Badehotellet (2013) s01e01 Episode Script

- Go home, if you're angry.
- But you promised them you'd come.
It's just for the summer, Dad.
And we need the money.
We can manage.
You're coughing worse than the car.
You really are.
- Mrs.
Andersen sounded nice.
- So now you're looking forward to it? - I'm not looking forward to this.
- Amanda, we always have fun.
- Leave her alone.
- You promised I could go with Ella.
- I never promised that! - Stop it, please.
- I agree with Vera.
- Promises are meant to be kept.
- Dad promised I could go with Ella.
- Be quiet, young lady, or get out.
- Then let me out.
- Wouldn't you like that? Andersen's Seaside Hotel - Make sure to avoid the guests.
- Dad They're city folk.
They're here for a time and turn everything upside down.
- Their world isn't like ours.
- I won't fraternize with the guests.
I'll be in the kitchen.
They sounded like good people.
Martha, for crying out loud! I've never seen such clumsiness! - I'm so sorry, Mr.
Andersen.
- What good will that do? I'll deduct it from your wages.
Every single penny.
- Martha just broke six plates.
- So what? - Is that all you have to say? - I have to make dinner for our guests.
- What did you pay for the plaice? - 60 øre a kilo.
You should have bought flounder.
No one can taste the difference.
We always serve plaice on our guests' first day.
No matter what the cost! Just throw money and plates around.
Who are you? - You must be Fie.
- Yes.
Come in.
I'm glad you could come at such short notice.
We spoke on the telephone.
Welcome.
- This is my husband.
- How do you do? - How old are you? - 18.
- Where have you worked? - As a scullery maid for our vicar.
- Have you served at table? - No.
Turn around.
All the way around.
- She can replace Martha.
- Julius! We can't hide that pretty face here.
She'll be our new parlourmaid.
- Mrs.
Andersen said I'd be in kitchen.
- I make the decisions here.
Get that into your pretty little head.
Edith! When Mr.
Andersen makes up his mind, there's no changing it.
- Will Martha object? - She used to be a scullery maid.
- Is being a parlourmaid difficult? - You'll learn.
And I'll help you.
It's fun being around the guests.
Mr.
Edward Weyse comes every year.
- Who's he? - He's an actor at the Royal Theater.
- I've never been to Copenhagen.
- Or seen his film 'Harem's Night'? No.
Yes, that will do.
All you need now is an apron.
- I don't have a clean one.
- Then ask Otilia.
- It's not against the law to think.
- No, sir.
I'm not lending her one.
After ten minutes, she's a parlourmaid - She must have turned his head.
- She seems very nice.
You say that about everyone, Edith.
She can wear a dishcloth for all I care.
- Mr.
Andersen will be angry.
- I don't care.
He can't treat Martha like that! - Have you found an apron? - We were just talking about that.
- I have an apron.
- So what's the problem? - There isn't one.
- Get it.
The guests are on their way.
I can smell the sea.
Can you smell it, girls? - Yes.
Ugh! - I won't let you ruin my mood.
- What was that? - I think it was chickens.
- We were lucky.
Not a scratch.
- What about the chickens? Yes, the chickens, Georg.
Someone is coming.
I'll take care of it.
Are those your chickens? You can't let them run around on the road! Someone could get hurt.
Take them to the old farm and shove them where the sun doesn't shine.
- The nerve! - What did he say? - He asked for compensation.
- Obviously! You killed his chickens.
Should I pay for them when he can't keep his poultry off the road? - It's only six kroner.
- It's not that.
It's the principle.
- I won't be spoken to like that.
- How embarrassing! Quiet! It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been moaning.
- Is Dad home? - He's at the mill.
Shall I get him? Don't tell him I called.
Get Mom's black dress for me.
I need it since I'm a parlourmaid.
And a light blue one for mornings.
Take Mom's blue dress and the white apron on the shelf.
- We mustn't touch Mom's things.
- I need the dresses to keep my job.
Get them, Ane.
Send them by post to Andersen's.
I left the address.
- Can you remember all that? Ane? - Yes.
- The guests are arriving now.
- Hurry, before Dad comes home.
Thanks for lending me your apron.
Get in line now.
- Welcome, Mr.
Madsen.
Good trip? - Fine, thanks.
- We had a little accident.
- A trifle.
Are we the first ones here? - Yes.
- What did I tell you? We made it from the Aalborg ferry in less than six hours.
- It must be a record.
- Here comes Miss Vera.
- Isn't Miss Amanda here? - Yes, she is.
Hello.
Welcome.
Didn't Amanda come this year? Don't be stupid, Molly.
Of course she came.
Here she is.
- Welcome, Miss Amanda.
- I'll take them to their rooms.
We installed electricity this year.
It's nice to offer our guests the latest modern convenience.
- Is this the place you eat plaice? - Welcome, thespian.
That's Edward Weyse.
He bought a motorcar.
Hello, Madsen.
- Another new motorcar? - I was tempted.
- Sibylle, darling.
Meet the Madsens.
- How do you do? We read about the wedding.
And more congratulations are in order.
- When did you leave Copenhagen? - We took the night ferry.
- That's cheating.
- What's that little bathtub? Is there enough room to turn the wheel? If you don't have an erection.
- And what have we here? Miss Otilia.
- Welcome, Mr.
Weyse.
- And Miss Elin.
- Mr.
Weyse.
- Goodness! You're new.
- Yes.
- What's your name? - Fie.
- Fie.
You're very young.
- I'm 18.
Are you now? Delightful.
Delightful! - He almost got my name right.
- She gives herself airs.
- Mr.
Weyse just asked her her name.
- Yes.
What'll be next? Let's go down to the water.
Come on, Amanda.
- Go, if you want to.
- Stop being cross.
You're not going to Hornbæk.
- Your luggage, Miss.
- That one is mine.
- Shall I leave your suitcase here? - You might as well unpack it.
I usually use that closet.
- Sorry.
- I won't be using it here anyway.
- Would you like it? - Would I like it? No, what use do you have for it? Is this your first season here? - Yes.
- It's my eighth.
It's so boring.
My sister and I are the only ones under 30.
They're coming from the station now.
Perhaps there are new people this year.
- Welcome, everyone.
- No, they're the same ones.
Come and see.
Not one of them is under 30.
- There are two children.
- The twins? Just you wait.
- Let me take that.
- No, I've got it.
- It looks heavy.
- It's fine.
Three weeks with them.
It's unbearable! - You'll be serving dinner, right? - Yes.
Miss.
Come over to our table during dinner.
- And give me this.
- Give you it? Don't be so curious.
Just say you've been told to give me this.
Put it away until then.
Those rotten twins.
Don't run in the hallway.
Miss Malling? Where is she? She had to answer the call of nature.
But I can No, Alice.
It's her job.
Miss Malling! - Sorry.
- Tell the children to settle down.
- Thank you.
- Leslie, get off the windowsill! - This hasn't changed a bit.
- No.
Apart from the electricity that I wrote to you about.
- It doesn't come cheap.
- It's a shame in a place like this.
- Excuse me, Mrs.
Frigh? - We like to rough it a few weeks.
- We like candles.
Don't we, Otto? - Then we'll use them instead.
I told you so, Molly.
We could have saved our money on electricity.
- The guests couldn't care less.
- It was your idea, Julius.
No, it was because the Hotel View had it.
See what competition leads to! We try to outdo each other in wages - - so an incompetent girl has to be paid over 100 kroner a month.
You might want to wait till later with that.
- Leslie and Bertha, wait for me! - Must I tell you again? - Was that the manufacturer's voice? - Hello, merchant.
- So you're here as well.
- We were first.
- Who owns the sports car? - Weyse.
He bought a house outside Copenhagen.
The new wife is loaded.
He's had better luck this time.
- How was your trip? - Aurland was insufferable as always.
He brought a case he's secretive about.
And he got seasick on the ferry.
Again! They're thinking of building a bridge.
I told him, but he'll believe it when he sees it.
Forever the optimist.
I'm sorry about the noise, but the radio works.
- So that's what was in the case.
- Pardon my secretiveness.
I wanted to be sure that I could get the new station first.
- Has Miss never seen a radio? - No.
- Let Miss Fie see the marvel.
- Do come in.
- It's not necessary.
- It certainly is! It's a real radio.
Congratulations on your new purchase, ma'am.
Isn't it wonderful? Now we can all listen to a march! It's for the news, not music.
Now we don't have to wait two days for the newspapers to arrive.
It's time for plaice! Now we have to listen to him retelling the news from the radio! Must I tell you again, children? Thank you.
Well Mrs.
Fjeldsø.
I don't think you've met my wife.
- How do you do? - That's not your wife.
Yes, it is.
I went through a painful divorce last winter.
I see you've recovered.
Do you play bridge? - No, unfortunately.
- Pity.
The two previous ones did.
- Alright, Mr.
Adam? - Yes, thanks for asking.
Adam is a teacher at a high school.
The board admired his herbarium.
- Herbarium? - Plants.
His book on pressed plants.
He'll show it to you one day, if you ask him nicely.
- Is he a bachelor? - That's his mother.
She tries to find a nice girl every summer.
- But it's impossible.
- Why? He seems nice enough.
- What would your table like to drink? - Just water for me, please.
- Georg! - Christ! Where's your sister? I'm right here.
- Did you go down to the water? - No.
I'll come with you.
Water, dear Daddy? No, I want a brew.
Andersen! Can a man get a brew? Start with the Weyses.
- Would you like a plaice? - Are you taking me from the right? Always serve from the left.
Why are you helping her? You're better than the new girl.
You address the guests as mister and missis.
I'll remember that.
Mrs.
Aurland would like raw vegetables.
She doesn't eat meat or fish.
Only raw vegetables.
- It's some German doctor's diet.
- Does she want raw asparagus? Your fish is cold now.
The Private Bank was on the radio.
There's a crisis brewing.
I already told you that.
The central bank will have to bail them out - - just like they did the other bank in '22.
That's an exaggeration.
It might look bad from the Ministry's point of view.
But the private sector is prospering for once.
Bank packages? Those days are over.
I agree with Frigh.
Cheers! Excuse me, but I have a letter for you, Miss.
What is it? A telegram.
- Oh, no! Oh, no! - What is it, Amanda? It's from Ella's parents.
She's very ill.
- What's wrong with her? - A high fever.
They want me to come.
If she's ill and asking for you, we can't forbid it.
Can we, Georg? - I didn't hear the car.
- The radio was on.
- Let me see that.
- Let Amanda pack.
- Will you drive me to the station? - Of course, he will.
Miss Amanda is wanted on the phone.
It's Miss Ella from Hornbækhus.
- Ella? - There was a party going on.
She must have recovered.
You must have misheard.
I'll tell her I'm on my way.
Certainly not.
Sit down.
Sit.
Tell Miss Ella that my daughter is unavailable for the next three weeks.
Miss? You're new here.
Let me give you some advice.
Don't play my daughter's game.
And get me another bottle.
- What did she do wrong? - I don't know.
But she was scolded.
- Who's on evening duty? - Edith and I.
No, let Fie learn the ropes.
And don't be too generous with the booze.
It's expensive stuff.
Fie, if you have questions, ask Otilia.
- What kind of merchant is Madsen? - Canned goods during the war.
Now he's into real estate.
He owns half of northern Copenhagen.
- His mother was a laundress.
- He isn't a man of culture.
No, but he can buy all of us.
- Are you sure you don't want coffee? - I need to rest my swollen feet.
- You go ahead, Edward.
- No! And leave you all alone? Come and lie next to me.
There we go.
Put your feet up.
Off with the shoes.
That's better, isn't it? - How do you like my secret hotel? - It's lovely.
It's a delightful room.
- Yes, isn't it? - Did your ex-wives stay here too? I told you that with you it's different.
It's fine, Edward.
If you knew how miserable I've been here.
No, I'll spare you that.
I just want to think about us.
You and me.
You make me crazy! - Edward - You do.
I can't control myself! - No! - What's this? - What do you mean by 'no'? - I've been thinking.
- It's wrong with a baby on the way.
- You can't be serious.
It's only four months, my dear.
Come.
- Hello? - I have a call through to Hornbæk, Ella? If my father knew I called you, he'd kill me.
- Where is he? - The patio.
Most of them are in bed.
"It's been such a long trip.
" How are you? I wish you were here.
The men are wonderful.
- And you're with old people.
- They're not that old.
- You poor thing! - There are plenty of young men.
- You're kidding.
- No, I have my eye on a few.
- I'll pick one and go all the way.
- All the way? Really? - You bet.
- Then I will too.
Let's make a bet on who comes first.
And no cheating.
- We have to update each other.
- How immature.
- Don't you dare? - I do.
I have to go now.
Here comes one.
He's gorgeous.
I'll be right there, darling.
My entrance was after Mother Karen sang in The Elf-Hill - - and suddenly I heard heavy snoring.
It came from the royal box.
I looked up there.
His Majesty was actually napping.
Mother Karen sang him to sleep.
Of course, King Christian woke up once I was on the stage.
And made his escape.
I'll take care of this.
Ask if anything is needed outside.
No wonder His Majesty was tired.
There is much to be worried about.
Saying all is well is self-delusional.
We haven't seen the consequences of the war yet.
What do you think, Miss? Is our present well-being self-delusional? - Can I get you anything else? - No, thank you.
- A little snack wouldn't be amiss.
- Not for me.
I'm off to bed.
Goodnight.
- What do you say, Madsen? - Just three or four sandwiches.
- And our manufacturer? - I've lost my appetite.
Aurland gives me indigestion.
Him and his perpetual pessimism.
- Nonetheless, his wife is glowing.
- But not thanks to him.
Why does he come here every year? We're not here to discuss politics.
Defeatists like Aurland give the upswing a bad name.
Do you know what I'd like to do? Throw the damn radio out the window.
Goodnight, gentleman.
Our manufacturer declined.
So five or six sandwiches will be fine.
Coming, dear.
Now I deserve a cognac.
Miss Fie, please.
- Which bottle is it? - Read the label.
No, my dear woman.
That's the wrong glass.
Let me.
This is a cognac glass.
Now it's just the two of us.
Let's dance all night.
- That's not a good idea.
- It's a wonderful idea! You're waking everyone up, Edward.
Aren't you coming to bed? I was on my way.
It's sweet of you to come and get me.
- Goodnight, Miss.
- Goodnight.
You knew it was the wrong glass.
- I can't correct all your mistakes.
- You were right next to me! - What have I done wrong? - Do you really want to know? Martha finally became a parlourmaid after three years, and you ruined it.
You can close up.
- All the guests have gone to bed.
- Good.
Come here, Fie.
I want to show you something.
Look.
It'll be the world's tallest skyscraper.
They're building it in America.
My son Poul is a big shot over there.
This seaside hotel - - that I built with my own two hands, no.
It isn't good enough for him.
A measly postcard.
That's all I've gotten from him in ten years.
Molly has no idea, but she's not his biological mother.
She has no idea what it's like - - when a child turns its back on his father.
I'd like to ask Mr.
Andersen a question.
Otilia told me about Martha wanting to be a parlourmaid.
- I don't mind if we switch.
- Switch? So Martha is a parlourmaid, and I'm in the kitchen.
Are you telling me how to run my hotel? No, I just meant that You've been here one day, and you're already telling people what to do! No, I just wanted to tell you that I don't mind working in the kitchen.
You don't mind working there? I'm very pleased to hear it, Fie.
- What time is it? - Go back to sleep.
Complaining to Mr.
Andersen never gets you anywhere.
It was kind of you, but I prefer working in the kitchen.
Being a parlourmaid is Otilia's thing.
She's always full of ideas.
And she's been to a folk high school.
Where have you worked? - At our vicar's in Kærhøj.
- Why did you come up here? I called all the seaside hotels in the spring.
- Mrs.
Andersen called yesterday.
- Jenny left.
She gets five kroner more a month at the View.
Mr.
Andersen was furious.
They pay well here.
At least more than the vicar does.
My father would be upset.
He thinks the vicar's wife recommended me.
And he didn't understand.
He thinks places like this are wicked.
He's right.
- What does your father do? - He's a miller.
He's ill, but he won't admit it.
The flour has destroyed his lungs.
I hope I can earn enough to send him to a sanatorium.
- Morning.
Has Fie overslept? - She's been at it since 5 a.
m.
Mr.
Andersen put her to work in the kitchen.
Now she has to do both.
- Why? - She asked to switch with Martha.
- Did she talk to him in private? - I said she was good enough.
That may be, but it was stupid to complain.
- Did you hear Fie's in the kitchen? - I did.
- Get the eggs going, Martha.
- No eggs were delivered.
Only milk.
- Then run down and get some.
- I can do that.
Where? The first house down the road.
Hello.
- I came for the eggs for the hotel.
- Didn't you get any eggs? - No, just milk.
- That's terrible.
Are you new? - Yes.
I started yesterday.
- As what? - As a parlourmaid.
- They sent you for eggs? - I help out in the kitchen too.
- Is it fun? - In the kitchen? - Waiting on city folk.
- It's fine.
- Who owns the big motorcar? - Madsen, merchant.
- Is his last name Merchant? - I don't think so.
- What's your name? Fie.
Can I have the eggs? Breakfast will be served soon.
Morning! Darling.
Has everyone slept well? Yes, thanks.
- What's this? Where are the eggs? - There aren't any.
- No eggs? - No eggs.
They can't do that! We always have eggs.
- Good morning! - Good morning.
Have you noticed the weather? It'll be sunny all day.
The radio reported some showers.
Morning, Weyse.
Where are the eggs? - We have an egg crisis.
- I beg your pardon? No eggs today.
Neither boiled nor scrambled.
Mr.
Andersen, where are the eggs? Adam eats two soft-boiled every day.
I'm sorry, but they're coming.
Here's Fie with the eggs.
He said there weren't any because a guest ran over his chickens.
- What's this nonsense? - It was only three little ones! - What do you mean? - They were in the middle of the road! - Were they? - I couldn't avoid them.
There aren't any eggs because Dad ran over the chickens.
He must have other chickens.
That's true.
Three dead ones is no excuse, Fie.
He said they were the ones that laid eggs for the hotel.
- What did he say? - That those three What insolence! First he demanded compensation and now this! - Change your supplier, Andersen.
- It's the only poultry farm nearby.
- This is blackmail! Bolshevism! - Georg.
Pay the man! - Get those eggs on the double.
- You have a right to the chickens.
I don't want the damn things.
He must have plenty of mouths to feed.
- Here.
Give them my regards.
- I will.
- Are you staying all summer? - Yes.
Then we'll meet again.
Wait a minute.
- You forgot these.
- It's not necessary.
- The merchant paid for them.
- He said you could keep them.
Why? He said you might need them more than he did.
Well.
Did he now? I have to They're waiting.
Now everyone is happy.
Mr.
Madsen still wants to strangle him.
- He has some nerve.
- It's funny.
"They lay hotel eggs.
" Now the rooms need doing.
That goes for you too, Fie.
- I'm almost ready.
- Fine Take your time.
Chin up, Georg! Don't be such a sourpuss.
Who's going in first? I'll show you who's going in first! Come on in, Vera.
I beg your pardon.
I didn't realize.
I'll come back later.
Not so fast, Leslie and Bertha! Wait for me.
- The woman is hopeless.
- Stay here, Alice.
It's what we pay her for.
You're on vacation.
- Are any new ladies coming? - Yes, next week.
- Really? - Yes.
A young teacher and her mother.
A young teacher.
Really? Dear God.
Let this young teacher be interested in my Adam.
I argued with Dad again today.
He's hopeless.
- How about? Did you pick one? - I haven't decided yet.
- I have all summer.
- I've found one.
Do you remember the fun boy from the yacht club? I might choose him.
- Hello again.
- Hello.
What the hell are you doing? - Have you lost your mind? - I didn't see you coming.
Hold on.
- Remove your chickens immediately.
- They're yours.
You bagged them.
- But I don't want them! Remove them! - Thanks, but no thanks.
You look like you need them more than I do.
- He's a cheeky devil! - One of your beaus? - What's so funny? - That would be sweet revenge.
- Remove those chickens! - How did they get in there? - It was that man.
- I said I didn't want them.
Bury them, burn them! I don't care.
- Get them out of my sight! - I'll see to it.
Hot-head.
Fie! Get down here at once! How did this happen? I told you that the merchant didn't want them.
Was that too much information for your little head? Go and pack your things.
You're fired! - But - Not another word! It won't do.
Fie's gone from scullery maid to parlourmaid in one day.
And she hasn't tried it before.
Then you punish her by doubling her work.
If you fire Fie, we'll leave as well.
Won't we, Edith? - Yes, we will.
- You know what? Then leave.
Leave! All of you! Go pack your things and get out! I can easily replace you.
- Julius! - If you chime in, you can leave too! No eggs for breakfast, and no maids at lunch? Will you serve the guests? Then do as you please.
- Thank you.
- He made me so angry.
- Where did they come from? - Mr.
Madsen mustn't hear.
He thinks they've been buried.
Mr.
Andersen won't let them go to waste.
So tonight it's chicken and asparagus.
- What's the poultry farmer's name? - So you're interested in him? - Stop it.
- Morten.
- What are you doing here, Dad? - Get in, Fie.
Come on now.
Being a parlourmaid wasn't my decision.
I told Ane not to tell you.
Don't worry.
I can take care of myself.
I really can.
Dresses and aprons? Where did they come from? - I bought them.
- Did you? - Yes.
They mustn't upstage you.
- But we still have Mom's.
Nobody touches her dresses! Mom died two years ago, Dad.
She's not coming back.
- Do you want me to come home? - No! No, go and get on with your work.
Off you go.