leave early, I'll tell you. - It's all right, Ditmar.
- What did you do about the cows? - I asked them to move along.
You've got yourself a bit of colour in Italy.
The weather's been wonderful. Right, Amanda?
- Yes... - You've got a nice colour.
So you say.
- Florence was more than 30 degrees. - Did you see the Uffizi?
- Pardon? - The big art museum?
No, it was too hot for that.
I went there forthwith with my parents.
- Forthwith? - Yes, immediately.
- Nobody else uses words like that. - Really?
- You live in the wrong century. - You think so?
- You'll end up in a museum. - Be nice to Count Ditmar.
It's all right. I know Amanda.
- Your ear pendants become you. - Ear pendants?
- Is that also wrong? - You gave them to her.
Oh my, you're right.
Don't worry about it, my dear Ditmar.
Come and see what's on the menu tonight.
Stuffed calves hearts with apples and leek.
And profiteroles with liqueur.
Sounds nice.
Hello.
- Philip, here it is. - Hello.
We're in 11 and 12. Could we order some cold white wine?
Yes, of course.
- Was it your music? - Did you like it?
Yes.
Nice. And a corkscrew and glasses?
- Don't you want it in your room? - That isn't necessary.
But a couple of sandwiches would be nice.
- As you wish. - Then you can hear some music.
- We haven't got time for that. - Tonight perhaps? When you're off?
- We won't be off until very late. - But we'll also be up very late.
Is this your first summer out here?
Edith and I have been here three years, and Martha four.
We didn't expect her this year, but her marriage didn't happen.
- I see. - We'll bring you your food.
Thank you, miss.
Why did you say that?
- I just said we didn't expect you. - You said my marriage didn't happen.
What now? I didn't say that Mads ran off with Jenny from Hotel Udsigten.
They have arrived from the station.
And Ms Madsen is here.
They've just arrived. I can ask them to keep it down.
No, there's no need for that. Count Ditmar might want to dance.
That's very possible.
- That negro music is unbearable. - Let's go for a little walk.
Then it'll probably be over when we get back.
- Hello, Mrs Fjeldsø. - Hello.
- What's going on? - A couple of young men have moved in.
- They have set up rooms in there? - Yes, two rooms.
- This is my sister. - Lydia Vetterstrøm.
- Therese Madsen. - The wife of merchant Madsen.
- Your son's not coming this year? - No, he's not.
He thinks plants in Sweden are more important than his mother.
He's got a very noble scholarship at the Linné Institute in Uppsala.
- How nice! Congratulations. - Sweden is so wonderful.
Once I attended a very interesting course on Swedenborg.
- Who? - The spiritualist.
- You don't know him? - I don't think Mrs Madsen cares.
- Goodbye, Mrs Madsen. - I wish you'd stop...
...the spiritualism nonsense while we're here.
There you are!
- Let me at least get in the door. - Therese, six weeks...
You'll have to wait a little while longer. I met Mrs Frigh.
Why have you told her about Amanda? About our trip?
I had to explain why I came here alone with Vera.
Must everybody know she fled from someone you didn't like?
You didn't like him either. Now tell me, how did it go?
- He got a new girl in the meantime. - I told you. He was no good.
I'm not sure we should've interfered.
If we shouldn't interfere in her choice of men...
- How is she? - Ditmar cheered her up a bit.
- Did he really? There you go. - You can forget about that.
You have to admit she enjoys being around him.
Yes?
Oh, it's you, Ditmar, come on in.
I just wanted to ask, how did it go with the young man from Copenhagen?
She had forgotten all about him when she came home. It was just a whim.
- What is it? - It's a vase.
- What am I to do with it? - You can put flowers in it.
You can put it in the window back home for instance.
- It's from Naples. - Thanks.
Mum also has something for you.
- Welcome, Ms Madsen. - You're also here this year...
Yes, I've been here all winter.
Really? Isn't that terribly lonely?
I haven't thought about that. We've been busy.
- Do you need help unpacking? - No, I've already done it.
- Can I talk to you briefly? - Yes...
Remember last year when Morten came to your room?
Morten?
Your boyfriend?
You had sent for him so he could repair your sister's trunk.
My sister's trunk?
When Morten came in, there wasn't anything wrong with it...
...but you wanted him to stay, so you locked the door.
- I did what? - You locked the door...
...and threw away the key, so Morten had to crawl out the window.
- You don't remember? - No.
No, I can assure you of that.
The only way Morten could get in was through Mr Lindberg's room.
And that's where your father saw him-
- and that's why he thought it was Morten who killed Mr Lindberg.
You'll have to excuse me. It's been a very long journey.
I don't understand why I have to hear what you think happened last year.
If your father knew Morten came from your room...
From my room? Goodbye, miss. And say hi to your boyfriend from me.
Sadly I can't. He's been on the run for a year because of your father.
I thought you knew that.
Don't be mad, but can I say something?
- Never mind. - What is it?
- You shouldn't mix with the guests. - What do you mean?
When you ask about music you could be leading them on.
- Nonsense! - I knew you would be mad.
- Ms Fie? - She's upstairs. Shall I get her?
No, that won't be necessary.
Perhaps I'm a bit stupid, but do they really think Morten killed Lindberg?
Yes.
Because of what my father told them?
And you're telling me he's on the run?
He ran and set out on a long voyage when they came to arrest him.
- But you're speaking with him? - No, we write to each other.
- He hasn't been home for a year? - He doesn't dare.
Not even when his mother became ill and died this winter.
But he's on his way home now because he knows you'll be here.
He was hoping you could speak to your father, if you...
- lf you remember... - Yes, I...
Unfortunately I do remember the incident in my room.
It wasn't my proudest moment.
Sorry, if it seemed like I was accusing you in your room before.
A lot of stupid things happened last year.
But I never realised my father saw Morten when he came from my room.
But I will tell my father that, so he can speak to the police again.
Have you seen my father?
Leslie and Bertha, Mum nearly had a heart attack.
Oh my, look at you.
That's just me. I've brought along some costumes this year.
- Kids like that. - Don't you want to play, Mum?
Mum has to stay here, so she can hear the phone when Dad calls.
- Have you seen my father? - He was just here with Count Ditmar.
They're probably in the garden.
Or perhaps they went to the beach.
- The water is wonderful, isn't it? - Yes.
- Your husband has started painting. - It distracts him from bad news.
- What's that, dear? - We were talking about your painting.
- Can I have a look, Mr Aurland? - Yes, you're most welcome.
Well... It isn't quite finished yet.
You're inspired by the new abstract painters?
It was supposed to look like clouds...
Sorry, of course. That's obvious now. It's very vivid.
- Thank you. - Does it have a title?
No, I'm just thinking "Clouds"...
Or "Ominous Clouds"...
Or even "Ominous Clouds on the Horizon". I'm not sure.
Oh, they must be the ones with the music.
Yes, I think those are the new guests.
Come on, Philip!
Some of the old guests are missing this year.
Only Adam Fjeldsø... And Frigh, but he's dropped off his family.
- We haven't seen Weyse either. - Well, I forgot about him.
- Have you heard he divorced? - Divorce? No!
- Yes, in the spring. - What a shame.
Third time lucky I would have thought.
And his lovely wife and the little child.
He's not lucky in love, that's for sure.
- Who is she? - It's the one from the station.
Is it really?
How did I manage to miss her?
I just put my foot in it.
The undersecretary has begun painting, and I couldn't make it out.
- Where's Dad? - He's with the Ditmar at the lot.
- I'm going there. - They'll be back soon.
- I have to talk to him. - About what?
I'm not going to the county meeting without the architect.
- I spoke to him yesterday. - No more delays.
He's promised he'll be here tonight at the latest.
You've arrived. We were just talking about you.
- Architect Berggren, merchant Madsen. - How do you do.
- This is the architect? - Mr Berggren has designed the houses.
- I hope you're satisfied? - Yes, now I am.
But your first design was awful.
I gathered you aren't a big fan of functionalism.
No, I like pretty houses with shapes like women.
Not square shoeboxes with flat roofs.
- And that has been corrected. - Perhaps you can explain...
...why the county is stalling? - No, hopefully we'll know tomorrow.
- Let's hope so. And you are? - This is my friend Philip.
I told Ditmar about him. The best art designer in the country.
Max is exaggerating. Philip Dupont.
Philip is just the guy to sell the houses.
Well, let's get them built first, Berggren.
- Our aperitifs? - They're ready, sir.
Thank you.
"Let's get them built first, Berggren."
Hello!
Are you the young people who've moved into the new rooms?
Yes, we're in rooms 11 and 12.
I have to advise you when you play your music-
- that the walls are very thin.
- We'll keep that in mind. - The rhythms are lovely though.
Olga! Can you feel the cold wind?
- What wind? - It's Andersen. He's wandering.
- Lydia, please. - I feel him very clearly.
Don't argue with me, because I do.
You only say that because I told you Mr Andersen collapsed right here.
- You haven't told me that. - But I have!
- I told you the day we arrived. - No, you didn't.
Yes, I did. And please get a grip.
I sense that Mr Andersen wants to say something.
Have the twins and Ms Malling heard the gong?
- I can go and have a look. - Yes, please.
No running. Have you washed your hands?
- No. - Oh...
- Where's Ms Malling? - She said she wasn't hungry.
- Oh. - Leslie!
Bertha! Be nice and untie Ms Malling, so we can get something to eat.
Mrs Fjeldsø's sister says she can see the dead Mr Andersen.
- She says what? - She's a spiritualist.
- Is she really? - Don't believe such nonsense, Vera.
I don't know about that. We have a ghost at Frijsenholm.
My father's aunt Victoria is setting the clocks.
- She's the boss' daughter? - You'd better keep your hands off.
Your mother said you visited the lot.
They walked the other way home.
- I wanted to talk to you, Dad. - What about?
- It can wait until later. - Then it's probably about money.
No, it's absolutely free.
- It's Otto. - Is it Dad?
Yes, sit down. My husband is arriving. Can we get an extra plate?
- Frigh's arrived. - Set an extra plate.
Edith is on it.
Bon appetite, everybody.
Did you arrive from Aalborg?
Yes, and I got some company at the station.
A guest who was waiting for Larsen for a lift.
- A guest? - Yes...
- Is it really you, Weyse? - I'll be damned!
- Weeds and actors can't be held down. - Actor.
- Good evening, Madsen. - Weyse!
And the missus.
All my dear friends.
- And Mrs Fjeldsø. - Mr Weyse.
Oh. Allow me to guess. Your sister?
- How did you know that? - It's the kinship.
- It's obvious. - I find that hard to believe.
- Mrs Frigh. - Mr Weyse. Welcome.
- Undersecretary. - Good evening, Weyse.
Would you believe it? Mrs Helene is also here this year.
- Weyse has arrived. - I thought he was in France?
- Guess who just arrived. - Not only Frigh, but also Weyse.
- Then set a plate. - But the gentlemen from 11 and 12...
Then he'll have the table next to the twins.
A sea view room comes with a table facing the sea.
- 11 and 12 also have a sea view. - Yes, I'm aware of that.
It's Weyse's table.
We don't move the guests while they're eating.
- And you have started painting. - Yes.
Who told you that?
- Well... Where did I hear that? - Mr Frigh perhaps?
- In the car? - Indeed. It was Mr Frigh. In the car.
Welcome, Mr Weyse.
We didn't know you were coming, so I hope that table is acceptable.
- By the twins? - Yes...
Excuse us, are we sitting at your table, sir?
How were you supposed to know?
You know what? We'll figure it out tomorrow.
It's no problem for us to move now.
Thank you.
- That was very kind of you. - Don't mention it.
You are too nice, Philip.
A bit of distance between you and the boss' daughter is a good thing.
- You look tired, dear. - That's probably because I am.
- Where is Mrs Malling? - The children say she isn't hungry.
I see. Oh well.
All right, tell me, how much do you need?
I've told you it's not about money. I want to ask you a very big favour.
Yes please, miss.
- We would like some coffee! - So sorry, Mrs Fjeldsø.
- Mrs Aurland? - I think she's on her way.
- Do any of you gentlemen play chess? - I'm afraid not.
What a shame. My regular partner isn't here this year.
Tell me, is it true Mr Fjeldsø might be arriving later in the summer?
- Yes, we expect he will. - Then one will have to be patient.
Thank you.
It's your turn to deal the cards.
Thank you very much.
- Merchant. Brandy? - Yes, please.
And a glass of sherry. Miss, two brandies and a sherry.
He wouldn't hear of it that Morten was in my room.
He told police what he saw, and he won't change that.
- Don't you want to play with us? - No, thanks.
But it doesn't matter, miss. We'll just do it ourselves.
We'll go and talk to the police tomorrow.
Yes. I think you should come along. But would you rather not?
No. I'd like to. I'll just have to ask permission from Mrs Andersen.
All right. Then I'll make arrangements to get us there.
- Don't you want me to unpack? - No thanks, I'll manage myself.
- My dear! - What are you doing here?
No, I don't want to hear it. You know we said you shouldn't come this year.
- Yes, but I had to. - Is that your excuse?
But let's not fight now that we're together at last.
But we aren't.
My dear Helene.
- I've missed you like crazy. - Edward, stop it!
- Come, let's lie down for a while. - No! Hjalmar is right downstairs.
All right, then let's go downstairs and talk to him.
- Let's put the cards on the table. - I told you that'll never happen.
Never. You'll be leaving tomorrow. Or else I will leave.
Perhaps now we can finally get started.
Excuse me, Mrs Fjeldsø.
- Herbal tea, Mrs Aurland? - Yes please, and a whisky.
- I'll be right back. - It's my throat.
- Are you opening a branch down there? - Yes.
Hasn't Aalborg already got quite a few tobacco factories that compete?
Is it viable?
The advantage is the skilled workforce.
But God knows it's been slow. We began four months ago.
It's a different pace out here in the sticks.
In the US it's a different story. I was in New York recently.
- What did you do over there? - He bought me gramophone records.
They are very much into commercials. I studied there for a while.
Everything is happening at an amazing speed.
They build enormous houses.
The Chrysler Building will be 77 storeys high.
- And one will be over 100. - 100 storeys?
- I'll take the stairs. - I heard a radio lecture...
...from the New York Stock Exchange. - Yes, the prices are rising rapidly.
- They said it's historic. - It's gripped with investment fever.
People are worried the country'll run out of stocks.
Exactly. The prices are much higher than the real value of the companies-
- and that begs the question: For how long can that go on?
Our dear pessimist, Undersecretary Aurland.
- It's only what I heard on the radio. - Who invests in companies...
...that don't generate a profit?
You're welcome to poke fun, but it's what I heard on the radio.
- When stocks rise to double value... - If only our Prime Minister did that.
Was it really necessary to remind us of him?
He got two years the last time. He'll be done soon.
Then he can work in your cigar factory. He's supposed to be good.
Stauning is more fun than the last one.
- Are you a Social Democrat? - Nah, that's not me.
- After all... - I'm a Communist.
- Oh... - Last week he was a Social Liberal.
As if that was any better.
- Well, then you got your four hearts. - Yes.
Why did you play that club, when you know she's holding the king?
- I thought it was five of clubs. - Oh please! That was long gone!
- Weyse! Join us for a glass. - Thank you.
The lovely old piano is still here.
Oh dear...
Well, at least we had ourselves three quiet days.
Turn around, Lydia! You're encouraging him.
- I want to ask you something. - Me too.
- You go first. - No, you go first.
- Do you mean that? - Yes, come on, tell me.
First I'd like to say I missed you while you were in Italy.
- You did? - Yes, I did.
- A lot actually. - How about that.
And I've enjoyed our time together when I visited-
- and you let me win the card games. Sometimes.
When you suggested that we dropped the formal addresses I was happy.
- Very happy. - Thanks.
I was also happy when I heard that your friend in Copenhagen...
That you and he are no longer...
There you go. I'm no better than that.
So... I was wondering if you would like to consider...
Only to consider...
If perhaps one day it could be the two of us?
The two of us?
Of course you need to think about.
You don't have to answer me today.
Ditmar, I also think we've had a nice time...
Actually, I'd prefer it if you didn't answer me today.
- Then I won't answer you today. - It's a deal.
Your turn.
I just want to ask you if I can borrow your car.
I feel like driving to Skagen in the morning.
- Can I please, Ditmar? - How can I say no to you?
- What are your planning to do? - Just wander about...
- Hello! - What was that?
Is there anybody out there? Help!
I've given Ms Malling something to calm her down.
And I've had a very serious talk with the twins.
If they hadn't found her, she'd have been there all night.
I ought to have noticed. Sorry, Otto.
Well, at the end of the day it's Ms Malling's own fault.
You're here to relax.
- Have you been to the beach? - Yes.
I said I'd call. I hope that didn't tie you to the phone all day.
No. No, of course not. I've got plenty to do.
And if it was important the girls would have found me.
- So you've been relaxing? - You bet.
All the things you are spared, my dear...
Boring business, lunches, dinners, negotiations, responsibilities...
How I envy you.
- How was the water? - The water?
- The water at the beach? - Lovely.
- Were you there with Mrs Aurland? - Otto, we've already been there.
When you don't want me to, of course I won't do it.
- It spun out of control last year. - Yes.
You never know who's at the beach at that hour.
No.
But why are you unpacking, my dear?
- I'm leaving again tomorrow. - You are?
- I've told you that, Alice. - I haven't been listening properly.
Please tell them that breakfast has to be ready at 7.
- I'm leaving very early. - I'll let the girls know.
It was very nice of you to come all the way up here tonight, Otto.
Yes.
It'd help if you concentrated on the game instead of that spirit nonsense.
Just because I sense things that you don't. You want me to deny it?
It's like Peter denying Jesus three times before the rooster crowed.
That's not quite the same if you ask me.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
But if you can see the dead you ought to be able to see the five of clubs.
Now they know. Your breakfast will be ready at 7.
Where's your car? I didn't see it in the yard.
- Amanda borrowed it. - Amanda? Why?
She felt like taking a drive, I guess.
There you are. Have you slurped enough coffee for us to go?
Yes, I'm ready.
And you've brought the right drawings and not the rubbish you did first?
Why does he have to say the same things repeatedly?
Because your shoeboxes were a shock.
- Why does he dictate my designs? - Because he's paying.
I don't care about his money. I'm leaving.
- I'm serious. Right now. - What about his daughter?
- Come on in. - Thank you.
- A quick swim before leaving? - I'm not leaving.
That's the impression I got from my wife.
I think you've misunderstood, my friend. Weyse's not leaving.
No. Who told you that?
I don't recall. But I believe there were some meetings at the theatre?
- The theatre? It's closed all summer. - That doesn't make sense, Helene.
No, but then maybe you were going to France?
That was my initial plan, yes.
But then I realised my love lies here.
- Once you've been here a few years... - Exactly. Then you can't stay away.
Well, the blue waves are calling.
I'll see you at lunch.
I keep forgetting to call your father.
You don't have to. I told him about your powder this morning.
- He says hello. - Thank you.
Did the clouds disappear, Mr Aurland?
Yes. I dread sun and blue skies the coming days.
- Have you settled in, Mrs Madsen? - Yes, it was quite easy.
It's so nice to be back. And so many new things.
- It's nothing really. - New rooms, the car park...
And a hot-water tank in the bathroom!
So the girls won't have to carry all that water. They're all Fie's ideas.
- She's been here all winter. - She's a really good help, it seems.
Have things fallen into place after your husband? The son in America?
The estate hasn't been wound up yet.
It takes time with letters back and forth.
But we expect to see Poul here in a couple of weeks.
If he lives in America surely he's not interested in the hotel?
- No, why would he be... - Well, I'm trying to find Amanda.
She's probably on the beach.
SKAGEN POLICE
You had locked the door and thrown the key out the window?
Yes. Morten had to climb out on the roof and in through Lindberg's room.
It was the only open window.
So when my father saw him it had nothing to do with Lindberg.
- It was the only open window. - I opened it myself.
The room hadn't been used for a while.
My father thought Morten had been in there to steal money-
- but he only came out of there...
- Because the window was open. - Yes.
I see.
Your father said he saw Morten argue with Lindberg over money.
They didn't argue.
Morten helped Lindberg with the car, and Lindberg wouldn't pay him.
- But then Mrs Andersen paid him. - Yes, in the kitchen. I saw it.
I see...
Your father also said that Morten had been downright violent.
It was my father who hit Morten. I was there.
I see.
I have to say that you young ladies make a good case.
But since you've come all this way I assume you father doesn't agree?
He does. I've talked to him. He just didn't have time to come himself.
Then you might be so kind as to get him to call me?
I'd like to hear it from him that everything he told me was wrong.
- He's not in the best of moods. - Because of me?
And because of the county.
The conservation board wants to preserve the area. "Why our lot?"
So... You've made a complete fool of yourself in Skagen, I hear.
- I don't think they did that. - They?
- Ms Fie was also there. - So this is her idea, is it?
He's her boyfriend. She hasn't seen him for a year-
- because of what you told the police.
I told the police exactly what I saw.
Let's not fight.
I've explained a thousand times what he did in that room-
- but Dad doesn't want to understand.
You know I'm right. All you have to do is call the police and say it.
Why won't you?
Because you keep behaving so foolishly. This guy, then Willy...
Then I apologise. Will you do it then?
All of this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been with Morten.
You're mad at me, but he's paying the price. How do you think that feels?
Therese, can I speak to Amanda alone?
- Promise to be nice to each other? - Yes, yes.
If, and I mean if, I telephone the officer-
- and tell him that what I said last year was a misunderstanding-
- then I demand that you start behaving more like an adult.
And I assume you know what I mean by that.
Well, Ditmar told me that he asked you to marry him last night.
You'll only speak to the police if I say yes to Ditmar?
The choice is yours.
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