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Hello?

- We must get into the elevator shaft. - No, Mom!

Maybe I've made contact for the first time.

Yes.

- Nobody will hire him. - Idiot!

Stig, you're a little gruff sometimes.

Salute, my Brethren!

I'm not running around with a med student.

- Maybe I'll do something stupid. - He looks like you.

- No, sweetheart. - Excuse me.

Don't touch me!

I'll file a complaint whether you say you're sorry about your mistake or not.

I have opened up a fair amount of craniums before.

This snotty brat actually isn't my first.

Danish scum!

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 spirituality -

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 2 Thy Kingdom Come

Good morning.

Oh, poor little friend, what's the matter?

What is the matter? Let me guess.

Oh, dear Lord! It's Donald Duck. Donald Duck hasn't arrived.

How are we going to pass the damn time?

- Maybe there's some work to do. - No, no. Let's not panic.

- Where's your supervisor? - No clue.

Of course not. But the doctors' parking lot is a pile of shit.

I'm telling you I saw her. It was an amazing experience.

We have to find her again, and we have to do it fast.

Well, then... And where are you off to, if I may ask?

Mrs. Drusse, you're admitted to a hospital.

In this hospital, you have a bed, and in this bed -

is where you need to be. Nowhere else.

Attending Krogshøj said I'm allowed to walk a little.

Excuse me. Who is that?

Who is Attending Krogshøj?

Is it him? No... When the hell did you become attending?

I believe you are sick. It must be your fluid balance.

Nurse!

Attending Krogshøj wants saline for this lady.

Half a gallon, at least, in her own bed. Slow drop!

Helmer.

Your diplomacy didn't work.

Mona's mother filed a complaint. It'll go through the system now.

Fortunately, some of the Brethren are on the Medico-Legal Council.

I'll bring up the complaint at the morning briefing.

It's better than them gossiping. I always address problems at the briefing.

It's more proactive and the employees won't feel pressured.

It's just a little trick, Helmer. They think you're somewhat blunt.

I think this complaint could do you good.

It will make you appear a little more human.

What made you choose Denmark?

Dr. Helmer joined our department two months ago -

and we're proud to have this acclaimed neurosurgeon amongst us.

So it's very unfortunate that Dr. Helmer already at this point -

is experiencing a tedious part of our healthcare system:

The Patient Complaint Protocol.

As you may remember, some issues arose during a surgery -

that Helmer was in charge of, on Mona something -

right after he started.

Sadly, a complaint has been filed -

and I am asking all of you to support Dr. Helmer during this time.

And I'd like to raise a matter that has been pointed out to me.

It's only reasonable that employees come up with solutions to the problem.

Some have expressed hesitation about our collaboration with Dr. Helmer.

You may find it peculiar, Stig, that we discuss this at our briefing -

but for Operation Morning Air to have any purpose -

we must let the morning air breeze in our sphere.

Perhaps you do it differently in Sweden...

Very well... Are there any suggestions from the employees -

about how to approach the hesitancy toward our work relation to Dr. Helmer?

Yes?

- Communication. - Excellent.

Excellent! Communication, yes.

Does anybody else think communication is the problem?

He doesn't speak. And when he does, it's in Swedish.

The Swedish issue is one we can't resolve right away.

I think we should give the floor to Dr. Helmer now.

What?

In your opinion, how do we improve our communication with you?

How should I know?

Would it be of advantage to call you Stig instead of Dr. Helmer?

No, excuse me. I actually have work to do.

If you can take over from here, maybe I can -

spend time on surgeries and other trifles.

But of course...

One, two, three, four... No. One, two, three, four -

five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

One ugly plate.

Dust is falling from the walls.

Can't you do something?

No, nothing.

That is a shame. We have to wash them again.

It is easy to rinse off.

Other things you cannot rinse off.

What do you mean? Blood?

Some blood you can rinse off -

and some blood you cannot rinse off.

Tell me, are you insane?

You're not going to get any girls when you're so damn childish.

And poor Sanne?

How the hell could you? You're not bloody charming at all.

You better put this head back where it belongs.

- Of course. - Great.

I want nothing to do with it. I never want to see you again.

Understood? And now piss off.

I can't follow the surgery. Bondo wants a meeting with me.

- Did you mess up? - Why do you ask?

When he asks for a meeting, something is wrong. Just go.

- Come to my office later. - Can I leave, too?

If you want to be a doctor, you'll have to follow a surgery.

What if I watch from behind the window to get used to it?

Yes...

Why isn't the patient anesthetized?

Hello, this is Me. I'm assisting today.

The patient doesn't tolerate anesthesia. He's a hypnotherapist.

Hypnotic anesthesia is actually very fascinating.

To hell with that!

Einar!

Where are the clown noses?

You're the ringmaster -

and we want clown noses. Red, with elastic bands.

Please, tell me I'm wrong. This clown calls himself Me -

and he wants to assist in my OP room.

Oh, the hypnotherapist. You should have been notified.

The patient doesn't tolerate anesthesia. Rigmor can update you.

If you have any scruples operating after the complaint, then...

It's like horseback riding. Just get back in the saddle.

Mona has absolutely nothing to do with this.

That's good. I'm happy to hear that.

You must admit it's fascinating.

Hypnotic anesthesia... From a scientific point of view.

And it's related to your own research that you published in The Lancet.

Well, you know better. You wrote the article. By the way...

Don't you want some of the Morning Air stickers -

you recommended that I order? They look top-notch.

- How are you feeling? - What took you so long?

I'm tired of just lying around. A spirit is calling on us.

- I must search. I'm not ill. - Damn, that's another tune.

- I'm perfectly able to walk. - I'm sorry about the drop.

Yes, if I didn't have an orderly in the family...

You're relaxed, you're relaxed...

You're drowsy and your eyes are closing.

In a moment, your skin will be numb. And then your head -

when I count to three. I'll do that now.

One, two, three...

Knife, please.

I had a look in the garment storage the other day.

Forceps, pointing down.

It was very obvious -

that you... had borrowed a bathrobe.

But the thing is that the bathrobes are for the patients -

not the staff. It has to be returned immediately. Understood?

In Sweden, the process with someone like you would be very quick.

- I thought the patient was put under? - He's supposed to be.

Whether my patient is anesthetized or hypnotized -

or perhaps knocked out with a blunt instrument -

doesn't matter to me at all. But damn, he has to shut the hell up!

Relax. You're feeling wonderful. You're in deep hypnosis.

All pain disappears. You feel nothing.

Come on in, Mogge.

I have good news and bad news.

The good news is that I don't have any proof.

The bad news is that even the smallest lead -

that connects a certain stolen body part from the study collection -

with your persona will not only lead to expulsion -

but also to prosecution.

For your sake, I hope you haven't left any clues.

A pathologist is a sniffer dog by profession.

I have no more time.

The seriousness of real life has called a meeting.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Bondo.

I assume you're Mr. Zakariasen's relatives?

He's my husband, and this is our son.

I am not the doctor who treated your husband.

I'm a pathologist, and I requested this meeting.

Do we have to talk in front of him?

Your husband is deeply unconscious. He can't hear us talking.

What is it you want to say?

A new bill requires the relatives' consent to perform a dissection.

What is a dissection?

The doctor would like permission to cut Dad into pieces.

If we didn't perform autopsies, medical science would be ancient.

Have you noticed that Dad is still alive -

or is that also just a formality?

A potential dissection wouldn't take place before the occurrence of death.

Since you favor transparency -

wouldn't you tell us what your own interests are?

Don't your interests go beyond general science?

Your father is suffering from a hepatosarcoma.

I believe I have achieved great results in my research, but in 10 years -

I haven't had a single specimen to work with.

I'm in need of your father's liver to be able to conclude my research.

Your caring words about collective well-being are forgotten -

in favor of your personal career.

Do you understand that we can't take your problem seriously?

I think this request is in bad taste.

My research can lead to better treatment options of hepatosarcoma.

It would spare others the suffering you and your father are going through.

With a patient every ten years -

it's highly unlikely that society finds it profitable -

to establish a treatment plan based on your research.

Nobody can argue against the rationale of an autopsy.

We are not arguing.

We are simply saying no.

Would you excuse us? We'd like to be alone with Dad.

There.

That's it.

Would the resident be so kind to stitch it up?

Did you hear me?

Would you be so kind to stitch it up?

Am I communicating or should I say: Plunk the lid on the cuckoo cage?

Because communication actually isn't the problem.

It's rather qualification, or not? Krogshøj...

You must always -

listen to Professor Jokester.

Professor Jokester counts to three -

one, two, three and hey presto -

you're a good doctor, or what, Krogshøj?

He's revoked the license for my phase-contrast microscope.

He claims we need to save money. But look at the waste around here...

You need to listen carefully.

You can hear my voice. I'm going to count to three.

On three you wake up like after a regular night's sleep.

Rested, well, without pain. You are feeling wonderful -

feeling great, you are completely yourself. I'll count slowly.

I'm slowly counting to three, and on three you're completely back.

One... two...

three. Open your eyes slowly, and you'll feel great.

I'd like to speak to the doctor who did the surgery.

- There was a girl. - A girl?

Yes...

A little girl.

She was kind to me.

I was upset, and she touched my hand.

- Do you know her? The doctor? - Yes, her name is Judith.

The little girl pointed at her and said:

- Family. - Family?

Hi, Bulder and Drusse.

- What are you up to? - Looking for that ghost.

Why don't you use Bongo? He always whines at the ambulance.

I'm not hauling a dog around the hospital.

Pushing your old mom for miles and miles is more than crazy.

I'm tired as hell of it. I've pushed this damn thing all day.

And dogs aren't even allowed in the hospital.

If we wheel him around in this thing -

no one's gonna notice. Hey, he picked up on something.

Where are we?

Right below Infectious Diseases.

And what do we do now?

She's here.

- Hi, Mogge. - Hi.

Did I miss out on seeing the Swede mess up?

Why do I think you're extremely charming right now?

What do you want?

Do you need people for clinical trials in the sleep lab?

Sure, you could do that, but it's pretty heavy stuff.

- We test new drugs for sleep control. - That's fine with me.

You make 150 kroner per sleep unit. We do an EKG -

and measure which areas activate during sleep and dreams.

- Afterward we ask how you perceived it. - Fine by me.

Great.

Here you go. You can sign up in the cage.

- What was that about your microscope? - I can apply again next year.

That's just ridiculous. I have a better idea. Come with me.

- Where are we going? - You'll see.

Well, everything looks very good.

And hypnotic anesthesia proved effective above all expectations.

You say you didn't feel anything during surgery?

- No discomfort? - No discomfort, no.

- But there was a little girl. - Was she at the surgery?

Yes, she spoke to the doctor who did the surgery.

- But he wouldn't listen to her. - Helmer? She spoke to Dr. Helmer?

Yes.

He wouldn't listen. I think I know why.

What was it I didn't want to hear?

Her little bell.

- Because... - Yes... Why?

Because it was the bell of death.

Such damn gibberish.

Don't pay attention to these things.

I can't deal with all this gibberish in the department.

Professor Bondo called. He wants to expedite a matter to the Lodge.

I'll try to gather some Brethren for tonight.

I can't take this damn rubbish. Her little bell. Same old nonsense.

Hold up, stop here for a second.

- Hi, Hansen. Hi, Bulder. - Hi.

- Any news? - Nope.

I don't know where you went, but wasn't that a long trip with Mrs. Drusse?

You might as well take that empty drop down.

Bongo, come here. Bongo!

Dogs aren't allowed, do you hear me? Bongo!

So, this is where I live.

- You don't live here for real, do you? - Hell yeah.

It's the easiest. Most of my friends work down here -

in the hallways and kitchens. I really like living here.

- What if someone finds out? - Oh, they know.

We have an implied arrangement. I take care of things for the hospital -

and the hospital leaves me alone.

There's a lot of waste, and that's no good, right?

I don't get it. Helmer said you'd stolen a bathrobe?

That's a great example, but Helmer was wrong.

It wasn't just one. It was hundreds.

Bathrobes are piled up in Neuro. Taking up space, and they never get used.

- So, I dealt with it. - What do you do with them?

- I divert them. - Divert?

To places they're actually needed. Lemon?

Please. What do you gain from that?

That's not how it works. I don't gain anything.

I just can't... I don't know. I'm happy when things don't go to waste.

Cheers. Rectified alcohol with distilled water.

You get wonderfully wasted.

Per, it's Hook. Listen... There's a ton of equipment over in K5006.

Could you check for a...

- What is it you need? - A phase-contrast microscope.

A phase-contrast microscope.

Super cool. See you soon.

What's this? It looks scary.

Maybe it is.

Ulrich in Gastro gave me the idea.

"We all have our own private cemetery."

Each tray represents an important doctor.

- And every cross is a death? - No, then I'd be really busy.

No, the crosses... are for the patients -

who died or were disabled due to malpractice.

Are you serious? They don't report this many errors.

No, and I don't go around talking about it to people.

But maybe one day this information would come in handy.

Damn, that was fast. Just put it over there.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Ta-ta! A present from the Kingdom.

I'm starting to understand how you got that implied agreement.

Soon it is dark.

Yes, it is almost evening.

And when it is nighttime, we have to sleep.

There is something I do not understand.

What is it you do not understand?

If the little girl from the elevator -

is sweet and good -

why does the old lady want to get rid of her?

The little girl is unhappy.

She cannot rest.

We get to sleep at night.

- She never sleeps. - Really?

She needs help to rest.

Yes?

I thought maybe you'd like to sit with Mrs. Mogensen for a bit?

I always enjoy visiting her.

She's very sweet. And she's interested in spiritualism.

I can tell you haven't heard. She had another attack this morning.

The doctor predicts that she will die tonight.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

We've had such good times together.

She asked for you, but you weren't here.

I'm not sure how much contact you'll get with her -

but I think she'd be happy if you'd sit with her.

Of course, I will.

- Would you like coffee? - No, thank you.

I'll just sit here and do crosswords -

although I'm horrible at it.

Just give us a call if you get scared.

I won't get scared. I've sat with dying people before.

The chin drops a little, and then it's over.

It can be almost peaceful.

Is it you, Drusse?

Yes, it's me, Emma.

Where were you?

I was on a ghost hunt.

I really loved you, Drusse -

and all your spirits.

All your crazy spirits.

I cared a lot about you, too, Emma.

Do they say I'm about to die?

Yes... Are you afraid?

- A little. - Don't be afraid, Emma.

You're just going over to all the crazy spirits.

That's true.

It's the duty of a spiritualist to die.

And I'll be there soon. I'm an old cow myself.

You're not old.

Nonsense. Of course I'm old.

Let's not argue about that now, right, Emma?

Right, little Emma?

I... I think I'll sleep a little.

Yes, do that, Emma.

Come on.

Rigmor.

Your tenderness...

Your tenderness, your warmth... I don't deserve it.

But of course you do, Stig.

I'm a pushover. Yes, I am.

But I'll deal with these blockheads and even that silly Operation Morning Air.

This Mona affair. Trust me, it's very distressing.

You're under a lot of pressure.

You're a man. All men are under lots of pressure.

You need a woman to cook you a nice meal -

take care of you and give you herbal drops.

Nietzsche only ate herbs. At least he wrote about it.

You're fantastic. Yes, you are.

You take advantage of my weakness. Yes, you do.

Force your witchcraft on me.

There was a book about Haiti I should read.

And then there was a trip to Haiti I should invite you on.

Don't resist. I really would like to take care of you.

You know I love you.

Calm down, now. What's bothering you?

I want to ask you something, but you have to be honest.

Certainly.

Have you said... I have a butt the size of a tank?

- Who said that? - Doesn't matter. Did you say that?

Obviously not.

Good.

Will you move your things to my place soon?

Hi, Pops.

He's a good boy.

- You're supposed to stay away. - You think the toothbrush is for you?

- I'm here to sleep. - What kind of nonsense is that?

Look in your files.

Okay.

Then you need to sleep. I'm not allowed to talk to the trial subjects.

- I'm not here to talk. - Great.

Go change in there.

And now, Bondo.

Dear Brethren.

I have never before used my right to call a meeting -

so you must understand that the issue at hand is of great seriousness.

I treasure my research -

despite my being subject to friendly banter -

regarding my missing hepatosarcoma.

And that is exactly the case.

Finally, after 10 years, a wonderful hepatosarcoma has turned up.

This tumor would allow me to conclude my research -

but I can't get it.

The patient, who is under Professor Ulrich's care, is dying.

And the family will under no circumstances allow autopsy.

There is nothing to do.

So close, and yet not close at all.

I have tissue from a biopsy of the sarcoma, but I need it all.

I hoped surgery would make it possible for me to get a hold of the specimen.

But that was wishful thinking, Ulrich, because the tumor is inoperable.

But then again...

I won't keep hoping for a solution to come out of the blue.

So I have called on the Brethren to ask for help.

Help me help science.

Look, aren't you done soon?

Now!

- I can't sleep. - Don't worry, you'll sleep.

Turn around.

Ouch!

Good night.

On a ghost hunt...?

Of course...

you've been on a ghost hunt?

Are you talking again, Emma?

Can't you tell me about something?

Do tell.

What should I tell you about?

We looked everywhere.

But she didn't show herself everywhere.

She made her presence known by ringing her small bell.

Where?

Everywhere.

Do you think that is of any importance?

Yes, it was...

Gynecology, ward Y.

And then it was... here.

Pulmonary ward...

and it was in A, General Medicine.

Please... don't go, Drusse.

I'm right here, Emma.

I think -

it's happening soon.

Do you need me to do anything for you... Drusse...

on...

on the other side?

Yes, of course.

You need to find my ghost and talk to her -

and ask her why she is sad -

and how I can help.

What's her name?

Well, I don't know.

But you can probably find her regardless.

Ghosts stay in the transitional state -

in what we call the room of Swedenborg.

You won't stay there for long.

You want to go to the other side, into the light.

But you have to make sure to stay just a few minutes.

They will call you from inside the light -

and maybe try to pull you in, but try to stay on the path -

and then answer me, Emma.

I will do my best.

Thank you, Emma. That's kind of you.

So, I'm not allowed to tell you about the Mona case -

but I received a furious letter from the medical examiner this morning.

The anesthesia report was destroyed during surgery. It's a mess.

The medical examiner wants to see the anesthetist's notes -

about BP and those things... I have to wiggle myself out of that.

That's the downside of being an administrator.

What is the downside of being an administrator?

Administration, dammit.

And dear Bondo's situation is very unfortunate.

- Couldn't you solve that for the Lodge? - Me?

The Lodge appreciates active Brethren, especially after initiation.

Bondo... Poor thing.

Yes, poor thing. Now, I'm not a psychiatrist -

but you can tell he's mentally ill. He speaks incoherently.

He drools, and he's unhealthy and disgusting. Yes, he's nuts.

Oh, don't say that, Stig. You're a scientist yourself.

And a Lodge Brother's cry for help will always be heard -

no matter how insignificant it may appear to others.

Think about Bondo's problem.

You're very creative, you nervous people.

The more you support Bondo, the more the Lodge will support you. Bye-bye.

You can find your way back to the elevator, right?

Don't let the Mona case ruin your high spirits.

Creative!

Emma...

Keep listening, Emma. I'll talk you through this.

I'm with you.

And now let go, but don't let yourself fall too far.

Stay in the transitional state.

Stay in the transitional state. You can't leave the room of Swedenborg.

Now answer me, Emma.

Good, Emma. Now we need to hurry.

Stay there. One flash is "no", two are "don't know" -

and three flashes are "yes".

Are they trying to pull you into the light, Emma?

Isn't it a beautiful place?

No, we're wasting our time. Have you found her?

No? Do you need a name?

Do you really need a name...?

Ward Y...

and A.

M... A...

R... Y...

Mary...

Her name is Mary. Emma, is her name Mary?

Fine. Is she with you?

No?

What am I supposed to ask?

Where can I get information? Is there a place I can go to?

But where, Emma? Is it here in the hospital?

Hold on, little Emma. Hold on!

Everything here has numbers.

Give me a number before you disappear, Emma.

First digit?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

And second digit? 1, 2, 3...

3, 2...

Thank you, Emma. That was kind of you.

Good evening.

Excuse me, can you tell me about Mary?

No, I don't know anyone -

named Mary.

Who's in the other bed?

It's Miss Krüger. She's in the pool right now.

They couldn't endure her constant begging.

So they opened up the pool -

even though it's late.

You won't get much out of talking to her.

She's... completely...

gaga. Old and gaga...

Old and gaga...

Thank you. Good night.

Old and gaga...

Who is Mary?

My name is Ellen.

My dad gave me a new doll today.

And how old are you, Ellen?

Nine years old.

- Do you know Mary? - Mary is sick.

She's in my dad's hospital.

She's coughing and has a disease in her lungs.

She has a humpback.

Mary has a humpback.

Do you know what year it is?

1919, of course.

Hasn't my doll got nice hair?

Her name is also Mary. It says so on her.

Do you want to see my dad? He's a doctor.

Yes, please.

The picture is underneath the pillow in the doll's carriage.

Is this you standing with your dad?

No, that's Mary.

They wrote a song about Mary. Should I sing it?

Can I borrow the picture?

In the hall of the infirmary

filled with beds for care and rest

lay a little, sickened girl

golden hair and weak in chest.

Lay a little, sickened girl

golden hair and weak in chest.

She won the hearts of all around her

as she lay there good and mild.

Carried out her pain and suffering

brave and proud, this little child.

Carried out her pain and suffering

brave and proud, this little child.

Stig!

Hi.

Where's the elevator? Or the stairs?

Say hi to my friend here. He grew up in Haiti.

He can tell you about zombies. He works in the stables.

I don't give a shit about zombies. If I can choose between zombies -

and the staircase, I take the staircase.

- Wow, I had a bad dream! - You need to answer a questionnaire.

- I don't have time. - You won't get your money.

- Good evening, Madsen. - Hi, Bulder.

- Anything going on? - Nah, it's pretty quiet.

Dispatch, the Kingdom.

Hold on.

- It's that call again. - Then record it, goddammit!

This is emergency vehicle 12.

We're approaching the hospital via Nørre Allé.

Lights and sirens.

Emergency vehicle... That sounds like 100 years ago.

Call the police. These calls come in every night.

Bongo!

Dear sweet, little Bongo!

Bulder!

- Her name is Mary. - Mary?

"A helping hand from Copenhagen. The famous professor Åge Krüger -

was back in his hometown Skelhøje last week -

to inform the 6-year-old Mary Jensen, also from Skelhøje -

about a vacancy in his department at the hospital in Copenhagen."

"Mary is looking forward to visiting the capital -

and she thanks the professor."

- There's also a picture. - Mary had a little lamb.

Hi.

Thanks for the microscope.

I don't have any plans tonight.

I thought you did, now that you have it.

Don't you have any research?

I know I've played hard to get.

I like you, too.

The thing is, I was in love with someone else.

And you're not anymore?

I don't know. He left a couple of months ago.

I don't think he's coming back.

It doesn't bother me that you've been with a guy a few months ago.

- You really thought so? - It's not that simple.

I'm pregnant.

Okay.

- Is that good or bad? - It's good.

I want a child. I want his child.

But maybe that would be too complicated for you.

Listen, sweetheart.

I'm...

I'm pretty crazy about you -

pregnant or not.

If you have a child, I'll obviously love your child as well.

Did you think I'd love your child less, when I'm not the father?

I guess I did.

- Damn, what an idiot. - Who?

The guy who ditched such a beautiful girl.

- Åge. - Yes, Åge.

What an asshole.

- Ah... - What's wrong?

- I got a little dizzy. - Shit, yes, you're pregnant!

I already forgot. Come here. Lie down, carefully.

- We need to take your temperature. - Why?

And you call yourself a doctor!

Shut up. You can't be too careful.

Maybe it'll increase a little.

"How grand and green this forest stands -

coocoo, coocoo, fallerah!"

Hans Christian Andersen, Denmark's national poet.

"Coocoo, coocoo, fallerah."

Those idiots aren't just silly -

they are damn dangerous.

Danish scum!

Bongo...

If it's Mary we've been chasing all day, then where's the lamb?

It's the dog!

This was the second episode of the Kingdom.

I'd like to thank you once again for watching our little series.

It seems like Mrs. Drusse is onto something.

In true Miss Marple style she follows the leads doggedly -

knowing it could wheedle her into trouble.

I'm pretty satisfied with this episode, which is both poetic and captivating.

Maybe you don't agree at all and think the story is predictable and sad.

Have a look at your own life. Is it habit-filled and monotonous?

If so, then cherish the safeness of the familiar.

But if, on the other hand, your life is exciting and demanding, then enjoy -

this little break from the caviar with a peep into triviality.

My name is Lars von Trier, and 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 the good with the evil.