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I can't die now. The ambulance is driving.

I intend to conduct a complete review of the hospital.

- I'm going to clean this place up. - Well, hello.

If the hospital director actually visits the wards -

we'll have to turn to cosmetics.

Bondo turned down a new liver so his tumor can grow.

Rigmor, aren't you even a little hurt or angry?

We'll see each other quite a bit -

since you're taking over Moesgaard's office duties.

- Something's wrong with this child. - He's my little brother.

- Sweetheart... - Mom.

The infection has many names: natural healing, the alternative, exorcism...

Everything that isn't science.

A man named Ole has moved into the basement.

Get rid of him, Moesgaard. Have no mercy.

The Minister of Health fell and hit his head when he visited the hospital.

Rumor has it he's on his way to this department.

There is something evil in the Kingdom.

The evil... eyes...

The malingerer... She's almost convincing.

You can get sick even though you're a doctor.

Pay attention to your stools.

If they float, there's no need for concern.

There's no evidence linking me to that head.

- What did you find out about Helmer? - Provoke him.

The majority died of the poison.

So that's murder. A somewhat criminal offense.

- Don't see him on your own. - It's my child.

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 6 Birds of Passage

Adrenalin!

I left my knitting here.

The blue sweater. It's going to look nice.

Right?

I figured I had left it in the room.

- In the room? - Yes, the room of Swedenborg.

So, this is what it looks like.

- Not exactly our style, right, Drusse? - Well, I don't know.

But, Emma...

Emma, which way should I go now?

Come.

It's too soon. Don't come here yet.

They need you in the Kingdom. Your big task awaits.

It's happening at Christmas.

You need to go back, Drusse.

You need to tell me more, Mary. Who are all the spirits?

Did they come out because the hole was open too long? And tell me...

Whose are the evil eyes?

The hole wasn't open too long. You didn't do anything wrong.

They're just birds of passage. They gather around the lighthouse, you know?

Your task is much bigger than it appears.

I can't say any more. Give my little brother my best.

Mary!

Thank you.

Ventricular fibrillation.

Heartbeat. Thank God.

There now... You were indisposed.

Do you understand? Can you hear me?

I'll listen again.

- Nothing there? - No, nothing.

Well done.

Krogshøj is...

- Dead. - Dead?

Yes!

Nice driving, Falcon. New record.

- Come and get your prize. - Damn, I won.

Put one thousand on the next time.

- Red or black? - Black.

That's an appalling game. Why do you endorse it?

Innocent people who follow rules and drive on the right side are put at risk.

Seriously, Mogge. It's not poker.

You're so predictable. Why are you so boring?

Ghost driving is the gladiator fight of today.

If anyone gets hurt, it's only Falcon. He doesn't hurt others.

There he is.

Show me a man better than him and I'll be his.

Nice driving.

I put it all on black. I don't know why -

but I have a feeling he won't make it next time.

Don't be so righteous. I found a way for Helmer not to crush me at the final.

How?

- Flattery. - Flattery?

- It is not good. - No, it is not.

They do not know what they do to each other.

I thought I knew all of them.

It is the evil eyes.

I do not want to care for them anymore.

But you have to care for them, otherwise they are lost.

That is the only hope they have.

You probably need to supplement with a bottle.

But I have plenty of milk. It just needs to come in.

What's wrong, Mom?

Someone I cared for very much has died.

So come brothers and sisters

for the struggle carries on.

The Internationale unites...

Why are you singing that stupid song?

You always said you were a communist when you were young.

Communist? I was a columnist... for the Messenger.

Remind me, while we're both here -

to take DNA tests.

Sometimes I think you might have been swapped after birth.

It's not a whole lot of genetic material that has been passed on to you, son.

I'm so happy you're with me again, Mom.

Why does it have to be so difficult?

Are you hurting? Do you want more medicine?

Stop this nonsense about medicine.

Philip Marco.

The great psychic surgeon from the Philippines...

- He doesn't even leave a scar. - Take it easy, Mom.

How should I take it easy?

When little Mary told me the Kingdom needs me?

It happens at Christmas. All of it.

The birds of passage are the spirits.

Maybe the birds from the picture on the wall were the spirits.

The snake was the doctors.

And the regal tiger... The regal tiger...

No, I don't know.

Why don't ghosts just speak in plain language?

Codes, flashing lights, flying tables -

and jabberwocky... Well.

Maybe that's a tradition.

REPLACEMENT CAR

QUIET WHEN GROUP

What?

We can't have this.

Not at all. It has to stop immediately.

During communion we need quiet. Complete quiet!

- Oh, I didn't know. - What do you want?

I would like a meeting so we can straighten this out.

Not as long as you don't comply with our rules. Your shoes.

You need to wait.

It's the drum. No, it's dreadful!

Didn't I say I need quiet? Complete quiet!

Dammit. Your zombie poison doesn't work at all.

Did you do it right? You're supposed to rub it onto the door frame at sundown.

You made a murderer of me. The man is dead.

You didn't give it to him to drink, did you?

Regardless, he isn't dead. It just looks like he is.

The doctors can't see it either, but he only appears dead.

Appears dead?

You poison your enemy -

and when he appears dead you give him the antidote.

Only thereafter, the person turns into a zombie.

But the antidote has to be given within 72 hours.

I don't have time to pick up the antidote in Haiti.

You don't have to. I wrote the price on the label.

There are some Swedish, too... mixed in.

Attending Helmer, excuse me. Would you like to know why I love you?

Idiot!

Because of you, I'm taking Swedish classes at night.

This is a text from 1943, but I don't know if my pronunciation is right.

"Turn your fishing boat around and sail back to the Danish harbor."

That sounds very nice.

But, Rigmor... Why do you always do this?

I'm so sad about Krogshøj. I really liked him, after all.

Krogshøj...

I'm sure we'll find another resident.

Do you have no feelings at all?

Yes, I do... For you.

My little dove.

Speaking of animals, I forgot to tell you -

that a badger eats mainly rats.

Without killing them. It just swallows them alive.

That's a bizarre pleasure, right?

To have a rat, alive and kicking in your stomach, knowing it's captured.

This isn't working.

I need a bookshelf for all these administrative documents.

Mrs. Svendsen, come here. We need another bookshelf.

The documents are a big mess.

And I'm afraid the Blue Demand Study has disappeared.

Rigmor, I'm moving my things to your place.

It's loneliness... And I'll move too. A little later.

After the Lodge and a peek in the mortuary.

I had a patient who died wearing an accusing smile.

I must go and check if it disappeared tonight.

"Has Dr. Helmer come yet? I love you."

Pardon me.

Let's begin.

Maybe for once we have an intelligent contribution.

"Would Dr. Helmer like to taste a berry cake?"

"It's with strawberries and cream."

"It's your name day today."

Attending Helmer, the bookshelf you ordered has arrived -

but it's four inches too long.

Mrs. Svendsen, easy now.

There are solutions to every problem. What is the problem?

The problem is that you can't close the door, because the shelf is too long.

No. The shelf is not too long. It's been sized to fit the paper load.

The door is too wide. Replace the door. Thank you. Goodbye.

Then there's the thing about the address.

There's not really enough room for the address.

This letter with a postage of 15 kroner -

requires 60 stamps, but then the address...

Come on, Mrs. Svendsen. There's a solution to almost any problem.

Out! Get lost!

- Yes, what? - I'm sorry to interrupt.

What is it now?

It's the police.

- They would like to talk to you. - To me?

It's regarding a short two-syllable word.

The first letter is an M.

Murder. It's about murder.

Hello. Jensen, crime squad.

We're here on behalf of the prosecution.

How can anyone have this absurd idea -

that I have anything to do with Krogshøj's death.

That's harassment. I demand restitution.

And besides, it hasn't been established that he's dead.

It's regarding Mona... something.

Mona?

Mona...

Oh, you mean the little girl?

I know for outsiders it could seem a little cynical.

Or tasteless, that we in the hospital make fun of a brain-injured girl.

But Mona radiates so much energy and life. She's fun.

I get happy every time I see her.

And we need to be thankful for the small rays of light -

that exist in this darkness.

You're probably wondering what this is. I can tell.

Chamomile extract. You didn't expect that.

In this stronghold of technology. But I always attempt -

to combine the best of the so-called modern treatment methods -

with the best of the so-called alternative treatment methods.

That way you never lose your way. Have a seat.

Where should we start? Please.

Mogge!

Mogge, if you don't do the entire sleep cycle, you're not getting your money.

Christian, just do something unexpected. For once in your life.

QUIET WHEN GROUP

I'm sorry. You gave me a shock.

The shock is important. Very, very important.

Maybe it will help straighten out some of your issues.

What are your issues? Something in your head?

Yes, you could say that.

- What's your name, lab-coat man? - Einar Moesgaard.

- I'm a professor. - In here you're not. Come.

Look.

The professor is sitting here.

And Einar is sitting there.

What would you like to say to the professor?

What's his field of study?

I'll say something very important now. And I'll only say it once.

This professor is your dad.

And you are Einar. You are a very, very little boy.

Have a seat here. And look at the little boy.

- On top of the professor? - Just have a seat.

Okay. What do you see?

- A little boy? - Good. Yes, yes.

Nice. That's good. We're rolling. Now, listen up.

What you see is the result of your parents.

- You see your parents' child. - My parents didn't have any children.

- You see yourself, dammit. - Oh, right. Like that.

Stand here. And then look at both chairs.

- Who are you angry with? - No one.

Sure you are. I bet you're angry with the professor.

- That depends... - Yes. It depends on what?

- What his field of study is. - Now I'm getting angry. Very angry.

I might charge you double to provoke you to collaborate.

First we need to figure out who you're angry with.

Then we need to hear you scream.

Yes, and a little signature, right?

The Minister doesn't need manual ventilation. I found the glitch.

I'm angry with you, Bob.

You're not being kind to me.

I'm always kind to you. Are you listening to me?

- Stupid, stupid Bob. - Yes, I am.

Should we skip the childishness and get to the point?

I'd like to see the Minister of Health. Where is he?

He's in surgery.

Oh, right. I'm the one performing the surgery. Excuse me, Bob.

Now, get it together and cure him. As good as new, Moesgaard!

I demand it! And management is addressed by title.

- That is just silly. - Yes, that is just silly.

Does it mean anything, all this silliness?

Everything means something.

Where is the evil?

In all the silliness is the evil.

Now the noise of the living -

will cease in this room.

Do you hear me, birds of passage?

Are you the ones whispering?

What do you want from me?

Sweet children, you must speak one at a time -

otherwise I can't understand what you are saying.

Sweet children... Sweet children...

You unhappy souls, gathering around the lighthouse.

And the lighthouse...

It is me. What do you want me to do?

Mom, are you unwell?

Are you very unwell?

I'm feeling sick.

And all the spirits that... are talking all at once.

An accident is going to happen!

- One on black. - Are you there, Falcon?

Are you there?

Falcon is ready.

- Hundred on black. - No more bets.

10, 9, 8 -

7, 6, 5, 4 -

3, 2, 1.

Go!

- Are you there, Falcon? Are you? - Where is he?

- It never takes this long... - There he is.

Administration Secretary Nivesen made himself vulnerable -

by being examined in this hospital. Brother Steenbæk.

Nivesen is suffering from lateral epicondylitis humeri sinistre.

Yes, we could have hoped for something more serious.

But Nivesen has no idea -

that lateral epicondylitis humeri sinistre is the same as tennis elbow.

Nivesen is desperate, and he's convinced it's serious.

I don't intend to rectify his delusion. But I offered him -

treatment with a nearly unobtainable trial product if he cooperates with us.

He will give the Lodge information about the director's planned inspections.

Nivesen has told me -

the director will stop by Neuro tomorrow for an unexpected visit.

I now give the floor to our master of ceremonies.

- Is that from the car accident? - Yes, it is.

Do you hold the key to the mortuary?

Yes. Maybe. Why?

I rushed a little when I wrote out a death certificate the other day.

The patient was very dead at the moment, but then I thought -

to check an extra time, just to be entirely sure.

As you can hear I am Swedish.

And we Swedes are a little behind you Danes in regards to medicine.

Right.

So this is where they lie, all the dead?

- Only here and over in Forensics. - Forensics?

If it was a crime or they're uncertain about the cause of death.

A young man just collapsing and that kind of thing.

And where is Forensics located?

If he's lying in Forensics, then he's dead.

They can't survive getting ripped open like that.

What is it?

No, he's dead. Sometimes you just get a little confused.

In Denmark you only have one death criterion.

In Sweden we have two: Dead and very dead.

And this patient is very dead. Yes. Congratulations.

Now the sun is dead, Mom

and the day is gone.

Roaming is the fox, Mom

lock up and be strong.

Come, have a seat next to my bed

and sing a little song.

- Mom? - Yes, my dear.

- Can I ask a riddle? - Of course, sweetheart.

What is the resemblance between me and the Kingdom?

It aches, grinds, creaks and crumbles on the inside.

Does it hurt, sweetie?

- No more tests now. - We're not here for tests.

The professor says it was wrong of me to label your child as abnormal.

It's actually not that interesting.

The statistics say a child like this is born on regular basis in this country.

Which regular basis?

One in 160 million.

160 million?

That's only Denmark's total population through history.

So it's absolutely justifiable to stop my research.

- Mom, I found him for you. - Oh, the room has been cleaned today.

They're not always that thorough, but I'll let you know.

This is Philip Marco. I picked him up downtown myself.

Philip Marco. Downtown... The world's greatest surgeon?

- He's listed in the yellow pages. - How did you find him?

The section for psychic surgery isn't lengthy.

I had pictured him very differently.

- Why does he live in Denmark? - He just does.

It's like jazz musicians. All of a sudden one of them lives in Denmark.

I took my chances with the yellow pages, and it paid off.

He looks rather incapacitated.

I thought of that, too.

You've had surgery?

They didn't get all of it.

- The problem was in the stomach. - No. In the head.

I didn't know you're supposed to eat it.

Dietary supplement. Since they removed vitamin C from beer.

Now the old lady is ready again.

She just had a bad day.

We can have a bad day, too. When everything is gooey and sticky.

When the gloves are gone.

Now she found the gloves.

Are they red?

And new?

Brand-new.

It's me you should pity.

Nobody seems to care but it's me you should pity.

Professor Moesgaard, you need to take over the administration again.

I demand it.

It's me you should pity.

Attending Helmer.

Here's the Blue Demand Study.

You had thrown it away by mistake, but I managed to grab it -

before it went into the paper shredder.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What's the matter with you?

I fell and fractured my leg in the kitchen.

Our course of life is imprinted in our DNA.

Nothing exists that cannot be explained.

Nothing that you cannot see through with your own eyes.

- Science. - Science!

The sarcoma!

You need a turn with the drum. That's good for everybody.

Let's go.

What should I do?

If I gave away all the answers, this would be useless, okay?

Bah! Bah!

- Can't you give me some advice? - Does it say counseling on the door?

It says "Quiet when group". What does that even mean?

Isn't it time to give yourself some good advice?

What would you advise yourself to do?

Get a hobby.

That's my advice to all my patients.

I'm not sure why. Some doctor thing that I can't shake off.

- Well, then get yourself a damn hobby. - Good idea.

A hobby. Yes. But what?

You must've been interested in some nonsense at some point.

Yes, when I was boy I was very interested in "Sun Friend".

Sun Friend?

It was a beautiful black-and-white publication.

As far as I know it's a branch within the nudist organization.

I remember quite a few brilliant photo series -

with women posing in pine forests.

I don't know why it had to be pine trees, but it always was.

Back then there were gorgeous women and apparently even more pine trees.

Alright, then.

Maybe you're fumbling your way to something essential.

So reach out for the broads that excite little Einar.

Reach out for their bosoms, their crotches. Reach out for them.

They had masses of pubic hair.

I've never seen anything like it.

May I come in?

I have a message for you.

- From Dad? - From your older sister.

Her name is Mary.

Mary...

Are you well enough to be walking around?

Yes, of course. That portion of pig's blood was good for me.

Marco is a great entertainer.

Maybe it's a little lurid, but it certainly is enlivening.

- Oh, no. They're following me again. - Who?

- The spirits. From Judith's room. - I can't see any.

Well, you were never very receptive.

It's not like I can see them, but I can feel them.

Stop shoving. Sometimes you're just too much.

Careful, there's water on the floor.

It's probably a wet spirit. Someone who drowned. Stop shoving me!

Now, listen to me, you spirits. Be gone.

Choking me will not help you. Be gone!

Thank you!

Yes...

Now that my gestalt therapist says I'm in recovery -

the news about Krogshøj's death seems incomprehensible.

- It's as if he was just here. - 54 hours.

It's very caring of you to keep track of the hours since he passed.

I just received the autopsy report this morning.

He kept the cirrhosis of his liver to himself.

His weight was under 110 pounds. You couldn't tell.

I'll show Rigmor the documents.

She knew him well.

I have picked up erotica. Isn't that wonderful?

I'll show you some pieces of my collection.

There's something I'd really like to ask you about.

So... If they float -

and then slowly...

sink, one after the other -

and gather on the bottom...

Then what does that mean?

I must admit I've never heard of what you're describing.

Never?

Why don't you stop by Ulrich in Gastro?

- And get a checkup. - Gastro Surgical? No.

You don't think Gastro Medicine will be as effective?

Your own motto, Helmer: The knife will take you farthest.

Have you ever considered eating fibre?

That produces floaters, I can assure you.

Once, one of the navy's proudest ships went down. Without any warning.

300 men suddenly in the brine with no life vests or anything.

Then a smart sailor remembered that the engineer, a kind of bully -

always ate plenty of fibre.

Vegetables and all that. I don't know why.

Together the jeopardized crew convinced him -

to make number two in the water.

300 men held on to that floater for 17 hours.

What do you know? Everyone was rescued.

That's a joke, Helmer. You must have those in Sweden, too.

What the hell is happening? Mrs. Svendsen, what is this?

You asked for a smaller door. But are you sure -

because a smaller door makes visits from patients in wheelchairs impossible.

I don't want any patients here. If I want to see them -

I'll find them in their rooms. Is that clear?

There's something else. The Blue...

The Blue Demand Study. Yes. I know. Thank you. Good bye.

Stay strong. The sarcoma is still there. And it's big.

Thank God.

He fooled me a split second.

It's all so emotional.

I'd like it removed now.

It's not even safe inside me.

Gentlemen. I subject myself to the knife.

So, are you coming, or what?

Hi, Falcon.

You crushed an innocent man in a car.

And how many more lives have you put at risk?

I'm not turning you in, but under one condition.

- What's that? - Let me join you tonight.

Why the hell do you want to come, if you're so against it?

That's for me to know.

If I'm not mistaken, you're scared.

I'm not scared.

Are you scared when you drive?

I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

Hello, Rigmor!

Rigmor, hello! You knew Krogshøj well...

- Rigmor. - Yes. Einar.

- I'm longing to show you something. - I can imagine.

Can we take it here, or should we go to my office?

- What do you think? - The office is better.

- You think so? - Yes.

Rats.

I played Death of the Fox.

I think Death of the Fox was a good choice.

There was something fox-like about Hook. He had many exits.

I didn't want them to cut Hook open -

so I swapped them in Forensics.

This way we could also pay him our last respects.

- I figured I'd find you here. - Mom, I'm on a break.

You've always been on a break. But now I need your help.

"Coffee tonight in the big auditorium at 1 a.m. See you there. Regards, Drusse."

What is this?

I need to speak to the spirits in a civilized manner in a good location.

- Where will you get all that coffee? - Spirits don't drink coffee.

It's just a phrase, okay?

But a lot of ordinary people will attend when they see this.

So cover it with your hand. Those who shall see it, will see it.

What's this now? What is this damn nonsense?

Mom invited the spirits for coffee.

What's this damn clowning around? Blowing in a horn?

What are you up to? Is it the fools' parade?

No, it's just the last goodbye to a coworker.

Hook.

- Krogshøj? - Yes.

We take him down the hallways -

to pay our last respects, and Hansen blows his horn.

We picked him up in Forensics. We swapped the labels on their toes.

He died 67 hours ago. Where is he now? Tell me!

He's in the chapel.

Hansen played Death of the Fox.

WALK QUIETLY SPEAK SOFTLY

One moment.

One moment. No. Wait!

Dammit!

I don't know what the hell is going on -

but if I put the blame here, I'm not completely off.

But, Helmer. I wasn't aware that you master chiropractic.

I thought you opposed that sort of thing.

You can say many things about the alternative -

but if you peel off the worst layer of conservatism -

it may very well be the only effective weapon. Is that better?

- No, it was better before. - You're onto something, Stig.

Real life is a splinter in the finger in the ER.

I've been invited to the Kingdom's own ER tonight.

And when you're tired, you need to vegetate.

We must allow ourselves that luxury. That's right, Stig.

I really needed that antidote.

He disappeared in a hearse a moment ago.

So everything is alright.

What are you talking about?

In Haiti you wait until the guy has been buried. Then you dig him up -

and give him the antidote. But within 72 hours.

You forgot to pay for the information.

It's okay. That information is free. Completely free.

I suggest that you speak with a random patient.

That would give the most truthful picture of the situation on the ward.

- Well, then... What about her? - Yes.

Hello. I'm the hospital director. Please excuse my intrusion -

but contact between myself and the patients is important.

What is your opinion of this ward?

It will not be written down anywhere -

so feel free to be openhearted.

Openhearted?

I wouldn't want this to become known -

since I'm married to an attending at the biggest provincial hospital.

I wouldn't want him to hear this -

but I have received utmost competent treatment.

In all areas. It's been A plus.

A bit old-fashioned, you could say -

in the sense that everything is very well-structured.

If you have a family relation to the biggest provincial hospital -

then why are you admitted here?

I wasn't entirely confident in their treatment methods.

More and more unorthodox methods are being introduced.

- Of alternative character. - No.

We should never jump to conclusions.

We must adhere to these unexpected visits -

until we have squeezed the truth out of this hospital.

This department is like a bellwether state -

whose result on election night always mirrors the country's result.

If Neuro is disciplined, all of the Kingdom is disciplined.

A brilliant observation, sir. A bellwether state, indeed.

Now it is at peace, this plate.

Now it will never have food on it again and get washed.

- This one, too. - Look at the others.

Those plates are never free.

Back and forth all the time.

Like the birds of passing.

They are looking for someone who has the strength to stop it all.

They know it will only hurt briefly.

- Are you Mrs. Jensen? - Yes.

Attorney Bisgård. We spoke on the phone.

Hello, Mona.

It looks like the complaint is finally moving along.

Helmer has been questioned.

He'll soon be subpoenaed and we'll face him in court.

I want him punished hard. He has destroyed Mona forever.

HELP ME

If I am to look back on my life -

without prejudice -

is there a single instance where I made a mistake?

Where I am to blame? Where I have deserved this?

No, there's not a single instance like that.

Then where is the blame to be found?

Here. Here.

In this goddamn country.

It's the irony of fate that I'm lying here -

watching a copy of my beloved Swedish rocky coastline.

How stunningly beautiful it is. And how resolutely it breaks the sea.

And yet so deeply rooted in the Swedish bedrock.

Goddamn Danes!

What the hell am I doing here? I need to get going.

Oh, Helmer?

I apologize for constantly being all over you.

But the thought of snooping about the ER has me all excited.

I'm sure the banalities down there will give me back the joy of medicine.

I've taken the liberty to add your name to the flowers -

from the department for Krogshøj's funeral service.

But couldn't you tell me where Krogshøj will be buried?

Well... He's not getting buried.

Krogshøj is probably in our own crematory at this very moment.

Crematory?

Most doctors in our country get cremated.

It's probably some sort of fundamental distrust in our profession.

At least in the certainty of death's occurrence.

What a downer, Helmer, to wake up in the pine box, don't you think?

Come on.

Dammit, I made a fool of myself.

I wanted to blow Death of the Fox for Hook.

And what did I do? I blew mess call.

I always did that when he stopped by for a beer.

He was supposed to get Death of the Fox. Hook was a good man.

Yes, and he's getting Death of the Fox.

Can I help you with something?

I'm just here to say my last goodbye to a dear, old friend.

Yes, Jørgen Krogshøj.

Then you need to hurry. He's going in now.

Come in, everyone.

Come in. Come in.

Have a seat. Please.

Come in and have a seat. Welcome.

You can close the door now. I think everyone's here.

Welcome to all of you. I have summoned for coffee -

because I know you are all having difficult times.

One was wet.

If the wet spirit is still present -

would you come down here?

Step forward, you who drowned.

Yes...

I'd just like to know why you came?

Just write on the board using your wet finger.

That requires no strength.

We had to come.

Yes, but what do you want?

Get help like Mary.

You are too many. My powers are not enough.

But don't despair.

I'd like to try to figure out how all of you can get help.

But you need to give me peace to do so.

You may be needing us.

Yes. You are right -

but then we need to find a word I can use -

if I need you.

If I need you, I will use the word "spiritus".

Excuse me, I'm looking for Mrs. Drusse. I was told she might be here.

She's been here, but that was a little while ago.

- I heard she's in the auditorium. - Thank you so much.

The doctor is supposed to say this to you, but...

I feel the two of us are close.

They did some calculations on the growth of your child.

With the speed he's growing at right now, he...

His bones can't stand up to that.

No...

I dreamt I was playing with my older sister.

I can't believe I have an older sister named Mary.

Will you call me Little Brother? That's what I am.

Of course, we will, Little Brother.

Little Brother.

8, 7, 6, 5, 4 -

3, 2, 1. Go!

I can't do it. I'm scared. I don't want to do it anymore.

Come here.

Are you there, Falcon? Are you there?

Falcon! Falcon! Come in.

- Falcon, are you ready? - Falcon here. All clear.

I'll start now. Set the watches.

Die, Rat.

- Idiot. - Did you think I wasn't hurt?

- Mrs. Drusse! - Yes. Yes.

There was a piece of old exorcism wood in the sacristy after all.

Isn't that funny?

As far as I remember you were in need of that at some point.

It's not that relevant any longer. But thank you very much. Thank you.

But dear friends, why are you getting so uneasy?

This is just an old acquaintance.

But don't leave.

What's frightening you so?

How do you want to die, worshipper of Jesus?

Excuse me, but I don't quite understand.

Then die! It's biblical.

Deus inferus est. Deus vester non est.

Niger album est. Deus inferus est.

What are you doing?

Birds of passage. A rather poetic expression, isn't it?

An expression almost begging to be felt, and wherein the weak souls -

with barely any incentive are capable of projecting desire, sadness -

and all the other stifling and romantic feelings of homelessness.

For in this eternal cycle, birds of passage virtually carry -

a movement that like a pendulum keeps the world's large clock going.

And it's all about something as insignificant as traffic.

The birds and the souls are guided by an inner compass -

and follow the encoded timetable imposed by generations before them.

And there is nothing sad about it.

To understand our world, the inner as well as the outer -

we must apply a cynical look. Back and forth remains the same.

Although the last journey, the one back, in fear and trembling, you know -

when the time has come, may appear the longest.

My name is Lars von Trier. I wish you a pleasant evening.

Should you be drawn to the Kingdom again and wish to spend time with us -

be prepared to take, here as well as in life -

the good with the evil.