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She's here!

Emergency vehicle 12 here. We're driving to the hospital.

We get those calls every night.

Is her name Mary?

Mary is ill. She's in my father's hospital.

- Is that you with your father? - No, that's Mary.

Mona's mother has filed a complaint.

It's a good thing you're in the Lodge now.

We have Brethren on the Medico-Legal Council.

This Mona story is haunting me.

I won't tolerate this!

I advise you to bring that head back where you found it.

Even the slightest lead that connects a certain stolen body part to you -

will lead to immediate suspension and police charges.

After ten years, a marvelous hepatosarcoma has finally turned up.

The doctor wants to cut up Dad.

But I cannot get my hands on it! Help me help science.

I'm pregnant.

Do you honestly think I'll love it any less if it isn't mine?

The guy who ditched such a beautiful girl... What an asshole.

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 3 A Foreign Body.

Hello.

Your car is as good as new.

I ordered repairs of the roof of my Volvo 850 GLT -

and the delivery of said car to my private parking space.

- Your space has been canceled. - Danish nonsense!

Where are the cones to mark my parking space? The red plastic ones?

Stop by that Golf. Right there on the corner.

It's my parking space, and they're my parking cones.

- The cones are yours? - Yes!

I talked to my supervisor. No one has private parking spaces.

Besides, they were blocking the access road for the ambulances.

What the hell do ambulances have to do with it?! They can go around.

We've had two ambulances that had to back up numerous times.

Where's your supervisor? Nobody touches my cones!

- You're a lucky man. - What?

The boss is in. But he's in an important meeting at the moment.

I'd like payment up front.

Good Lord!

This can't be. I mean...

October 12, 00:35.

This is emergency vehicle 12.

We're approaching the hospital via Nørre Allé, lights and sirens.

October 13, 00:35.

This is emergency vehicle 12.

We're approaching the hospital via Nørre Allé, lights and sirens.

Etcetera, etcetera.

The building is falling apart. And now those pranks!

We traced the calls, of course.

Bulder has an idea where the calls are coming from.

I do?

Yes. You said you thought you knew where they were coming from.

Excellent. From where?

Bulder would hate to accuse anyone without proper cause.

But couldn't you call Bulder on his radio the next time they call?

We'll do anything.

SKELETON KEY FOR B.023 FOUND MEET ME AT ELEVATOR SHAFT 7, 1 P.M.

That one. That's your locker, right?

- Yes. - Did you lose your key?

- No... - Okay, good for you.

Or it wouldn't be safe to store... you know.

I'm not. It was stolen.

What the hell am I gonna do? If Bondo gets his hands on it...

Then that's what it means.

The skeleton key!

The one who took it wants to meet with you today.

- In elevator shaft 7. - I don't want to meet him.

I just want to forget about the stupid head.

- He's probably already told Bondo. - Then why would he post that?

Elevator shaft 7, where the hell is that?

Why did you say I knew where the calls are coming from?

Don't you see that it must be connected -

to the ambulance Hansen was talking about?

The calls are obviously coming from there.

We can finally reap the benefits of the 78 driving lessons you took.

Fill up the car.

- We're going for a drive tonight. - Mom!

Everyone is here and yet we're missing some.

Everyone is here and yet we're missing some.

- Here... - is Krogshøj.

And Rigmor.

- And Judith. - And...?

Helmer.

And...

Helmer.

Helmer.

I'm sorry. Your heart just isn't in it, Stig.

I can tell. Crossed arms. Your whole body language.

It's your way of saying: Don't get too close.

Perhaps I'm taking this too far. You're from a different culture.

I'm just trying to awaken the team spirit.

It must be hard for Helmer to keep up.

Helmer may be the most hard-working of us all.

How many of you saw the Danish Medical Journal this morning?

Excellent work, Stig. Impressive research.

You should've submitted the article to the Lancet.

I don't know how you do it. I'm impressed.

Perhaps Dr. Helmer could explain why he ordered a drop for Mrs. Drusse?

It would be nice to know what the attending's plan is.

What do you mean?

I didn't admit Mrs. Drusse. The Danish medical corps did.

I assume the Danish medical corps have a treatment plan.

But if there is no plan, I am forced to make those calls.

So I say: Send Mrs. Drusse to the otologist.

An otological examination? Nothing indicates Mrs. Drusse can't hear.

I have, initially in a normal tone of voice -

then with increased volume, yelled at Mrs. Drusse:

"Stay in bed, goddammit!"

It would appear Mrs. Drusse didn't hear me -

so send the old hag to the otologist. She's deaf as a door nail, dammit.

The noise of the living will now go silent in this room.

I call upon a spirit.

Are you here, Mary from Skelhøje?

I know you're here because you have something to tell me.

If you are here, Mary from Skelhøje -

make your presence known.

I have lit a candle to you.

I have heard you crying in the elevator.

So now I must ask you: Were you locked up?

Blow at the flame -

if your answer is yes.

Were you crying because you were locked up?

No?

Were you crying because your sick lungs caused you pain?

No?

But your lungs are diseased, aren't they?

No?

Now you're making me all confused.

We're you crying because someone had failed you?

Who?

Who failed you?

Someone in your family?

Why won't you let me talk to Mary from Skelhøje?

I must ask the other spirit present to leave us.

Why may I not speak to Mary from Skelhøje?

Mary? Mary, are you here?

Are you still here, Mary? Mary, are you here?

You see, Helmer, it's important to me -

that we make a positive mark on the department.

Operation Morning Air.

Don't you get the sense that things are running smoother now?

Have you seen the drawings we've put up?

They're from Pediatrics. Children and Morning Air!

It's about finding the positives.

I think I've come up with a solution to Professor Bondo's problem.

That would please him and the other brothers.

That's 'magnifique'. Isn't that how you say it?

- Do we have time to stop by him? - Yes.

Oh, no.

Mona!

That little, chubby Swede. Who the hell does he think he is?

He's presenting your research results in that article.

You don't do that. Maybe in Sweden, but not in Denmark, dammit.

I'd like to see the Mona report. I just know he made a mistake.

You're taking this too much to heart. He does mention me in the article.

Mention? He's ripping you off, don't you see that?

That Åge fella cheated you, too.

Well, he never made any promises.

He was actually really nice.

- Would you like to see him? - Not especially.

I'll take this.

There's a time to remember and a time to forget.

Can you feel it's grown?

Yeah, that's actually incredible. Was he a big man, this Åge fella?

I've already forgotten.

I'm having an ultrasound today. Will you come?

Yes. Of course.

- What the hell are you doing? - I made contact.

She came forward.

But someone wanted to prevent her from answering.

She said she wasn't ill, which is very odd -

but perhaps she didn't know.

It may be time for a talk with Professor Bondo.

Don't tell me you know Professor Bondo, too.

Know and know...

I had a relationship with his father, Archibald Bondo, in 1944.

It was described in detail in the Easter edition of the Messenger.

They didn't have much to write about in volume 23.

That's also when I met his son, a fairly simple-minded boy.

Never heard of him. What happened?

He died, that's what happened. And I never heard from him since.

He was a lot older than me and a real charlatan.

- Where are we going? - To Ear, Nose and Throat.

Department of Otolaryngology, yes... why not?

Perhaps we could stop by Professor Bondo's office.

No.

That sounded just like you said no to your own mother.

I thought you cared for me. But clearly, you don't.

Mom, goddammit!

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

I heard...

that the family of your hepato patient did not consent to an autopsy.

I realize that you Danes constantly try to complicate everything -

and make things as difficult as possible, but I succeeded -

in finding a piece of paper that clearly states -

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

That could work to our advantage.

How do you mean?

There is no longer any legal obstacle for transplanting the liver.

But who would want a liver with a malignant tumor?

We take a terminal patient whose family agrees to an autopsy -

transplant the liver to him, and then when the terminal patient dies -

which happens fairly quickly, the liver is ours.

Is that a joke?

Do you have a particular patient in mind?

This isn't the otology department. Can't you find your way around anymore?

A joke? If so, then everything around here is a joke.

The idea is interesting, but it's lacking in the ethics department.

You cannot do as you please with people's bodies.

No, but I'm talking about the future of non-profit research.

I'm afraid your deliberations mean nothing to Bondo.

Gentlemen, excuse me, I have students to teach.

I will now examine your hearing.

- My hearing is just fine. - That's what we're here to ascertain.

We know that the healthy ear emits a faint tone -

and by measuring it we can measure your hearing.

Like with ringing in your ear?

No. This tone can only be heard if you enhance it.

First, I'll record the tone in your inner ear -

then I enhance the signal -

and transfer it numerous times, until the computer has isolated the tone.

I am placing a small microphone in your ear.

I think I'm perfectly capable of hearing that tone.

The other day I heard a girl crying on top of the elevator.

- No one else heard it. - You must have very fine hearing.

Batshit crazy old hag!

And how's it going with the Mona case?

Has the medical examiner calmed down?

You said that someone had spilled coffee on the anesthesiology report.

So that it was illegible. Typically Danish.

Such outrageous sloppiness.

You're right, Stig. But I was an idiot.

It dawned on me that we have a copy in the archive.

A copy? Of what?

Of the anesthesiology report. It's written on carbon paper.

The original goes in the patient file, and the copy goes in the archive.

That's how it's done in Denmark.

So as long as there's no coffee on the copy, it's plain sailing.

But I'm glad you mentioned it. I must get the copy for the medical examiner.

The meeting in the Lodge tonight... I took the liberty of telling them -

that you will help with the decorating.

You're so clever with your hands, surgeon's hands and all that.

We must all contribute with our skills.

I hope you don't take offense to that.

No... no...

No... No...

There'll be no class today.

There's something I have to do.

- What do you want? - It was my turn to present today.

I can't guarantee it'll stick.

I've been reading up on the digestive system for no reason.

When will I ever need to know about the amylase enzyme?

Maybe when you become a doctor.

Professor Bondo speaking. I'm sorry to bother you again.

It's regarding Zakariasen, the hepatosarcoma patient I'm treating.

Can you send me a new blood test?

A big dollop. Like the compatibility tests we use for transplants.

Yes, thank you. And preferably soon.

The recording is all done. Now it just needs to be filtered.

If you would wait in the waiting room.

May I stay and watch how you do it?

Sure. I don't see why not.

What does it mean when you push all those buttons?

It's automatic. The machine cleanses the sound again and again -

so that we get closer and closer to the faint tone and make it audible.

That's the tone. You're right. You have excellent hearing.

Would it be possible to enhance the sound in a room without that tone?

What do you mean?

Something could be hiding in the silence.

Not inside our box. It's been checked over and over.

- Well, I think I heard something. - No.

- The box is completely insulated. - I thought I heard something.

No.

Could you enhance the sound in the box with no people in it?

For God's sake, let's enhance the silence, by all means.

Rigmor. It's that damned report.

Moesgaard claims there's a copy of the report in the archive.

Yes. The original goes in the patient file and the copy goes in the archive.

But don't you understand?!

Did you only pour coffee on the original and not the copy?

You're right! The copy had been removed. I didn't think of that.

We must get our hands on it before the medical examiner does.

That would be stupid now that Moesgaard is looking for it.

It's you! You're so damn lazy.

You cannot just access the archive. There's a lot of security.

You can requisition it, but then you must sign for it.

Don't you understand that we have to destroy it?

If the medical examiner gets his hands on it -

I'll be kicked out. Then I'm done for.

Rigmor, tell me. Is that what you're hoping for?

How can you say that? It's not that incriminating anyway.

Right... I think I'll have to get it myself.

I'm a tired old man.

If you're planning to break into the archive, forget it. It's impossible.

And it wouldn't really serve you -

to be caught with your hands on the case files of the complaint.

Look. Not a sound other than the background noise.

What's that?

Why do I have to be killed?

No insulation is powerful enough if you keep enhancing the sound.

Some sounds will always penetrate it. It may be a radio playing downstairs.

Why...

Why do I...

Why do I have to be killed?

Why do I have to be killed?

...Killed.

Noise and voices can bounce back and forth between the walls.

Or between souls.

- Are you coming? - I'm meeting someone.

- Hi, Hook. - Hi, what have you got?

Half-empty bottles of the good eye drops.

I'll take those. Any news?

Nah, except for ambulances driving around on their own -

and bleeding girls in the elevator shafts.

- What do you mean? - It's Bulder and his crazy mom.

Ghosts everywhere. They're transparent, and that's how you recognize them.

Kiss my ass.

Talk to Mrs. Drusse if you see any. She'll be thrilled.

Jesus.

- I've heard about that girl. - Kiss my ass.

Come on in, Mogge.

Ghosts at the Kingdom. How about that? If that isn't interesting...

- Kiss my ass. - Have a seat.

I handle all the stuff no one needs.

Get rid of it or channel it to where someone does need it.

The eye drops, for instance. Who needs two half-empty bottles of eye drops?

- I don't know. - Right.

They used to toss them out, but I established a system.

The eye drops are used as an anaesthesia and contain 0.4% cocaine.

I place them here. The lampshade is always hot -

and after about an hour the cocaine has been distilled.

Fine quality.

You'd be amazed at how many doctors would pay for a bag like this.

Recycling. And a bit of imagination.

This one, for instance.

- How many could use a head like this? - No one, I'd say.

Right, like the eye drops.

You wouldn't expect a severed head to hold any value for anyone.

But then suddenly it does.

Who might need something like this?

Professor Bondo? Sure, to have a student expelled.

Or a student who doesn't want to be expelled? What do I know?

You said you had some work for me. What did you have in mind?

All sorts of things. I'm counting on long-term employment.

This is just a precaution.

So that no one takes off with the rubbing alcohol.

Mogge, there's something you can do for me right now. I need help with Helmer.

Right after he started working here, he supervised an operation -

on a girl called Mona.

Mind your head. The same operation there's now a complaint file on.

Helmer claimed that a minor hemorrhage occurred during surgery.

But a minor hemorrhage doesn't cause major brain damage, now does it?

You were there during the operation. What happened?

I don't know. I don't have any experience with operations.

All I remember is that Rigmor spilt coffee all over her papers.

On the anesthesiology report? That sounds incredibly clumsy.

But I find it interesting that you tell me that.

You can start by getting me a copy of that report from the archive.

Talk to Jensen in Tech. He owes me a favor.

We need to get hold of Mary's medical file.

- I'm sure it'll tell us a thing or two. - Didn't you say she died in 1919?

Yes, but they keep the files. They use them in their research.

There must be an archive.

We can't get in there. There's an alarm.

Don't tell me you don't know how.

You, who found the cookie jar underneath my closet!

- I didn't take those cookies. - Just find out how we get in.

Talk to Madsen in Dispatch. He must know.

- I'm here to see Jensen. - He's in the supervisor's office.

- Are you Jensen? - Maybe. Why?

- Krogshøj sent me. - Hook? What for?

- You owe him a favor. - Maybe. What is it?

- The PIN code for the archive alarm. - No can do.

Only Mrs. Kågård has that. And she's the epitome of integrity.

But I could give you a tip. Every night at 9, we test the backup power system.

Didn't you once tell me there was a way to get into the archive?

Yes.

- But I can't give you the PIN code. - No, no.

Mrs. Kågård has it, and she's the epitome of integrity.

But there's another way.

When we test the backup power system at 9 p.m., it turns on and off.

And the alarm system is ancient.

When the backup power kicks in, it takes a while for it to work.

So you have 30 seconds to disconnect the alarm without the PIN code -

and enter with a master key.

- You didn't hear it from me. - No, no.

- How far along are you? - 11 weeks.

- Hi. - Hi.

This fetus is at least 25 weeks.

You should know.

We demonstrated the machine to the interns a while back.

You demonstrated it on me. I wasn't pregnant then.

Oh, that's right. I didn't think it was that long ago.

Anyway, he looks just perfect.

- Here you go. - It's a boy?

It's a little boy.

And in the archive sat case upon case on a rack -

stored orderly and neat -

though back was front, and front was back -

sheet upon sheet.

What do you mean?

It is a funny thing, memory.

They cut into the memory, and now they want to go to the archive.

Who?

The attending and the old lady and the student.

The archive seems so peaceful, but...

But?

All the pain is gathered there.

Each letter is printed in blood.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

I'm just getting something from the archive -

but there's no one there right now, so I'm waiting.

Why are you here?

It's a secret, but...

I work for the tech department.

Things have gone missing from the archive lately.

There'll be a glitch in the alarm system for a few seconds at 9 p.m.

So I'm guarding it until it's been fixed.

- It's closed for the day. - Oh?

- Probably a misunderstanding, then. - Yes.

- Good night. - Bye-bye.

This is huge.

Where's the patient file?

- I didn't get it. - Argh, you're impossible.

Mom, they must've seen me coming.

I really tried acting all natural and relaxed.

The only time I've ever seen you all natural and relaxed was in 1972 -

on Easter Brew Day when you tried to convince us all -

the alcohol percentage in an Easter Brew was lower than in a light beer.

At all other times you exude a constant guilty conscience.

That might have something to do with you.

If you want anything done, you have to do it yourself.

I'll meet you at the archive in one hour.

I'm having a séance first with the staff.

What staff?

Sceptical, yet curious representatives of the natural sciences, as they say.

- You cheated... - Off you go.

Whoopty.

Gentlemen.

- Are you here for the Haitian secrets? - No, I'm just here to get some coffee.

I'm afraid it's cold. We'll brew some.

I never said it had to be hot! I'll take it cold!

Absolutely not. The attending must have hot coffee.

Please.

- Why didn't you just grab the report? - It didn't feel right.

You have a lot to learn.

Good thing you noticed it wasn't locked and that the alarm wasn't activated.

It's a sensor. It registers even the slightest movement.

We'll leave now, lock the door and activate the alarm.

- You locked him in. - No shit.

- Are you coming to my office? - Nah, I need to get some sleep.

Judith from Neuro.

The material I requisitioned from the archive hasn't arrived.

I know it's closed, but could you send someone?

I need it tonight. Thank you.

- Where did you get the PIN code? - From Mrs. Kågård, of course.

- Isn't she the epitome of integrity? - Yes, but she's also a spiritualist.

Dammit!

Oh, Mrs. Drusse.

You're shaking with excitement. What will the attending say?

Isn't this exciting?

You know what, Mrs. Drusse? I have no explanation. None!

You of all people should understand. You who dabble in the inexplicable.

But surely you can feel some empathy for me.

Imagine walking around here like an attending fool clueless as to why!

Tell me that you know... that I'm also just a human being.

Oh... okay, then.

Who knows where they keep the old files...

Lie still.

I am lying still. I'm completely exhausted.

Can't we leave out the injections today? I can easily fall asleep without them.

Is that the screen that tells you what someone is thinking?

If I think about you, will the sexual center light up?

The libido, Mogge. Turn around.

Okay, I've sold my body to science, after all.

You should donate your body, too.

If I were to assess it, it would get high marks.

Ouch!

I'm glad I caught you.

We have 42 napkins in the Lodge that need folding.

THE CENTRAL LABORATORY URGENT

- Come in. - Hello.

I apologize for the intrusion.

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

If I say: The Messenger...

Easter edition, what do you say?

Nothing.

Archibald and I received the spirits' blessings in 1943.

I remember you.

You're the simple-minded woman who nearly drove my father mad.

What can I do for you? I have a meeting.

It's regarding a purely scientific, spiritual problem.

I have had contact with a young girl, Mary Jensen, who died in 1919.

Could you take a quick look at her file and tell us what she died from?

She died of tuberculosis. It's right there. "Cause of death: TB."

Hardly a complicated question.

And can one be sure that that was the actual cause of death?

"Extensive necrosis of the pulmonary tissue." No.

That doesn't sound like TB. It's more like acid damage.

What is acid damage?

It occurs after inhalation of acid gasses or chlorine.

Did they use acid gasses in the treatment of TB?

I don't know what unpleasantness they experimented with back then -

but I wouldn't want to be the recipient.

Shall I help you, Miss?

- Oh, no. - What is wrong?

- It is stuck on the plate. - That could ruin the whole batch.

People can be ruined like that, too.

We must redo them all. It will be a long night.

And morning, too.

- Where might one find a drink? - Over by the anesthetist.

- When will I be relieved here? - Hurry up, Helmer.

How hard can those napkins be? Aren't surgeons dexterous people?

You must take over the bar.

I hear that Helmer came up with the idea -

of using Zakariasen's liver for transplant.

I didn't know Swedes had a sense of humor.

- Ah yes, the late Zakariasen. - Late? Zakariasen isn't dead.

Close enough. He's been brain dead for 24 hours.

It's going downhill fast.

Sorry, old boy. Another hepatosarcoma will turn up -

in the next 5-10 years, you'll see.

Bondo, Pathology.

Do you have the result of the compatibility test I sent you?

Aha...

Thank you.

Full compatibility.

- I request the floor. - In the middle of the anaesthesia?

- I request acute address. - Acute address?

Brethren, allow me to interrupt the bacchanal.

Absolutely acute! Brother Bondo has asked to speak.

Dear Brethren.

Dear Lodge.

I request your immediate help on a liver transplant.

May one ask: Who is the donor?

Svend Zakariasen in Professor Ulrich's own ward.

- And... - The hepatosarcoma patient.

And the recipient?

Me.

I just received word that the donor and I are fully compatible.

What?

He wants the hepatosarcoma transplanted to himself.

He's lost his mind!

Stig!

- Easy now, Stig. - Let go!

I'll punch him!

Order! Brother Bondo still has the floor.

I'll punch him!

The only legal and ethical way -

of obtaining the hepatosarcoma is to transplant it to myself.

If the liver is implanted and works for a few minutes -

right of ownership will be transferred to me.

You then immediately re-implant my old liver and finish the operation.

Have you even considered the consequences for the medical corps?

Don't you see that our credibility is at stake here?

What will it lead to if we doctors personally put ourselves at risk?

The doctor is at the right end of the scalpel, and that's as it should be!

The extraction can be done by Professor Ulrich in his OR.

However, the implantation is another matter.

And where might that take place? In the janitor's restroom?

The preparations have been done.

With the help of Dr. Krogshøj, I have access to the emergency hospital -

in the basement under the hospital. It is fully operational.

- He solicited help outside the Lodge? - Krogshøj has helped the Lodge before.

That's correct.

Dear Brethren.

What say the Lodge?

Let's hear from our Brethren on the Medico-Legal Council -

and the Ethics Committee. What say the Ethics Committee?

Cheers.

- And the Medico-Legal Council? - We will not operate.

Not until I have attained full compatibility with a gin and tonic.

Dear Brethren. This bacchanal turned out a bit different than expected -

but highly interesting. Off to the emergency hospital.

The ambulance arrives in two minutes.

They say they'll be here in two minutes.

An operation like this is inconsistent with the Hippocratic oath.

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

The Lodge pledge supersedes everything in the outside world.

In the Lodge hall, the Laws of the Brethren rule.

But the emergency hospital isn't the Lodge hall!

I brought regalia. We shall consecrate an extraordinary lodge hall.

There it is.

As this was your idea, Helmer, I think you should assist.

Locus elect us!

Locus elect us.

Locus elect us.

Locus elect...

They've spotted us.

Here you go. The material from the archive.

- Good. - You just need to sign for it.

- Thank you. - Okay. All done.

Drive up alongside it, Bulder. Let's see if we can see her.

- They're bringing the organ now. - Wait. Let me see it.

We need to start the anaesthesia now.

If anything goes wrong, I donate my body to science.

I wish to be part of the specimen collection.

No transplants...

In her grave she safely rests...

Suture.

Suture, Helmer!

Moesgaard, will you take over?

After such a lengthy winter

she has walked the path to God.

"In her grave she safely rests." I wonder where that is, Bulder.

I wonder where she was buried.

The organ is in place, and we have circulation.

Good. In two minutes we re-implant Bondo's own organ.

Tetra Pak... yes.

Volvo... yes.

Pripps Blue... yes.

Björn Borg... yes.

Hep Stars... yes.

I am here.

I have no idea how I ended up here.

And I ask myself what the hell I'm doing here.

Danish scum.

BP's dropping.

Elevate his legs!

Calcium.

Come on.

Adrenaline, stat.

- Will we make it? - No.

- We have to close him up! - With a tumor in his liver?

- We end this now! - You can't be serious.

If we don't, he won't leave this table alive.

The fool...

Argh, Bulder!

We have to get the file again and see where she was buried.

- Are you hurt? - No!

There must be a receipt from the mortuary.

Maybe it says where she is.

"Mustn't be removed from the mortuary."

"Internal use."

What does "internal use" mean?

Thanks for this. It might come in handy.

What's wrong? Did you see a ghost?

Internal use...

Internal use...

Internal...

Mary!

Once again we have been gathered around the Kingdom.

Behind the eccentric, the charming, the insane, we find the sinister.

Perhaps this background is where man's evil appears the sharpest.

Drusse finally found her ghost, Dr. Bondo found his sarcoma.

Will conquest bring them happiness?

Unfortunately, the object of their desire may end up dragging them down.

And Helmer? Let me put it this way:

This napkin was shaped with twelve simple folds.

Compared to the windings of the human brain, a very simple prototype.

And this is Helmer's version. Not very impressive, is it?

The truth about our abilities will always come to light.

An unpleasant thought, isn't it?

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.