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her mother, you should know.

I'm at the company all day.

- I don't need these problems.

Yes?

- The masseuse is here.

Thank you. You wouldn't have

a company were it not for me.

I knew it! Are you going

to start all that again?

I got a spoiled girl who's never

earned a single penny herself.

Who doesn't know her own child.

- I'll be right there.

We're closing the door now!

Or so you say. But aren't you

exaggerating dear Paul?

They never took notice of her.

All he thinks about is money -

- and the posh Mrs. Zlow spends

all day with her masseuse.

Family life is not for me.

- Our child wouldn't be a brat.

You're dreaming.

I'd like to stay

the night again.

They're still after me.

Two men. They're bolshe...

Bolsheviks?

My knee still hurts.

All that about the bolsheviks...

is that really true?

Then tell me about it!

Some things are

better left untold.

Yes...

You can stay here tonight.

I met the lady who knocked.

- What did you tell her?

I said I was your niece.

- I don't have a niece.

Now you do.

Let's go to "Nsen".

Then we can give

my dinner to the cat.

I'm not hungry.

Let's go.

You look silly with that hat on.

Ruth's looking for you.

Who's that?

My cousin.

- Is she staying with you?

Yes, for five days.

- Are you playing hooky?

I'm your niece.

Here's something for the smell.

- You don't smell too good either!

Eat up, Mogga.

That's my cousin.

I thought she was your niece.

- Oh, yes... my niece.

You haven't forgotten our trip

to the theatre tomorrow, I hope.

See you then.

That's my cat.

But you can hold him.

He's a bit dangerous.

Bottles, Gustav!

Let us see your girlfriend.

Or must we unwrap her ourselves?

I'm not going

to the theatre with her.

I get a niece who becomes my

cousin who then becomes my niece.

Her knee hurts and she's

being chased by the bolsheviks.

Then I get some tickets

for the teatre...

It's pronounced "theatre".

Are you unhappy?

No, but my knee does hurt,

and I am being chased.

Sure... I'm sorry.

I'll go with you.

But not in this old rag.

No...

- I've got money of my own.

Can you play Mikado?

The winner gets

a wish fulfilled.

- Yes. -

Do you mind stopping that?

Please stop it, Beatrice!

It moved! I saw it.

- No!

I won.

But you coughed just as I...

- Is that against the rules?

Does it work?

- No.

I want my wish fulfilled,

like we agreed.

Is that your girlfriend?

- No. -

That's the Virgin Mary.

Let me see your girlfriend.

- No.

I knew you'd be a sore loser.

You're all alike!

You can't trust the grown-ups.

They're full of promises.

But you're all

a bunch of cheats!

How old are you?

- Eleven.

So is she.

If you laugh

I'll wring your neck!

I'm sorry... she's very pretty.

I'm sorry.

I really am, Malthe.

11-year old girls can't run

around naked. That's indecent.

She does in the sewers.

But now she's in the company

of a noble Russian lady.

Shame on you, Malthe.

11 years in that smell.

Forgive me, Miss.

I don't think you smell.

Goodnight, Malthe.

I hope she hasn't changed. But

they won't let her walk about.

How many men did you get?

-10.2 in each part of town.

Maybe someone's noticed her.

You know how children change.

Take my boy. He's gone vain.

Now his parting is straight.

You'd never recognize him.

They might have cut her hair.

Get the lab to check this out.

Why don't you find

something a little smaller?

Where is the silly, little man?

He's bringing coal to your place.

Well, that's only proper.

He does so like helping others.

What do you mean?

Well, he's had a rough time.

But I did my best to help him.

Now I teach him when I find

the time. We both enjoy it.

Teach?

There's my pupil now.

Shall we go?

I told your niece about your

dancing lessons. Have a go now.

Come on... first step.

So you won't show your niece

what you've learned?

Yes, but...

- Come on.

I think we'd better leave now.

Why of course.

Good, hurry on inside.

Ruth, come along.

You wait here.

I'm afraid there's only

children's seats left.

Children's seats at the theatre?

- Now, it's not Ruth's fault.

Why don't I take the girl?

- I'm not going without Malthe.

Enough of that nonsense.

- Listen! I wouldn't dream-

- of seeing that stupid play

without Malthe!

You can just tell me about it.

- Won't you ever wisen up?

Such impertinence. Your niece

needs to be taught some manners.

That's what you think,

stupid bag!

Stupid b*tch.

- No, she's all right.

Why do you put up with it?

- Why?-

You let everybody use you.

This organ... it's broken.

It's out of breath.

It reminds me of myself.

Ruth says

you've been in prison.

That's what she says!

Some things are

better left untold, right?

The soul, Mogga.

The soul of the organ.

It's right here.

It's kaput.

Can't you just buy a new one?

- Yes... if I had the means.

But the sound...

The sound will

never be the same.

But it would help though.

I'm going to be late.

Say you overslept.

- No, my mates are waiting.

See you tonight?

Excuse me,

but have you seen Malthe?

Have we seen Malthe?

What do you want with him?

Look at this.

- You'd better feed him yourself.

Malthe?

Get out!

Get the bloody hell out!

What happens if...

- Nothing. Just go home.

You can't just stand there.

I can't...

Proletarians! Common, dirty

proletarians! Stupid prols!

And they're your mates?

- Nothing happened, Mogga.

It's my own fault. It's the

oldest trick in the book.

What have you done to them?

Just go home. Let's forget it.

- Forget it?

We'll show them yet!

You're drenched.

- So I won't notice it now.

If you run around the house,

we'll meet up.

Hurry up, then I'll let you

hear something beautiful.

Mogga, this is the voice

from the deep!

Malthe?

We meet again,

princess Rodzianko. Come on.

Hello?

Here, Mogga!

Are you there, Mogga?

Are you drowning?

No, no. See you tonight?

- Right.

Malthe... can you see me?

- Yes.

Clearly?

- Yes.

WITH LOVE EMMA:

"If you want me back, you must

put 2000 kr. underneath the pump-

- in Frihavnsgade tonight

at 7 pm precisely. "

2000..?

Mogga?

Mogga... are you asleep?

What are you thinking about?

The bolsheviks?

- A bit.

We've never really

talked about that.

Not that it matters.

Soon we'll get lots of money.

- Oh, we'll manage.

No, we won't. We'll start

by buying you some new clothes.

But don't ask anymore questions.

Promise me that.

Mogga...

what about your parents?

Were they..?

They've disappeared.

You'll find them again.

Maybe...

Yes...

Be sure to get that checked.

- Yes.

That's what we've waited for.

- Yes.

What are we to do?

Of course we'll pay, but...

We simply follow orders.

- That's easy for you to say.

It's not your daughter.

We'll send a man over

to help you with the details.

Her ladyship isn't

feeling too well.

Repeat it.

- We have to fetch a parcel-

- which Mogga can't carry herself.

And I'm not to tell anyone.

And I get 1 krone, right?

- Right.

Come on, Gustav!

- You can hold him.

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