Skyggen af Emma

EMMA'S SHADOW

KIDNAPPING:

I got it, I got it!

Emma?

Emma?

Have you been dragging

more animals into the house?

Hello, Emma.

Look at this mess.

- I'm not the girl's nanny.

Impertinent replies, that's

all one gets in this house.

Is Aunt Mogga coming too?

- No, I think she has a cold.

Are you disappointed?

Remember, I told you

about the school play?

Inga got the part.

Yes?

- I'm sick of that school!

Yes, he arrived today.

Not until the boardmeeting.

Miss Zachariassen said my

essay was the best of the lot.

It's about Aunt Mogga.

- Grand Hotel as usual.

What's Aunt Moggas real name?

- Rodzianko.

Ludmilla Alexandra

Sumarokov Rodzianko.

Ludmilla Alexandra

Sumarokov Rodzianko.

Guess what I wrote.

- Henriques and Lwendren maybe.

I wrote about her escape

from Saint Petersburg.

The dogs were right behind her

and tried to bite her.

They kept barking.

- Danish Sulphuric Acid.

They barked like this!

- That's one possibility.

That's enough, Emma.

Get out of here at once!

And then I wrote that the

rest of the family was killed!

Look...

No, don't break it.

Aunt Mogga gave it to me.

I wish she was still in Russia.

Then we'd live in her palace.

Just the two of us.

And I would be called

princess Rodzianko.

Rodzianko.

Then a prince would carry me

off to a country far, far away.

Emma?

Kidnapping is my special area,

but only a small part of it.

I'd never choose a well-known

person like Charles Lindbergh.

How will they fetch the ransom?

The police will be waiting-

- when they come to get it.

What do you think, commissioner?

It's a lot of money. The criminals

will have thought of everything.

How can you talk about money?

A child's life is at stake.

It must be terrible to lose

your most precious possession.

The time has come for

this little girl to go to bed.

Say goodnight to the guests.

- Goodnight.

Don't you talk about anything

exciting whilst I'm away.

Nice girl.

You're eavesdropping!

- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are!

How often do I have to tell...

You haven't taken...

Your father is going to hear

about this. Now get to bed.

Lise.

Get rid of this at once.

And put Emma to bed.

- Now!-

That was about time.

Over there.

We're new at this.

The lords and ladies don't

care for warm champagne.

Are you hungry?

- No, we're going to "Nsen".

They serve cheap dinners.

- "Nsen"?

The best tavern in town

- Where is it?

In Poppelgade. You can eat

till you're stuffed for 1 kr.

Our father owns it.

- I see.

But you have to pay in cash.

- Sure. Here you go. Thank you.

Her ladyship hates animals.

You can keep it.

A hat for a cat.

You gave them my cat!

- Now, Miss... you know why.

Those little prols. Don't let

them in, they've got lice!

If you made yourself just

half as useful as them...

Any fool could do the kind

of womens work that you do!

No, Emma!

I think you forgot this, Miss.

KIDNAPPING:

I'll see if they have any.

One Sarah Bernhardt cake

- Thank you.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

Now stop it, Line.

Let's go. The brat's waiting.

Where the hell is she?

Give me a ride instead then.

Stop it, Line.

- Oh, my God!

"This is a kidnapping. "

Pay the ransom, if you want

to see your daughter again. "

"Don't go to the police if

you want what's best for her. "

"We'll be in touch. "

You can pick up

your paycheck tomorrow!

"Malthe, Malthe, till the end.

Malthe is my boyfriend!"

"Malthe is the one want. "

"I'm freezing, I am very cold. "

"Malthe, I hope,

my hand will hold. "

"Malthe, Malthe, till the end.

Malthe is my boyfriend. "

"Malthe is the one I want. "

"I'm freezing, I am very cold. "

"Malthe, I hope,

my hand will hold. "

I'm sorry!

My knees hurt!

- Yes, we'll take care of that.

Just be quiet.

- Watch where you're going!

I'm sorry.

- It's bleeding!

Stop it!

Here... sit here.

Right, now you just relax.

No iodine.

- Don't worry.

Please hurry up, Mister.

You can use my first name.

- It hurts!

You should watch your step.

- More light...

We need more light.

Light.

How about electrical ones?

- I don't have any more.

There...

You should've watched your step.

- Yes. Shame on you, Malthe.

Now look at my dress.

Ouch!

Are you hungry?

I think you are.

- A bit.

Let me buy you dinner.

I'll get something from "Nsen".

They've got split peas.

- What?

You know split peas.

You get two porkchops and

a piece of sausage. This big.

It'll only take a minute.

Maybe two.

KIDNAPPING:

You have to make the call.

Is she nice?

- She's good at screaming.

Mind your own business.

They do that now and again.

The money's in my pocket.

- Leave it till tomorrow.

Malthe's got fleas and lice!

- What did you say?

Help Malthe carry the food.

- No, thanks. I can manage.

But he does have lice.

- And you're a brat.

Where are you from?

- Where?

You can't be Danish.

- I come from Sweden.

When did you move here?

In 1927.

- And your Danish isn't fluent?

Is this yours?

- Yes, it's for my work.

Where?

- Under the streets.

In the sewers.

- Are you a worker?

- Yes. -

You're down there all day?

- Sometimes.

The work is good. Nice mates.

I'm not a real Dane either.

I was born in Russia.

Where?

- I said in Russia!

"Tavarish".

- What?

That means "mate" in Russian.

Well, I'm sick

of speaking that language.

My aunt and I had to flee

because of the... bolshe...

Because I come from

a very noble Russian family.

They killed my nanny.

Actually they shot my whole

family and stole all the jewels.

Apart from this.

And they're still after me.

That's why I hid in the yard.

What's your name?

My real name is Ludmilla

Alexandra Sumarokov Rodzianko.

Rodzianko.

- But you can call me Mogga.

Don't breathe a word of this

to anyone. Cross your heart!

I'll take you home.

I'd like to sleep here.

- But...

Go ahead.

Is it yours?

Yes. But you can use it.

- Thank you.

And please be quiet. My knee

hurts and I'm exhausted!

There's a certain person

I don't want to talk to.

Now you watch out

they don't catch you.

Thanks for your help.

If you ever need help again...

- That won't be necessary.

- No. -

So there was someone at home?

- No.

He's gone to work.

- Who is little Miss Know-It-All?

I'm his niece.

- Oh...

Malthe doesn't have a family.

Or so he always says.

I am his niece.

- He's so unreliable.

He's an ex-convict.

- Is that a fact?

Hey! I'm not working my knees

to shreds for the heck of it!

Get out!

- I'm sorry.

That's just not enough.

You wipe it clean!

What kind of girl is she?

- What kind?

What do you mean?

- Well... is she happy?

Is she hotheaded?

Does she have any friends?

She does very well at school.

But...

Happy?

I really couldn't say.

Excuse me for just a second.

- Yes. -

What are they going

to do about it?

They asked what she's like.

- What do they mean?

Her character...

whether she's happy.

What the devil can I say?

- Well...

You know Emma. Did you tell

them what she was wearing?

But what is she like? You're

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