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Fibrillation. Prepare adrenaline!

One, two, three...

seven, eight...

ECG shows sinus rhythm.

Harrington retractor. Start suction, I can't see what I'm doing.

Increase suction.

Oh boy!

You do know that you've been waiting for Pontopidan for two hours now?

I must get to him before he locks all his locks -

so I need to be here when he arrives.

The treatment...

that he has subjected me to at this hospital...

I'm going to hold him accountable for it.

Look, Pontopidan doesn't bear the full responsibility -

for all the traditions and court-martial principles.

- My ass is his responsibility. - Yes.

He's the chief physician, dammit.

I think he's an idiot.

So what else is new?

SLICED CARROTS

What?!

Where the hell are my peas?

- He's here. - Yes.

He spent the night in there.

Mrs. Svendsen.

I explicitly asked for medium-fine peas. For my neck, you see.

I don't know that it's part of my job description -

that I'm obligated to do a chief physician's personal shopping.

Oh... I'm sorry. Of course not.

I don't know what got into me.

When Christmas time is drawing near, they freeze in Southern Sweden.

They deck the halls with holly bows

and then they up and leave 'em.

Molac molac mac mac mac. They deck the halls...

The idiot is singing now!

- Molac molac mac mac mac ... - "Molac molac", what is that?

When Christmas time is drawing near, they freeze in Southern Sweden.

Enough! It's always the same old story.

Always a mockery of Sweden. It has to stop.

By the way... Has the cleaner, or Dr. Andersen, come yet?

No.

I just remembered I have another meeting now.

I have to go.

Hi, brother.

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 12 Barbarossa

- Sausage and mash. - Sausage and mash. Welcome.

- What were you doing in the Lodge? - I'm an alternate.

They don't know I'm Swedish.

I spy on them and report back to you all.

Did you have to kick so hard?

I didn't want to arouse suspicion. Sorry.

- Why do you keep holding your pants? - They didn't have my size.

"I must learn from the Dane whence the hostility comes."

There is nothing more to learn, nothing more to understand.

I understand everything. It's time to stand together.

I've had a vision.

It's time for SA to come together -

and fight.

23:00 is the time.

What is the name of our mission, our fight?

- Barbarossa? - Barbarossa! Yes?

I'm sure you've heard of the original Operation Barbarossa.

It was, of course, the German expansion to the east during WW2.

A campaign that claimed the lives of four million people.

The words may not be my own -

and they may be somewhat politically tainted -

but our country did not to my knowledge -

have any enemies during WW2. None.

The words hold the fervour we need.

- Barbarossa. - Barbarossa.

The Swedes are making a lot of noise today.

Better that than if they were quiet. The dog that barks doesn't bite.

When will we get help?

In the nick of time... as always.

Why aren't you happy, Karen?

Everything went well.

I need a...

A sign. Everybody needs a sign.

SA has put in a huge effort against the Swedish abuse of the Danish cesspool.

But it's time to realize that the vat is full.

It's time to realize we can no longer crawl.

It's time to stand tall.

- Is it time? - Yes!

- Do you want Barbarossa? - Yes!

- Do you want total war? - Yes!

- What time is it? - 10:30.

Dear me, I have a brief meeting.

We'll plan the strategy for Barbarossa after lunch. I'll be back soon.

This department is where they filmed the second season -

which wasn't as good.

Why are you following me?

It makes me uncomfortable.

Stop it.

What's going on?

the most famous elevator in Denmark, the actual elevator -

in which Mary first manifested herself at the end of Part 1.

Really?

Peace reigns over the land and over the Kingdom.

All of you have done a great job -

to promote peace and understanding in this Tower of Babel.

And with that, my thoughts go to Greenland and the Faroe Islands.

So, little Primus. Did you find a little nibble?

And why not send a thought to the animals?

The little harmless fellas who also benefit from this hospital.

Why ...?

Why ...? Why not?

We've reached Neurosurgery on the 9th floor.

The heart of the show, you could say. It was on this floor that we...

Let me show you the most secret place of all.

Lars von Trier's private room.

I thought Daddy was going home.

There's something I have to do first.

Gotcha, you little rat! The fists will do the talking now!

The door is locked till I've finished my Christmas speech. O'er the fields we go.

So get a move on, dammit!

He heard us. It's your fault. You made a noise.

Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!

What...

the devil!

Little carrot-loving lout.

The louse that lies low lives a long life.

Long live life.

Live life long!

An I speech.

The I Speech.

Life... life's loud.

Life's loud. Let life be loud.

Let life be loud.

Lemurs live life.

Live life! Lamb liver with leeks.

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo!

- Shame on you! - Rapist.

- Are you okay, Anna? - Sexist pig!

- Are you okay? - That's not okay! We're here for you.

Cheer up. So many gifts are bestowed on us without us asking for them.

Can you chat to all the birdies...

19.

Next.

I've asked the young lady to wait so we can resolve this madness swiftly.

- What madness are we talking about? - How about a cup of Swedish coffee?

No.

I'm very busy, but with a little luck we can settle this internally.

Internally? No, that never bodes well for me.

I've just received an email from a Swedish tour guide at the hospital.

Attached are 100 pictures that have already gone viral.

- Gone where? - The whole world can see the pictures.

"Rape at the Kingdom."

"See all the pictures here."

Is she claiming that I raped her?

That's what she's implying, I'm afraid.

- Why? - Because I advised her to.

She felt extraordinarily violated after your penetration.

She jumped me while she went on about a snake on the floor.

She jumped me! But it's a lie!

That's your allegation.

Hang on.

You... come here.

- What the hell are you up to? - My client feels violated, don't you?

As our press release so poetically puts it:

My client would never voluntarily have wound up in your filthy, sexual arms.

Your lewdness oozes out of every single picture!

Why do I feel like you represent her a little bit more than you represent me?

Perhaps my sympathies are swayed in this clear case.

You feel violated, don't you?

- Yes, I was violated. - And we're off!

By whom? Not me, dammit.

- Yes. - No.

- No? - No.

- Yes. - No!

I sense a certain difference of opinion, and that is typical of rape.

I don't want to rashly side with one or the other -

so my advice is:

Pay.

All this to avoid talking about a snake. That wasn't even there.

I repeat: She jumped me.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? That's just sick.

I'll look like a criminal.

Yes, but aren't all men, really?

If we assume that the impulse is as criminal as the deed -

we could lead the entire male population of the world to the scaffold.

Pay.

I'll state my price later today.

Dr. Andersen.

Dr. Andersen!

Dr. Andersen! My carton!

Dr. Andersen, please wait.

Dr. Andersen.

Mr. Hospital Director, it's coming! It's coming!

I'll be damned. I can hardly believe it.

Lovely lodgings lying lusciously...

Yoo-hoo!

Spare me!

Yes, keep pushing.

Yoo-hoo!

I'll be damned!

I'll be damned! The proton accelerator at long last. Congratulations, sir.

- Where do you want the accelerator? - We have a base somewhere, right?

Even the smallest screw, if that's needed, has been ready for two years.

Our technical manager will be right with you.

- Oh, I'd like to... - Absolutely!

There you are.

Look, why did Skejby give up the proton accelerator?

I doubt Anne-Lise's panties did the trick.

They got a newer model.

Take it to the Department of Radiotherapy. Congratulations, sir.

- Take it to the dump! - Are you sure?

You heard me. Take it to the goddamn dump!

Well, what a...

For your foot.

WART REMOVER

Are you scared now, Karen?

Yes, I'm scared now.

Karen... Karen.

Karen!

I've been looking for you all morning.

It's time to wake up.

Karen.

- Is that you, Bulder? - Yes. Sorry, I woke you up.

You're not supposed to, I think.

I met one of the two doppelgängers.

My patient touched his copy -

and then they both vanished.

I just knew -

there was some kind of diabolical automation -

about this replicant business.

Oh, there you are.

The tumor was benign.

But I found something really strange inside it.

What does it mean?

Why, it's the Kingdom.

I need to sleep -

so that I can bring you and Big Brother together.

It's imperative now.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Linseed oil...

Little carrot-loving lout.

- Open! Open! - Let us in!

Sor... sorry, Halfmer.

I haven't quite finished my speech...

Please let us in.

- Halfmer's not out there? - Hurry, hurry!

Hurry!

Hurry!

- I do apologize. - Not at all.

Patient visits are the kind of interruptions that make my job complete.

- I'm an orderly. - Yes. Where would we be without you?

Let the orderlies come to me, and do not hinder them.

I've had some of my best sleep with orderlies.

Yup...

Oh, there it was. Under the sofa.

I kept it as evidence. Please don't think I wanted it for myself.

- Please don't... It's evidence. - Where do you want it?

I was just about to ask you to get rid of it for me.

- But it's evidence. - Yes.

And that's precisely why it has to go. We...

Who are we to accuse?

Who are we to judge? To throw the first stone?

- I think we'd like to be let out now. - Of course.

Tend to everything. Neglect nothing.

Still, the bird sings its song.

Perched behind the frozen pane.

And I could go on. Language is my one true passion.

Life's loud.

Let life be loud.

No, there they are!

We have to hide!

Open it. Bulder, it's locked!

- Are you asleep? - No.

- I'm from the country, and in the... - I get it, Bulder.

I think the sound of Big Brother's pulse can lull me to sleep.

Like a fetus falls asleep in the womb -

under its mother's heart.

Rote Armee Fraktion, a terrorist group in Germany -

that murdered and kidnapped based on the theory -

that it would compel the state to show its true Nazi face in response.

In America, the Manson cult followed the same principles.

They murdered to the Beatles song "Helter Skelter".

Both groups carried out attacks based on the idea -

that a few select terrorist attacks by very few people -

would trigger a radical social...

social upheaval.

Swedish Anonymous, we aren't many in number -

but we have our Swedish intelligence.

Enough of that.

Barbarossa is an operation aimed at this hospital -

which our provocations will bring to its knees -

compelling it to show its true face, namely impotence, chaos, panic.

And thus the incompetence of the upper class.

19,000 kroner (Danish)

Jesus Christ!

Go to Pediatric first.

Pull yourself together, for God's sake.

CHILDTOWN

HELMER WAS

- What happened? - It is the spawn of Babylon.

Asta will hand out a pamphlet.

A copy of the one -

the Allies distributed in Germany during WW2.

It calls for civil disobedience -

and is a treasure trove of minor sabotage ideas.

Let me enumerate:

Feign minor illnesses.

Including venereal ones.

Disseminate the name of the operation everywhere -

anytime, in the form of graffiti and the like.

Waste time, ask stupid questions -

and pretend not to understand the answer.

Go to the bathroom... frequently.

Order the wrong material in much too large quantities.

Spill liquids. All kinds. Blood, urine, lighter fuel.

Start small fires "by accident" -

and put them out with too much water.

In general, do things that impede and lower the capacity of the hospital.

Everyone must carry out as much minor sabotage as possible.

- My name is Kalle, and I'm Swedish. - Hi, Kalle.

Off the agenda, the clinical staff has succeeded -

in getting the majority on the clothing committee.

Behold our first little victory.

Kick me in the butt I'm a white collar.

- I'd like to share an idea. - Please.

I propose that we call ourselves the Snapphane Hirrilla.

As in Snapphane guerilla?

Exactly. Like the Snapphane guerillas who fought a tyrannical superior force.

The superior force was Sweden. Idiot.

The spawn of Babylon is at the Kingdom...

like weeds.

Deadly weeds!

This is far too harrowing for you.

It's too dangerous for you.

If we're to save the Kingdom -

we must be prepared to take a beating.

It just proves that we're on the right track.

We can ride in the boxes. Bulder.

Get in, Bulder.

I'm afraid I just won't fit in.

Judith and I will go alone, then.

Are you ready to meet your son face to face?

Yes.

The red flag. We take no prisoners! The Jolly Roger -

and above, the Swedish flag!

Dear SA members.

Spread throughout the Kingdom. Do as much damage as possible.

We will begin in 30 minutes sharp. Look!

- The most beautiful flag in the world! - Bravo!

No prisoners!

Oh no, there you are, Dr. Andersen.

Under the bed and the toilets if there's time.

Well, Dr. Andersen, here we are, man to man.

We have a score to settle.

You stole a milk carton from my office -

as you can see in this video.

No, no, no, it was empty.

I see, just as empty as the void between Dr. Andersen's ears.

How could you -

when you saw the milk carton on my desk in my private office?

If I'd wanted to get rid of it, I'd have thrown it in the waste basket.

But as it was on the desk, it might imply -

that the milk carton was special to me. Do you follow me?

- It was empty. - It may have felt empty.

All I know is that it was perhaps my favorite carton, and it must be found.

So you and I are going on a trip to the recycling room.

I am Brisk, your little helper.

Satan!

Look, Mona.

She has her bricks now.

Barbarossa.

Barbarossa begins now.

We're off to the recycling room, but we have a small matter to deal with first.

Live life long... let life live.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm smoking out a badger.

Gentlemen, the Christmas speech.

This year, I found it amusing to do an I speech.

Life's loud. Let life be loud.

Live life!

Lamb liver with leeks.

The cunning devil!

- Libya, Latvia... - Fan it in.

Liquorice, lox, leather shoe. Loathsome liberals...

Why isn't he coming out? Has he set the carpet on fire?

- Loathsome liberals' ludicrous laws! - Badgers are cunning, deadly devils.

Take this and come with me.

Laugh at the locomotive of life!

Wait, wait, wait. "Bar bar rossa."

The idiots misspelled it!

Just show me to the recycling room. We haven't got the rest of our lives.

Damn, I think that's the one!

That is... Dad.

No, no! How do I get out there?

No, no, no! Stop, stop, stop!

Daddy...

Hello, sweetie.

Hello, Mom.

I've missed you so.

No, Mom. Don't stroke my cheek.

It reminds me of when I was Little Brother.

I love you.

Stop crying, so the water won't rise even more.

Look what your mother found in your heart.

I am the Gatekeeper of the Kingdom and I must open the gate -

and drive the dark spirits into the darkness -

and the light spirits into the light.

What's that light down there? It looks like a landing strip.

It's the lights on the fountain.

The fountain is the venue. The gate to the Kingdom.

- But the hospital has been rebuilt. - I didn't know that.

I'll have to think about where the gate can be, then.

But tomorrow is December 24th!

Well, come back then. I need to rest now.

Mom can stay.

How amazing that I had the Kingdom in my heart.

- There's no more juice. - "There's no more juice."

Everyone screams for juice as if it were their right. But it's Bob's juice.

- But we're all so thirsty. - So let them drink water.

That may be a misquote, but cut down on the juice as per the regulations -

or you won't get any at all.

Cheer up!

Hello. Fire inspection.

You should keep your phone on you. Naver's waiting for you.

Yes.

What the devil...

Yes, I'm a little late.

It's hard to get around in this damned hospital.

Perhaps because of all the terrorist attacks -

but that's just my guess. How's it going?

I must remind you that the ban on conversation between you and Dr. Naver -

imposed by the internal court-martial also applies in the OR.

You'll have to use me as an intermediary.

Attending Helmer said, "Yes, I'm late."

"It's hard to get around in this damned hospital."

"Perhaps because of all the terrorist attacks, but that's just my guess."

I'll either cut up his belly -

or else I'll buy him the world's biggest cotton candy.

Dr. Naver says, "I'll either cut up his belly -

or I'll buy him the world's biggest cotton candy."

Scissors.

They're the best.

Dr. Naver says, "The scissors are the best."

Cutting edge. It's a pun, Halfmer.

Dr. Naver says, "Cutting edge. It's a pun, Halfmer."

Bah! I only requested your assistance because of the pun.

Dr. Naver says, "Bah. I only requested your assistance because of the pun."

- What pun? - Halfmer says, "What pun?"

Please close.

Dr. Naver says, "Please close the patient."

We removed so much of his brain, he can rent out the extra space.

Dr. Naver says, "We removed so much of his brain -

he can rent out the extra space."

- "Hir". - Attending Halfmer says, "Hir."

This is war!

44!

Thank you.

Right.

It's been an honor to represent you.

Hey. It's impossible. It can't be done.

I infiltrated a group of white collars to sabotage them -

by slowing down their activity -

but no matter how slowly I move, I can't move slower than them.

I've been pouring water on small fires for an hour, but people just pass by -

because it's "not their field of responsibility".

Why don't you and I find a romantic spot and engage in some sabotage?

Perhaps facing west so we can enjoy the sunset?

Even if your cleavage was the prize -

I couldn't afford to do anything romantic with you.

We just have to realize -

that Operation Barbarossa, first wave, has ended.

We must gather all SA members for a crisis meeting.

Stop!

You've used all your free internet access.

This service was outsourced to Brisk, the little helper.

Please enter your Brisk parking ID. It's easy to get a new Brisk parking ID.

I see you've visited a couple of Swedish arms dealer websites.

Yes.

I tried to make a purchase. Correct.

Bofors is Swedish and the only arms manufacturer in the world -

that uses 100% recycled packaging.

Well, that's good, I guess.

Operation Barbarossa, first wave, was a failure.

Second wave! We need a weapon.

Can anyone in the group fix a weapon?

Nah... a weapon?

It's imperative that we get a weapon.

Anna. Don't you have a weapon?

- Have you got a weapon? - Dear, sweet Anna.

- I won't let you use it. - You won't?

You know how weapon and owner can develop an almost erotic bond.

I won't let anyone else use it.

Considering our financial relationship it would be appropriate -

for you to help out.

It's crucial.

Anna! Anna! Anna!

Come on, Anna.

Thank you, Anna.

- It'll cost you a kiss. - Never.

- Then you'll hear from my lawyer. - He can start by talking to mine.

No, never. Never. Anna, cut it out.

Is the gun loaded?

To the bursting point.

Haven't you got a weapon?

What? No, I'm a pacifist.

It's our duty to set the snowball in motion.

I'm talking about the most dangerous man in the Kingdom.

The most seasoned, most diabolical devil we've ever heard of.

The most cunning rascal of them all.

I'm talking about Pontopidan!

I'm a fantastic machine but we've much to do.

- But you keep smashing the plates. - I know.

My impeccable moves are flawed -

but all things beautiful have a tiny flaw.

- Only the divine is flawless. - Do you believe in the divine?

I believe in it, but I don't trust it.

You're being sloppy again. Get a move on!

It's Christmas Eve tomorrow. You're wasting time.

It won't fix itself. Get on with it!

All right, all right.

Bulder, wake up!

Christmas is only half an hour away and all we can do is wait.

Surprise, surprise.

The aviation authorities say our report of aircraft in our airspace is wrong.

How the hell ...?

Yoo-hoo...

Gentlemen, ladies.

May I have your attention?

My guilt is my guilt. I accept it.

But first I have to add to it.

For it falls on me -

to also become guilty of murder.

As I... intend...

to kill you, Pontopidan.

It was a mistake -

to leave Sweden for this country.

And mistakes come at a cost.

That's some cannon you have there.

Bofors, I see.

Packed in 100% green packaging.

The first arms manufacturer to do that, I gather.

I hate you, you Danish scum!

Do as I say.

Send the picture you took of Mona's bricks to the Swedish woman.

It might have ended differently for the two of us -

if we hadn't been here -

as representatives of Denmark and Sweden.

The ultimate enemies.

A single shot!

- Danish stupidity. - Halfmer, you have to see this picture.

What's that? No, no, this is the wrong time.

We haven't got time for romance now.

Your embarrassment will grow -

when I show you this picture from botched surgery victim Mona.

Halfmer, look at it.

HELMER WAS DANISH

Yes... yes... yes.

Dad was the fornicator and Mom was the whore -

and together they fornicated across borders.

And I am the bastard -

that came from it.

Dad was whole.

I am half...

Danish!

I've probably always known deep down.

How low can you go?

The fatal truth is dawning on me now.

Here and now.

Damn you to hell...

Danish scum!

Shut up, Halfmer, and allow us to reflect.

Gefjon plowed, according to the myth, Zealand out of Sweden with her oxen sons -

after an erotic affair with the Swedish King Gylfi.

There's no end to the nonsense, and where does it all lead?

I'll venture a prediction:

Though it seems the climate is going to hell -

Ragnarök is safe and well at the Kingdom.

I predict that it will all, thank God, come to an end.

Halfmer and Gylfi can sob all they want -

because here in Zealand, perhaps stolen from Sweden, we'll soon get closure.

Following the shameful European political trends, I'll swing to the right -

while I advise any viewer still awake against doing the same -

and to take the good with the evil.