Edge of Darkness

- It's 4 o'clock. - We'll be over Trollness again.

Look. Look!

- That flag. - That's not ours.

It's Norwegian. Let's go down.

Our garrison headquarter's flying a Norwegian flag.

That's right. A Norwegian flag.

Suggest you investigate immediately.

Not a sign of life.

No smoke coming from the chimneys.

There can be fire without smoke.

Go away! Go away!

This is mine! All mine!

I own all this!

Go away! Go away, I tell you!

This is all mine. Go away!

Stop.

- What happened here? - What happened here?

What happened here?

The cannery, I built it. Yes, I built it.

With beautiful machines that stamped out on millions of cans.

Kaspar Torgersen, Torgersen, Torgersen, Tor...

I owned half the boats.

Now I own them all. I own everything.

Hopelessly insane. Get rid of him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The landing party will be divided into four groups.

Each group will scour a section of the town.

When they accomplish that, they will assemble at the hotel.

- Yes, sir. - It's all mine.

If you're not too squeamish, lieutenant,

I would like to dictate a report.

At your service, Herr Hauptmann.

We entered the town of Trollness,

October 28, 1942.

Former German garrison

commanded by "Hauptmann

K-O-E-N-I-G.

Hauptmann Koenig."

Herr Major Ruck.

Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler, Herr Major.

My credentials.

Please sit down, Herr Major.

May I offer my apologies for this surprise visit?

I'm a member of the Fuhrer's bodyguard

attached to the Academy of War Sciences in Berlin.

Of course. Of course, Herr Major.

Sit down. Don't be alarmed.

We have discovered that we obtain our best results

by not announcing our arrival beforehand.

In Berlin, I have seen the files on all the commands

of the Central Norwegian coast.

You are mentioned as a student of tactics,

a good disciplinarian, an officer worthy of promotion.

- Herr Major-- - Sit down.

It is not what I have come for.

- Can we be overheard? - No, Herr Major.

I will be brief.

I've stopped at every station between here and Trondheim.

On one point, there's extreme dissatisfaction

both in the general staff and in Berlin.

It is the attitude of the Norwegians toward our troops.

I've come here to correct it.

I want all the available information

concerning your town.

Facts, figures, et cetera.

This is Trollness. Main industry, fishing.

The cannery, it employs about a hundred men and women.

A few shopkeepers, a few professionals.

In the hills, a few scattered farms.

Total population, a little under 800 persons.

Against them, our German garrison of 150 men,

well-equipped, well-seasoned troops.

This hotel is our headquarters.

Breastworks have been put up, trenches dug.

Machine guns are scattered all over the town.

I can defend this town against anything,

except an attack by sea.

A revolt would be crushed within an hour.

I must compliment you on your thoroughness, Hauptmann Koenig.

Thank you, Herr Major.

I have been working on a plan

every night since I've been here.

It's not just a plan for this miserable town alone

but a master plan for all occupied territories.

- If Berlin accepts this plan-- - You sent it to Berlin?

Yes, I have. And I expect an answer by the next boat.

If they accept it, I hope I shall be transferred.

To the Russian front, preferably.

You don't like it here, Hauptmann Koenig?

I'm a soldier. It's one thing to fight soldiers.

Those are ghosts.

Then there's trouble here too?

Nothing you can put your finger on.

Once in a while, a fire breaks out.

A boat is sunk, a wire is cut,

a shipment of fish is spoiled.

The kettle boils.

It's clear this town is no different from many others.

Yes, especially of late.

The underground newspaper keeps the people excited

and stirred up with their silly tales of commando raids,

guerrilla warfares, our losses in Russia.

After all, I can hardly be expected to take...

I have carried out all military regulations to the letter.

Blackout every night after curfew.

- Precautionary searches-- - I am sure you have.

One thing more. My stay here will be brief.

Few days at most.

I shall want a list of all the troublemakers in this town.

I would have to give you the name

of every man, woman and child.

The leaders, do you know who they are?

Every one of them.

We begin right here in the hotel,

right where my soldiers are quartered.

The woman downstairs, the innkeeper,

her father was shot as a hostage

when we first took over the town.

She steals army food from the commissariat

and distributes it in the village.

I close my eyes to that

because she's very efficient otherwise.

I took the liberty of fixing your chair.

You have a habit of tilting it back

and I noticed that the legs were too weak.

Try it.

Don't be afraid. I'm a good carpenter.

You always have flowers on the table.

My dead wife loved flowers.

You bear such a strong resemblance to her.

I'm busy. I have work to do.

Yes, I know. Too much for a woman.

This could be a fine hotel.

It needs a man around to fix things.

I'm a good carpenter.

You're a German.

Now, for the rest of them, here in the town...

There is Jensen, the shoemaker.

He's sly. He bears watching.

Solveig Brategaard,

the baker's widow.

Her husband was shot,

but she carries on his work against us.

Petersen, the butcher.

He will run amuck some day.

Old man Mortensen, the tailor.

His son was arrested in Oslo. He is bitter.

Lars Malken, he runs the general store.

An old fool, but he's useful to them for errands.

Karen Stensgard, very active, very dangerous.

Daughter of the only doctor in town, Martin Stensgard.

- Where are you going? - To Gunnar Brogge.

Karen, I forbid it.

What have you against him, father?

- He's not for you. - I think he is.

Sooner or later, the Germans will stand him up

against a wall and you along with him.

Someone has to fight the Nazis.

- I'm a good Norwegian. - Yes.

But I wanna hold this family together.

You're not the only one in Norway that wants that.

Goodnight, father.

A few farmers. They're not very important.

In the cannery, they are all against us.

- One with us. - The owner?

Of course.

Who is the leader among these rebels?

A man called Brogge, Gunnar Brogge.

A fisherman about, uh, 30.

Served in the Norwegian Army when we first came in.

Head of the fishermen's union when they had one.

Why don't you make arrests?

If it comes to an open rebellion,

I can assure you, Herr Major, within ten minutes.

We're 150 against 800.

We could be 150 against 8,000. 80,000.

We have guns...

and they are afraid to die.

This man Brogge, where does he live?

Here, on the wharf...

in this shack.

I can sail the course to England blindfolded.

The moon is bright tonight.

They won't see me.