All language subtitles for Riget (1994) - Episode 4_en

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.

The Living Dead

The boss is here.

You may be able to get
a parking bay if you talk to him.

Hey!

This morning will be
a very special morning.

Special?
People are different from usual.

Who?

The doctor who lives
in the basement

has grown afraid
of the girl he loves.

Why?
He thinks she's a ghost.

But she isn't.

No, she isn't.

And the man
who cuts up the dead

now has part of a
dead man in his belly.

It will be a strange morning.

And the Swede who's always angry
is not angry any more.

That is not good.

No, that is not good at all.

Goodness...you do look different.
It's the shock. I'm done for.

Laugh! Laugh, damn you!

Hook got hold
of the copy of the report.

The Chief Medical Officer is
bound to have received it by now.

I'm on my way to
Moesgaard to resign.

But Stig ...

I want you to know that
I can handle the other prats,

but as for
Moesgaard and his twaddle ...

He is deadly dangerous.

Hello, Helmer!
... See you later ...

Thank you for the time
we've spent together.

As long as I live
I will remember you.

And your department.
As the very, very ...

... best.
Thank you.

Thank you, Stig,
nice of you to say so.

And the CMO was pleased
to get the report?

No, it's vanished. I tried to
requisition it, but it's gone.

What? I thought
Hook might have ...

It has vanished without trace.

Can't we just say it was
also destroyed by coffee?

That's better than saying it
vanished from the archives.

We management Johnnies
are ticklish about archives.

Will you back me up?
Certainly, since it's you.

You're right, Stig,
she really doesn't stay in bed.

Mrs. Drusse, you are a patient here.

I'm on my way to a funeral.
Little Mrs. Drusse ...

You must excuse the professor.
His views on patients and bed rest

may appear rather old-fashioned.

If Mrs. Drusse feels well
enough to go to a funeral

surely it can do no harm?
... Morning conference, Einar.

I didn't know one had to take
one's own cross to the chapel.

Mrs. Drusse ... a letter for you.

Hello! Time for morning conference.
Coming?

Oh, yes.
That's right.

Dear Mrs. Drusse.

Mary was a naughty girl
yesterday.

She left her bed
and ran across the Common.

Daddy had to chase her
on the ambulance wagon.

They caught her on Lyngby Road.

She promised never
to be disobedient again.

Yours,
Ellen Kr�ger.

Go on, Bulder.

Mary Jensen,
we are interring your remains

on the site of
the old hospital chapel,

and hope your tormented
little soul will thus find peace.

Dust to dust ...

Ashes to ashes ...

In sure and certain hope of
the resurrection to eternal life.

Mummy, do you think it will help?

A suggestion has been left
in the suggestion box.

It involves our authority, Helmer.

The proposer, who is anonymous ...

... writes that he or she
regards it as inexpedient

that only consultants are
authorised to book CT scans.

He or she suggests this right be
given to all doctors on the ward.

May I suggest a compromise?
That we appoint one person

who, in the absence
of both consultants,

can authorise the more
expensive tests. Helmer?

I cannot see that
it would be of any benefit.

But on the other hand ...

... as they say,
O tempora, O mores.

Why not appoint Hook?

I'm sure he qualifies.

Splendid move, Helmer.

Before we part, a little
bird has whispered in my ear.

This is strictly confidential
and we must keep it to ourselves.

Can you all hear me?

I was at a party with
the Director General yesterday.

Word of Operation Morning Breeze
has reached Parliament.

The Minister has expressed the
wish to make a surprise visit

to see how Morning Breeze
has affected our work.

Let's all appear in
the most favourable light

when he comes tomorrow evening.
Thank you.

I demand an explanation.

You must stop
this charade.

Give the report to Moesgaard
and get it over with!

That's not up to you to say.

Everyone has the right to a single
mistake, if they learn by it.

What do you mean?
I haven't committed any errors.

If I read this report correctly,
Mona's blood pressure fell too low.

For twenty minutes!
You write that it stabilised at once.

Twenty minutes, Helmer.
No wonder she's soft in the head.

Lots of people
are soft in the head.

I have nothing to hide.

So why are you so desperate
to keep this from the CMO?

He might make
the wrong interpretation.

Just like you.

You crazy Swede!

I demand an explanation.

Why are you avoiding me?

If it's the baby, tell me.

It's not the baby, it's ...

It's what?

I know it sounds crazy.

But I have reason to believe ...

... that you are a ghost.

A ghost?
There's a lot of it about.

Maybe you can be helped.

You were transparent.

Stig, will you do me a favour?

I have promised
to show the Minister around.

But I don't think I can handle it.
Morning Breeze means so much to me.

As a child, when I'd done
a painting I was proud of

and wanted mummy to see,
I used to run away.

I would hide behind a door
while she looked at it.

I feel the same way about
the visit tomorrow evening.

I am proud of
Operation Morning Breeze,

so proud that I ask you to show
the Minister round. Will you do it?

Yes, of course, Einar.

Oh, jolly good show!
My plan is as follows.

The Minister arrives.
I'm not in my office.

You come in and say I've been
called away to operate in Odense.

No, say Hamburg or something.
You offer to show him round.

I'll leave my intercom on so
you can hear when he arrives.

Then I'll hang about
in the background

and enjoy it when the Minister
is impressed by it all ...

An excellent plan, Einar.

Thank you.

Coming to see Bondo?

Later, perhaps, Einar.

I am in despair.
Look, I've been crying!

Rigmor, I am suffering.

And I know it's my own fault.

Deep down inside you are
a good, kind, man. I know you are.

Yes, I am.

Have you packed?
Yes, there are my cases.

Now you must tell me
where we are going.

No, Sweetie, it'll be a surprise.

I can't see that Haiti book.

Not interested any longer?

Of course I am.
But I didn't think you were.

Give chapter 3 a miss,
it's too dull.

It shows that zombies become
zombies because of a poison,

not a curse.
It spoils the mystery.

Zombies?
The living dead.

If you have an enemy you can
commission a necromancer

to turn him into a zombie.

He'll spend the rest of
his life in a coma.

In the old days they thought
zombies had been cursed.

But now they know it's because
they've been poisoned.

Which chapter, did you say?
Three. I've got an operation.

When will
the surprise be revealed?

When you get back.

Toodleoo!
Cheerio.

Why are
you so happy?

Helmer has arranged
a surprise for me.

A surprise?
Two tickets to Haiti. Today.

I heard him phone the travel agents.

Where is Miss Kr�ger?
Dead.

She died
in the night.

She thought
you would come.

She wanted you
to have this dolly.

"I won't need this dolly
any more", she said.

I am very
interested in Haiti.

Secret.

I am very, very
interested in zombies.

Secret.

I am very, very interested
in the poison

that can turn
people into zombies.

Very secret.

I am very interested in hiring
a man to take me to Haiti

and show me round.
What would a man like that cost?

10,000.
Plus board.

Well, Bondo, there you lie
with Zakariasen's tumor and all.

We've preserved your own liver.
You want this?

I am giving.

A good feeling ...
You think so?

How is he? Any sign
of tissue rejection?

No rejection.
I've never seen such compatibility.

Dr. Oswald wants to smuggle him
into X-ray at the end of the day.

We're scouring
Scandinavia for a new liver.

It'll be a matter of days, Bondo.

When I agreed to take this class
while Professor Bondo's on holiday

I expected you'd know the most
fundamental aspects of pathology.

Look.
What do you see?

A corpse.
So far so good.

And how is this corpse?

Fine.
Fine?

It's got metastases up to
the eyeballs. How come it's fine?

Because it's giving.
Giving?

The law of the dead is to give.
They have joined the fellowship.

Go home and study
until your brains boil.

I've never seen you as knackered
since you started sleep lab.

They pump me full of muck.
Stop going, then.

No, once you start something,
specially research ...

If it's the dreams, you'll have
to do something about them ...

How?

I can always decide
what I want to dream.

I just think about
something I enjoy.

Maybe it's because you have
such interesting dreams

that you are such a bore.

Are you going to tell me?
Tell you what?

My surprise!
Surprise? What surprise?

Ahah ...

Yes, I did promise.

We'll take this chair.

Sit down.

Stare straight ahead.

No, close your eyes.

Cover them with your hands.

You mustn't look.

You're looking.
I'm not.

Don't look ...

Hello, are you doing your rounds?
No. But we have a question.

I hope I can answer it.

I'm afraid that Judith,

whom I love,

is a ghost.

She was transparent.

But she isn't now.

Stand at the window.

Of course she isn't now,
but she was.

And the little girl said "family".

The little girl?
What do you know about her?

A patient said that
during his operation

a little girl appeared
and took him by the hand.

She pointed at Judith
and said "family".

Most interesting.
How long have you been pregnant?

Eleven weeks. But the
scanner operator said longer.

You look closer to term.
Week 38 or 39.

A pretty kettle of fish.

Do you think
you are the father?

No, he's gone away.
Unfortunately it's not me.

Don't say that; I think something's
seriously wrong with that baby.

The little girl could have been
pointing at Judith's tummy.

The baby could be "family".
The baby could be a spirit.

It would explain the irregularities.

I'd like to meet the father ...

There are precedents.
I'll have to delve into my books.

Precedents?

Of spirits who choose
to materialise as fetuses.

Quite a few important ghosts
have had themselves born ...

You're both insane.

Let her be alone for a bit. Accepting
the astral plane can take a while.

I'd like to meet
the father, though.

May I peep?

Can I have my surprise now?

If it's a surprise that Helmer
toddled off in a taxi just now.

What do you mean?

He's run off without you.
He'd never do that.

He was carrying suitcases,
and he wasn't alone.

He wasn't alone?

Stig Helmer!

You rat!
It did look rather neurotic.

Was he sexually underequipped?

I saw the old lady.

She has just been by.
She is restless tonight.

Is she afraid?

She is not afraid, she is restless.

She has got everything ready for a
big wash, but can't find the brush.

And the soap,
can't she find that either?

Tonight she will
find what she needs.

What are you talking about?
Your X-rays are here.

The sarcoma has grown.

It certainly has.
Incredible.

But it's still relatively small.
Small? Are you mad?

It was big enough for Zakariasen.

He died.

I know my European
sarcomas by heart.

The Brussels sarcoma
is by far the biggest.

I saw it in their
pathology collection.

They certainly take good care of it.

An American professor tried
to walk off with it under his coat.

Is there any news of a donor?
I haven't heard from Ulrich yet.

Just think of something you like.

My goodness!
A king-sized wet dream.

Oh, Mrs. Drusse!
You silly old woman.

It must all fit together.

It must do.
All of it.

... Mary! Who has failed you?

She is at my daddy's hospital.

Acid gasses were never
a treatment for TB ...

I ask the other spirit
in this room to leave us.

Why can't I speak to Mary?
Why must I be killed?

Why must I be killed?

Back to hospital!

You've run away for the last time.

I know you want to kill me
with the gasses.

Why must I be killed?
I haven't been naughty.

Drive on! Where's the dog?
I got it with the whip.

Let me go!

You devil!

Your crime will never be
forgotten, Aage Kr�ger.

Yes.
Of course.

Let go of my dolly!

Aage Kr�ger
took my dolly away.

Yesterday.
To give to his little girl.

But mummy wrote my name on it.
Let go!

I feel so poorly ... Mummy ...

Mary, my little girl ...

I miss you so awfully, Mummy.
Where you are, I cannot come.

That space I cannot enter.

He has given me
the final dose.

I know he has killed me.
My poor, poor little girl.

If only I could help you.
I am not afraid of dying.

I dreamed last night that
we would meet in heaven.

Why haven't we met
in heaven, Mummy?

Lonely you must wander,
night after night,

because nobody will
testify to Aage Kr�ger's crime.

Do you know
about Aage Kr�ger, Mummy?

Of course.

He is your father, Mary.

I know it hurts to hear it,
but haven't you known all the time?

We lay together in the village.
He was a fine gentleman.

I but a poor woman.
I found I was with child.

I went to see him
after you'd been born.

He wanted to give me money,
but I wouldn't take it.

He had a wife and children.
I promised him

that I'd keep his name
from you for seven years.

On your seventh birthday
I would tell you.

I believed him when he told
me you had tuberculosis.

He could tell from
your hump, he said.

He said he wanted to
take you to Copenhagen,

to the Kingdom

to cure you, Mary.

But he was lying.

I miss you, Mummy.
I miss you.

I miss you, too, Mary.

I miss you so much, Mary.

I miss you ...

Mary ...
Help me, Mummy!

Good morning.
Good morning.

How quiet it is.

For those who do not wish
to hear, it is quiet.

Oh, excuse me,
I thought Stig was here.

Would you tell him that our
explanation for the missing report

did not go down too well
with the CMO.

There will be a
disciplinary tribunal now.

Break it to him gently, Rigmor.
You know what he's like.

Of course, I could talk
to him myself tonight.

Sorry to butt in.

You don't want
anything else to eat ... ?

Some more food?
Yes, please.

The sleep process?
Super. I had a dream.

Pleasant or unpleasant.

Pleasant.

What the subject remembers.

It wasn't nice to start with.
But that changed.

A woman fondled me.

It was lovely.

She knelt astride me ...
Let's stick to the questionnaire.

Doesn't it ask about the dream?

She straddled me,
very lightly dressed.

She was sexually excited.
Very excited.

She was in black lingerie.
Firmly, she seized my ...

Hasn't your film started?

Mogge ...

That silly business with the head ...
Have you sorted it out?

Of course.

Good. I'm so pleased.

You don't want anything
like that dangling over you.

How is it going?
Fine, thanks.

I've discovered
a few things about Mary.

I meant your treatment.

Oh, that?
It's ground to a halt.

They should take more
care of their patients.

Mind you, it means
more time for Mary.

I have found out that she keeps
repeating her last dreadful day.

She was admitted by Dr. Aage
Kr�ger, who was her father

and wanted to kill her
to conceal the fact

that he had a child out of wedlock.
It sounds dramatic, but that's life.

She was locked away in a room
in the former buildings

where lift 7 is located today.

While she was undergoing those
painful chlorine inhalations

that Dr. Kr�ger claimed
would cure the tuberculosis

she didn't even have

she ran away across the Common.
Aage Kr�ger caught up with her

in an ambulance wagon,
dragged her back to hospital

and gave her the final,
fatal dose of chlorine.

Do you see now?

No, of course not,
you don't understand anything.

But we must act now.
Mary must join her mother.

This evening.

Dear boy, always good
for an edifying comment ...

Mary must be exorcised.
There must be three of us.

Maybe we should ask
a doctor to join us.

Things may get violent.

I'm busy.
Run along, then.

Let me deal with
everything as usual.

But don't forget!
We exorcise tonight!

Where's the man from Haiti?
Who looks after the rats?

He hasn't shown up.
Can I help?

No, I'll deal with it.

I may be the only person
who can save her.

Ghosts really want to be laid,
but something is stopping them.

I sensed last time we talked
that you had a flair

for this kind of thing.

She is a sweet little girl and you
would be doing her a great favour.

I have a photo of her.

Who's the man?
Her father. He killed her.

What was his name?
Dr. Kr�ger.

What else?
Aage.

Aage?
Yes, Aage.

If you want to help us,
meet us at lift lobby 5

in the basement,
just before 2 a.m.

They're flying down
a liver from Finland.

It's a bit frayed round the edges,
but keep your pecker up, Bondo!

He's asleep.

I'd prefer not to operate here.

I think Moesgaard should do his bit.

He's got an excellent
operating theatre.

We'll book Bondo in there
under a pseudonym.

Moesgaard won't be pleased.
Well, we won't tell him, then.

One name's as good as another.

We'll book him in as A. Seltzer.

Seeing as it's
a liver operation.

Hello.

I know why you've come.
But my baby is just fine.

But it's grown to 4 kg in 12 weeks!

There is nothing
wrong with my baby.

You've worked on
amniotic fluid samples.

All it takes is a tiny
twist to a chromosome

and people choose to terminate.
You don't object to that.

And it's still not too late.

You're taking an enormous chance.

I probably mixed up the dates.

No, you didn't.
3 months ago you weren't pregnant.

You were scanned for the students
and there's a print of your scan.

There's something very wrong.
Even if you don't believe in ghosts.

I know a gynaecologist who'll do it.
She's seen the print.

She'll take responsibility,
despite the size of the fetus.

We can do it on our own ward,
to maintain discretion.

I've a photo of the little girl
who's been haunting the hospital.

Her father's standing beside her.
He killed her with chlorine in 1919.

Thanks for lending me
your pictures of Aage.

Please leave me.

Is he kicking?

I know you love him.

But he mustn't be allowed to live.
It's best for him to die now.

If he doesn't,
he will never find peace.

I wish him only well,
for he is my baby brother.

Goodbye.

Yes?

Hello ...
I'd like to see the chaplain.

Well, that's me. As long as it's
nothing to do with any illness ...

Pardon?
Just my little joke. A seat?

Since we are colleagues,

I'd like to ask
you a technical question.

Colleagues?
It involves souls.

I'd like to ask you
how one exorcises a ghost.

Ask back on the psychiatric ward,
where you've obviously come from.

In the olden days it was the priest's
job to provide such information.

And you expect me to drag
some dusty tome from a shelf

because folklore happens
to be a hobby of mine?

Something like that.

Page 185 et seq.
Thank you.

You need several exorcising sticks.

I'm afraid
I don't happen to stock them.

Oh! So I hit it after all.

I didn't know we had rats.
We didn't, till I let them out.

They're laboratory rats.
They might be carrying something.

Don't worry,
they won't get far.

Actually, I'm after
quite a different rat.

In a few minutes we will be
landing at Port au Prince ...

Wake up! I'm afraid the kitchen is
closed ... we've got work to do.

Stop hitting me, man!

Yesterday morning
was a strange morning.

This evening will
be a spooky evening.

Will there be sorrow?
There will be sorrow.

But also joy.
There will also be joy.

Who will laugh, and who will cry?

The wicked will laugh,
the good will cry ...

Excuse me, but I have
a matter to wind up.

Oh, hell.
Can't we talk about it?

No we bloody well can't. I've got
an exorcism and an operation ...

Another time, Mogge.

I must be nuts.

They're here!

The DG and the Minister
are on their way!

Moesgaard?
Where the hell is he?

He doesn't seem to be here.

Now, Helmer, now!
He's been called away.

To Odense. Or Hamburg.
Are you there, Moesgaard?

Are you under that desk?

We are waiting,
Moesgaard.

Hello, Minister,
hello, DG.

What were you doing?
The drawer got stuck.

There are no drawers
in our new desks.

No wonder I couldn't open it.
Now, gentlemen ...

Operation Morning Breeze!

I was saying such nice
things about you, Moesgaard ...

... but this visit has
got off to a rotten start.

Don't come down hard on him.

After all, we expect
to see something unusual.

The Minister of Health wants
to catch your staff unawares.

We'd like to see anywhere
remotely connected to neurosurgery.

The Minister wants
to start in the basement.

The basement isn't
connected to neurosurgery ...

You won't meet any of
my people down there.

Just start in the basement
if that's what the Minister wants.

To him, the basement
represents something mysterious,

with its 30 km of passageways.

Be cooperative.
I'm getting tired of you,

Moesgaard.

Where the hell is Helmer?

I thought he was here.
This is the very blazes!

By the bloodstain is where
I asked Bulder to make the hole.

This is where she died, and where
she must be sent into the light.

But we must show no fear.
We'll herd her into the hole

with our sticks,
and then brick up the hole.

Where are the sticks
I told you to bring?

I don't know if these will do ...

What do you call these?

Well, I did quite a bit of sports.

If that's what mattered,
we'd be chasing Mary

with a bottle opener.

Still, these are all we've got.
One each.

And don't forget the words.

Hook, over there.

Bulder, in there.
Behind the pillar.

Hook, step out!

We have come
to lay you to rest, Mary.

I am frightened.
Why are you doing this?

Don't talk to her.
Say the words. Bulder?

I, Bulder Hardy Drusse,
testify before God

that Aage Kr�ger
killed Mary Jensen.

I, J�rgen Hook,
testify before God

that Aage Kr�ger
killed Mary Jensen.

I, Sigrid Drusse,
testify before God

that Aage Kr�ger
killed Mary Jensen.

I, Bulder Hardy Drusse,
testify before God

that Aage Kr�ger
killed Mary Jensen.

I, J�rgen Hook
testify before God ...

Go in peace!

She's inside.
Brick up the hole!

I'd quite forgotten the dog.

What's going on?

Yuck! How revolting!

Oh, I just got covered in slime.
Ectoplasm, I suppose.

They're just testing
the emergency power supply.

Let's head for the lift.

It's that way.

Hello, Moesgaard.

A bricklayer you know,
Moesgaard?

No, my junior registrar.

Operation Morning Breeze and
intramural activities, am I right?

Something like that.

This patient is wet.
Where do you belong?

Neurosurgery.

Quite a few of your people seem
to have come to the basement.

How long has she been here
and what is wrong with her?

Mrs. Drusse has been here
three weeks or so ...

What's wrong with her, Hook?

We're not sure yet.
Paralysis of the right arm.

We're not getting anywhere.

Let's proceed.

Discharge that patient first thing in
the morning, there's a good chap.

Get on with it!

How?

How? Like we do in Sweden.
Bribe someone!

If anyone betrays voodoo secrets
they get killed.

Bribing these guys
is dangerous.

Try that one.
He looks a bit more dubious.

Right, Bondo .. Mr. Seltzer, I mean.
Wake up a second.

You'll be getting
a new liver in a moment.

You've found a liver?
A fine, fine liver. Look!

I was dreaming ...

... that I was at a major
medical conference ...

... and revealed the
world's largest hepatoma ...

... in a jar.
I got a standing ovation ...

Can't I wait another week?

Another liver is bound to turn up,
and my hepatoma will have grown.

Put him under!

This is Operating Theatre 1.
What is going on here?

That's a good question.

We're preparing
Mr. Seltzer for a new liver.

When did you start doing
transplants at neurosurgery?

Can one address the patient?
Or is he under anaesthetic?

He's had his premed,
but he may be able to talk.

Excuse me, Mr. Seltzer ...

Cooee ...

How are you?
Very well, thank you.

So you also feel that
communication between patient

and the monstrosity we call
medical science has improved here?

I expect you want your
operation out of the way?

They mustn't operate.

What do you mean?
You don't want the operation?

No.
As I just told them.

I insist
that the patient consent first.

Of course, there must have been
a mix-up. Wheel Bondo out.

Why did he say Bondo
when his name is Seltzer?

It is huge.
You realise?

I am so frightened.

You are doing the right thing.

This is our examination room.

Nothing to look at here.

Neurosurgery is
certainly wide-ranging ...

I'm going to inject the fetus.
When it is dead

we'll induce labour.
The fetus is so big, you see.

A hefty dose.
We can't take any chances.

Don't worry,
this is twice the normal dose.

A little prick ...

Sleep well!

This is the sleep laboratory.

Our research results are
among the finest in Europe.

We must be as quiet as mice
so as not to disturb the sleepers.

I think I'll be off,
we've seen enough.

I'll find my own way out.
I'll be in touch.

What kind of research was that?
I don't know.

What do you know?

Morning Breeze, ha!
A draught, more like!

Let's hope it
doesn't blow you away.

Moesgaard ...

It took a while,
but I got it.

Moesgaard.

Come and get it,
Danish scum!

Can you feel it moving?
It's quite still.

It's dead. I've given it three shots,
enough for an elephant.

Now to induce ...

We did it by the book.

We've done a great favour
for Mary and the Kingdom.

How long did it take to brick
the hole up after she'd gone in?

Er ... not very long.

But the lights went out.
A couple of minutes?

I expect it's perfectly all right ...

What's happening?
I'll give her another one.

Hurry!

Hurry, she'd giving birth!

I can kill it in the uterus,
but outside ... it's murder!

Maybe the hole was open too long.

Yes, the gateway to the
Kingdom is certainly opening.

Mary has gone home,
Judith has had her baby,

plans have been carried out
and conclusions reached.

Yet it seems more like
a new beginning than an end.

Maybe this troubles you.

Maybe what we've shown you
troubles you.

Don't be afraid.
Keep your eyes and ears open

and all we can do is try
to scare you with stage blood.

It's only when you avert your face
that we've got you.

Behind closed eyes
is where the real horror begins.

One simple,
practical problem remains.

How are we going to proceed
with these people, these intrigues?

How is the history of the Kingdom
to be continued? Everything points

to the same simple solution:
we'll use our heads.

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

If you want to see us at the
Kingdom again, stay prepared

to take the Good with the Evil!