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NIGHTWATCH

Friday, 8.45 am. Interviewing...

... Bent Segenius Midjord.

What a bloody weird Klaksvik-like name. Right, Bent?

Are you Faroese, Bent?

- You're sick, you know that? - Kramer, damn it...

What did you do with the scalp? Can you tell me?

- It belongs to It. - Yes, you do what It tells you to.

- But what is It? - It is It.

How on Earth was that sicko allowed to leave the psychiatric unit?

Bent's medication works, so he's been allowed out on day release.

He's one of my most harmless patients.

Most people go to church to sing psalms.

Not to cut the vicar's throat. Unless if he's boring as hell.

I've seen vicars who should have had their throat cut.

I understand. But Bent, to actually do it...

- So this is your GPS? - What is that?

A map, I think.

- Did you draw the route to the church? - It drew it.

It drew it? This force inside you?

Now you're going to meet someone with a real name.

- Now she's showing him. - You might know him from the loony bin.

Superintendent Wörmer. He enjoys scalping women too.

- He'll be pissed off with you. - Is It pissed off?

Hell, yes! He'll be pissed off with a copycat killer stealing his scalps.

Really, really pissed off, Bent.

Stop it! Send someone in here.

Hello?

Emma?

Do you have to tidy up today?

Emma?

Don't you want to empty all these boxes?

- They're just standing here. - Don't throw anything away.

Leave it be. That's Mum's stuff.

Can I have your old Walkman?

I found Mum's old box too.

This is an insanely expensive watch, it's just lying here.

What, can't I...?

This is the death notice.

Listen... I told you to leave all this crap.

Dad? Who do I resemble the most? You or Mum?

I guess you have the best of us both. So 95% from Mum and 5% from me.

You do know that suicide is hereditary, right?

Those are the 5% missing from your mum.

Dad? Dad! Have you ever considered meeting someone new?

Far out...

HI DARLING

YOUNG COUPLE SURVIVE NIGHT OF TERROR

NIGHT WATCHMAN AND HIS GIRLFRIEND SECONDS FROM DEATH

FRIEND SAVED THEM

THE INSANITY OF WÖRMER

NIGHT OF TERROR

Many think they're studying medicine because they want to work with people.

Later, they realize just how troublesome patients are.

Luckily, there are some that never complain.

Male, 52 years old, upper-class, in good health, good genes.

From a wealthy neighbourhood, books, red wine. No symptoms, and yet...

Snap!

This tells us that God always saves a special punchline...

- Was it really that funny? - It was just a bad joke. Sorry.

But this is the perfect place for stand-up comedy.

- No, sorry. - No, Frederik. Please speak up.

Stand up. Let's hear it.

It was just the old joke about a doctor teaching students about post-mortem.

Two things are very important. One: Bodies are not disgusting.

So the doctor sticks his finger up the body's arse and sucks it.

Then he asks his students to do the same.

So the students do the same, and they all puke.

So the doctor says: "That was the first point. The second point is to focus."

"Because I stuck this finger up the arse, but I sucked this one."

- That was all. - Come down here. Come on, Frederik.

Come here.

How attentive were you, Frederik?

- You want me to suck your finger? - "Courage, courage," Frederik.

"... raises the blood of life to crimson splendour."

Do it, Frederik!

- Come on! - Do it!

Notes of gooseberry and a bit of liquorice.

- So what was it? - You can sit down again.

- What was it? - Let's continue.

- Excuse me, do you have a moment? - Yes.

The Institute of Forensic Medicine is looking for a night watch.

I believe the advert said "Ward Clerk."

The job is often offered to a student, right?

- It's a lonely job. - Fine by me.

Am I an old boomer if I say men are better suited for the job?

Now I really feel offended.

Alone at night in a dark building with a lot of dead people.

Don't let your imagination run wild.

- I have no imagination and no money. - I'll let them know to expect you.

- Then you can try it out. - Thanks.

The finger?

- Was it that finger? - None of them of course.

One doesn't desecrate a body.

Hi.

Hi.

- How did you get in? - The door was open.

- No, it wasn't. - Yes, it was.

No.

- Yes, I entered through it. - No.

- Who are you? - I'm the new night watch.

Mr. Berthelsen told me to be here at 8 pm.

Right... Then we'd better do the rounds.

Always carry this. They turn off the lights at 11 pm to save electricity.

You don't want to be lost in the dark without it.

Come on. We'll take the lift down to Hell.

Sometimes they come up from below. Then the red light comes on.

Yes, the stink starts here.

Then again, you won't usually be down here.

But let's take a look, just for fun.

That door there, it's fucked up down there.

Don't go down there, unless you want a heart attack.

Let's take a look at the autopsy up here.

Sometimes there are leftovers.

- Wasn't there... - Can you feel it?

- What? - The atmosphere. An evil atmosphere.

Like at Chernobyl. If you stay too long, you'll rot from the inside.

Wasn't there a story about a psycho and a night watch years ago?

- A night watch and his girlfriend. - Where did you hear that? Eh?

I read some newspaper articles.

Something about some psycho superintendent.

I guess, you could call him that. He scalped his victims.

And fucked them afterwards.

- You mean he...? - They didn't write about that, of course.

Fucked, sick, crazy, pervert shit.

- What about the night watch? - The idiot brought his girlfriend.

The psycho gagged them.

That door leads to the old autopsy room.

That's where it all went down. It's no longer in use.

The former night watch claimed it was haunted here.

If you go all the way, you can hear the girl scream.

But... he too, was sick in the head.

It was a friend who killed the superintendent, right?

- Killed him? - Who shot him.

What makes you think Wörmer's dead? He just went into a coma.

I thought he died.

Apparently, it took more than that.

- Then where is he? - He's locked away somewhere.

- Where? - St. Hans Psychiatric Hospital.

Isn't that where they leave them to rot?

- Use this to access the building. - Thank you.

Ciao!

- What's that? - What?

- What's that? - Headphones.

Do you plan on using those in here?

- Yes... - You won't be able to hear.

- Hear what? - If anything happens.

Are you serious? A nanny for corpses? You will stink of death, you know?

Undertakers wash with lemons to get the stench out.

Like when you work at McDonald's.

Lots of undertakers start their career at McDonald's.

- How do you know that about the stench? - That's what they say.

"They" from the They Institute.

When they say something, you know it's true. They say it will rain.

That a new ice age is coming. They say the poles are melting.

How can the poles melt, when an ice age is coming?

- You think too much. - Because I have a brain tumour.

Oh my god, that's right! Your left eye is drooping.

It's really drooping. You should get that checked out.

Then I'd jump in front of a train. Would you feel sorry for me?

What if I was cut in half and was multi-handicapped?

- That would look funny. - Hilarious.

I'd be in a Stephen Hawking wheelchair and talk using my finger.

- I would cut your finger off. - Then I would sew it back on.

You're weird, Sofus.

- Why are you so in love with me? - I never said I was.

- You have strange taste. - That makes two of us.

- What if I'm not even a woman? - I believe you are.

- What if I don't have genitals? - Everyone does.

What if my naked body is Google Maps, and my cunt is a fishing village?

- Let's drink up and go somewhere else. - I have to get home to my dad.

Never disappoint your parents. You'll just feel really bad when they die.

You do. My parents email me every week:

"Dear Maria. When we die, you'll regret not loving us."

- You don't love them? - They're ceramic artists in the boonies.

Dad?

Dad? I thought you were cooking dinner.

- It's in the oven. - It's not turned on.

Yes it is. Damn it!

- Busy day? - Yes.

I went to the summer house to see Mum. The summer house.

Then my old colleague Sten called. They just won't listen.

They want me to join the board of directors. I'm not going to...

You die in that hamster wheel.

Did I ever tell you about Jacob, my fellow law student?

- He died three times. - You told me a million times.

Such a nice feeling.

Board of directors? How may pills have you...?

Every time they used the defibrillator on him, he was so disappointed.

- Do you know I exist? - They should invent a heart stopper.

Then when you die, you won't leave a mess behind...

Do you hear me? How many pills have you taken?

Pills? Why are you talking about pills?

- Why do we never talk? - We do talk.

- We never talk. - What do you want to talk about?

We can talk about why you get home late when I've been cooking.

You didn't even turn on the oven, Dad!

Do I have the genes?

No, Emma. You're healthy. Of course, you don't have the genes.

There'll be some nights when I won't be coming home.

- I see. - I'm working nights.

- Why? - I need the money.

I have money. Or I can get some.

We don't have a dime. You're not even on benefits!

Working nights gives you cancer. It's a proven fact. What's the job?

It's your old job. Night watch at The Forensics.

Is there anything we need to talk about?

I didn't think so.

Martin!

Martin!

Help!

Help!

- Sex or croissants? - Can I have both?

- Wait a minute. - What is it?

- Do you consent? - What the hell do you mean?

- It's only our second time. - Of-fucking-course I consent!

You idiot!

Your timing was amazing.

I get so fucking horny when I'm hungover.

I once stuck my dick in a vacuum cleaner and turned it on.

You're sick, Frederik.

No. You don't get it, you don't have a penis.

You were standing there looking like a million.

Of course, I feel I was born under a lucky star.

- Were you a planned child? - Yes.

Yes. Nothing accidental has ever happened in my family.

- I was a mistake. - No. What are you talking about?

My mum was always wonderfully honest when she was drunk.

- Did she drink a lot? - She suffered from paranoia.

She said there was always someone after her.

"It's coming for us."

"Emma, get out of here! It's coming."

I had no idea what she was talking about.

But I think "It" is Wörmer.

The guy from the newspaper clippings I told you about.

She didn't escape until she hanged herself.

Did she hang herself?

I was the one who found her.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I want to meet him.

- Who? - "It." He tried to kill my parents.

He was committed to St. Hans Psychiatric Hospital.

Emma... What the hell do you expect to get from that?

My dad won't talk to me. Maybe that guy will.

It would help him to meet him. Let the victim meet the assailant.

So dad and daughter meet the murderer. Great family outing.

- I'll go alone and film him. - Film him?

- Do you hear what you're saying? - Will you help me?

No.

ST. HANS PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

So the only reason you're here is to use me for your disgusting little role play?

Yes.

- So I'm your prostitute slave girl? - If you do it, we can shag again.

This is chief surgeon Ravnfeldt.

Ravnfeldt? This is chief surgeon Berthelsen from Clinical Pathology.

How are you? I'm calling on behalf of one of my senior students.

- Simone... Smith. - Simone Smith.

She's one of my best students. She's doing a PhD in forensic psychiatry.

She came across this case from 99, from 94, sorry -

- regarding serial killer and former detective superintendent Peter Wörmer.

I understand that it's not possible to arrange a meeting with Wörmer...

WÖRMER SHOT!

Hi. I have an appointment. Simone Smith.

This is the open unit. They're sent home at the weekends.

Down here, we have the severe cases. They won't ever get out.

Wörmer has a whole section to himself. He hasn't been out in 30 years.

- Why isn't Wörmer placed with the loonies? - He is harmless. Why the interest?

It's a crazy and interesting case.

Of course. There's no light in there.

- He can't stand the light. - Then what does he do?

He sits. He's blind.

Do you hear that? He listens to traditional pop music.

Same songs, over and over.

It runs on a loop, 24-7. It's sick.

- Will you wait out here? - Wait? He's not dangerous.

He's allowed out in the hallway, but he hasn't gone out in my six years here.

A call button, if anything happens.

"If anything happens?"

You just told me he's not dangerous. So what do I need it for?

Just in case...

Are you sure you want this?

You may as well be afraid of a jacket potato.

Don't turn on the lights. He'll scream.

- I thought you said he's blind? - He feels it somehow. It hurts him.

Yes, I'll be right there.

My name is Emma.

Do you remember my dad, Martin?

And my mum? Kalinka.

You tried to kill them.

Since that day, you have been a trauma in their lives.

My mum killed herself in order to get away from you.

Dear Dad...

This is Wörmer.

I located him in order to know everything.

From this monster who has always haunted you and me.

But only these sad remains are left.

A withered, blind man. Look, how scary! Is he worth all the suffering?

Is he worth all the suffering? This sad excuse for a human being.

Is he worth all the suffering?

It ends now.

It ends now, Dad!

Fuck you! You swine!

You swine!

What the fuck...?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Open the fucking door!

Open it!

- What's going on? - Why didn't you come?

- The door's not locked. - There she is!

What the hell is going on here? You'll come with me.

- What's your name? - Emma.

The nurse called Berthelsen. You know we can have you arrested?

- What are you doing? - I was curious.

- So you were curious? - Yes.

You're lying. I'm calling the police.

Wörmer tried to kill my parents.

Emma?

Damn it, Emma. Is that why?

So you're the daughter of the night watch who...?

- I heard they moved far away. - They never left.

They just went into hiding.

- And you lied your way in here to...? - To...

... get some answers. And to show my dad there is nothing to be afraid of.

Your dad?

Well, my mum...

She hanged herself. That's how she escaped.

From Wörmer? Where?

At our summerhouse.

You found her?

Dad uses the place as a mausoleum.

He goes there three times a week and talks to her... I think.

Emma...

You can't just come in and record a sick individual. What were you thinking?

Cognitive therapy is a complicated course of treatment.

If you crash a person's deepest trauma -

- it can be disastrous, both to Wörmer and your dad.

- Fuck Wörmer. - You can make it worse.

Have you considered the consequences?

- My dad needs to move on. - But if roles were reversed...

How do you think Wörmer's son feels about you recording the dad he lost?

After two yuppie vigilantes shot him.

- Yuppies? - Your dad and his friend.

- Two upper class law students. - Stop.

I'm just telling you how he probably sees it.

Everyone interprets things differently.

- So Wörmer has a son? - Yes.

I understand you want to help your dad.

But his family was destroyed too.

And it's a fact that executioners' children become executioners -

- and victim's children become victims.

I don't want my parents' trauma.

But you're here as your dad's advocate. You are your dad.

What did you say to him?

I smeared him.

- Smeared him? - Then...

- Then what? - I spat in his face.

This is what we'll do... Give this to your dad.

- It's not too late for crisis therapy. - Will you do that?

Your dad's a part of Wörmer's story, so I guess he's part of my assignment.

Thank you.

- What happened to the shooter? - Jens?

- Have you met him? - Well... He's my godfather.

He left my godmother Lotte and moved to Thailand.

- What does she do? - Vicar.

Text me your information and tell your dad to call me.

Otherwise I'll do it. Understood?

Now get lost.

He hates me now.

- Did you show him the recording? - Not yet.

- Where are you in all this? - What do you mean?

Well... I just think you should consider yourself.

Chill some more. Love some more. Have more sex. Sex is good for everything.

- Do you find it repulsive? - No.

I'm pregnant, so it's probably just morning sickness.

You're joking, right?

You're not pregnant, are you? With whom?

A lot more sex. With me. A lot more. Not just a bit, but a lot.

... he said whilst severing the brachial artery. The patient's bleeding out.

- Do you want a helpful tip? - Yes.

- Think about your favorite food. - Right... Yes. Favorite food.

Idris Elba, Tom Holland's buttocks.

- It's not working. - I'm thinking: Christmas duck roast.

A firm grip around the thigh and twist...

With gravy and stuffing.

- What? - What's this?

Will you be my girlfriend?

Wow, is that for me? You didn't have to.

It's from my Kinder Surprise collection.

All real men have a Kinder Surprise collection.

- No one ever gave me a ring before. - Exactly.

Come on. I'm totally your type.

Focus on this before you cut another major artery.

Sorry... Do you know where Emma is? Emma...

Ah, there she is.

Continue...

- Emma? - Dad?

- What are you doing here? - I got the money.

- You don't have to work nights. - Let's talk at home.

I sold Mum's watch. If we need more money, we'll just sell the car.

You should focus on your studies.

- You need to leave, Dad. - What you do... What are you doing?

What are you doing, Dad?

What the hell? Yuk!

- Dad? - So...

- It makes you think, right? - Let's take five.

I'm thinking children at the funfair, wristbands and soft ice.

Do you know you're severing those children's adult arms?

- You need to leave! - You're young, but not immortal.

Leave! Get out! Leave now. Please leave now.

I'm just trying to help. I'll leave now.

- Take this money. - No. I don't want any money!

Leave, Dad!

You look like your mum when you cry.

- Dad, I need to tell you something. - Okay.

I've seen Wörmer.

- I've met him. - No...

You need to watch this.

Dear Dad. This is Wörmer.

I located him in order to know everything.

From this monster who has always haunted you and me.

But only these sad remains are left.

A withered, blind man. Look, how scary! Is he worth all the suffering?

Is he worth all the suffering? This sad excuse for a human being.

Is he worth all the suffering?

It ends now, Dad!

I met a psychiatrist. She'd like to talk to you. Call her.

Call her, Dad. Please?

Do you know what you've done?

Now he knows you exist.

Did you know that Scandinavian hair -

- is thicker than other types of hair?

Yes?

But sleek hair gets greasy.

And it looks thin and dull.

The reason is that the scalp's natural sebum...

... meets no resistance. So it can freely run down the hair.

The night watch's daughter...

I like her hair.

Not too dry. Not too greasy.

She's got lovely hair.

I would like that.

Hello.

- Where did you come from? - It said it needed to meet with It.

- Excuse me? - It needed to meet with It.

Who?

It.

And who are you?

It needs to talk to it.

Did It say that?

So... talk to me?

And who is It?

Does he or she have a name?

Is that their name?

Wörmer?

How do you know Wörmer?

I was actually on my way home. Let's talk some other time.

- It doesn't like It. - What?

- It doesn't like It. - Me? Wörmer doesn't like me?

You've reached Martin. I'm unable to come to the phone right now.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, Martin. This is Lotte. Something happened.

A very strange person came to see me.

Oh my god!

Hey. Hey, you!

- Hi, Emma. - What are you doing?

They need to check some details, maybe you should join us? Being so damn curious.

What do we have?

- Shall I open it more? - No need.

Why does she look like that?

She was scalped.

- Isn't that Wörmer's signature? - How do you know that?

Eh?

- I know her. - What?

She's my godmother.

Do you understand why we find this extremely peculiar?

- Has he escaped? - Who?

- Wörmer. - Wörmer is blind. You know that.

We have the perpetrator. It's a copycat.

- What was the name of his disease? - Vatersehnsucht.

Fatherless children are 80% more likely to develop psychiatric problems.

We assume he's found a strong father figure in Wörmer.

Why Lotte?

- Do you still live alone with your dad? - Yes.

Has he seen her?

- Is the murderer Wörmer's son? - Let's stop. You can't get involved.

What's up with you?

- What? - Are you crazy like your dad?

- He's having a tough time. - Is he really? How sad.

But it's strange. You visit Wörmer at St. Hans Psychiatric Hospital.

Bent is committed there.

Shortly thereafter, he murders your godmother who ends up here.

And now we're back with you where it all started.

- Do you have relatives in Tasmania? - What?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Do you want some squash? - No thanks, but help yourself.

Thanks, I will.

- Cheerio! - Cheers.

- Samir is my name. - Hi. Tanja.

- Hi, Tanja. - Hi.

- Won't he be transferred soon? - I hope so.

We're wasting a Friday evening on that lunatic when we could be at a cafe.

Do you like cocktails?

Festive.

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks for...

- Are you okay? - You'd better put this on.

- And just make yourself at home. - No problem.

It smells just like inside my fridge. Don't fret.

DEPT. OF FORENSIC MEDICINE

Hi, sweetie! I hope you're hungry.

The chicken's in the oven. The oven is on.

I'm really sorry about yesterday. I've been a prize idiot.

- I saw a murdered woman today. - You shouldn't work in that place.

- It was Lotte. - Lotte?

Our Lotte. Godmother Lotte.

- She just called me. - What?

- A couple of hours ago. - Did you talk to her?

No, she left a message. But I saw her name flash. We haven't talked in ages.

I meant to call her back. She just called.

ANSWERING MACHINE

You have ten new messages. First new message...

- Hi, Dad. - OK that's you...

Second message, received today at...

- Hi, Dad. - That's you again. I'm sorry.

Dad...

Third message, received yesterday at 6.03 pm:

- Then it was yesterday... - Hi, Martin. It's Lotte.

Something happened. A very strange person came to see me.

Oh, my God!

Dad, turn it off.

Turn if off! Turn it off, damn it!

There's no one out there.

Old friend!

Oh, my God!

- Who have you spoken to? - A psychiatrist and a superintendent.

Probably the one who called me too.

Apparently, Lotte still had my number on her fridge.

Did you see her?

- Not so much since... - She buried your mother?

- What's your name again? - I'm your goddaughter.

Bloody hell! I'm sorry.

My name is Emma.

The last time I saw you, you were a tiny little cupcake.

What's it like living with a dad on drugs?

Jens is known for his Tourette's syndrome.

So thank god he could run off to Thailand for 20 years.

Kalinka ran off too. How old were you when Mum checked out?

I believe that journey is further afield than Thailand.

What do you do?

I'm a medical student. And then I work as...

- As a night watch. - Tell me that's not bloody true!

- Not in the same place, right? - Yes.

- Painful and pointless. - Dad...

So you're following in your dad's footsteps? Cool.

- What do you do in Thailand? - How long are you staying?

Until after the funeral.

If you need a place to stay, you're welcome to...

Are you that doped up?

I know it's late, but won't you come to dinner with me?

My secretary booked a table. So if you have nothing better to do...

Maybe we'll find something to talk about. Old times...

- No, let's not rake that up. - We'd love to.

Night Watch.

Just like your dad. It's brilliant. Now, all we need is a killer.

Is Lotte in your department?

- I remember everything! - I can't do this. I can't.

- I can't. - Take a pill, Martin.

- Let's go and say goodbye to Lotte. - Come on, Dad.

Come...this way.

- That is outrageous. - Outrageous.

Tell him off.

Maria! What are you doing?

- What's going on? - Hi, sweetie!

- Frederik... - I just wanted to be here.

- Is he your boyfriend? - Yes, hello. I'm Frederik.

Please turn off that shit music!

- There you go. - Thank you.

Sorry. Why are you still here?

- But... - See you later. Yes.

- Get lost! - Yes. See you, sweetie.

- Maria-Babes... - Don't call me that.

- See you. - Just leave. You ruined the atmosphere.

- Can you stay another couple of hours? - Sure.

- No partying. - No partying.

What did you do when you arrived in Thailand?

I bought a motorbike. Took a lot of drugs.

I fucked all the way up through Northern Thailand.

As far as I remember. It's all a bit hazy.

But I remember not wanting to live anymore.

Just like your mum.

I put a noose around my neck...

Luckily for me -

- it was so humid that the beam had rotted. I only felt a jerk.

Then I was on the ground.

Well... Life sucks.

I look at this hand every day.

It's as if something's missing.

Crying helps, right?

What happened to your hand?

- No... I think... Let's... - Dad! Stop it.

- Let's raise a glass to Lotte. Yes. - What did you tell her?

- Come on, stop it. - If Emma can't hear it, I'll tell you.

I don't want to hear it.

Wörmer has hog-tied you and Kalinka in the autopsy room -

- he's killed his colleague and handcuffed my hand to a pipe.

Then he asks me the question any Buddhist would love.

What?

"Have you ever been killed before?"

"I'll be right back."

You used to bring bread into work. Your knife is on the table.

If I stretch, I can just about reach it.

Then I cut it off and I tear out my hand of the handcuffs.

I take the dead policeman's gun. And when I come upstairs...

... he is ready to saw into you.

Fuck...

I wanted to check if everything is...

- Can I have some more wine, please? - Of course.

I can't sit through 20 courses. I need to get back to Maria. Okay?

Dad is going to see a psychiatrist. She's quite beautiful.

Yeah, right.

- It was really great to meet you. - Thank you.

No, thank you.

Thank you.

She is strong! You must be proud.

I didn't want to say anything when Emma was here...

I'm afraid she's walked into a minefield.

She goes to see Wörmer.

Shortly thereafter, Lotte is killed.

You come home for the funeral.

What did it take to get you to come back from Thailand?

I'll be damned!

Now you're scaring me.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Maria?

Maria?

Maria!

Hello!

Maria!

Martin, come. Come on!

Come on, Martin!

Come on, old man!

Come on.

I went the wrong way!

I'll pass it to you!

Great goal!

No, no!

- Go get it. - Come on!

I'm done.

Maybe I should just kill myself.

A bullet to the head, how hard can it be?

Emma is all grown up and strong.

Or maybe I should get hold of that psychiatrist.

Emma says she's good-looking.

What do you need a psychiatrist for?

What then? Do I just do myself in?

Yes, it's a much better solution.

Kalinka would never forgive me.

Kalinka is dead!

I know.

It is so good to see you.

I need some sleep.

See you tomorrow.

What's going on? It's crazy!

There's a substitution in the last minute of the final.

They're sending in a 52 year old man!

It's Borck, Martin Borck... He runs through the defence!

It's the World Cup Final! Will Denmark take the gold?

Straight from Series 2 in Næstved. There it is!! Yeeeessss!!

- What the hell are you doing, get out! - Sorry.

Damn!

- Is she not picking up? - I've called her 30 times.

- We have to tell someone. - Yes, but who?

- The police. Her parents. - She doesn't talk to them.

She says, she hasn't seen them in two years.

She's only been missing for a few hours. The police won't do anything.

She can't just disappear!

What the hell is going on? Who are you?

Hello, damn it! Let me go!

What's your name?

- It's called Bent. - Bent?

That's a lovely name. A really lovely name.

Do you know the meaning of "Bent"?

It means...

... a very beautiful, sensible and nice young man.

No. My name's Maria.

- No. - It means "the fair one."

No. No!

No, no, no... It's not called... Maria.

That's not its name. It's called Emma.

That's its name. It has a different name.

Bent, listen to me... I'm not Emma.

I'm Maria. My name's Maria.

I'm not Emma. Yes!

- No. - Yes!

- No. - Yes, damn it! I'm not Emma!

- I'm Maria! - No.

It sits at reception. Emma sits at reception in the white coat.

Bent, this is bloody stupid. Let me go!

We'll work it out. I promise not to tell anyone that you made a mistake.

- It's stupid when it talks. - And who speaks like a baby robot?

It's not a baby.

It's not a robot.

It's the superintendent's...

It's the superintendent's...

The detective superintendent.

Superintendent. The detective superintendent.

I'm the wrong one.

- Hello? Martin? - This is Martin, Emma's dad.

Yes, I know. I'm glad you called.

- She suggested I call. - I'm glad you did.

Weekdays are busy, but what about right now in my office?

Today?

- That will be difficult. - Isn't it always difficult?

Then come over. My office is at Forensic Psychiatry at St. Hans.

- Then we'll talk. - I'll do my best.

SEEING PSYCHIATRIST TO BE CURED OF MY MADNESS!

- Hi. - Can I come in?

You and your dad went to Geranium Restaurant with Jens Christian Arnkild.

Please sit down.

Give me your hand.

Jens is dead.

He was found murdered this morning.

Where did you get all this?

- I found it. - No, you didn't.

You stole it, right? Where's your dad?

- He went to see Gunver. - Where is he?

- With her, I think. - At the psychiatric hospital?

Let's go there together.

Is it my fault? First Lotte, now Jens.

You mean, you shouldn't have got involved?

I think his son is taking revenge. Did he murder Lotte?

Wörmer never had a son. That's his daughter.

Daughter?

He must have cut the child's hair off.

The mother disappeared, so she lived alone with the psycho Dad.

Word is she went nuts and ended up in care.

The foster father abused her. The poor child.

They only found out when she cut the father with a knife.

Miserable childhood.

Maybe she's taking revenge. It would fit.

According to statistics, women are more vengeful than men. Men just explode -

- while women are more like rusty bombs from WW2 -

- that suddenly go off years later.

So where is she?

Do you know where she is?

Perhaps she's living under a different name?

That's not possible.

Have you ever seen Long Lost Family?

- Why are you taking me to see my dad? - Come...

- Martin? - Hello!

Thank you, Bent.

It thinks It's very beautiful and nice.

And cute. Very beautiful and nice.

It almost wants to touch It. Touch its cheek.

Wow.

It's a soft cheek.

It's as soft as an angel's bum.

Stars light up the blue, blue sky...

The crescent moon lifts up its sabre...

I'm hoping that...

Do you want to lie down here? It can lie down in its arms.

It can lie down here. It's okay.

There's room for It here.

It can sing the rest of the song.

It's okay for It to do that.

... good night...

Thanks.

It must have been hard to be left alone with Emma.

Yes.

I did the best I could, but it was hard on Emma. But life is hard.

From the outside, it looks as if she's trying to rescue you.

Children don't benefit from their parents being the vulnerable ones.

No...

I'm ashamed of that.

It's not helpful.

Do you think that the silence between you is the reason -

- why Emma makes so much noise?

And threw a huge rock through Peter's window?

- Peter? - Wörmer. Peter Wörmer.

Are we really on first name terms with him?

How do you think his child feels?

He has a child?

Humans have children. Peter's human too.

- Hi Siri, answer Emma! - Where have you been?

You and your dad are in danger, where are you?

- On my way to see my dad. Are you ok? - No! I don't know where I am.

- What's happening? - I've been kidnapped.

He's dead. But the superintendent is coming back.

The nutter thought I was you and...

Who?

It's the superintendent, she's after you and she is fucking nuts!

Emma, where are you?

Emma?

- Are you sure? - He said detective superintendent.

She's a cop, Emma.

Hello?

I'm on my way to St. Hans Psychiatric Hospital...

... with the superintendent.

You have to get out. When the car stops, you just jump, okay?

- And then just run... - I can't. Hello?

I need to pee.

I need to pee a lot, can we stop?

No, it's best to get to your dad now. We'll be there soon.

You also need to understand that revenge is a natural feeling.

People think the worst of each other and behave disgustingly.

"I hope they're killed in an accident." "I hope her children get cancer."

That's the way they are. Revenge is a way to escape.

Peter had almost forgotten it all until Emma twisted a knife in the wound.

But now both he and his daughter remember how you destroyed their lives.

Maybe everyone's a victim.

I don't know. But I know you don't spit on sick people in the face.

Have you heard of cognitive psychology?

You confront your fears. Arachnophobia for instance.

You touch the spider, and before you know it, you want it for a pet.

Emma found her mother hanged in the summer house and hasn't been back.

That's where Emma should be right now to meet her spider.

Just like you're here to meet yours.

I'm the wrong one.

Where is Emma?

I'll be back in a minute.

Do you feel it?

Is your heart pounding? Are you dizzy?

Do you have buzzing in your ears?

Flunitrazepam.

You're fully conscious, but you can't move.

It's your daughter.

Dad? Martin is here.

Is he indeed?

He's a little frightened.

Don't be.

We know each other.

Imagine... Has it really been 30 years?

I've been away.

But I've never felt lonely.

Would you like to meet my friends?

Here... are all my women.

So when I feel lonely...

... I just open the box.

- Main reception, Dennis speaking. - This is superintendent Kramer.

We will be arriving code 22-03.

Opening.

Hey!

Hello! Where's Gunver, the psychiatrist?

- Her office, I guess. - Call the Police! Now!

- Hello! - Kramer! She's gone nuts.

- She ran that way, do you need help? - No.

- Emma? - Where are you?

- Where are you? - I think Kramer's his daughter.

- Where are you calling from? - I'm outside your office.

- Where is Kramer? - She's right behind me.

- Where are you? - Emma!

- He wrote he was going out here. - I haven't seen him.

- She's coming. - Emma!

- She's acting insane, Gunver. - Come on.

What the hell are you doing?

- In here. - What the hell are they doing?

In here.

Gunver? Why are you running?

Go in there. She won't get past me. Stay there, no matter what happens.

- What are you doing here? - Where is she?

- You shouldn't be here. You need to go! - Where's her dad?

- Are you threatening me? - Where are they?

I'm your friend. Put the gun away!

- What? - I'm not your enemy.

Put the gun away, please. Let me help you. Put it away!

- What happened? - She was going to shoot us.

What have I done? I've killed my best friend!

Why do you have my dad's phone?

Now, look here, Martin...

It hurts a little to begin with.

But then you get used to it.

Stop that.

Come back, Martin.

You won't get away.

This is meant to be.

I have waited for this for years.

Come here, you.

It's supposed to happen.

There...

I can hear you.

There. There you are.

Sit still. I don't like it either.

Let it go!

What the hell...

Help! Help!

Emma?

Emma!

Emma, Emma, come on!

Come on! Come on!

Shoot her, damn it!

Hey, come on.

Don't do it. It's way too cold. Just stay here.

I need my sunglasses. Sofus is too pale.

Sorry, if I suffer from a pigmentation deficiency.

I'll say. It's like looking straight up into the sun.

- We shagged. - What?

Maria and I shagged for the first time last night.

Why do you say that in front of Emma's dad?

- But it went really well. - You're really weird, Sofus.

Come on, kids!

Less talking!

Come on!

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