Tyskungen

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That's a good name. Little Maja...

Are you a little Maja?

What do you think, Mother?

- I guess Maja sounds good.

- Good as gold...

- She looks so much like you.

- And her daddy...

- Something around her mouth...

- A beard?

Look how strong she is.

Let's say hi to your grandmother.

- Would you like to hold her?

Well, Maja... is very nice name.

- Is that your name?

It's Erica... You take it.

Oh, please! Did you step on it?

Tore!

- Tore!

- Slow down!

The Hidden Child

Six Months Later

Everything will be all right.

It's good for Maja.

You get a room to write in.

And I won't have to commute any more.

Well then...

Here we go.

Here's the deed to your parents' house.

Sign these and you can move in.

Oh my... What do you say, Maja?

Want to be a police officer, Maja?

Or a writer, like Mommy?

You won't regret this, it's a wise choice.

And Fjllbacka is paradise on earth.

Is this our new home, sweetie? Is it?

Erica Falk?

- The author?

- Yes.

Didn't Elsy Mostrm used to live here?

Yes.

Did you know her?

She's my mother.

- Elsy Mostrm is your mother?

- Yes, why do you ask?

I'm sorry...

The reason I'm here

is that I've been told...

...that Elsy Mostrm

was my birth mother.

My mother had two girls,

my younger sister and myself.

She had me in 1946, when she was 16.

A man named Frans Ringholm

wrote me, he told me all this.

I can't believe you're my sister!

"Human Blood"... What a book!

"Thicker Than Water"...

- I've read them all.

- I'd like you to go now.

I'm glad you like my work.

But you can't barge in like this.

This is my home...

Hello...

I should have called first.

I'll be going. Sorry about this...

- Who was he?

- Just some deluded fan. I think...

Some man called Frans Ringholm

told him we had the same mother.

What?

Frans Ringholm?

KME 310... KME 3 10...

KME 3 10...

Cop killer member

of neo-Nazi "Friends of Sweden"

Erica, is there anything

you want us to get rid of?

- What are you doing?

- I found Mother's old diary.

- Anything in it about... a kid?

- No.

The charity people are here.

What are they supposed to pick up?

Listen...

I think you should talk to the guy.

I know you won't be able to drop it.

He's staying at the hotel.

You have reached Gran Berger.

I can't come to the phone right now.

Please try again later,

or leave a message.

Hello, Gran. It's me, Erica Falk.

Could you please call me?

I think we do need to talk after all.

You have my number now. Goodbye.

- Did he mention seeing anyone else?

- No.

He was a ex-sailor, disability pension.

Unmarried, no children.

No living relatives.

I've arranged for DNA testing,

if you want to know.

So is she a "Maja"?

What do you think, Mother?

Why didn't she say anything?

How can you give up a child

and never mention it again?

He was my brother and I threw him out!

- Stop the car.

He was my brother and I threw him out!

Didn't anyone know?

Someone must have...

Cop killer member

of neo-Nazi "Friends of Sweden"

Axel, Erik, Frans...

Fjllbacka. June 18, 1943

Dear Diary,

Today was a wonderful day!

It was pure magic.

One of those days

you wish would never end.

We went to a local dance.

Frans, Britta, Erik, Axel and me...

It was like there was no war.

I wish it could always be like this.

But tomorrow Axel will be going back

to Norway with Dad, on his boat.

Axel says it's our duty.

That we have to help the Norwegians.

I'm so afraid...

We can never be sure

that they will come back...

Denmark Liberated!

- There are about a hundred or so...

- Can you narrow it down to Fjllbacka?

Here's something...

- "Elsy Mostrm."

- My mother.

Here are the others' names:

Britta, Axel, Frans and Erik.

Could you print that out for me?

- Criminal Care Services

- Hello, I'm Erica Falck.

I would like to visit one of your inmates.

- What name?

- Frans Ringholm.

Please submit a written application

for our consideration...

Britta Johansson...

Erik... Erik Frankel.

Axel Frankel...

Axel... Axel... Axel?

Excuse me... Hello.

I'm looking for Axel and Erik Frankel.

- Well, I'm Erik.

- Hi, I'm Erica Falck.

I think you and your brother

once knew my mother, Elsy Mostrm.

- Who?

- Elsy Mostrm.

I'm... Sorry, I'm in a hurry.

My brother's granddaughter

has a train to catch.

Please wait a second...

I know you're a expert on WWII.

I found this, in my mother's things.

Do you know where it came from?

- I'll take a look.

- Thank you.

I'll be back in a few days.

Oh... Sure, you do that.

Who would have ever thought

Elsy would die in a car crash...

She was the most

loving person I've ever known.

Warm and open...

Full of life.

It's like you're describing someone else.

- That's you, right?

- Yes.

You do recognize Elsy, don't you?

She thought I did

such a poor job braiding my hair...

- I expect she was tidying me up there.

- So I see...

Why did you lose touch?

Both of you stayed on here in Fjllbacka.

What happened?

You don't want to know.

Yes, I think I do.

- It was his fault.

- Whose?

I'll show you.

Britta?

Old bones...

- Old bones...

- What was that?

Old bones...

That's how it is...

Old bones need to rest in peace.

Britta?

Elsy! I've been wanting

to speak to you for years...

No... I'm Elsy's daughter, Erica.

I have to tell you...

- Your son was here.

- Gran? Gran Berger?

I have a letter for you.

What were you trying to tell me?

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