- Swedish customs arrested him. - In that case he got out quickly.
- I didn't know fishing paid so well. - Isn't this where Madsen's building?
He'll buy the land from them?
Have you told your beloved husband that you're expecting?
- I can't. - What about you and Ditmar?
He's trying to convince himself he's not like that. It's about money.
Is marriage that important? Isn't it just an old, dated convention?
- Mr Fjeldsø has got married. - How happy they look.
Is it really so bad?
- We're buying the family hotel. - Shouldn't it continue as always?
If you think we need this hotel, you can think again!
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- Take these for the trip, Poul. - Thank you, Molly.
- You don't want Larsen to take you? - I'm happy to walk.
- Have a nice journey, Mr Andersen. - Thanks.
- There's a bit of Danish pastry left. - Thanks.
I just had to finish Mr Andersen's lunch pack.
Thanks. My pockets are filled with Danish pastries.
- It's a long trip to America. - Don't forget your promise:
- That you'll be back soon. - I will.
I'll walk with you a while. I'm getting eggs.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Poul.
Is Poul moving back?
He wants to start up a car dealership now he won't have one in America.
- Is it you, Alfred Jensen? - It's so quiet here.
- Did all your guests leave? - No, not until the morning.
They're on the beach to see Mr Frigh's new sailing boat.
Would it be possible to have a quick word, Mrs Andersen?
Hello.
- Hello. - Hello.
- You must be Morten's fiancée. - You know Morten?
Yes, we've sailed together.
- You're Morten's skipper. - He's mentioned me?
- Only that he had a Swedish skipper. - So you don't know my name?
No.
- Gustavsson. - Hello.
- Hello, miss. - Fie.
Morten mentioned that his fiancée worked as a maid at a hotel.
- I didn't know it was so close by. - It's just over here.
Right there? How nice.
- Have you seen a Swede? - How did you know?
- You have? - At Morten's.
- Was his name Bremer? - No, Gustavsson. Who's Bremer?
- He's a bootlegger. - What's a bootlegger?
See, Fie doesn't know either.
They smuggle booze from Germany to Norway and Sweden where it's illegal.
Alfred Jensen said Bremer was on the run and dangerous.
- Sure it's not him you've met? - I'm sure. This one's not dangerous.
He plays the accordion. He's Morten's skipper.
He's borrowed the house for a few days. He's very nice.
- Let's go, Edith. - They're at the beach. Frigh's back.
- It's strange though with two Swedes. - You think it's him?
- No, of course not. - Not if it's Morten's skipper.
I'm saying I don't think so. Why are you so pig-headed?
You're the one who said it was strange with two Swedes.
There's no reason for you to come. Just put it on the tray.
- I can do it. - I can handle it myself.
- Well then, here you go. - Edith!
You've been for a walk? How are you today?
I'm very well, Edward.
You've made a decision. I can see it on your face.
My child won't begin life with a lie.
I'm so happy. You're going to tell your husband?
- Yes. - It's the only right thing to do.
The unsweetened truth. Of course there are different ways to say it.
- Lf you want me there... - No, it's between Hjalmar and me.
- Now please leave. - You have no idea...
- Be a darling and leave. - Yes, yes...
- Imagine the two of us together. - The three of us.
Three? Surely your husband shall not...
- The child, Edward. - Oh, but of course...
The child. The little child.
- Now, please leave. - Yes.
- No... - Now, go.
Oh. You're not coming down to see Mr Frigh's boat?
Pardon? No...
My sister neither. She just wants to go home.
I've told her it's a full day before everybody else. She won't listen.
She's still devastated that Adam has married and converted.
- Has your sister finished lunch? - Yes. Please enter.
I'll take your tray, Mrs Fjeldsø.
Have you ever dreamt about having kids, Miss Edith?
Yes... I hope I will one day.
And you've dreamt about holding that little child in your arms?
Yes. If I'm ever lucky enough to meet the right man one day-
- and we're blessed with a child...
Then I have to tell you something, Miss Edith.
One day that child will turn against you.
It will mock you with its actions...
One day you'll find yourself alone and abandoned.
- Have you finished with your cup? - Huh?
The cup... Go ahead and take it.
His name's Gustavsson and he plays the accordion.
- Really? - He seemed very nice.
- Then perhaps Morten is on his way. - Maybe even tomorrow, he said.
Then maybe he'll stay for a while. That'd be nice.
With the guests leaving it's only us two left.
Yes...
You also have something to tell him, haven't you, Mrs Andersen?
- Or are you having second thoughts? - No, when the right time comes...
- I'm just happy he's doing well. - But...
By the way, there was a letter from grocer Damgaard. He apologises-
- and hopes we'll stay with him.
- Has he earned that? - I think he's a nice man.
- With a crazy wife. - Yes...
Good thing he didn't get the hotel. That it's all yours, Mrs Andersen.
I'm hoping it'll be yours someday, Fie.
Mine?
- How do you mean? - Who else should succeed me?
- Is Mrs Fjeldsø doing any better? - No, I have to say.
She's talking strangely. The Adam situation's made her crazy.
I can't remember Mrs Fjeldsø going four days without bridge before.
Have you told her about the Swede? He plays the accordion.
Yes, so I hear.
- They're asking for you. - Isn't it just a boat?
Yes, it's really boring.
Amanda.
- Where are you going? - To the beach.
I hoped we could spend some time together.
- Aren't you busy with Mr Dupont? - He's just showing me something.
- It's your own business, Ditmar. - Come and have a look.
- Amanda would like to see the poster. - You're welcome to, Miss Madsen.
- It's Dad's houses? - Yes. Do you like it?
- It's nice. - It's only a test print.
- You've done the houses well. - Let's hear what your father says.
We're going out to buy the land for the road...
You haven't done that yet?
The farmers keep raising the price. Your father wanted to wait it out.
Let's hope they'll sell now, or the project will fall, won't it?
- I've tried to talk to him... - It's so typical of him.
Amanda, why don't we go to Skagen when I return?
I thought it'd be nice to spend the last day with my fiancée.
- We've gone over this already. - Yes, you have.
But it doesn't matter how I feel?
- When do you head out? - I follow the tide tomorrow morning.
How long is he gone for?
He doesn't tell me small details like that. It's his holiday, mind you.
- We haven't seen a lot of him lately. - No, the branch was more important.
Can I come?
When you're older you can be the captain.
What's that, Otto?
I said Leslie can come when he's older.
What about Bertha?
I think she's got your queasiness with the sea, my dear.
Yesterday, when I picked up the boat in Aalborg, I felt I was 20 again.
He thinks it'll make him younger.
It would've been nice if Alice could come, but alas.
He's chosen it because he knows I can't cope.
- Dad! - My son-in-law is picking me up.
We have to close the land deal.
- Gentlemen. - Good luck, Madsen.
Alice, hold on. I was thinking of taking the twins for a quick sail.
How nice of you, before you go away for weeks.
How are we going to get to Copenhagen? I can't drive.
Manager Berthelsen will drive you home.
Then I should be all smiles.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Is that your fine boat on the beach? - Yes.
It reminds me of a lovely boat from Neglinge I once had.
- Neglinge shipyard in Stockholm? - You know it?
I should say so. My boat was built there.
- You don't say! - I do.
I had a feeling. Mahogany from Honduras. Bermuda rigging.
Congratulations. You've got a boat of the highest quality.
Do you hear that, Alice? You also had a boat designed by August Plym!
- It's a small world. - Yes.
I sailed a lot as a young man but had to stop because my wife...
- Otto, I'll be upstairs. - Sorry, when men talk about boats...
Then you're on your own. Are you checking in?
No, I'm just talking a walk. I was trying to find a bite to eat.
Miss Edith, this gentleman would like to have lunch.
Just some sandwiches or something like that.
- Are you Swedish? - Yes, I am.
Perhaps you should let the kitchen know.
Yes.
I hope I didn't frighten the little miss.
They are just common girls from the area.
There's a Swede with Mr and Mrs Frigh.
- A Swede? - Yes.
Then we have to call the police.
- There's a Swede in there! - He's sitting in Mr Weyse's chair.
That's Mr Gustavsson.
- The accordion player? - Lucky we didn't call the police.
- He says he wants goose. - He can't have that.
Goose with butter.
"Smörgås". That's sandwiches in Swedish.
- How would I know? - What kind of sandwiches?
- I'll ask him. - Hello again, miss.
I still think we should call the police.
But... it isn't him.
Well, at least let's tell Mrs Andersen.
- She's resting. - Then I'll tell her later.
Police have asked us to call if a Swede turns up.
It's not our job to judge if it's the right Swede.
Olga. Adam just called. From Frederikshavn.
- He's on his way. - On his way where?
- Here. - Here? To us?
- Yes. - What does he want?
He thinks he can just say sorry and everything will be forgotten?
- He's coming to drive us home. - Adam can't drive.
He's bringing his wife and the child.
They're on their way home from Uppsala, and they're picking us up.
I won't be seen here at the hotel with her and her child.
- It's his child as well now. - It'll never be his child!
It's Mr Weyse's child! A conversion won't change that!
- Tell me, did you write to them? - Well, yes... I thought that...
- That we had to answer their letter. - That letter was for me, Lydia.
I'd wish you'd keep your nose out of my business.
- Sorry. - Well...
When they arrive you'll just have to tell them to leave again.
I don't want to see them.
- What do we do in Copenhagen? - What do we do now?
No, Max... Where can we see each other?
- At your place. - At my father's? No way.
- We'll go to your place. - That's not a good idea.
- Why not? - We'll go to Germany.
- Germany? The two of us? - Yes, to Dessau.
Ever heard of Bauhaus? The architect school with new stuff.
- Not like your dad's houses. - Aren't they your design?
- Because I'm a have-not who has to. - I think they're pretty.
A house should have the essentials. The things that serve a purpose.
- Lf you were a house... - lf I was a house?
Then I'd say that... This mouth and these kissable lips...
...I'd keep. And your breasts...
Oh my, those we can't live without.
And down here...
Max...
- That was my mum. - Your mum was here?
Damn.
- You had your lunch? Bon appetite. - Thank you.
- Has your husband sailed off? - Only a short trip with our children.
But he's leaving tomorrow on a longer trip. To Sweden actually.
- Really? - It's funny that you're Swedish.
You think so?
The girls said the police were here looking for a compatriot of yours.
- The police? - A bootlegger.
- By the name of Ernst Bremer. - And why would he be here?
You're so right.
Why would that type of person come to a hotel like ours?
Apparently he'd been spotted here, but he's operating in Frederikshavn.
Did they say what he looked like? So I can look out for him.
They didn't say. But I think it's best to keep away from that kind.
Sorry, I didn't mean to say anything bad about Swedes.
- There are bad apples everywhere. - That's right, Mrs?
Sorry... I haven't introduced myself.
- Alice Frigh. - Ernst Bremer.
No. You can't fool me. The girls have already told me you're Gustavsson.
What did Mrs Andersen say? She didn't think we should call, did she?
No.
- I told you so. - Edith, you say so many things.
- Excuse me. But I did tell you. - What if we're all wrong...
...and it's him in there?
But then Morten's also a bootlegger.
- That's what Otilia thinks. - I never said that!
Oh yes. That's exactly what you're saying when you say he's Bremer.
Now he's gone. He's a lot of fun.
When he heard we're having mackerel he wanted to stay for dinner.
- He's eating here? - No, I'm taking it.
No, isn't that too dangerous, Otilia? He might hit her with the accordion.
- What do you mean? - Nothing.
- Have you talked to Dad? - He's not back yet.
But when he's back you're going to tell him?
I knew it...
Amanda, wait. Wait, Amanda!
I don't understand how you can do it.
It's not even three weeks ago you got engaged.
How can you behave so... so shamelessly?
- Shamelessly? - What else would you call it?
While you and Ditmar are preparing your wedding you're with another man.
Mum, Ditmar and I... No, you won't understand anyway. You never have.
You just back up Dad regarding the engagement.
And I've been all alone.
Don't you think I know what the trip to Italy was about?
It was about getting me away from Willy, and I bet it was Dad's idea.
But you're behind him like you always are!
I'll be damned! The land has been sold!
Some lawyer has contacted the two fools-
- and bought the land from right under our noses!
And I know what you're going to say. I should've bought it sooner.
How would I know there were others? I don't get what people want with it.
But I'm going to find out.
Shut up for a second, Therese.
It's those who started the conservation case.
- Who? - Those behind the conservation case.
- Which conservation case? - How can you ask that?
The conservation case that scared the county governor-
- so we weren't allowed to use the existing road. Of course it's them.
But two can play that game. I need the names from the governor.
Now I've paid for his racing and drowned him in champagne.
I'm off to Hjørring. He's going to spill that name to me.
- What name? - What the hell's wrong with you?!
I saw your husband head for the beach with his easel.
He's painting the boat.
- Have you talked to him? - I will.
I have to tell you something wonderful.
- Edward, you can't stay here. - Guess who just called.
Sophus Paulsen. From the theatre.
The one that was so terribly boring in "The Fidget".
The sweet thing has bought a house-
- and asked if I wanted to take over his apartment in Tordenskjoldsgade.
Six rooms and a large one at the back for the child and the maid.
For the child and the maid?
Are the beds still like this?
Why are they like this? Haven't you stopped?
- You have, haven't you, Helene? - That is none of your business.
I demand to know if you're having sex with your husband.
- Edward, you're silly. Now leave. - Yes.
- I'll take that as a no. - Do that. As long as you leave.
Wait till you see the apartment. It's right next to the theatre.
And you can see me play every night. It'll be wonderful!
Can I come in?
I'm sorry if you feel like I haven't been supportive.
Because you think you have?
Perhaps in the beginning you and Ditmar weren't...
...but eventually I think you looked happy together.
- We're breaking off the engagement. - Dad won't be happy about that.
Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.
- What's wrong between you and Ditmar? - Nothing's wrong. It's just...
- We're too different. - And you and Mr Berggren aren't?
- It's completely different. - It's serious, I can tell.
- Is it for him as well? - I don't know.
- Does Ditmar know? - Yes.
- He also knows about Mr Berggren? - Yes.
Amanda.
Do what you believe is the right thing to do.
Mr Fjeldsø, welcome. And Mrs Weyse.
We didn't know you were coming.
- We're picking up Mum. - And his aunt.
- She's so sweet. How old is she? - Seven months now.
Those are Mr Madsen's holiday homes. You remember them from last year?
They haven't been built. Somebody tried to get the area conserved.
That's us, miss. It would be a shame to build on such a lovely spot.
There's outstanding flora that has to be protected.
- Adam! - Hello, Aunt Lydia.
How nice it is to see you again!
- This is Sibylle. - Yes, I know.
We received the lovely wedding photo.
But you're even prettier in real life!
And little Sarah. How adorable she is.
- Is Mum upstairs? - Yes, but we have to talk, Adam.
Hello, Mum.
- We're here. - Haven't you talked to Lydia?
Yes, we just met her.
Didn't she say Larsen is driving us to the station?
There's no need for that now we're here.
- You're already packed, I see. - Put it down, Adam. Put it down!
- I'm taking the train. - Mum, you're being childish.
Perhaps you can throw yourself into marriage without my saying-
- but at least I decide how I travel!
You think everything is about you.
But this isn't. This is about me and Sibylle!
I come here to introduce you to my wife-
- and all you're doing is being rude!
Will you hold Sarah while I say hello to your mother?
- Hello, Mrs Weyse. - Now I'm Mrs Fjeldsø, Mrs Fjeldsø.
Yes, I guess you are.
- Can I sit down? - Please...
They're happy to have Adam at the Linné Institute.
They're considering a chair.
- Then we'll be staying longer. - Then perhaps you could ask him...
...to clear his room at my place. - I'll tell him that.
- I've begun playing bridge there. - And how is that working out?
My partner isn't much better than I am, so not very good I'm afraid.
No, of course. Two on your level...
And now my partner has lost interest I have to find another.
- Hopefully one better than yourself. - I have one in mind already.
- She's one of the very best. - Is that so.
- It's you, Mrs Fjeldsø. - Me?
Yes! Have you ever been to Sweden?
My late husband and I went on a day trip to Landskrona.
- That's more than enough. - Uppsala is a very beautiful town.
If you saw Linné's garden... And the cathedral of course.
Surely you don't visit that. And neither does Adam any more.
Our apartment is very big. You can stay there for as long as you like.
No, thank you.
- I don't think it's for me. - I'm sorry to hear that.
Then I won't be able to prove that I'm right.
My bridge opponents wouldn't believe my mother-in-law was that good.
They wouldn't?
We're staying for dinner. And we'll leave together afterwards.
You're incredible.
And your mother is staying with us in Uppsala during winter.
- You can't be serious. - Yes, I am, Adam.
- They're staying for dinner. - Set up Mrs Fjeldsø's table.
- Yes. - I'll do that. You have Gustavsson.
- Is his meal ready? - It's packed.
- Hopefully his knife isn't too sharp. - What?
It's just Edith talking nonsense.
- It's you. - Who else? The police?
- There's a roadblock. - They've also been at the hotel.
- How do you know? - Mrs Frigh told me. Nice lady.
- You've been there? - Yes. I was hoping to meet this...
...merchant Madsen you're so mad at. I had to make do with lunch.
- Christ. There's plenty of cans here. - The food is much better there.
- Tell me, how did it go? - We had customs chasing us all night.
- We lost them at Daftö. - And the cargo?
- We got it in and hid it. - They won't find it?
Only if they look up. We spent all night binding it to some trees.
- What was that? - It's my dinner.
Have you ordered dinner?
- Are you really here? - I've just arrived.
I'll look the other way.
- For how long are you staying? - When are the guests leaving?
- They'll be gone tomorrow. - Then I'll be over afterwards.
- It smells nice. - I should've brought you some.
- We'll share it. - No, we won't.
You can have some of the cans you like so much.
Well, I have to go. We're about to serve dinner.
- Thank you for the meal, miss. - You're welcome.
You haven't told her what you're up to?
- Not yet. - Maybe you should.
- You found it? - Yes.
Mum always forgets this under the bed. Where's Sarah?
- She's with Granny in the car. - Would you believe it. Are you here?
- Hello, Mr Madsen. - Hello, Mr Fjeldsø.
I've just met with the county governor.
I don't know if you know, but I've got a building project-
- and there are some bumps on the road because someone's trying to stop it-
- through the conservation board. So I ask the governor who that might be.
And he tells me that it's some of my friends. "It's who?!"
"How can they be friends if they work against me behind my back?"
"People I've been holidaying with for years, who I call my friends."
"That can't possibly be true."
I've said from the beginning that the flora can't cope with the buildings.
- OK, Mr Fjeldsø, name your price. - Excuse me?
How much do you want for the land?
The land? What land?
The land you bought from the two toothless fools.
The land I need to establish a road-
- because you've blocked the use of the existing road. How much?
- We haven't bought any land. - 20 øre per square metre? 3.000 kr?
- I'll give you 5.000. - Mr Madsen...
- The work must move forward. 10.000! - What's going on?
- They bought the land. - No, we didn't.
- 20.000, final offer! - If we'd known there was a lot-
- we could've bought to prevent the project, we would've considered it.
- But it isn't us. - 25.000 kroner!
Georg, listen to what they say! They haven't bought it.
I'm afraid we have to go. We're visiting family in Viborg.
- Have a nice trip. Until next year? - That would be nice.
Georg, you have to calm down. It's our last evening here.
Tomorrow Ditmar and I will go to Skagen to twist the lawyer's arm.
Trust me, I'll find out who bought the land.
- Is your husband back? - Yes, he's back. Georg?
- Yes. What is it? - I'm sailing first thing, so goodbye.
Same to you.
It was nice to meet Mr Fjeldsø and Mrs Weyse.
Sorry, that's not her name.
- Too bad you didn't catch them. - Georg just did. Didn't you, Georg?
And I have to thank you for your tip on the American stocks.
- Did they make any profit? - You bet. There goes your pessimism.
- Well, goodnight. - Goodnight, everybody.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight. Sleep tight.
To imagine they've made that much on American stock.
I thought it would only be temporary. But I have to admit-
- that I haven't found time to listen to the radio this year.
- Hjalmar, I... - The question is if I really need it.
- Hjalmar... - I've enjoyed painting on the beach.
I've really enjoyed this summer. With you.
When I saw Mr Fjeldsø and his wife at dinner-
- I thought: "It's a miracle."
And this whole summer has been some kind of miracle happening between us.
I hope you've felt the same.
I think we've become closer than ever before.
And the credit for that goes solely to you, Helene.
Just looking at you moves me.
My sweet, sweet Helene. What did you want to tell me?
What was it, my dear?
Is that the boring book you want me to read?
I wasn't sleeping. I was just wondering what kept you up.
I had to wait for the rest to go to sleep.
- Are you coming to Germany then? - It'll be difficult... My parents...
Why can't we go to your place in Copenhagen?
- It's so messy. - Is it really that bad?
Yes. It's very bad.
Whoops... Where are your clothes?
I must've forgotten them. Should I go and get them?
Not on my account.
Have you heard the great news, Mr Weyse?
- No, what's that? - The Aurlands are expecting.
I feel like a young lad gossiping, but we'd almost given up hope.
- Never give up. - No, that must be the lesson.
When is she due?
We expect mid March. But nothing is certain of course.
- You've told him that it's his? - Yes.
What about the stuff about the child not beginning life with a lie?
It won't. It's Hjalmar's child.
- But that's not true. - Yes, it is.
I got the dates mixed up.
There's no room for a little child in your world.
And you know it.
- It's just you and your art. - Well...
- It is my calling. - I know it is.
But... are we never going to see each other again?
No.
Not like this.
You are... the most wonderful woman I've never married. You know that?
Yes, Edward.
Pardon, Miss Madsen, you wouldn't happen to know where Mr Berggren is?
- I think he's gone for a final swim. - We think he's gone for a final swim.
I'll let him know. Goodbye.
- Shall I pass on a message to him? - Yes, please. It was his wife.
She'd like to know when he'll be home.
I had no idea Mr Berggren was married.
- Are you sure this is Bremer? - Yes, I'm certain, Mrs Andersen.
- I told you so. - He said his name was Gustavsson.
- Did he stay here at the hotel? - No.
- Do you know where he stayed? - No, we don't.
None of you?
- He just said he was out for a walk. - He was taking a walk. That's right.
- Can we have a look around? - Yes, of course.
What's Alfred Jensen doing here?
It seems the one they're looking for is Mr Gustavsson.
- The bootlegger? Gustavsson? - Yes, his name is Bremer.
That can't be true.
Mrs Frigh, you won't believe it. The Swedish gentleman yesterday...
...is the wanted bootlegger. - We thought he was hiding here.
But unfortunately it doesn't seem so.
We don't understand how he got away. Unless he can walk on water.
I'm afraid he's sailed with my husband.
- As a stowaway? - No, not as a stowaway, Miss Malling.
He asked politely if he could go.
Obviously, my husband didn't know who he was.
- I hope he won't get in trouble? - It's a serious thing to help...
...a wanted man escape.
- What could happen? - We'll probably look into the ship.
If it's been used for illegal activities it could be confiscated.
Oh. Actually confiscated? My husband's on his way on holiday.
- Well, that might not happen. - What a shame for your husband.
Yes. That's unfortunate.
Shouldn't we wait to see if Dad returns, then?
No. If Dad returns he'll take the train.
- Did you meet Miss Madsen? - No.
I thought she was going. Then you didn't get the message?
- Message? - Your wife asked when you'll be home.
Miss Madsen promised to pass it on.
Larsen will be here in half an hour to drive you.
- You'll be ready then? - Er, yes.
- Pardon, have the Madsens left yet? - Yes.
- Also Miss Madsen? - Yes, she left with Count Ditmar.
- Do you want a cup of coffee? - Pardon?
No, thank you.
Damn.
Why don't you end this warped marriage?
You've said that for three years. But you know it's impossible.
You're very silent.
I found out who bought the land. I finally spoke to the lawyer.
- Who was it? - You'll never guess.
- The one from over there. - Morten, you mean?
- Yes. - Morten?!
You do realise what that means, my sweet Ditmar.
It's tit for tat. You won't be able to buy the land. The project'll fall.
I just don't get how someone like him can raise the money to buy land.
Now there's only Mr Weyse left. He's waiting for Larsen.
Morten was gone for a year because they thought he killed Mr Lindberg.
When they finally realise it wasn't him he does this.
The officer said that if they catch Bremer he'll go inside for two years.
If he does, then Morten will too.
I've been stupid. All that money. Motorcycle and new clothes...
I should've seen something wasn't right.
I thought he was going to buy the house so we could be together.
Also here at the hotel.
I've been thinking a lot about what you said... That you thought I...
That maybe one day I should...
Fie, I think you should go and talk to him.
I don't know what to say. I just don't know what to say.
I think I'm going to take a walk.
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