Tyskungen Page #3

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I've ever known.

Warm, open...

And full of life.

Doesn't sound like the same person.

It was his fault.

Whose?

Patrik?

Hello?

Hello?

Take it easy. Don't scream.

Where are my papers?

Calm down and listen !

Get your car keys.

You're going to help me find the killer.

We're going to find Hans Olavsen.

- What do you know?

- Nothing.

What did Frans tell you?

Shut up and drive.

Where are we going?

- You'll see. Just follow the GPS.

- ETA, 7 hours and 3 minutes.

Erica?

- Kristina speaking.

- Hi, Mom...

Make a right turn.

Per, wake up...

We'll be at the border soon.

Put away the gun.

Put it in the glove compartment.

Erica's missing.

Erica's missing.

The car's gone too. She never

goes anywhere without telling me...

- Have you put out an alert on the car?

- No.

600 meters, then make a left turn.

Turn left.

You have reached your destination.

Hello?

Hello?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- We're looking for Hans Olavsen.

- What for?

- To talk about my mom, Elsy Mostrm.

- Who's he?

- Per Ringholm.

The guy who sent all those letters?

Is Hans Olavsen here?

That's me... I'm Hans Olavsen.

We're looking for an older man...

I was named

after my grandfather's brother.

Their father was German and their

mother, my grandma, was Norwegian.

Hans disappeared.

When your grandfather contacted me,

I found out

that he had gone to Fjllbacka.

Here, have a look at this...

So, Hans Olavsen worked at Grini?

Both Hans and Harald worked there.

- For the Germans?

- Yes, unfortunately.

That's one of the last pictures

ever taken of Hans.

That's Axel Frankel,

my mother knew him.

Who's that man? In the middle?

Espen... Espen Bye Askildsen.

We were in touch... a few years back.

When I was trying to find out

what had happened to Hans.

I think I have his number somewhere.

Would you like me to set up a meeting?

That would be great.

- It's me. I'm in Norway and I'm fine.

- Where are you?

I'll be home tomorrow.

There's someone I need to see first.

- I can't talk, Patrik. Bye.

- Who do you have to see? Hey...

Patrik, take a look at this...

This morning, at the Norwegian border.

Hang on...

What the hell...?

What have you done?

Why are the cops here?

What's going on?!

Hey!

God dammit, let me go!

Let me go!

Don't move... Nice and easy...

Hi there, Espen...

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

You have visitors.

- Who are they?

- The people who called you.

- To talk about Grini, remember?

- Of course I remember!

There's nothing wrong with my memory.

Hello, Espen.

- Are you Hans-Erik?

- No, it's Erica Falck.

Oh, right...

I was wondering if you

recognize Hans Olavsen.

- The guy on the left.

- On the left?

I need my magnifying glass.

Hans Olavsen. He...

He made my mother pregnant.

Back then, during the war.

I'd like to know more...

Who he was and what happened.

Right...

I don't remember his name...

Hans Olavsen, you say?

That sounds familiar...

That the enemy was evil and brutal,

I can understand that...

But all those countrymen

who did their bidding...

All the bastards that helped the enemy.

The infiltrators.

Who betrayed their own people!

They are beyond forgiveness.

And that one...

He tricked everyone into believing

that he was a nice person.

But he was the worst of them all!

- Out! Move it!

- Askildsen stays here.

Take him to the "lounge".

So Hans Olavsen

worked for the Germans at Grini.

He fled to Sweden,

pretended to be a member

of the Norwegian resistance...

And when my mother

realized she had been deceived...

She gave her baby away.

Nobody wanted to have a German brat.

But why Gran, Erik and Britta....

Frans said Olavsen never left Fjllbacka.

Could he have changed his name?

We should talk to Herman,

I think he knows something.

Could Herman

possibly be Hans Olavsen?

Herman...

- Could we have a word?

- What's the point?

My wife is dead

and I'll never get her back.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Just leave me be.

This isn't about your wife,

it's about...

...Hans Olavsen.

I don't know a thing...

I think you do know

who I'm talking about.

Aren't you Hans?

Drop the axe.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm not Hans.

Britta told me all about it.

It all began when Axel

came back from the war.

Hello, Axel!

Hello, Axel!

This is Hans.

Hello.

- So you're selling the house?

- Yes...

I'm hardly ever here.

Erik insisted on hanging onto it.

I have a flat in London, you know.

Do you remember that I asked you

about someone named Hans Olavsen?

Yes...

You have met him.

- Isn't that you, on the left?

- No, to the right. That's me.

Yes, but on the other side.

In a uniform.

That's Hans Olavsen.

I think I know who you mean,

maybe his name was Hans...

What can I say about him?

He was one of the guards.

One of the Nazi bastards.

That's all I know.

Are you telling me...

...that he got your mother pregnant?

Yes. And I think he killed

our brothers and Britta.

When were you imprisoned at Grini?

- Your medal!

- What?

I expect you want it back.

I'll go and find it.

"My father was arrested in 1943

and sent to Grini.

In 1944, he was

transferred to Sachenhausen."

Hans Olavsen, you say?

That sounds familiar.

That the enemy was cruel and evil,

I could understand that...

Who do you work for?

But that all these countrymen...

Wait!

The infiltrators...

...who betrayed their own...

Them, I cannot abide.

I don't remember his name,

but he convinced everyone

that he was a nice guy.

- Who were you in contact with?

- The Brits. Force 136.

But he... he was the worst of them all.

Askildsen stays here!

Take him to the "lounge".

There you are! I was looking...

You found it.

- Thank you.

- Thousands of those were handed out.

Come to the basement with me,

I'll show you my collection.

That's nice, but I have to go home...

I lied about Hans.

Our paths did cross, as you noticed.

I have to go...

Erica...

The basement.

You want to know the truth, don't you?

You were never sent to a German camp.

You were in Grini the whole time.

You sold out. To save your own hide.

What kind of nonsense is that?

I was transferred to Sachsenhausen.

Then why are you in a photo

from Grini taken 1944?

Who knows when that was taken?

This is absurd!

You've been talking to senile old coots.

I'm telling you the truth !

And you do want to know

what happened to Elsy, don't you?

Hans isn't a resistance man,

he's the son of a German Nazi!

He wasn't a prisoner, he was a guard!

He's tricked Elsy, don't let him

get away with it. - Frans...

He's fooled us all. Follow me.

Hans...

Hans!

Wait up...

- What it is?

- We just want to talk.

Have you been deceiving Elsy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're a Nazi.

Go right...

In there, we have the past.

What does this

have to do with my mother?

Patience!

Take a look around.

50 years of collecting...

Lots of knowledge.

Life is too short...

...for ignorance.

Take this, for example...

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