01x11 - Skattjakten

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[Part 11:
TREASURE HUNT]

Kids, today we're baking
saffron rolls! Isn't that fun?

We don't have the time.
We're looking for the treasure!

–We'll become rich.
–Great, then you can pay for our Christmas presents!

–Melitta, you'll help out, right?
–I hate saffron rolls...

Right. Then I know about
something else that you could do.

–What's that for?
–Indiana Jones always carries one of these.

Could be useful if we
have to get over cliffs.

Are you bringing food too?

If we end up in a dark labyrinth, we could
leave crumbs to find our way out again.

Like Hansel and Gretel.

But what if an evil mouse
that likes jazz comes along and eats it?

–Do you have any better ideas?
–Screws, bolts...

Good, get some. I'll be
looking for treasure in the meantime.

Hey, wait for me!

–Did you see the treasure map?
–What if they find the map?

We can't let that happen. I doubt that
the Count would like that.

–A good Count is an undisturbed Count...
–Exactly.

If he hears about this, he'll be enraged!
Those children need to be stopped.

Saffron! I forgot the saffron!
And the raisins, too.

Oh no... Now I have to go to the store again.

Saffron and raisins...

–Alright, can I leave now?
–Melitta, you've only put in a single carnation!

Yes, but they ran out.

Carnations... There!

Hello, Astrid Olsson?
Hi, Mum! ... What?

No, there's no way it's haunted...
Did they dance with you? That's why you ran?

Stop it, Mum. You're obviously going to be here
for Christmas! I'm working on the rolls and everything!

Hello? Mum? I can't hear you.

Hey, mum? Can you hear me?
I can't hear you! Mum?!

Hello?

–Ivar, I think I know how to read the map.
–So do I. We have to cross the bridge that way.

Ivar, I think...!

Look, dough!

Staffan, we don't have time for that!

–Yes, we do!
–Now come with me.

... Alright...

"When the North wind whistles, time has run out.
My heart's feather turns to granite."

Wait!

–What are they doing?
–I don't know. But don't worry about it.

It looks like they've gotten lost.

"When shadows grow long,
you are but a stone's throw away."

Look, Ivar. We're back where we started.
Just gimme the map!

Look: we're here, and we should go there!

Don't you get it? We've gone
the wrong way. We have to go there!

Staffan!

Stop that! You know that
you'll just get a stomach ache!

It seems like we should enter that room.

–Have you been there before?
–No.

Nobody's been in here for a long time.

Good thing we're not
afraid of the dark...

Ow!

–Look, two marks!
–Whatever, they're just drawn on. You can tell, right?

Let me have a look...

The stairs are here, and there's the cross.
It's somewhere around here.

–Where would you hide a treasure?
–It could be anywhere.

Look, there's a cross there...
Just like on the map!

That has to mean something...
Wait! Stand here!

–Why?
–We're going to dance.

Dance? We don't have time for that now,
we're hunting for treasure!

Watch out. "To dance a minuet:"

"First, take a small step backwards
to the right with your right foot."

Oh, I get it!
The steps of this dance lead to the treasure!

"Then quite a big step back
with your left foot..."

–Wow!
–What's the next step?

–What?
–No!

Something's keeping it closed!

–Where should we hide it?
–We won't hide it... We need matches!

The map has to be destroyed.
These kids are far too smart for us!

Hurry up!
I can't hold on much longer!

What are you doing? Why are you
burning our treasure map?!

W-w-we had to.
It... It was for your own good.

–Now that's enough!
–No, not that!

Let's leave!

Ey ey ey! We've told you
not to play with the fire extinguisher!

Now, I put the grocery list... There.