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The Kingdom Hospital
rests on ancient marshland

where the bleaching ponds once lay.

Here the bleachers moistened
their great spans of cloth.

The steam evaporating from the wet cloth

shrouded the place in permanent fog.

Centuries later the hospital was built here.

The bleachers gave way to
doctors and researchers,

the best brains in the nation
and the most perfect technology.

To crown their work they called
the hospital The Kingdom.

Now life was to be charted,
and ignorance and superstition

never to shake the
bastions of science again.

Perhaps their arrogance
became too pronounced,

and their persistent
denial of the spiritual.

For it is as if the cold
and damp have returned.

Tiny signs of fatigue are appearing
in the solid, modern edifice.

No living person knows it yet,
but the gateway to the Kingdom

is opening once again.

A Foreign Body

Hello! Now you car is as good as new.

l ordered the repair of my Volvo 850 GLT

and delivery to my private parking bay.

Your bay has been abolished. Danish crap.

Where are the cones that
mark my parking bay?

The red plastic ones.

Pull up in front of that Golf.

Where is my parking bay? My plastic cones?

Are they yours? Yes.

l talked to the boss.
Nobody has private parking bays.

Anyway it was in a stupid place.
Where the ambulances pull up.

The ambulances can drive round it.

Two have had real bother.
Made in Sweden. See?

Whereґs your boss? Nobody touches my cones.

Youґre in luck. What?

My boss is here today.
But heґs in conference.

Cash on the nail, please.

Sweet Jesus ... Dear God ...

Man ...

12 October, 00.35 hours.
This is ambulance wagon 12.

Weґre heading down Lyngby
Road towards the Kingdom ...

13 October, 00.35 hours.

This is ambulance wagon 12.

Weґre heading down Lyngby
Road towards the Kingdom ...

And so on.

Cracks in the building. Practical jokes.

Of course weґve tried to trace the calls.

Bulder has an idea of
where they are coming from.

Have l?

You said you thought you knew.
Excellent. Where?

Bulder doesnґt want to
falsely accuse anyone.

Couldnґt you call him on his radio?

Next time they call in? Anything.

FOUND ... key to locker B.023 ...

This is it. Your locker, right? Yes.

Have you lost your key?

No.

Thatґs lucky.

Or it wouldnґt be a safe
place to keep the youknowwhat.

l donґt. ltґs been stolen.
What am l to do?

lf Bondo gets his fingers on it ...
Thatґs what it means!

The Key to your Head.

Whoeverґs taken it wants to meet
you at lift lobby 7 in the basement.

Well, l donґt want to meet him.

Anyway, l bet heґs already told Bondo.

Why would he have put this up then?

Where is lift lobby 7?

Why did you say l knew?

Canґt you see?

They must be connected with the ambulance

Hansen mentioned.
Thatґs where the calls come from.

At last weґll get something out
of the 78 driving lessons you hand.

Fill up the tank.
Tonight weґre going for a ride!

Mummy!

We are all here today Apart from one of us

We are all here today Apart from one of us

Here is ...

Hook

and Rigmor

and Judith

and ... Helmer

And ...

Helmer ...

Helmer ...

Sorry ...
You are closing your mind to all this, Stig.

Crossed arms are your body language.

Your way of saying ґґDonґt get
too closeґґ. Perhaps youґre right.

After all,
youґre from a completely different culture.

lґm merely trying to bring out a
bit of esprit de corps in all of us.

l realise it may be hard
for Helmer to join in,

Helmer, the hardest worker of us all.

Have any of you seen the
Gazette this morning?

Splendid, Stig, no less.

lmpressive research.
You should have submitted it

to the Lancet ... How you find the
time and energy! lґm impressed.

Perhaps Dr. Helmer could explain
the drip he gave Mrs. Drusse?

lt would be nice to know
the consultantґs plans ...

What do you mean by that?
l didnґt admit Mrs. Drusse,

the entire Danish medical profession did.

l presume that the Danish
medical profession has a plan.

lf not, then l have to decide.
Send her to otology.

Otology? Why?
Thereґs no indication that she cannot hear.

lnitially, in a friendly tone of voice,

and then in a powerfully
exaggerated tone of voice

l screamed at Mrs. Drusse,
ґґSTAY lN BED, DAMN YOU! ґґ

But she very clearly did not hear me.
So send the old cow to otology.

Sheґs as deaf as a post.

Now the larum of the living
will be silent in this room.

l invoke a spirit.

Are you here, Mary?

l know you are here,
for you have something to tell me.

lf youґre here, Mary, reveal your presence.

l have lit a candle for you.

l have heard you crying in the lift.

Now l ask you, ґґWere you locked away?ґґ

Blow the flame if you mean yes.

Were you crying because
youґd been locked away?

No? Did you cry because your chest hurt?

No ...

But you do have a chest disease, donґt you?

No?

Now you are confusing me.

Did you cry because someone had hurt you?

Who? Who made you cry?

Someone from your family?

Why wonґt you let me talk to Mary?

l ask the other spirit
in the room to leave us.

Why donґt you want me to talk to Mary?

Mary? Mary? Are you there?

Are you still here?

ltґs important at
present for our department

to make a positive impression.
Operation Morning Breeze, etc ...

Donґt you also feel things
are running more smoothly now?

l got the pictures from
the childrenґs ward.

We have to seek out the positive things.

l think lґve found a solution
to Professor Bondoґs problem.

Oh? He will be pleased,
he and the rest of the brethren.

l mean, itґs magnifikt.
lsnґt that what you people say?

Have we time to tell him?

Oh, no!

Mona!

That pompous Swede!

Your work, your results,
are what heґs written about.

ltґs just not the done thing.
Maybe in Sweden, but not here.

lґd like to see that Mona report.
l know he committed an error.

My name is mentioned in the article.

Mentioned? You keep getting cheated.

That Aage bloke cheated you, too.

He made no promises.

And he was really very nice.
Want to see him?

Not specially.

lґll keep those.

There is a time to remember,
and a time to forget.

Do you feel how my tummy has grown?

Yes, enormously. Big bloke, was he?

lґve already forgotten.

lґm having a scan today. Want to come?

Of course.

What the hell are you doing? l made contact.

She revealed her presence.

But somebody wanted to stop her.

She said she wasnґt ill. Thatґs very odd.

Maybe she just didnґt know.

Maybe itґs time to talk to Professor Bondo.

What, do you know him, too?
Not exactly ґґknowґґ.

l had a welldocumented
relationship with his father

in 1944. lt was thoroughly reported

in the Messenger that Easter.

They didnґt have much
to write about that year.

l met his son then,
a boy of very little brain.

You never told me. What became of him?

He died,
and l havenґt heard from him since.

But he was quite a bit my senior,
and a real charlatan.

Where are we going? To ear, nose and throat.

Otology! Well, why not?

Have we time to drop in on
Professor Bondo on the way?

No.

lmagine, l heard what sounded
like a no to your mother.

l thought you loved me,
but l was obviously mistaken.

Mummy, damn it!

Hello, Bondo, have you a minute?
... Helmer has an idea.

l understand ...

... that your hepatomaґs next
of kin wonґt permit an autopsy.

l know you Danes take pride in making things

as complicated as possible. Never mind that.

l have found a document that shows

that three years ago Zakariasen
signed up as an organ donor.

That could be to our advantage.
What do you mean?

Legally, we could transplant the liver.

Whoґd want a liver thatґs totally
kaput and has a malignant tumor?

We take a terminal patient.
Get consent from the next of kin

for an autopsy. Give him the liver.

When he dies, which will be soon afterwards

the liver will be ours.

You are joking ...
or did you have a particular patient in mind?

This isnґt otology!
Donґt you know your way round at all?

A joke ... if so, everything here is a joke.

The theory and argument
are most interesting.

But the ethics just donґt hold water.
Youґre talking peopleґs bodies.

Possibly, but we are also talking
science and the common good.

l am afraid Bondo cannot
put your ideas to any use.

Now, gentlemen, l have a class.

lґm going to examine your hearing.

No need, my hearing is fine.

Thatґs what weґre going to check.

A healthy ear emits a very faint tone.

By measuring it,
we can measure hearing ability.

You mean like when your ears ring?

No, this tone cannot be heard
without amplification and filters.

First lґll record the
tone in your inner ear,

then amplify it and rerecord
it until itґs been isolated.

lґll put a special
microphone into your ear ...

l think l could hear the tone.

The other day l heard a little girl crying.
Nobody else could.

Your hearing must be good, then.

Silly old git!

How is the Mona case proceeding?
Has the CMO calmed down?

You said somebody had spilt
coffee on the anaesthesia report.

Thatґs typical of the Danes.

Such damned sloppiness!

How true! But what a Silly Billy l had been!
lt dawned on me later

that there is always a copy
in the hospital archives.

A copy? Of what?

The anaesthesia report.
A carbon copy is always made.

One stays with the patient notes,
the other goes into the archives.

Thatґs how we do things in Denmark.

So as long as thereґs no coffee on the copy,
weґre OK.

l must requisition the copy for the CMO.

Oh, yes ... the lodge meeting tonight.

l took the liberty of saying
youґd help brighten the place up.

Since youґre so nimblefingered.
Being a brain surgeon and all that.

We must all do our bit.

You donґt mind, do you?

No, no, no.

There will be no class today.
l have something to do.

What do you want?

lt was my turn to present my report.
l canґt guarantee itґll stick.

Now lґve read all about
the digestive tract in vain!

When will l ever need to
recognise an amylase enzyme again?

When youґre a doctor, maybe?

Professor Bondo speaking.
Sorry to bother you again.

About that hepatoma patient ...

Can you send me a new blood sample?

Yes, the size we use for
transplant compatibility tests.

Thanks. A.S.A.P.

Right, lґve made the recording.
Now weґll filter it.

lf youґd wait outside ...

Can l watch?

l suppose so.

What happens when you press the buttons?

The machine plays back and
amplifies again and again.

We get closer and closer to the
very faint tone until itґs audible.

There it is.
Youґre right, youґve excellent hearing.

Can you amplify the noise in
the room without that tone?

Something might be hidden in the silence.

Thereґs nothing in our box,
itґs been tested again and again.

l thought l heard something.
lmpossible. ltґs soundproof.

But l thought l heard something. Really.

Could you amplify the sound
from the box with nobody in it?

All right, letґs amplify silence!

Rigmor ... ltґs that damned report.

Moesgaard says there is
a copy in the archives.

Thatґs right,
the copy always goes into the archives.

Did you only pour coffee over the original,
and not the copy?

The copy had been removed.
lt never occurred to me ...

We must requisition the
copy before Moesgaard does.

That would look pretty silly.

ltґs your fault. You are so damned lazy.

You canґt just go into the archives.

You have to sign a receipt.

You donґt understand.
And youґve got to understand.

lf the CMO gets that report
l might as well pack my bags.

Rigmor, is that what youґre hoping for?

Of course not, and anyway,
is the report so damaging?

No ... l think ...
l really think lґll have to get it myself.

Me, a tired old man.

lf you are thinking of burgling the archives

youґre bonkers. ltґs impossible.

And it would hardly be a good
place for you to get caught.

With your fingers in the Mona notes.

Not a sound apart from tape hiss.

Whatґs that?

Why must l be killed?

No soundproofing is sufficient
if one just goes on reamplifying.

lt could be from a radio downstairs.

Why must l be killed?

Why must l be killed?

Voices can be thrown back
and forth from wall to wall.

Or from soul to soul.

Come along, we can have a chat.

lґm meant to be meeting someone.
Come on ...

Hi, Hook. Hi. What have you got?

Some of those good eye drops.
lґll take them. Any news?

No. Apart from driverless ambulances

and little girls bleeding
in the lift shafts.

What do you mean?
ltґs Bulder and his nutty mum.

Ghosts everywhere;
you can tell because theyґre transparent.

Tell Mrs. Drusse if you see any,
sheґll be over the moon.

Actually, lґd heard about the little girl.

My arse!

Come in, Mogge. Ghosts at the Kingdom ...

Sounds interesting, eh? My arse!

Sit down.

l deal with everything people donґt need.

l get rid of it.

Or l redirect it to where people do need it.

Take those eye drops.
Who needs two half bottles?

l donґt know.

They used to get binned.
But l invented a system.

Theyґre very special.
Used as an anaesthetic.

This lamp is always on, always hot,
so the cocaine precipitates out.

Good quality stuff.

Youґd be amazed how many doctors
upstairs will pay for a sachet.

Recycling, Mogge. And imagination.

Take this, for example.

How many people could use one of these?

Nobody, l donґt think.

No, like the eye drops.

On the face of it a
severed head is worthless.

But suddenly it becomes
of value to somebody.

To whom?

Professor Bondo, maybe?
To give a student the chop?

Or a student who doesnґt want the chop?

What do you want me to do for you?

All kinds of things,
for an extended term of employment.

l put this on as a security measure.

To stop anybody running off
with the surgical spirit.

But there is something
you can do right away.

l need help with Helmer.

Shortly after coming here he
operated on a girl called Mona.

A complaint has been lodged.

Helmer claims that a minor
haemorrhage occurred.

But a minor haemorrhage doesnґt
cause total brain damage.

You were present at the operation.
What really happened?

l donґt know.
lґve no experience of operations.

All l remember is Rigmor
spilling coffee over her papers.

Over the anaesthesia report?
How clumsy of her.

But itґs interesting. Know what you can do?

Get me the copy of the
report from the archives.

Talk to Jensen in Technical Services,
he owes me one.

We must get hold of Maryґs notes.
Theyґd tell us a thing or two.

Mum, she died in 1919.
Yes, but they keep the notes.

There must be an archive. lt has an alarm.

Donґt tell me you canґt find a way.

You managed to find the cookie jar.

l didnґt take those cookies.
Just get us into the archives.

Talk to Madsen, he must know how.

lґd like to talk to Jensen.

Heґs in the bossґs office.

Are you Jensen? Maybe. Why?

Hook sent me. Hook? Why?

He said you owed him one.
Maybe l do. What does he want?

The code to the archives. Sorry, no can do.

Only Mrs Kеgеrd has it and
sheґs integrity incarnate.

But every evening at 9 we test
the emergency power supply.

You once told me there was a way
of getting into the archives.

Yes, but l donґt know the code.

Only Mrs. Kеgеrd has it and
sheґs integrity incarnate.

But when we test the
emergency power supply at 9,

the alarm is turned on and off.
ltґs an ancient system.

When the emergency supply kicks in,

the backup takes a while to come on line.
You have half a minute

in which you can switch off
the alarm without the code,

and open the door with a master key.

You didnґt hear that from me. No, no.

How far gone did you say? Eleven weeks.

This baby is at least 25 weeks old.

You scanned me for some
students a while ago,

and l wasnґt pregnant then.

No, and it wasnґt that long ago.

Anyway, he looks fine.

ls it a boy?

ltґs a little boy!

Piled in the archives the files of yore

Everything just right

Though fore was rear and rear was fore

ln piles of massive height.

What do you mean?

A funny old thing, memory.

They cut into peopleґs memories

and now they want to get into the archives.

Who?

The consultant and the
old lady and the student.

The archives seem so peaceful, yet ...

Yet?

All the pain is gathered there.

Every letter is printed in blood.

What are you doing here?

l was sent to fetch
something from the archives.

But nobodyґs here, so lґm waiting.

What are you doing?

ltґs a secret ...

... but l work for Technical Services.

Things have been disappearing
from the archives recently.

There is a breach in the alarm
system at about 21 .00 hours.

So lґm keeping an eye on
the archives at that time.

The archives are closed now, anyway.

l must have been sent by mistake.

Cheerio. Cheerio.

ltґs a big place.

Where are her notes?

l didnґt get them.

You are quite impossible.

l almost got caught.

l was trying to look natural and relaxed.

The only time you ever looked
natural and relaxed was in 1972

when you tried to prove

that Easter beer was less
proof than diet lager.

Apart from that one occasion
you emanate chronic guilt.

Maybe you have something to do with it.

Yes, if you want something
done you must do it yourself.

See you outside the archives in an hour.

First lґve got a seance

for a group of staff.

Which staff?

Sceptical but curious representatives
from the natural sciences.

You cheated!

Run along.

Hello, my friend. Come to hear about Haiti?

To hell with Haiti.
l just want a cup of coffee.

lґm afraid itґs cold.
Did l say it had to be hot?

No way. Consultants get hot coffee.

Why didnґt you just take it?
l didnґt like to.

Youґve got a lot to learn.

A good thing you noticed someone
had forgotten to lock up.

The sensor will register
any movement in here.

Weґll go out,
close the door and switch the alarm on.

You locked him in.

You donґt say. Coming?

No, lґve got to get some sleep.

This is Judith from neurosurgery.
Whereґs my archive stuff got to?

l know theyґre closed,
but l need that stuff tonight!

... Thanks.

Where did you get the code from?
Mrs. Kеgеrd, of course.

l thought she was integrity incarnate?

She is, but she is also a spiritualist.

Ah, Mrs. Drusse.

You are quivering with anticipation.

What is the consultant going to say?

But Mrs. Drusse, l have no explanation.

None!

As you should be the first to understand,

as someone who meddles
with the inexplicable.

Donґt you feel the tiniest
inkling of sympathy for me?

A neurosurgeon fumbling round
like a wretched halfwit?

Doesnґt it make me just a teeny,
teeny bit human?

Hey, ho ...

l wonder where they keep the oldest notes?

Stay still. l am. lґm knackered.

l donґt need the jabs to fall asleep.

Does the screen show
what people are thinking?

lf l think about you,
do my sex centres light up?

Pleasure centres, Mogge. Turn over.

OK, since lґve sold my body to science.

You should do likewise.

lґd put a pretty high price on it.

There you are, Duckling!

We have 42 serviettes that
need folding at the lodge.

To central labs URGENT!!!!

Come in.

Hello, sorry to disturb you.

My name is Sigrid Drusse,
and this is my son, Bulder.

lf l say the Messenger,

Easter edition,

what do you say?

Nothing.

Archibald and l received the
blessing from the spirits in 1943.

l remember you.
You were the woman of very little brain

who almost drove my father insane.
What can l do for you?

ltґs a scientific spiritualist problem.

lґve got in touch with a girl
called Mary Jensen, who died in 1919.

Could you look at her notes
and tell us how she died?

She died of tuberculosis.
lt says so. Cause of death: TB.

Can we be sure itґs true?
That itґs the real cause of death?

Dissipated necrotic particles
in the pulmonary tissue ...

lt doesnґt look like TB.
More like acid damage.

Whatґs that?

lt occurs as a result of
inhaling acid gasses or chlorine.

Did they use acid gasses to treat TB?

lґve no idea what devilry
they tried in the old days.

But lґm glad l wasnґt that patient.

Shall l help you, Miss?

Oh, no! Whatґs wrong?

ltґs stuck to the plate.
The whole wash may be done for.

People can be done for that way, too.

Weґll have to wash them up again.

ltґll be a long night.

And morning, too.

Where can l find a drink?
Over at anaesthesia.

Can someone relieve me? Hurry, Helmer.

Those serviettes canґt be that difficult.

You have to man the bar!

Helmer got the idea of
transplanting Zakariasenґs liver.

l didnґt know Swedes had a sense of humour.

Zakariasen was a poor old chap.
Heґs not dead, is he?

Not far from it.

Heґs been brain stem
dead for over 24 hours.

Heґs going off fast. Sorry, old chap.

Donґt worry, another hepatoma is
bound to turn up in a decade or so.

This is Bondo, pathology.
That compatibility test ...

Ahah.

Thanks.

May l address the lodge?

What, in the middle of the anaesthetic?

l request an acute audition.
An acute audition.

My brethren! Permit me to interrupt
the bacchanal absolutely acutely.

Brother Bondo wishes to address us.

Dear brethren ...

Dear lodge ...

l request immediate assistance
to perform a liver transplant.

May l inquire ... who the donor is?

Svend Zakariasen, from your own department.

With a hepatoma.

And the recipient?

Me.

l have just learned that the
donor and l are fully compatible.

What is he saying?

That heґll transplant
the hepatoma to himself.

The man is mad!

Stig!

Calm down! Release me.

l am going to hit him.

Brother Bondo still has the floor.
lґm going to hit him.

The only legal, ethically defensible
way of obtaining the hepatoma

is a transplant into my own body.
lf the tissue functions in my body

for just a few minutes it will become

my property.

We can then put my own liver back

and conclude the operation.

Have you considered even for an instant

the consequences for the medical profession?

Our credibility is at stake.

Things have come to a pretty pass
if we have to expose ourselves

to personal risk!

Doctors are at the right end of the scalpel

and there they must stay!

Extraction

is no problem.
Professor Ulrich can perform it

on his ward.

But the implant is another matter.

Where will that be done?
ln the porterґs toilet, for example?

Everything has been prepared.
Hook has helped gain access

to the civil defence hospital
located beneath the Kingdom.

lt is on full standby.

He sought help from outside the lodge?

Dr. Hook has often performed
services for this lodge.

Dear brethren ...

What is your answer?

l propose we ask for
guidance from the brother

on the Ethical Council. What does he say?

Cheers.

And the Medical Council?

We are operating on nothing until l
have ascertained full compatibility

between myself and a gin and tonic.

Dear brethren,
this bacchanal may not be quite as planned

but it seems most interesting. Off we go

to the civil defence hospital!

The ambulance will be
with you in two minutes.

Two minutes.

This operation contravenes
our Hippocratic oath.

There are no medical grounds for a
healthy patient to run such a risk.

The lodge oath overrides anything else.

ln the lodge, lodge law applies.

The civil defence hospital isnґt the lodge.

lґve brought the regalia for
the necessary inaugural rites.

Since this was all your idea, Helmer,

l think you should assist
with the instruments.

Locus electus ...

No! Theyґve spotted us!

Hereґs the material you
requested from the archives.

Great. Sign here, please.

Thank you. OK.

Pull alongside,
and weґll see if we can see her.

Theyґre bringing the organ.

Wait ... let me see it ...

We must administer the anaesthetic now.

lf this goes wrong,
devote my body to medicine.

l want to be put into
the specimen collection.

But no transplants!

Now in her grave she lies ...

Sutures.

Sutures, Helmer.

Moesgaard ... will you take over?

After a winter without surcease

The little girlґs gone home to God ...

Now in her grave she lies at peace ...

God knows where that is, Bulder.

Where was she buried?

The organ is in place. Have we circulation?

We have circulation. Fine.

ln two minutes we will put
Bondoґs own liver back.

TetraPak ... yes.

Volvo ... yes.

Pripps Blue ... yes.

Bjrn Borg ... yes.

Hepstars ... yes.

l am here. l donґt know how l got here.

And l ask myself what the devil l have done?

Danish scum.

Blood pressure is falling. Raise his legs.

Calcium.

Adrenaline. Quick!

Weґll have to close him up.

With a malignant tumor inside him?

Yes. You canґt be serious.

Or he wonґt get off the table alive.

Oh, Bulder!

We must find her notes and
see where she was buried.

Are you hurt? No.

There must be a receipt from the chapel.

lt may say where she was buried.

ґґNot to be released from chapelґґ.

ґґlnternal useґґ. What does that mean?

Thanks. l may well need it.

Whatґs the matter? Have you seen a ghost?

lnternal use ... internal use ...

Mary!

Once again weґve been together
at the Kingdom. How did things go?

ln the shadow of the eccentric,
the charming and the zany terror lurks.

Maybe thatґs the background against
which manґs wickedness is clearest.

Mrs. Drusse now has her ghost,
Bondo his sarcoma.

Will their conquest bring them joy?
Who knows.

Right now the objects of their desire
look more like a terrible burden.

And Helmer? Well, let me put it this way ...

This napkin is created from 12 simple folds.

Compared to the countless twists
and turns of the human brain,

a very simple prototype.
But here is Helmerґs version.

None too impressive, eh?
The truth about our abilities

always emerges one day.
A horrid thought, is it not?

My name is Lars von Trier and l
wish you all a very good evening.

lf you join us again,
be prepared take the Good with the Evil.

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