The summer of 1941. The German occupying power has commandeered the neighbouring hotel but that does certainly not keep the regular guests away. As Edward Weyse says: If we just pretend they are not there, then they are not there. The popular actor is otherwise writing his memoirs, Merchant Madsen is keen to rediscover the joys of eroticism, all the while Mrs. Frigh has completely repressed the fact that a marriage swindler tricked her of a fortune last summer. Everything looks promising but then a Communist scene painter, two German soldiers with binoculars and an ...
