All language subtitles for The.Kingdom.1994.S02E04.DANIS

Isn't it normal
to want to see your newborn?

- Say he's lying!
- I can save his life.

It's a demon.
A personification of Satan.

Åge Krüger.

You realize that a demon only comes
when it's summoned, don't you?

Before we can fight the occult
in our surroundings -

we must acknowledge
it in our own tendencies.

- Here comes the labor.
- The labor?

I could report you for attempted murder.
I'm in charge now.

I assure you that Nivesen has no idea
that it's the same as tennis elbow.

I'm afraid the director is beginning
to put the pieces together.

- We'll see him in court.
- I want him severely punished.

A process server will come.
If he cannot prove you are you -

or that you know what it's about,
it won't be valid.

You must get that anesthesiology report.

I see it all clearly now, Mogge.
The mess must go. The impure.

I KNOW SOMETHING

The information on Mona's surgery
is in the Steeleman Report -

as secure as in a Swedish vault.

Hook is coming.

- Åge said he could save him.
- But Little Brother said no.

And thereby has given himself
a death sentence.

Will you release me from the rack
so I can die?

Your family is taken care of.

- You need the money, don't you?
- Driving blind...

- Look at the letters.
- Tiger.

Of course the regal tiger is
The Kingdom. The tiger is wounded.

Perhaps my task is to help
the hospital, which is wounded.

What a dreadful storm.

The planes shift paths
just above the hospital.

There it is.

- So you found the report?
- "From you beloved Rigmor."

I have the report, so I call the shots.

I see.

Hold on tight!

Lars von Trier presents

The ground underneath the Kingdom
is an old swamp.

The bleaching ponds used to be here.

Once, the bleach men rinsed their linens
in the shallow water -

to get them bleached.

The vapor enfolded the area
in a permanent fog.

Later, the Kingdom was built here -

and the bleach men were replaced
with doctors and scientists -

and the country's sharpest minds
and impeccable technology.

And to crown the achievement
the place was named the Kingdom.

Life would be defined -

and ignorance and superstition
would never again challenge science.

Perhaps the arrogance
has become too great -

just as the consistent denial
of the spiritual -

for it appears, the chill
and the damp have returned.

Small marks of fatigue
are emerging -

on the otherwise sturdy
and modern buildings.

So far, none among the living knows -

but the gate to the Kingdom
is opening up once again.

THE KINGDOM

Part 8 Pandemonium

Thank you, Sweden.

Are you Stig G. Helmer?
Please sign here.

My Volvo. It lifts my spirits.

And how much will it be?

The courts will determine that.

As you have identified yourself as
Stig Helmer and received the subpoena -

I must inform you that
the first court hearing is in two weeks.

Spiritus! Spiritus!

- I don't think that's a good idea.
- Spiritus...

Spiritus...

Spiritus.

There you are. You know what?
I have a surprise for you.

- That's sweet of you.
- Close your eyes.

Bondo's cancer is looking severe.

We must do a bone marrow transplant.

The ultimate treatment
is the only option.

That's exactly
what my therapist said yesterday.

With a little luck -

I'll put all the doctoring
and administrative work behind me.

You can open your eyes now.

Spiritus! Spiritus!

Spiritus.

More, more, more...

More...

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Thank you.

- You should've had more lessons.
- It sure is broken now.

- Did you hurt yourself, Mom?
- No!

If what we heard were birds of passage,
there must've been a lot of them.

This is what we confiscated
from patients today alone.

Would you like to see, sir?

Uh-uh, nasty business.

Could we talk to the patient who
confessed to using the compresses?

I think she would like
to unburden her conscience.

I have a different idea.

But... it might be interesting.
I highly recommend it.

- Good morning, sir.
- I want to see the Minister of Health.

Company is often times
the best medicine, yes.

But... he's too sick.

However much we take pride
in our operations -

the follow-up treatment
is the alpha and omega.

We must be strict here.
Visitor restrictions apply to everyone.

Move, Moesgaard.
Or I'll punch you.

- I'm opening that door!
- You can't.

- Why not?
- Because...

He was discharged.

- The Minister has been discharged.
- But I thought he was sick?

Dutiful people are
very hard on themselves.

We should be thankful for those
who are willing to toil in Parliament.

Are you serious?

That's the charm of neurosurgery.
Flat on one's back one day -

and the next, up and... walking.

A true life lesson.

Spare me your reflections, Moesgaard.

I hope he won't say stupid things about
the night, you know, in Parliament.

When Christmas Evening
comes around...

- I think I hear him.
- We all do.

Great people leave behind great echoes.

In this case he rubbed off
on the other patients.

- They're imitating his voice.
- Why would they do that?

It's the scourge of the hospital.
Our obligation to the inner city.

The lower classes don't distinguish
between their personality and others'.

They're parasites.
Call me old-fashioned.

That's what I have to say
on the matter.

- Mom, come on.
- Shhh...

It's just the wind.

Did you hear that?
It sounds like moaning.

Like a wounded animal,
don't you think?

He just opened the door
and closed it again.

You master logic
like you master song lyrics.

You master it when no one needs it.
Something's wrong.

Why is the animal in such pain?

Come, Bulder.
This is turning into a zoo.

What do you want?
I don't have time for this nonsense.

I don't want anything.
It's Little Brother.

Hi, Hook. I thought you might be the one
who could convince Mom.

I want to die, but Mom won't help me.

If the freak wants to die,
the best you can do is to help him.

If we protect every freak we see -

everything will go to hell.
It's so... damn civic!

- You're sick.
- He's sick.

And you're sick if you can't see
that all the weak must go.

You're the weak one.

If you had an ounce
of Little Brother's strength -

you would be big enough
to let everything around you live.

Enough nonsense.
If he wants to die, let him die.

No!

Don't die. I want you to live.

Do you hear me? You must live!

They are stomping today.

And when they have stomped
back and forth for a full day -

they think they have come far.

They are busy... as bees.

They are busy
when they should not be.

Someone has poked a stick
in their hive -

to see them flying in circles.

That trial medicine was discontinued
in '94. It won't work on tennis elbow.

Tennis elbow?

Its epicondylitis
lateral is humeri sinistre.

That's what I said.
Tennis elbow, right?

The doctor said it was serious.

Sure. On center court.

Ouch. Let me go, dammit!

Not until you explain how I ended up
in the archive with a Danish idiot.

Hi, Pops.

I'm glad the two of you get along.
By the way, son.

I'm attending a course in
the old buildings for about a week.

Would you like to borrow the car?

Tastes differ, but you won't find
better road comfort than an Audi.

My choice is an aesthetic one.

Do I pick an ugly or a pretty death?

Both Helmer and Camilla
are trying to kill me.

I have my own damn problems.

Tell Camilla it's over
if all that sex is so exhausting.

You don't know the Moesgaard motto:
"A challenge is a challenge."

Deep, Mogge.

Isn't reading 1,600 pages in two days
challenge enough for you?

There must a dignified way out of this.

DNA.

Our legacy and gift
from the pain of generations.

Thank you for the gift
of becoming a real Bondo.

Thank you for the rejoicing
that fills me up -

as I dream of the spirit -

which is the eternal hallmark
of my family.

The body can be deceitful.

Never... the intellect.

I will not be teaching
in the time to come -

as I will be going through a process
leading up to a bone marrow transplant.

I hope to see you
when I come out on the other side.

- Yes... yes, does it feel good?
- Yes.

- Can you feel it?
- Yes.

Awesome. Awesome.

I'm a chicken.

I'm a chicken.

Yes, I'm a real chicken.

I'm a chicken. What are you?

I'm a chicken. What are you?

Don't just repeat what I say.
Answer the question.

Yes. What was the question?

- I'm a chicken, goddammit.
- Is that a question?

I've had enough of this bullshit!
I've had enough!

I want all of you
to be really tough on Einar.

Until he decides whether
to be a part of this or not!

Fair enough.

So when do I get
my little Wednesday gift?

You already got your Tuesday gift.

It won't do to get spoiled. You must
have patience with your husband.

Look how handsome he is.

And how hard-working and talented he is.

You have become a bigger man. If the
term 'Danish' didn't sound so false -

I'd have called you that.

How's it going, Bondo?

Very well, thank you.

I'm ready for my transplant.

Yes, that's the problem.
We haven't found a donor yet.

You usually approach family members -

but I gather you have none.
It's a pity.

There was talk of a half-brother.
My father was quite virile.

- Great spirits and such.
- A half-brother? That would do.

If he exists, I envision a real Bondo.

The Brethren send their greetings.

Even Helmer has thrown himself
into the Lodge with renewed vigor.

My wish and goal are one
and just one.

I wish to be a duck.
A duck and nothing but a duck.

Dear Brethren... and the duck.

Nivesen believes he has such a firm grip
on the hospital director -

that we can undertake an activity
of a risky nature with no interference.

To ensure knowledge, albeit shallow,
of what we are up against -

which is the occult,
I have invited Mrs. Drusse.

She has agreed to come tomorrow night -

to hold a séance
and talk about the alternative.

I ask you to consider -

whom we will use as a central medium.

Yes, it's a request from Drusse.

We need a man
who is no slave to his intellect -

and who, as I understood it,
is fairly ego-weak.

Where the hell is Moesgaard, anyway?

Team up in pairs. Come on.

Yes...

- Why won't you pair up with Einar?
- I don't like him.

- But Einar is part of the group.
- Yes.

- He just wants to feel me up.
- Yes, yes.

See, now something's happening.
Do you feel it?

We're getting somewhere.
Yes, good.

- He didn't pay.
- He didn't pay?

I am fairly sure I paid.

Let's see your receipt.

There you go.

Who the hell do you think you are?

It was due Wednesday!
It was paid Thursday!

Damn, man!
That was a ruthless hangover.

The attending is coming.

There.

What's all this?

So the alcoholics in the other wards
send you beer?

No, no... No, these are ours.

If you take the yellow label -

and start it up, it goes around
the whole system, all the buildings.

And then it returns.
It's called a paternoster.

It's like a goods lift.

Yellow label: It goes out.
And the box returns.

The box returns?
Why not? Denmark in a nutshell.

Completely idiotic.

The idiocy of this phenomenon -

speaks volumes about the efficiency
in this goddamned hospital.

Drinking strong beer...

Excuse me. It's not strong.
It's light...

Light? Light?
Where does it say that?

Well, it's... a people's beer.

It's the yellow... this...
like in the Swedish flag.

It's a people's beer.

Åge is a demon.

And a demon is
the personification of Satan.

Demons only come
when they're summoned.

- Do you see now, Bulder?
- Yes. I mean no.

Somewhere in these buildings
someone is summoning.

Do you remember
when we went up in the airplane?

We had the big building to our right -

and to one side
the fountain with its pretty lights.

What's that big building called?

It's not part of the hospital.
It's the Freemasons' Hall.

The Freemasons' Hall.
We have to get in there.

But we can't. We'd have to go through
all sorts of initiation.

Not in like that.
It's around there they do it.

- Do what?
- It's where they worship Satan.

Thank God. I thought you meant
they did exercise.

'Cause there's no damn way
I'm doing that.

And how long will society
have to pull her weight?

70 years?
That's 70 times half a million kroner.

That's 35 million.

35 million.

No wonder some taxpayers feel cheated.

Go back to your office, Hook.
Mona shouldn't have to hear all that.

- No, sweetie. No blocks now.
- She doesn't understand a word.

Maybe not.
But I'm done listening to you.

Wonderful, isn't it?

To have the whole hospital
cater to you.

But luckily, some around here
are starting to listen to me.

So don't get too comfortable,
my little friend. Disgraceful!

- Mommy...
- There, there, sweetie.

The whole hospital is having a meltdown.
I don't know what to do.

It cannot be stopped!
All you can do is protect your own.

Åge offered to save you,
but you said no.

Don't you understand
that all that matters is that you live?

So what if it's at your father's mercy?

What do evil and good matter
if you're dead?

If you have to go through life
without your child?

All my life I have wanted a child.

I've been waiting for you
all my life, Little Brother.

I understand
that this is difficult for you, Mom.

It's really rotten.

Of course it becomes harder and harder
to resist the more it hurts.

But if Dad could do this to you and me -

if he could do all this
to the Kingdom -

what could someone like him do
to the rest of the world?

I don't care about
the rest of the world.

You don't care about the rest of the
world today and perhaps tomorrow -

but even you cannot
feel that way forever.

My death is nothing in the scale
of things. It hurts you and me.

But we are just two people,
and the world is so, so big -

as you have sung to me.

I beg of you, Mom,
to support me in this.

If you can love me -

you can let me make this decision.

Can you not fix it?

It is all worn down.

Oh, well done.

People get worn down, too.

And the love of children and grownups,
goodness and friendship -

all these things
can get worn down and come to a halt.

Turn a little to the right.

Too close to the crash fence,
and you'll glide off.

No worries, just straighten up the car
and don't be afraid.

I drive against the traffic
with a blinded windshield.

I'll call you over the radio and
tell you that you're under the bridge.

Now.
And now you wipe the windshield clean.

Now you can see out.

And now you just drive home.
That's all there is to it.

I think I've come up with something.

Remember the rumor about Helmer stealing
an article from someone in Lund?

I got his phone number.
I bet he has something on Helmer.

- Christian?
- What?

Sanne...

Sanne...

I know how much you loved Falcon,
but I can't go on.

I'm scared.

And it's all a mess because
I promised the money to someone.

Do you understand?
Do you find me boring now?

Am I boring
because I don't have the nerve?

I like you the way you are.

You don't need to be someone else.
Just become a good doctor.

That's how you should earn a living.

Yes, I would like
to speak to Dr. Jönsson, please.

What?
He'll be there in the morning?

Okay, well then I'll try again tomorrow.

Yes, it's very important.
Thank you.

But, Mom, if you want
to get to the Freemasons' Hall -

we must go back to the main road.
Mom?

The pendulum wants to go that way.

EMERGENCY EXIT

Mom...

Grab a lamp, Bulder.

- Mom, this can't be the Hall.
- No, we've gone far too deep.

We must go down.

Hallelu-Satan.

Frater mihi profere Satani calicem.

Let the weak perish so the strong
may rule in the chaos of the dark.

Erit fissa vaginae fons diaboli!

- Cumah, Satan!
- Cumah, Satan!

- Come on, Bulder.
- Are you sure?

Look at the state of this place.

Yes, and it'll get even worse.

It's hard to say no
when they offer you such power.

May I stay with you for a while?

That really scared me.

I'm not the one
you should be scared of.

I can take away the pain.
And death.

Together we can save your child, Judith.
It's just one word.

What a shame. He's gone.

No, he got in the elevator.

He got off at Neuro.

The evil... Perhaps it is me.

Yes, perhaps it is us.

Perhaps it is not.

And the fact that we are not sure -

is the beauty of it.

It really is quite
an interesting situation.

If someone here
in our neurosurgical department -

belongs to the side of evil...

- Bulder, let's play a game.
- A game?

Yes, a game of association.
Dive deep into the subconscious.

Archibald and I played it years ago.
The filthy pig.

One of us says a word -

and then the other must answer
with another word without thinking.

The point is that the word
the other person says -

may be quite revealing.

The hierarchy in Hell is vital.

A bit like in this place.

If I can smuggle in the name -

of one of the rulers of Hell...

such as Beelzebub, who in the first
century got the title of Grand Duke -

I'm sure it will pay off.

Then the evil, who possesses
the real and impressed knowledge -

cannot avoid revealing to me
his position in the hierarchy of Hell.

- Let's try it on you, Bulder.
- But there's nothing impressed on me.

No, you can say that again.

Just say whatever comes to mind.
Let's begin.

Green?

- Beer.
- See how easy it is?

Car?

Garage.

- Gin?
- Tonic.

- Cookies?
- Under the closet.

I knew you'd taken them!

Ah well. At least it works.
But whom should we try it on?

Who from the neurosurgical department -

could be the evil one?

It's a big job if I have to go through
the building like this.

But there is no better way -

of ridding the hospital
of its excess weight.

I SAW HELMER

Can we be friends again, Mom?

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Of course we can.

I love you.

But no more talk of me
doing anything to you, okay?

I won't ask you for anything.
I promise.

Except maybe you could get me
some more Q-tips -

to wet my lips with?

Of course, sweetie.
I can't believe I didn't think of that.

I can't go on, Mom! Ouch!

Why didn't you tell me
you were in so much pain?

Mommy...

- Oh, sweetie.
- Mommy...

I can't go on.

Oh, Mom.
I want to be your little child.

From now on
you must make the decisions.

Get some sleep now.

We'll talk about it when you wake up.

Dammit!
I can't reach that Jönsson guy.

And my exam's in a few minutes.
I feel like crap.

You must use your body.
Use the adrenaline to move around.

Who do we pick?
Does anyone here look suspicious?

I assume the dark side expects
a minimum of capacity.

Hook is looking odd.

That trip to the crematory
didn't do him any good -

but I doubt he's our man.
He helped us in the basement that time.

- Pear tree?
- Idiot.

- Little blue balloons?
- Patient fixation.

Beelzebub?

- Mandatory lobotomy.
- Stig?

Stig! Did you hear that Bondo needs
a bone marrow transplant?

Yes, that's too bad.
I'd like to help, but I don't have time.

They cannot find a donor.
He has no family, the poor man.

He won't survive
if they don't find someone.

Mom, shouldn't we...?

Bulder, my boy.
There's something I must tell you.

Yes. What is it?

It's something I've been keeping
from you for a long time.

But let's go to my room.
You should be sitting down for this.

- It's about your father.
- About Dad?

Yes, but let's go sit down.
Why don't you ever listen?

Never mind who this is.

I'm calling with a tip.

I think the girl
wants to tell you something.

If you have Mona
play with the letter blocks -

then she'll tell you something
important about Dr. Helmer.

But you should hurry
while she's still fairly lucid.

Stop, you old crook!
Helmer, we'll be late.

Did you forget we're tearing into
Moesgaard's son? After you, examiner.

Let's pull it together
and pick a question. Okay? Good.

Oh, an interesting and exciting choice.

Roaming the periphery is always good.

Yes, Mogge. What can you tell us about
the amylase enzyme?

- The amylase enzyme?
- Yes.

QUIET EXAM

All that's left is agreeing on a grade.

Is Dr. Jönsson there?
He is? Thank you.

Hello, this is Mogens Moesgaard
from the Copenhagen Hospital.

I'd like a few words about your
previous employer, Stig Helmer.

I gather there was a slight... problem?

I wonder if you could tell me something
about him that I might not know.

You could? Yes...

Hello, Bondo. Listen.

Let me put it this way.
We have good news and bad news.

The good news is that we found
your half-brother, and he's a match.

He agreed
to donate his bone marrow.

- He works here in the hospital.
- Oh, then let me meet him.

- Well...
- What is his specialty?

I can't wait
to exchange theories with him.

Let me see the man who harbors
the thousand-year-old Bondo spirit.

Yes, that's the bad news.

Hi... brother.

- Is he tired?
- Come on.

Yes...

You're stupid and selfish.

Stop. You have to say thank you
when they hit you, for God's sake.

We're doing all this for you.

This is for your benefit.

Come on...

- Bastard.
- Thank you.

Don't say thank you
until she's hit you!

Thank you very much.

Oh, my... Excuse me.

I think my awakening is beginning.

Thanks to all of you.

I feel the need to be alone now.

Einar, what are you feeling right now?
I'm angry.

At whom? What are they keeping you
from doing? All the things I want to do.

What is that?
All the things I want to do for myself.

And what might that be?

Be a doctor. Come again?

Be a doctor.

I'll tell them I've had enough.

I'll demand my 3600 back.
And my clothes.

I want to go home to my department.
My administration... and my hospital.

Bob, I'm coming. I'll just go tell them.

Straight to their faces.
A Moesgaard wants the floor.

A Moesgaard holds his head high.

A Moesgaard doesn't flee
in the dark of night -

down two braided sheets.

I thought about what you said about
it all appearing staged.

- I have the same bad feeling.
- Aha? What can we do?

If the Lodge is behind all this -

I must urge you to not sanction them.

You don't want to tamper with the Lodge.

So we just bow down
to the Lodge and do nothing?

I was going to recommend
that you cancel tonight's patrol.

- So as not to provoke them.
- Provoke!

Yes, go home.
That's my suggestion.

And allow me to compliment you -
on being such a magnanimous man.

- What do you mean?
- The article in the Medical Journal.

It debates whether this place
even needs a director -

considering it's run
by the attendings anyway.

It was noble of you not to throw
yourself into a debate or a defense.

- Thank you, Nivesen.
- A fine move, Hospital Director.

- The Medical Journal?
- Yes.

So long.

It's never been this difficult
to find common ground.

I was, for Moesgaard's sake,
prepared to give his son a D.

And I already admitted that his
presentation was somewhat incoherent.

But I don't think we have ever given
less than a D to a Brother's family.

Okay, we'll give him an F.

Yes, if you say so.
We're done here.

No, Helmer...

- Yes, it didn't amount to much.
- I have a greeting for the examiner.

Certainly.

I have eight personal messages
from Borås.

Jönsson?

I'm afraid you get an F.

An F? I get the F for fool.

The party discipline in Sweden.
That is where I was taught to hate.

I am a duck.
I am a duck. I know.

It must be at least an A.

If you say so, Helmer.

He's here.

Hi, brother.

Let's extract the bone marrow.

The last dance of the night
before we go

before the day dawns
and the sun's aglow.

Still you're close to me

still the night is ours

lovely is the final waltz
in these final hours.

A little tender kiss

before we go

I don't want to miss
before we go.

A night is done

you whisper sweet goodnight.

I kiss you and tell you how

- I never felt...
- closer to Heaven than now.

Come Christmas it will happen.

Our time is over soon.

Will you marry me?

Yes, I will.

That is good.

A Double-L? Nice, Mogge.

There's no grade called double-L.
It's gotta be an E or an F.

Mogge's really impressed
that you're doing this.

Yes. I'm ready.

Sanne...

Come. Let's go.

There you go.

I'm taking you home.
I borrowed my dad's car.

You just need to get home
and shake it off.

I'm on top of the world.
I got an A!

HELMER WAS

Helmer... Helmer...

Good morning.

The stairs!

- Hello, Camilla.
- How is your son doing?

Just fine, thank you. It always takes
him forever to wake up from a stupor.

- Ah, the anaesthesia.
- Oh, right. That's what you call it.

I'm a bit confused these days.

I've developed a method.
A game of association.

We used to play it at the Messenger.
It's very revealing.

I used to play that, too.
It's fun.

Yes, because people give
such different answers.

- What would you say to omelet?
- Leftovers.

- How about orangutan?
- Dr. Helmer. Oh, no...

I don't know where that came from.
I apologize. Terribly embarrassing.

- Shrimp salad?
- Salad horn.

- Emu?
- Animal in three letters.

- Hebrides?
- Strong wind from the northwest.

And Beelzebub?

Grand Duke.

What did you say?

You said Beelzebub,
and I replied Grand Duke.

Beelzebub, Grand Duke, Lucifer...

Empereur, Satanachia -

Grand General...

What did you do?

Bitch!

Good evening. I'm the hospital director
and I'm on inspection.

- No one will stop me!
- Of course not.

I want access to the Minister of Health.

He's not there.
He might have been discharged.

Sir, the door is open.

It opens outward.
It was just replaced.

Wasn't that your suggestion
to make room for more patients?

Stop. I have a question about
the running of the hospital. I am...

the hospital director.

Stop, you there.
A patient I can surely handle.

- That's an order!
- I apologize. I am pressed for time.

Stop! Stop! Right now!

I'll get you!

- Where are you going?
- What did you do with the girl?

I represent the highest authority
in this hospital.

You're an attending?

Open the door. It's the police.

Scared... Scared...

We grownups get scared too
and sing long, scared songs like you.

How may I help you?

We had cause to think you took...
The girl is gone.

- And you were running.
- Running... Hardly the right word.

Is efficiency forbidden
in this hospital?

If the rules say laundry must be taken
to the laundry room -

it should damn well get there.
Thank you.

Mrs. Drusse is late -

so I suggest we get started.
I've been reading up on this tomfoolery.

Yes. So let's agree on who to summon.

We should summon the good side
of the hospital director.

Indeed. Bob's better side
is a tall order. But let us try.

Is our central medium ready?

Come in, Bob! Come in, Bob!

Come in, Bob! Come in, Bob!

Are you awake?

What will happen next, Mom?

Have you decided what to do?

An hour ago I was sure
I'd do the deal with Åge.

I was just about to call him -

when I remembered
what Drusse said about the spirits.

That when you're ready,
you can see them.

So I came up here.

And all of a sudden...
I actually saw them.

I understand now, Little Brother.
What you said about -

us all being part of something
much bigger -

and that being together
on the good side is all that matters.

They really love you,
and they trust you.

Even though you mean the world to me -

I cannot make you go against
your nature and your conviction.

Yes...

I will help you die, Little Brother.

And though it was brief, I wouldn't
have wanted a life without you.

- Mommy...
- Yes, my love.

It has to be now,
while we can do it.

I would like to christen you.

I want to be named Frederik
like the crown prince.

If you don't get a name,
you automatically get the king's name.

Of course
you should have the king's name.

I christen you Frederik.

In the name of the Father -

and the Son
and the Holy Spirit.

Thank you, Mom.

You're welcome, Frederik.

No, not with a syringe, Mom.
I'm scared.

I don't want to sleep when it happens.

Set me free, Mommy.
You must set me free.

- Do you think we can do it, Frederik?
- I know we can.

The two of us.

- No, I can't.
- Yes, you can. I love you, Mom.

Sing to me.

The sun is turning red, Mom.

The forest going black.

Now the forest's dead, Mom...

No!

Hello? Can anybody hear me?

I cannot open the doors.

Hep, hep! Goddammit. He's off.
Falcon is about to go.

I've bet a month's pay.
Take over for me.

We're testing the emergency power.
It's all automatic.

The main power will shut down,
and the generator will start.

All you have to do is turn on the
main power supply on the red button -

if the generator doesn't start.
But it always does.

Don't touch anything.
In particular the big handle.

It doesn't take a long power failure
to kill off all the really sick.

Falcon, are you ready?

- Good to go from here.
- 5000 on red.

No...

On black.

I don't think he'll make it.
With blinded windshield and all that.

4, 3, 2, 1. Go!

This won't do.

This won't do at all.

I just put down a month's pay,
and you're not cheering?

I don't like that one bit, shorty.

There! There!

Mogge, it's Dad!

There he is! You bastard!

Get him! Get him! Come!

Where the hell did he go?

He screwed us over!

- Excuse me? Who?
- Moesgaard, goddammit.

Moesgaard? I wouldn't be surprised.
I should've known.

Good evening, Bob.

- I mean, Hospital Director.
- I've had enough!

Bob, Bob, quit your job.
Brethren will not ever stop!

Bob, Bob, quit your job.
Brethren will not ever stop.

Bob, Bob, quit your job. Brethren...

Oh, it's like that, is it?

This is how you fight the occult?

This will cost you dearly!
The Minister of Health will be informed!

Hello, Bob.
I only take meetings on Thursdays.

Who are you? What are you doing here?
You weren't supposed to be here!

Oh, yes.
I am definitely supposed to be here.

It's my job.

Job?
What the hell are you talking about?

I'm Death.

I have a busy evening ahead of me.

What did I do?

What did I do?

Hello?

Oh, no. Not again.

The emergency power will come on
in a minute.

We keep a lot of people alive
by machine power.

Dispatch, come in!
Where the hell are you?

Come on, talk to me.

Calling Falcon! Hello?

Hello, Falcon, are you there?
Come in.

Help me!

- It's Christian.
- Stop, Christian!

Where's the power?

In a few seconds we'll have the biggest
hospital disaster in recent times.

Åge Krüger,
give me back my child!

The sun turned so red, Mom,
the night turned very black.

Little Brother is dead, Mom,
and Mona may not come back.

Åge roams the world, Mom,
we lock up every door.

The wind blows on my pillow, Mom,
will the Kingdom be as before?

My name, in all humility,
is still Lars von Trier -

and yet again I wish you
the obligatory pleasant evening.

Should you, in spite of
what you just saw -

still harbor a desire to follow
the rocky road of the Kingdom -

and wish to spend time
with our little flock -

and listen to this gentleman's
smart ass comments -

be goddamn prepared
to take the good with the evil.

After a day like this, all we need is
for the idiot Jönsson to show up.

Excuse me, my name is Jönsson.
I come from Lund.

I have a message for Dr. Helmer -

from his wife and seven children
in Borås.