Edge of Darkness

It's 4:
00.

We are over Trollness again.

Look. Look. That flag.

- That's not ours.

- It's Norwegian.

Let's go down.

Our garrison headquarters

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.

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 accomplished that...

...they will assemble at the hotel.

- Yes.

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 28th, 1942.

Former German garrison...

...commanded

by Hauptmann K-O-E-N-l-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 fhrer's bodyguard

attached to the Academy of War Sciences.

- Of course. Of course, Herr Major.

- Sit down. Don't be alarmed.

We discovered

we obtain our best results...

...by not announcing our arrival

beforehand.

In Berlin I have seen the files from all the

commands of the central Norwegian coast.

You are mentioned as a student of tactics,

a good disciplinarian, worthy of promotion.

- Herr Major means...

- Sit down. That's not what I have come for.

- Can we be overheard?

- No, Herr Major.

I will be brief.

I stopped at every station

between here and Trondheim.

On one point, there is 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 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 town alone,

but a master plan for all occupied territories.

- lf Berlin accepts...

- 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 is 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

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