01x17 - Det var en gång...

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Sprak is yelling for help!
Quick, how do you open the door?

Jean, Staffan, don't you hear?
He wants to come out,

- help us.
- I'd rather not.

Push on the trunk on the
elephant's head.

- How do you know that?
- Nevermind that, just do it.

Wow, it's cozy in here.

But where is Sprak?

He's on the other side. He must have
come out when we came in.

- Quick, pull on the trunk.
- Shut up down there.

You have a whole castle to
yourselves. Go away!

Jean, Staffan, are you there?

Sprak, there you are! What were
you going in there for?

There was a scary voice in there.
Is he also a ghost?

- He yelled for you guys.
- No, he couldn't have.

You said it yourself. He, you said.

Admit it.

- Who is this "he" anyway?
- Maybe we should go back and repaint...

the room as it was?

It seems like Sprak wants you
to explain.

- Then we'll have to go see for
ourselves. - No, wait! Oh dear, oh dear.

Jean, isn't it just as well that
you tell it how it is?

Well alright, but not here. Come.

Please, Jean, it's just as well that
you tell it.

- Me?
- Yes.

It's a quite a long story, but the
whole thing started when Greve-

Wait, now you're talking about
that Greve again.

Yes, sorry. You couldn't know that.

The man who built this castle was
called Greve von Dy.

Of course. The castle is called
Greveholm.

That's right. There he is.

Greve was a mean, stingy old man who
hissed and snapped at everything and...

everyone. No one could stand him. But
he didn't care about that one bit.

- He used to say,
- "I don't need any friends."

But there was something else Greve
needed more.

There wasn't a day that went by
without him yelling,

"Give me a wife. I want a wife!
At once!"

This was Greve's greatest concern. That
he was so intolerable that no one...

wanted to marry him.

Every day, he had his portrait painted
which he sent out into the world...

in hopes that someone would see his
picture, and fall in love with him.

- Like a contact ad?
- Yes, one could say that.

- Were you the one who painted them?
- Yes, name something I wasn't forced...

to do at this castle.

But that doesn't look anything like him.

It's not that bad, is it?

- But that was before you died, right?
- Yes. It was...let's see, now.

It must have been...1792. The same year
they shot Gustav III.

- But how did you die?
- We're getting to that.

Were you alive then, Staffan?

Well...yes.

Yes, I was a stablehand at the
castle then.

- Staffan the stablehand?
- Yes, that's what they say.

- But then what happened?
- One day while I was brushing...

Greve's horse, I saw something strange.

What was it?

I was just about to finish my 36th
portrait, when suddenly...

the door opened.

- And she came in.
- She? Who was that?

- A witch?
- Quiet, Ivar.

Greve and I thought it was safest to
be a bit careful.

But then she did something I'll
never forget.

Wow!

You shall be my wife, my dear princess.

- Was it a real princess?
- Yes.

- Really?
- The way she looked, only...

a real princess could look like that.

Didn't you guys meet a wizard or a
knight or something?

Quiet, Ivar. Then what happened? Did
the princess marry Greve?

No, you see, the princess explained
that she was only visiting.

So she couldn't stay. So she said no.

- Wow, that's so interesting.
- Then what happened?

Something terrible. Greve became so
furious when the princess said no,

- that he locked her in the tower and
said, "I won't let you out until you...

want to marry me."

How mean! But then a prince came
and rescued her, right?

- Well, not exactly.
- Was it you guys who rescued her?

Well, we made a good effort at least.

- So that's how you became ghosts.
- Poor you guys!

You did what you could at least. You
can't do anything more than try.

But that voice behind the bookshelf.
Who said your names even though...

- he wasn't your friend.
- Was it Greve?

I'd like to have a talk with him.
Is he a ghost, too?

Yes, sort of. Something like that,
but a bit more hollow.

Leave him alone! A good Greve is an
undisturbed Greve.

What happens if you disturb him?

Maybe we should continue painting
now, Staffan?

Wait, Lillan, asked, what happens if
you disturb him?

He gets disturbed, of course! That's
what happens.

But the princess? What happened to her?
Did no one come to rescue her?

Was she left there? In the tower?

Trip, trap, trend, and this story
comes to an end. So, now you can...

go to bed, because now we're
going to paint.

Wait, you haven't explained
everything yet.

- What happened to the princess?
- She just disappeared. Gone!

- Right, Staffan?
- Yes, she, um, she went home.

Paint, paint, we're going to paint, oh,
how we shall paint, paint, paint

Paint now, paint, paint, paint, paint...