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' You should have thrown the hand-grenade.' ' I've still got it!' An unexpected stranger arrives at the old people's home in Norway where a famous writer is kept in confinement after the war. Should he be brought to trial for collaborating with the Nazis? Or will the young partisan carry through his original plan to kill him?
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' You should have thrown the hand-grenade.' ' I've still got it!' An unexpected stranger arrives at the old people's home in Norway where a famous writer is kept in confinement after the war. Should he be brought to trial for collaborating with the Nazis? Or will the young partisan carry through his original plan to kill him?

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Directed By:David Hugh Jones
Written By:Tankred Dorst, Neville Plaice, Stephen Plaice
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