The Spider (Edderkoppen)

- One of them has betrayed me. - When did it start?

When Ole came with. Can you trust him?

Hjalmar does not trust you. You're a Nazi. Like Svenne.

Who else is there? Lilian does not love you.

Yesterday morning someone tried to kill me while I was asleep.

Piss off. Find someone else to be the father to.

You can fuck me in the ass for a 20.

- Your father is covering for the black market. - It's not true.

Was it you who called Dam Jensen about Svenne?

He tried to kill you. You've made a mistake, that you must pay for.

Zemich apparently has other plans. Now you can choose.

I'll let you live. But you owe me a favor.

Svend Aage Hjalmar born 1909 in Christianshavn, car dealer.

Youy have approached me in order to submit a confession. I have it here.

You confess to having received smuggled goods and resold them.

You have illegally imported cars from Germany and bribed officials.

Is that correct?

A stone has fallen from my heart. A heavy yoke has been lifted from my shoulders.

Can you confirm the confession to the judge?

Yes, of course. From now on I will tread the law's hallowed ground.

- Can you tell tell us who you worked with? - There was "Carl with the nose".

- But shouldn't speak ill of the dead. - So he is dead?

Got a year in tips. Bum! And he was dead.

Will the court please be quiet!

- Can you name others? - Then there was the Albert Peterson.

- Also known as Black Albert. - How do we get hold of him?

That would be hard. He was cut down in 47 by a steamroller.

Quiet!

Hjalmar. Can you name any that are not dead?

No!

- Bjarne, you will have an interview? - Yes, why did you kill Svenne?

What do you get to sit here, Hjalmar?

- Puppet? - Good morning, Dad. I'm busy.

Where are you going with that?

I know where is coat is from.

Are you still seeing him?

You want then to tell your children anything.

Save them for the mistakes you yourself have committed. But I can't.

I stand on the sidelines and watch you commit the same mistakes.

It hurts. You love your children. More than you love anyone else.

Nothing's happened, Dad.

Bjarne loves me. And I love you.

it's not quite so simple, my doll.

Keep it simple. Don't worry.

I'll Fix it. But in my way.

As long as he stays in his room, none of my buisness.

- How long has he lived here? - Fifteen years.

- Who did you say that you were? - A colleague.

So it's here.

Mr. Vissing.

Mr. Vissing!

Vissing. It's Bjarne.

- What happened? - Vissing.

Call an ambulance. Now!

Vissing ... wake up. it's Bjarne.

Vissing.

Bi ...

There is an ambulance on its way.

His name is Jesper. He is your son.

Arthur knew that Jesper is your son.

It was Arthur who gave her the morphine?

That was it.

Of course.

They wrote the story about the drug addicts in Nyhavn in 1947

You searched after a woman that you had not seen in fifteen years.

She was going to talk about drug addicts. About ringleaders. About Arthur.

You would meet at a hotel in Lt. Colbjornsensgade.

But Arthur came beat you to it. They found her dead of an overdose.

The woman was Jesper's mother.

Why didn't you take care of Jesper?

He ... He hates me.

No, he doesn't.

When's the ambulance coming?

- Lisbeth. - Mom?

- How was the show? - It went well.

Don't disturb your father. He's sitting in a meeting.

Good night.

Why wasn't I informed? I've fulfilled my part of the agreement.

Do you know how tenuous my position is?

The agreement was for the new year. We've waited five years.

We must postpone the distribution. Don't you trust us? Don't you?

Meyer, Novak, Hjalmar. The list is long.

We don't tolerate mistakes. Not even from you.

Shh!

Lisbeth?

So you wrote about Arthur until they locked him up.

That was how it was, wasn't it? I know that someone is pulling the strings it here.

I just can't see who it's. When I'm close, it disappears.

M. .. picture ...

The image ...

- What do you say? - More ... the image.

You look tired. I'll make some coffee.

I've broken up with Gylling. We were engaged for less than a week.

Champagne and speeches. Absolutely ridiculous.

Why should it be so difficult, Bjarne?

I think that I tried.

I want children. But maybe it's not meant for me.

Thank you.

- Want to hear something cheerful? - Come on with it.

I found Vissing. He has attempted suicide.

Vissing has a son who is a male hooker.

Someone blew the story. To stop us.

The Social Democrat, Eva Lund.

- It's for you. - Bjarne Madsen. Lisbeth?

- Mom, let me. - Who is it?

- Go ahead. - Thanks, Miss. Hansen.

Dad, I want to introduce Bjarne Madsen properly to you.

- Is your father a journalist? - No, he is dead.

I'm sorry to hear. Your lives, then?

Dad, Bjarne and I want get married. Did you hear what I'm saying?

- We're getting married, Dad. - Are you now?

- We gotta tell the truth, right? - Naturally.

- Why don't you like Bjarne? - I have nothing against Mr Madsen.

- Not even against my brother? - Your brother is a Nazi and criminal.

- We are getting engaged, and then I'm moving. - Is it an appropriate time?

I'm going my own way. Why do you lie, Dad?

- Thanks, that's enough. - You're lying to me.

- What are you and Uncle William up to? - That's enough!

- You're lying to me. - Be quiet. I don't want to hear any more.

- Please leave my home. - You're going nowhere.

You're lying.

- I'm moving out. - What happened?

Dad is into something. He quarreled with uncle William tonight.

- About what? - A share of something.

Something about gold. He lies to me. He has lied to me all the time.

- Are you sure they were talking about the gold? - Of course I'm sure. He had waited five years for it.

Did he mention somebody called Meyer?

- Yes. - It's his gold.

- He was murdered for it. - Murdered?

What about Dad?

Your father is corrupt. He is being bribed by Hjalmar.

If he's involved with the gold, he's up against strong forces-

They can kill him.

- What forces? - I don't know.

After the war Zemich left with gold. Now they are fighting for it.

How do you know that dad is involved?

It's the receipt for your coat, it wasn't your father who bought it. It was Hjalmar, who bought it.

Hjalmar owns your father.

There's one thing we can do ... I need the receipt slip.

Then I can prove he is being bribed. If it comes out, don't go near him.

He'll get fired, go to jail. But he'll come out of it alive.

- I need the receipt. - No. You just want a story.

This is bigger than any story. You are indifferent to father.

Your father is corrupt, but he will not die. Give me the receipt.

- Can I trust you? - Of course you can trust me.

Svenne, Carlo, Curly, Red. Arthur Næslund.

I have lots of patience. Did you have shit between your ears?

They all work together for you. There is Curly, right?

- don't know what you're talking about. - Look at the man.

Red, Curling, Carlo. We know them. Svenne. Arthur Næslund.

I have lots of patience, right?

- Carlo? Who is Carlo? - Who?

Can't you hear? How long has Carlo worked for you?

Did the Swede kill for you? He did, didn't he.

I don't think the man can hear. Do you want a thumping, a real thumping?

Who ordered Svenne Christoffersen? You did, didn't you. Hjalmar.

Was it with this? You cut his throat?

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - You cut his throat.

Svenne Christoffersen. It's the last time.

If you don't answer, you'll get a big fucking kicking.

Walter, get the fat pig out of here.

You don't have a fucking thing on me. And you know it, bastards.

Good. Who do we have?

We have the following observations: The Kingo Bar in Radmandsgade ...

it's the police.

The Kronborg in Adelgade.

it's the police.

Ole Madsen's jazz place, the Harlem Club.

- Good to see you. - You open on Saturday?

- Shouldn't you leave? - Are you insane?

Hjalmar's in jail. Now we're rolling.

''it's a pleasure to invite you to the opening of the Harlem Club.''

There will be bands from New York, free booze. Girls dancing.

Ole, get away. I mean it.

Hjalmar is gone. We can do whatever we want ...

it's the police.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot.

Turn around. Hands behind your neck.

Turn around. Hands behind your neck!

Come towards me. Quietly.

A short time ago detective Erik Thuesen passed away.

He was married and a father of two little girls.

Now your brother has killed another man.

Tell me what happened.

The police smashed up the entire joint. My brother fled in panic.

Why did he flee?

He was interrogated by police a couple of days ago.

He did not want a repetition.

What happened?

He ran ahead of me. I knocked over a garbage can.

I saw Thuesen up on a wall. Then I heard a shot ...

...and Thuesen falls.

- What about your brother? - My brother is no criminal ...

Madsen, stop sometimes. Your brother works for Hjalmar, a murderer.

My brother saw Svend Aage Hjalmar slit a man's throat.

Svenne Christoffersen's? He knew about the murder?