Look, dad! Boats.
It's gypsies.
Mom!
- Get everything inside. - Gypsy boats!
Give me a hand instead.
Couldn't you give my boat some leeway, you leech?
You have plenty of room.
Shut up, you magpie!
Are you calling me a magpie, Pilate?
I am, and I mean it!
- You stole our booze. - Yes, I saw it myself!
- You did not! - Was it you, then?
Me? I'll tear your nose off!
Kill each other, and get it over with.
You louse!
Get out of here!
I've told you to be quiet when people can hear us.
People yell at us, too.
- What was that, Halvor? - Nothing. Must have been Peder.
I said nothing, you fish thief!
Fændrik, take your mother and sister ashore in the dinghy.
I need the rowboat myself.
And listen:
- Could I get an eider for dinner? - They're out of season.
- I'd like roast eider. - Can't shoot them now.
Eiders are tasty.
Yes, they are...
Hurry ashore!
Surely you must be imagining things?
No, it's true, Oscar. I'm afraid of him.
Oscar?
Don't you think...
- Think what? - That we should...
Marrying you is my greatest wish, Josefa.
But you're so young. And your uncle wants us to wait.
He gives me terrible looks.
He won't kill you.
That's not what he wants.
What do you mean? He's your uncle.
He doesn't seem to care.
Indeed? You'll find a way.
I must go. He'll be wanting his dinner.
Could you follow me home?
Not today. Eliassen wants his fish.
Well then... Goodbye.
Josefa...
Eliassen will have to wait for his fish.
Wonnerfol!
Good. You must learn our dialect if you want to be my wife.
A lovely place!
I'm glad you like it here.
What's that?
Seafaring gypsies.
Must be fun, sailing from place to place.
If you prefer stealing and cheating to honest work.
I'm sure they're better than you think.
If only you'd grown up here...
Why do you look at me like that?
You're so beautiful. So shining. So pure.
- You make fun of me. - I don't.
But I must be off now. Goodbye.
Bye.
Oscar?
Uncle's dinner will have to wait, too.
Wonnerfol!
- Shut up! - Same to you!
- I know Sebaldus' brushes. - Martinius made that one.
- You switched them. - I did not.
That's Sebaldus' brush! That's Martinius'.
- Not good enough for you? - That convict can't make brushes!
Shut up! People ahead.
Won't you buy something, kind lady?
We don't buy... or give away.
Show some respect for law-abid ing elders!
Get lost, or I'll call the police.
It's just our men you like?
I'll give my brother, Fændrik the message. Goodbye.
I'll be double damned!
Iru susre vondrene belske sastra bengt
You're not worth anything now, farm boy.
I won't waste gunpowder on you.
It's the worst rat hole on the coast!
Not even a brush sold.
This is what they offer decent travellers!
This can pass...
- Rock hard! - Abuse, abuse, everywhere.
You're one to talk! You abuse everyone.
Button your lip, snotface.
It's your brushes people shun.
Here!
- Be cautious! - Of whom?
- I'll saw your ugly head off. - Be quiet.
- I'll be off, if you want. - Off, you?
- Sure. I got 300 crowns. - 300?
Got you gaping now, have I?
Did you steal it? Well, I won't keep you.
I didn't know you carried a vote around here.
You're just a visitor until your mad husband is released.
Your folks caug ht fire?
Dad's coming!
My pillow!
And my quilt!
I see you're back.
You want a cup of coffee?
That wouldn't go amiss.
- You went ashore? - We did, Sebaldus.
- It went well? - Very.
Not at all. It couldn't have been worse.
You joker, you.
We did just as bad as that slob there.
No eider for dinner?
Come up on deck.
I want a word with you.
You feather brain!
You wanted something?
No, no...
Fændrik... come here.
Sit down.
I was in Hestnes today.
I looked at a boat.
- A fishing boat? - It used to be.
Yes, that's the one.
A good boat.
Watertight, well kept, and big, as you can see.
Expensive?
Just 175 crowns. And the stove is good.
I don't quite follow...
- If you're of a mind to buy it... - Me?
It's time you got your own boat. This will last you a lifetime.
What do you say?
The boat seems fine, but 175 crowns is a lot of money.
You've always been a good boy.
I was thinking about giving you the dinghy -
- and 50 crowns in cash if you take the boat.
Nah...
Maybe even 60 crowns.
- No... - If you don't dare...
- Of course I do! - I knew it.
- That's why I bought the boat. - You bought it?
You're your own master now. You can pity both Halvor and Peder.
Indeed you can.
Dad?
Last time I was here, I met the gorgeous Johanne.
Guess what she said? If I ever got my own boat, she'd come along.
So? Come.
You came as called. Coffee's ready.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
Halvor and Peder sail for Arendal tomorrow.
I'm off to Fevig myself.
- Where will you go, Fændrik? - Isn't he coming with us?
He is his own master with his own boat.
What?
His own master?
And you're sailing with him, Mathilde.
Jesus!
Me?
- Is Mathilde... - Not on your life!
I'm told your husband will be released soon.
Will he?
I'd rather wait ashore, than on a boat with that lout.
Is Martinius so much better?
Ten times better, even if he beats me. Which you're not up to.
You sail tomorrow, like I and Fændrik decided!
Fændrik couldn't decide squat!
But I can! Is that a problem?
Let go! Let go!
Now, do as I say!
You're not taking all that?
- He bought it! - All right then...
Get your sticky fingers off!
All cocky because you have a boat?
And such a nice boat, too.
Something wrong with the boat?
No, Fændrik got a real bargain. Watertight. And the wood's good.
He even gets Mathilde as company.
We must be off, Peder.
Bye, Fændrik. Good luck.
You'll be snug as a bug in there.
Nice to have been your brother-in-law.
Goodbye, Fænd rik.
They just envy you your good fortune.
What have you got there?
It's mine!
Look, Sebaldus! Did you give Mathilde the crystal vase?
- No! - Keep out of this!
A bit of rough sea will soften her. I did that to your mother.
- Go. - Yes, Sebaldus.
It's still afloat!
- You're off to America, right? - You need a push?
With a bit of luck, you just might survive!
You can inherit the crystal vase, Mathilde!
Mathilde, come up and give a hand!
Do you hear me?
Kiss my butt!
Is your pump working?
He'll be happy when Martinius is released.
Yes, in three years.
Three years? You said he'd be out soon.
You silly woman.
You rascal!
Cast that water to leeward!
Bitch!
- Can you mend this, too? - Certainly.
Nice dog. Dangerous?
Yes, it is.
No, you're not. We'll be friends.
- Want to buy a watch? - No.
- Trade one, then? - Sure.
Let's see.
Pinchbeck.
Here's a real watch.
Gentleman's model. Double springs.
One pulls, one drags. Genuine.
- No. - Ten crowns difference?
- I'd like ten crowns. - No, you give me ten.
- No. - Eight, then?
Five crowns?
Four, then? Three? One?
Well, have it your way!
We'll be good friends.
- Here you are. - Need a rat trap, too?
No thanks.
Hello. Nice day for a trade.
- What have you got? - These brushes are fine.
- How much? - O.25 crowns.
It's nice.
Nice doggy. You know me.
Thanks, doggy.
Good ham. How much, did you say?
- Ten crowns. - That was a bargain.
Are you going to make coffee or not?
- You bought coffee, too? - That was your job.
- You didn't give me any money. - Didn't you sell anything?
That's my money. And Martinius' when he gets out.
You're with me now.
I'm married to him, not you, you twerp.
- But I feed and shelter you. - I won't give you a cent!
- What did you say? - Shut up.
Where do you hide the money?
So you searched for it?
- They're coming! - The police?
- I'll throw the ham overboard. - It will float, stupid.
- Get up on deck and smile. - Don't let him find it!
- You bought it, right? - Were you born yesterday?
Welcome.
- A ham has been reported missing. - And I am, of course, a suspect?
Let me tell you one thing. I buy whatever ham I eat.
Sure, sure. Get his name.
- What's your name? - Fændrik. Son of Sebaldus himself.
Hello. Is this a social call?
Do you have a ham onboard?
You wouldn't believe me if I said no. Just look.
I suppose I will.
Poor thing. Are you hungry?
That's a good boy.
Mathilde Olsen, married to Martinius Olsen.
The one they call "the Limburger cheese"?
- That's the one. - He got a few years.
- No, he didn't. - He got three years.
Dad said he'll be out soon.
I don't know why, but he lied to you.
Three years? Three years with Mathilde?
Good God.
Finished soon?
- Get up. - I don't mind.
I'm perched on a ham I couldn't steal. Have a look.
Good Lord, I believe you.
Bye.
It's a dirty shame, accusing honest people like us.
I'll go to Kristiansand tomorrow and demand satisfaction.
We're suspected of everything. No law for us travellers!
- You're lucky I was ready for him. - Yes, you did good.
- At least one of us has a brain. - Could be.
- What is it? - You're not ill, are you?
What do you mean?
I mean, you really are expecting, aren't you?
What do you care?
I just thought we should be prepared.
We? Are you preg nant, too?
No. I just thought -
- it would be wise to go to Kristiansand now.
- To Kristiansand? - To Martinius, when he gets out.
- He could well be out already. - Might be a good idea.
I have no experience of this.
Wouldn't be much fun if the child popped out here.
In Kristiansand you could go to hos'pital.
It would save the midwife's fee and other things.
- You're not as stupid as you look. - I'll make a loss, not going ashore.
But my only concern is you.
- What do you think? - Well...
Then we're ag reed. I'll set sail.
- Are you in such a hurry? - Maybe.
I'm in pain! I worked too hard.
It's not true!
Do you need help, Mathilde? Do you need help?
It's passed. But we must get ashore fast.
Row, you moron! I can't have the baby here!
No, you mustn't! You promise?
Shut up! No need to scream, when I don't.
- Take the dinghy and get ashore! - No, the wind's coming.
Do as I say! I'll manage the boat.
- Don't stand there gawking! - I'll get ashore right away!
Just stay calm. I won't be long.
I'll be right back.
Please come quick! It's urgent!
Is the child yours?
No, my elder sister's. A good person indeed.
- You're not a gypsy, are you? - Me? I'm a fisherman.
On our way to Kristiansand. Her husband lives there.
Please! It's a matter of life and death!
- All right. - Thank you!
We're coming, Mathilde!
Take the oar.
How are you? She's in a bad state.
- We'd better bring her home. - You're so kind!
You're going ashore, Mathilde!
Get a chair.
Mathilde!
Thank you. You're so kind.
I'll pay my way.
I have money on the boat.
All in good time.
I'd better be off.
The sails are up, and a wind might come, and who knows what else?
- That's all right. - Goodbye, and thanks again.
No bother.
Have a nice day, Mathilde.
You have a way with words.
How devious!
That cow perched her fat arse all over the money.
Jensine!
Look.
Just a fishing trip.
Maybe...
Is he back?
No sign of him.
- Rest calm. - He's taken my money.
- I can't pay you. - We didn't do this for the money.
You'll get paid when I find my brother.
I promise.
Typically you, Fændrik.
I'm my own spitting image.
- And a nice boat, too. - Think so?
It still lacks something.
Oh? I'm sure you'll provide it.
That's why I came here.
It's here?
Quite close, even.
Her, perhaps?
Hardly.
So, are you coming with me?
Me?
aemember your promise.
It was easy to make when you had no boat.
It was?
Did you seriously think I would choose... you?
You mean a gypsy.
- Your words, not mine. - I have a good mind to...
I'll cry for help! You know what that means.
What are you looking at? Here's your pail.
Thank you. Here you are.
I'd like to show you rough seas...
You went out?
Yes.
You've seen Oscar?
No, I just had the pail mended.
You're a nice little housewife.
Are you mad? Come back at once!
Come back, I say!
Josefa! Come back, I say!
Oscar!
I'm coming!
- Bye, dad. - Don't be late.
I'll be early.
Nice boat.
I wouldn't have it for free.
her mouth has the tongue of a serpent
and her body has the serpent's curves
she ís the most delícíous creature ín the garden of Earth
but aIM the most poísonous of íts fruíts
sure enough
- It was so dark down there. - When did you come onboard?
I saw you at the port, and hid here.
Please take me along.
You've already decided that.
- What's your name? - Josefa.
Oh, no!
- Don't put me ashore! - It's for the best.
Please, take me with you!
You're crazy. I could get punished.
Why? I'm grown up and make my own decisions.
You don't know me.
I've seen you twice. And that's not always what counts.
True. These things can strike you like lig htning.
Then I can stay?
- They might look for you. - I don't think so.
- Well, if you insist... - Thank you, Fændrik.
- What was your name again? - Josefa.
We'll put in here.
We won't be found. If someone is looking, I mean.
You're a magician, Josefa.
Making delicious food out of nothing.
I like to feel useful, since you took me along.
- You like sailing? - It's the best thing I know.
- We'll be good together. - Sure...
- Are you afraid of me? - No.
Will your parents send the police after me?
I have no parents. And the man I served, won't.
You know my parents. At least dad. Sebaldus himself.
I'm not from these parts.
Everyone knows dad. He's rich. Money in every bank.
Thousands in every one.
He's Drakenberg's g randson.
Don't you know him either? The world's oldest since Methuselah.
- 151 years old. - 151?
- He had 34 children. - 34?
- Poor wife. - He had 18 of those.
On honeymoon with the last one, he was killed.
By the bride?
By the derrick. Right in the head.
I've got money of my own.
Just smell it.
You'll see it's no pauper you've hooked up with.
I must do the dishes.
- Want to take a swim? - What?
Shall we take a swim? The water's nice.
I don't want to.
I just thought you might feel like it...
Angry at me, are you?
Are you angry at me?
No.
Give us a smile?
You're terribly cute, _osefa.
Come, I'll play for you!
Play more.
Please play.
Oh, Josefa!
Let me go! Please, Fændrik!
I didn't come onboard to be with you like that.
So you didn't?
I beg you, Fændrik! Please!
- Don't worry about it. - Here's some food for you.
You've been too kind. But you will have your money.
Good bye.
You're so pure.
Come on up, Josefa.
What are you doing down there?
Come on up! What are you doing down there?
I'm coming to get you!
In a bad mood? Give us a smile.
Shall I be a goat?
No smile?
Shall I be a doggy?
A pussycat, then?
Now the pussycat and the doggy fight.
Can't you smile?
I'll be a piggy.
Shall I be a fish, then?
- Don't sit there moping. - Please, no.
It's so nice up on deck.
- You don't fear me? - No.
I should think not! Come, sit by me.
- You think of running? - I've no one to run to... now.
Then you must start making yourself useful.
- How? - You must sell!
Brushes and rat traps and all the stuff you see below.
That's women's work.
Men stay onboard or mend pails and pots.
- You'll do fine. - I don't think so.
A pretty girl like you!
I'll lend you Mathilde's clothes.
Then you act sad and wretched.
And you whine: "Please by something!"
Please buy something! At least try.
- Please buy something! - More whining.
Please buy something! Whine even more!
- Try! - Please buy something!
A lot more whining.
Please buy something! You try it.
I don't think I can.
You stuck-up woman!
Just ignore her.
Good morning!
Good morning.
Excuse me.
No, you cow!
Wait!
Let's see what you have.
Good quality, I think.
I'll have a brush. And a rat trap.
- The rats are a menace here. - They are?
You want a bite to eat?
- I couldn't. - Yes, of course.
She hasn't been home since I left?
No one has seen her. I'm worried sick.
Please help me look, Oscar.
You can have her. Just find her.
- Did you alert the police? - They mustn't know.
- Have you hurt her? - I never touched her!
She's just afraid of me.
- Someone must have helped her. - No boats are missing.
I don't understand.
I'm afraid she might have left -
- on a gypsy boat.
I could kill you!
- You will look for her, Oscar? - Immediately.
So it's you, Fændrik.
It's just me.
Hello, Uncle Søren. Where d id you come from?
- Same place you came from. - You're all right?
Yes. We're anchored in the next bay.
- You're all right, too? - Can't complain.
- I bring greetings from Mathilde. - You do?
She was looking for passage on a boat.
Headed for these parts, she said.
She did?
She asked me for passage.
Indeed?
But I had no room.
Otherwise, I would have taken her.
She'd easily find another passage, she said.
Maybe she found one already.
You think so?
Sure.
Funny how furious she was.
It was you she wanted to kill.
Did she say why?
She just said she'd beat the living daylights out of you.
She did?
Yes.
You could move over to us for a while -
- and wait for her there.
You'd be welcome.
I see you inherited Ass-Anders' old coffin?
You know it sinks every now and then?
Good luck.
Thanks.
Look at her.
Just a gypsy girl.
But pretty. I guess not...
- Are we off? - Yes, this very minute.
- Here's the money. - Is that all?
I was at the grocer's, too.
- You haven't done anything? - No.
They keep watch on us travellers.
The Vag rancy Act, you know.
I know a remote place where she'll never find us.
- She? - I said he.
- My uncle. - Your uncle?
A slimy sod anchored near by. He was just here.
If he latches on, we'll never get rid of him.
Heave the foresail.
Secure the boom.
And take the helm.
- The lord of the manor! - Need a line?
Shut up!
Give us a call if you make it to shore!
City louts!
I dare you!
Rich turds!
Turds!
Rich turds!
- Fændrik. - You're headed for shore, you idiot!
You'll soon learn to be angry, too.
It's people like them who make it impossible for us.
They have it all.
Money, houses, shoes, land and yachts.
We gypsies are jailed if we go ashore and work.
If we stay onboard, we're jailed for not working.
- They are scum! - Fændrik.
They are scum.
I'm looking for my brother, Fændrik. Can I sail east with you?
Sure. I always liked you, you know.
I'll stay until I've found that bum. And I'm married to Martinius, right?
- Sure. But he got... - Three years. I know.
Women have waited longer. Can I come with you?
No, on second thoug hts, I'm going west.
You can come on my boat.
- Why would I? - I heard what you said.
I'm also looking for someone. You might help.
Come on.
Thank you.
Enjoying themselves indeed.
- You're going ashore? - A dance would be nice.
I don't feel like it.
Don't worry.
They'd chase us away if we went there.
Chase us?
You're a gypsy girl now.
What's bothering you tonig ht?
The whole boat needs paint.
The point is not to be recognized.
A nice trim, isn't it?
Let's get in the sack.
Take your shoes.
Fændrik! Three boats are anchored alongside.
What? Three boats?
There's a big man in one of them.
- Are you sure it's a man? - An old man with a long beard.
Hello, Fænd rik.
You, in these parts, dad? Halvor and Peder, too.
As you can see.
And you have a new boat. No, it's just redone. I see...
Pure luck.
You've survived, I see.
Hello. She's prettier now.
And less recog nizable.
I don't understand...
Sure you do.
She's not with us, if that's why you're hiding.
But she's not far away.
I did just like you. Put her ashore quick.
But I traded her in.
For this one.
I call that a bargain.
Indeed.
Want to trade again?
Have you found her?
No. I wondered if you had some news.
No. And I'm in terrible agony.
I'll try again.
You must help me find her!
_ust a measly one.
Catch anything? Well, d id you?
- 30 lobsters. - Where did you steal them?
- Shave your back and sell the wool. - Or stuff it in your mouth!
The last one.
This year's fishing leaves a lot to be desired.
Yes, but one just might...
...help it along.
- It might be possible. - I know a place...
New inventions are made all the time.
An invention to fill our lobster pots -
- would also fill your pockets.
I can't envisage such a method.
One might try.
Come on!
- Do I really need to? - Don't be silly!
- I'm scared. - As always.
You belong in the Salvation Army.
Don't make a sound.
It's lots of them. Give me the net.
Throw them in the tank! And shut up!
Fændrik...
Put them in the tank. And hurry up!
A great help you are!
Watch your fingers!
Will you help me?
Someone's coming.
You refuse to help?
I'm just asking you not to steal.
More coffee.
We try again tonight.
I'm not coming.
- What? - I'm not coming.
Did you say you're not coming?
He beats her.
So I hear.
Won't you intervene?
You know that women must be taught obedience.
- Have you finished angling? - Yes, Sebaldus.
- Are you coming now? - Please, Fændrik!
- Are you coming? - Please, Fændrik!
Hello, Fænd rik.
Lightning is about to strike!
This will be fun.
Hold him for me. I won't be long.
Stay away from me, or you'll be sorry!
- I want my money! - I never took it!
We'll soon see!
- You pig! - You're killing me!
A stranger brought her!
Stay out of this!
- Who're you? - Josefa.
You're here?
Come... Come.
You're just a child.
Stay here.
Out there is...
No one must know about this. Give me the basin.
Have you seen her or not?
Never heard of any _osefa. Have you?
Can't say I have.
Is he alone on that boat?
He's marrying my sister, when they get around to it.
Mathilde says thanks for all your help.
- You can sail on. - Nothing else?
No. What?
Yes, good luck.
She can't come up because she fell on the stairs -
- and can hardly move. What?
She asked me to wave goodbye for her.
- You'd better head east again. - I agree.
- Thank Mathilde from me. - We will.
Halvor! Peder! Give a hand.
- How low of you to steal from her! - She stole my things and sold them.
- How much was it? - 30 crowns.
Don't lie!
It was 40 crowns. No, 42. I remember it now.
Here's what I owe you. 75 crowns.
10, 20, 30, 40. They are for Mathilde.
- And 35 for you. - Half of them are mine.
Not considering what you just did.
And you leave today.
Move Mathilde to my boat.
Is she...
No, but she's bleeding heavily.
Go on.
If you ever lay a hand on _osefa, -
- I'll cripple you myself.
- Say? - Yes?
Was it a deep cut?
It bled a lot.
But not fatal?
- Did dad say it was fatal? - I don't think so.
I was just whittling...
Then she threw herself on me. She sort of slid onto the knife.
That must have been it.
Probably.
Look! Lots of razorbills!
That way! Row! Get a move on!
Steady course!
Did you see that? aow, you fool!
Row!
That was a good one!
That way!
That way! Row!
Sit still when I shoot, you idiot! That was your fault!
That way!
That's it!
Nice and fat! Can't you row?
That way!
I got it!
a0w! That way!
Turn it. Row!
Come on! That way!
You're so clumsy!
There we go! Over there!
Row!
That way! There it is!
Row!
There we go!
You can't take anything!
Over there! Row!
There!
Row! Forward!
Forward, damn it! There are four or five.
- That way! - Isn't this enough?
- It's broad daylight still. - I've been rowing since eight.
That way!
My hands are full of blisters.
Rowing helps. Row!
Row!
Why are you heading for land?
- You told me to... - I told you?
Here are lots of razorbills.
I should throw you overboard.
Row that way!
Row!
- That way! - Fændrik...
That way!
- Oscar! - Any news?
There's a gypsy boat anchored in Sand Bay, with Josefa onboard.
Call the police.
Hurry.
Get in the dinghy.
Please let me stay here. Look at my hands.
- They hurt terribly. My back, too. - Don't I know it.
And people around here know me.
Can't I stay here and fish for you?
You can't even bear to take a fish off the hook.
I'll manage.
All right.
That's very nice of you, Fænd rik.
God damn!
It wasn't my fault!
Help!
Lord, You know I love You, really!
Did you sleep well?
Would you like something?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Because I love you so much.
Oh, Oscar.
THE END
Subtitles: Scandinavian Text Service 2009