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- Why do I have to be killed? - Your lungs are diseased, aren't they?

It doesn't look like TB. It looks more like acid damage.

Was it someone in your family?

He was actually very nice. Would you like to see him?

I want his child.

I'll take that. There's a time to remember and a time to forget.

How is it going with the Mona affair?

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

There's a copy in the archive.

You spilt coffee on the original and not the copy? We have to get it.

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

But then suddenly it does.

Start your career with me by getting me the copy of the report from the archive.

Thanks for this. It might come in handy.

Dear Lodge. I request your help on a liver transplant.

He wants the hepatosarcoma transplanted into himself.

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

- His BP is dropping. - We have to close him up.

With a malignant tumor in his liver?

Did you see a ghost?

We must find out where she's buried.

"Mustn't be removed from the mortuary."

Internal use?

Mary!

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 4 The Living Dead

The boss is here.

There's an opening for a parking space, if you'd like to talk to him.

Whoops.

This morning will be a very special morning.

Special how?

The humans are not as they usually are.

Who?

The young doctor who lives in the basement -

is a little afraid of the woman he loves who is having a child.

- Why? - He thinks she is a ghost.

And she is not?

No, she is not.

And the man who cuts the dead has a part of a dead man in his stomach.

It will be a very strange morning.

And the Swede who is always angry is angry no more.

That is not good.

No, that is not good, not good at all.

Look at you! You look so different.

It's the shock. I'm a broken man.

Smile. Smile, dammit.

Krogshøj now has the copy of the report. I don't understand how.

And now the medical examiner has laid his heavy hands on it.

I'm handing in my resignation to Moesgaard.

Stig!

I want you to know that I can handle all the half-wits around here -

but Moesgaard and all his nonsense...

He's deadly.

Hello, Helmer.

Einar.

Thank you for my time here.

For as long as I live I shall remember you and your department -

as the... very best. Thank you.

Thank you, Stig. That is very nice of you.

I suppose the medical examiner is pleased now that he has the copy?

No, no. It's gone. I requisitioned it, but it's nowhere to be found.

What? But...

I thought Krogshøj had it... Doesn't he?

The copy has vanished without a trace.

Can't we just say it was ruined by spilt coffee as well?

And tossed out. It will look better for us than if it just got lost.

Indeed.

We administrators are a bit sensitive about our archives.

Can you back me up in this?

- Since it's you, of course. - Thank you, Stig.

You're right. She doesn't stay in bed. This has gone far enough.

Mrs. Drusse, remember you're a patient in this hospital.

Yes, but I am going to a funeral.

Dear Mrs. Drusse. You must pardon the attending.

His views on patients and beds are a bit, shall we say antiquated.

If Mrs. Drusse feels up to having a bit of fun -

such as, say a funeral, what would be the harm?

So, Einar. It's time for the morning briefing, come.

I didn't know you had to bring your own crucifix to the mortuary.

- Mrs. Drusse. - Yes?

- There's a letter for you. - Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

We have morning briefing. Aren't you coming?

Oh, right!

"Dear Mrs. Drusse.

Mary was a bad girl yesterday.

She got out of bed and ran across the heath."

Help!

Don't! I don't want to!

Mommy!

"Father had to go after her in the emergency vehicle.

They caught her on Lyngby Road."

- Don't! Put me down! - Damned mutt!

"She promised never to disobey us again. Regards Ellen Krüger."

Do it, Bulder.

Mary Jensen...

we bury you on the grounds of the old hospital mortuary -

in the hope that your little troubled soul may now rest in peace.

From dust thou came.

To dust thou shall return.

And from dust thou shall rise again.

Do you think it'll work?

We have a proposal in our suggestion box.

It's about our authority, Helmer.

The sender, who is anonymous...

writes:

"I regard it as inappropriate that only attendings are authorized -

to order a CT scan, and I suggest that the right of prescription -

is made available to all doctors in the department."

Allow me to propose a compromise:

We designate a person who, at the absence of attendings -

is authorized to initialize the more expensive examinations.

What do you think, Helmer?

No...

I fail to see the advantage.

Or perhaps...

What is it they say? "New times, new customs."

Krogshøj is the man we want.

He has the competence.

Excellent move, Helmer. Before we part:

A little bird has whispered in my ear -

something which is highly confidential and which mustn't leave this room.

Can you hear me in the back?

I attended a gathering at the hospital director's last night.

The rumors of Operation Morning Air have spread to Parliament.

The Minister would like to do a little tour -

on an unofficial visit, at an entirely unofficial date -

to get a sense of how Morning Air has affected the work we do.

It's vital that we present ourselves as favorably as possible -

tomorrow evening, when the Minister comes. Thank you.

I want an explanation.

It's time to stop playing games.

Are you giving Moesgaard the report?

You'll have to decide sooner or later!

Well, for once, this is out of your control, Helmer.

Everyone gets to make a mistake if they learn from it.

What mistake? I didn't make a mistake.

If I read this report correctly, Mona's BP was too low...

for 20 minutes.

Your entry in her file says her BP was immediately stabilized.

20 minutes, Helmer!

No wonder Mona's brain is a little off.

A lot of brains are a little off.

It may look sloppy, but I have nothing to hide.

Then why are you so desperate the report doesn't reach the medical examiner?

He may misinterpret it, like you just did.

I want an explanation.

You've pursued me for months, and now you avoid me.

If it's the child, just say so. I wouldn't blame you for that.

It's not the child.

- It's just that... - What?

I know this sounds crazy.

But I have reason to believe...

you're a ghost.

A ghost?

There's a lot of that stuff going on in this hospital right now.

Listen... Maybe someone can help you.

You were transparent.

We'll see to that.

Stig, would you do me a favor?

The Minister is coming tomorrow night, and I promised to show him around.

But I don't think I can handle it.

Operation Morning Air is important to me.

It's like when I was a child and had made a drawing -

to show my mother, and which I was very proud of -

I'd run away. I couldn't face it.

I was lurking behind a door, but being there in the moment? No, no.

That's how I feel about tomorrow and the Minister's visit.

I'm proud of Operation Morning Air.

So proud that I want you to show them around. You can do it.

Would you do that for me?

Yes... Of course, Einar.

Excellent. I made the following plan:

The Minister arrives, and I'm nowhere to be found.

You step in and say that I was called to do surgery in Odense.

No, say Hamburg, or some place like that -

and that you will show him around in my place.

I'll set the intercom so you can hear when the Minister enters the building.

I'll lurk around in the wings and feel such joy when the Minister is impressed.

That's an excellent plan.

Thank you.

I'm off to see Bondo. Want to join me?

- Later... perhaps. - Good.

I am so full of despair.

Can you tell I've been crying?

Rigmor, I'm suffering!

- I am, and I know it's my own fault. - There, there, Stig.

Down deep you're a good and sweet man. I know that.

Yes, I am.

- You're already packed? - Yes, it's right there.

It's time to tell me where we're going.

No, no, my sweet. It's a surprise.

Surprise.

Where's the book on Haiti?

Aren't you interested in Haiti any longer?

Yes, but I didn't think you were.

Skip chapter three about how zombies become zombies -

due to some poison and not a curse like they used to think.

It takes the mystery out of it, but the rest of the book is wonderful.

- Zombies? - Yes. The living dead.

If you have enemies, they can be made zombies by an exorcist.

That leaves them in a coma in a mental institution for life.

Back in the day they thought it was a curse.

Now we know it's some sort of poison.

I see.

- Which chapter? - The third chapter. Just skip it.

When will I learn more about the surprise?

When you come back. When you come back.

- Okay, bye for now. - Yes, yes. Bye-bye.

Why do you look so ridiculously happy?

Not that it's any of your business, but Helmer has a surprise for me.

- A surprise? - Two tickets to Haiti. Today.

I heard him make the booking. I checked with the travel agent. I'm not an idiot.

- Where is Miss Krüger? - She's dead.

She died last night.

She thought you might come.

She wanted you to have this doll.

"I will not be needing my doll anymore," she said.

I'm very, very interested in Haiti.

Secret.

I'm very, very interested in zombies.

Secret.

I'm interested in the poison in Haiti that turns people into zombies.

Very secret.

I'm very interested in hiring someone -

who can show me around Haiti -

and I would like to know what that would cost.

10,000... plus provisions.

So, Bondo, here you lie with Zakariasen's liver, tumor and all.

I see we have preserved your liver. You want this?

"I contribute."

"Good feeling." Oh, is it now?

How is he doing? Any signs of rejection of the organ?

No rejection. I've never seen such compatibility.

Dr. Oswald will try to smuggle him into the scanner this afternoon.

We're searching for a new liver for you throughout Scandinavia.

It'll only be a few days, I assure you.

When I agreed to take over teaching while Professor Bondo is on vacation -

I expected the standard of the class to be significantly higher.

Do you even know the basics of pathology?

Have a look. Tell me what you see.

- A dead body. - So far, so good.

And how is that body doing?

- Well. - Well?

What the hell do you mean? It's metastasized up to its neck.

- How is the body well? - It contributes.

Contributes?

The law of the dead is to contribute. They've entered the great community.

You will go home and study till it comes out your ears.

I've never seen you as exhausted as after you started in the sleep lab.

- They fill me with all sorts of stuff. - So stop it!

No, when you start something, especially research...

If it's the nightmares that affect your sleep, you must do something about them.

- How? - I control my dreams.

You just turn your dream in a more pleasant direction.

Think about something you like.

You surprise me sometimes, Christian.

Maybe it's because you have interesting dreams, that you're so boring.

- Hi, honey. Will you tell me now? - What?

The surprise.

Surprise? What surprise?

Aha.

Oh, yes. Well, I did promise.

Sit down on this chair -

and look straight ahead.

No, close your eyes.

Cover your eyes with your hands. Cover them with your hands.

Don't look. No peeping.

- You looked! - No, no.

No peeping. No peeping. No peeping.

Oh, is it time for rounds?

No, we wanted to ask you something.

I certainly hope I can answer.

I'm afraid that Judith here...

whom I care for deeply -

is a ghost.

She was transparent.

As far as I can tell, she isn't anymore. Go stand in front of the window.

- Absolutely not. - Of course she isn't now. But she was.

And the little girl, who's a ghost herself, called her 'family'.

The little girl? What do you know about the little girl?

Nothing except a newly operated patient said that during the operation -

a little girl came and took his hand.

And when Judith passed by, the girl pointed to Judith and said "family".

That's all very interesting.

But I see that you're pregnant. How far along are you?

11 weeks, but the ultrasound said I was further along.

With that belly I'd say you were close to term. 38 or 39 weeks.

And that's a bit of a mess.

Do you think you are the father?

No, he left. Unfortunately, I'm not the father.

Oh, don't say that -

because I think something might be very wrong with that child.

Could the little girl have been pointing to Judith's belly and meant -

that the child inside you is family? That it's a spirit?

That would explain many of these irregularities.

I would like to meet the father.

I believe there are precedents. I just need to search the books.

- Precedents for what? - Spirits materializing as fetuses.

Some ghosts choose to enter this world by way of birth.

You're insane! Both of you!

Leave her alone.

It takes time to accept the astral plane.

But I should like to meet... the father.

May I look?

Is it time for my surprise?

Sure, if you think it's a surprise that Helmer is making a run for it in a taxi.

What do you mean?

It would appear he's taken off without you.

No, Stig would never do that.

He had his suitcases, and he wasn't alone.

- He wasn't alone? - Nope.

Stig Helmer... you rat!

Yes, it seems a bit neurotic.

Would you call him sexually under equipped?

I saw the old lady.

She passed us just now.

- Yes, she is uneasy tonight. - Is she afraid?

She is not afraid. She is uneasy.

She has prepared a big washing-up, but she cannot find the brush.

Can she not find the soap?

Tonight the old lady will find what she is missing.

- What are you talking about? - Your scans are here.

The sarcoma has grown.

Indeed it has.

Amazing.

It's still a relatively small sarcoma, though.

Small? What are you talking about? You're the expert, of course.

But it was big enough for Zakariasen to... I mean, he died.

I know my European sarcomas like the palm of my hand.

The Brussels sarcoma is the biggest. I saw it in the pathology collection.

They guard it well.

An American professor almost got away with it under his coat.

Any news on a new liver?

I haven't heard from Ulrich yet.

Just think of something you like.

Whoa. Mogge has some serious wet dreams.

Oh, Drusse.

You silly old woman.

It must be connected.

It must all be connected.

Mary, who failed you?

- I have heard you cry. - Lying in my father's hospital.

Used acid gasses in the treatment of TB...

This is emergency vehicle 12.

I compel the other spirit present to leave us, so I can speak to Mary.

Why do I have to be killed?

Why do I have to be killed?

Return to the hospital! You've run away for the last time, you freak of nature.

You want to kill me with the fumes.

Why do I have to be killed?

- Drive, goddammit! Where's the mutt? - I got the beast with my whip.

Let me go!

Disgusting!

Your crime shall never be forgotten...

Åge Krüger!

Yes, of course.

Let go of my doll.

Åge Krüger took my doll. He wants to give it to his own little girl.

But Mommy wrote my name on my doll. Let go!

I feel so bad.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mary, my little girl.

- I miss you, Mommy. - Where you are I cannot go.

It is a room I cannot enter.

He's given me the last dose.

I know he killed me!

My poor, poor little girl. How I wished I could help you.

I am not afraid to die.

Last night I dreamt we would meet in Heaven.

Why won't we meet in Heaven?

Lonely you shall wander, night upon night -

because no one would testify to the crimes of Åge Krüger.

- You know Åge Krüger, Mommy? - Yes, of course.

He is your father, Mary.

I know it's painful to hear, but I wonder if you didn't already know.

We were together in Skelhøje.

He was a noble man -

and I was just a poor woman.

I became with child and approached him when you were born.

He wanted to give me money, but I would not take it.

He had a wife and family.

I promised him to keep his name from you for seven years.

And on your 7th birthday, I would tell you. I had sworn to it.

I believed Åge Krüger when he said you had tuberculosis.

One could tell by the hump, he said.

He wanted to bring you to Copenhagen, to the hospital.

To make you well again, Mary.

But he lied.

I miss you, Mommy. I miss you.

I miss you too, Mary.

I miss you so very much, Mary.

I miss you.

Mary!

Help me, Mommy...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

How quiet it is.

For those who will not listen, it is quiet.

Oh, excuse me. I thought Stig was here.

Will you tell him that our explanation for the missing copy of the report -

did not go over well with the medical examiner?

There will be questions asked.

Will you break it to him gently? You know what he's like.

I suppose I could talk to him myself tonight. Yes.

And, pardon the interruption.

Could I get another bottle of the Lafite?

Are you sure you don't need more food?

- More provisions? - Yes, thank you.

- How did you sleep? - Okay. I dreamt.

- Pleasant or unpleasant dreams? - Definitely pleasant.

"Trial subject's memory of the dream."

At first it wasn't very pleasant, but then the dream changed.

There was this woman.

She caressed me. It was nice.

- She sat on top of me and... - Let's stick to the questionnaire.

But it says to describe my dream.

She got on top of me.

Scantily dressed, I might add.

Sexually aroused.

Very aroused.

She had on black lingerie.

- She grabbed my... - I think your film started.

Mogge, the business with the head you fooled around with...

- Did you end it like I asked you to? - Yes, of course.

Good. Glad to hear it.

You don't want something like that looming over your head.

- How's it going? - Well, thank you.

I found out some things about Mary.

- I meant your treatment. - Oh. It's come to a halt.

It's too bad they don't tend more to their patients.

But it does give us that much more time for Mary.

It appears she is reliving the awful last 24 hours of her life over and over.

She was admitted by Dr. Åge Krüger, who was actually her father.

He wanted to kill her because he didn't want anyone to know -

that he had a child out of wedlock.

Yes, it sounds dramatic, but that's life for you.

She was incarcerated in a room at the old hospital -

where elevator 7 is now.

And as she was given the painful inhalations of chlorine -

that Dr. Krüger claimed would help her tuberculosis -

which she didn't even have, she took off across the heath -

was captured by Åge Krüger in an emergency vehicle -

and brought back to the hospital -

where he gave her the final and lethal dose of chlorine.

Do you see it now?

Argh, of course you don't. But we must act now.

Mary shouldn't wait any longer. She must be reunited with her mother tonight.

Uh...

My sweet boy. Always the man with a constructive commentary.

Mary needs an exorcism.

There must be three of us. An exorcism requires three people.

Perhaps we should ask a doctor to attend.

It might get quite dramatic.

- I'm busy. - Then run along.

One has to do everything oneself. But remember, exorcism tonight.

Where's the fella from Haiti who tends to the rats?

No idea. Anything I can do?

No, I'll handle it myself.

And perhaps I'm the only one who can save her.

Ghosts want to find rest, but various things can prevent them from that.

The last time we spoke I sensed that you have a flair for these matters.

She's a sweet little girl. You'd be doing her a great service.

I have a picture of her here.

- Who's the man? - Her father, who killed her.

- What was his name again? - Dr. Krüger.

- First name? - Åge.

- Åge? - Yes, Åge.

If you decide to help us, we convene at elevator 5 in the basement -

just before 2 a.m. tonight.

We've got it. A Finnish liver.

It's a bit worn, but cheer up, Bondo. We'll implant it tonight.

Shush. He's sleeping.

I don't like the emergency hospital. Isn't there some other place?

It's high time Moesgaard did a little something for the Lodge.

Yes, he has an excellent OR.

Let's admit Bondo to Neuro and operate him under a different name.

Moesgaard won't like having it under his roof.

Then we shouldn't tell him.

Yes... one is as good as the other.

The patient has now been admitted for surgery under the name Brewer.

As it's regarding the liver, that seems highly appropriate.

Hi.

I know why you're here -

but there's nothing wrong with my child.

So you don't find it odd that it's grown to four kilos in just 12 weeks?

There's nothing wrong with my child.

Jesus, honey. You work with amniocentesis.

You know it only takes a dot on a chromosome -

for people to choose abortion. And you don't object to that.

You're only in the 12th week. You can still terminate the pregnancy.

I hate myself for saying this, but you're running a huge risk.

I'm probably further along. I just remembered wrong.

No, you're not wrong. You weren't pregnant three months ago.

You had an ultrasound to demonstrate the machine. I checked the date.

There's even a print of it.

There's something very wrong with that child.

Even if you don't believe in ghosts.

I know a gynecologist who'll do it.

She's seen the papers and she'll approve an abortion before the 12th week...

in spite of the size of the fetus.

We can do it in the neurosurgical ward for discretion.

I know you don't believe in ghosts, but I got a picture of the girl -

who's been rummaging around the hospital for some time now.

She's standing next to her father.

He killed her with chlorine gas in 1919.

Thank you for the loan of the picture of Åge.

Please leave now.

Is he kicking?

I know you love him -

but he can't be allowed to live.

It's best if he dies now.

If he doesn't die now, he will never find peace, will he?

I only want what's best for him -

because he's my little brother.

Bye.

Ouch.

Ouch!

Ouch!

Yes?

Hello. I would like to see the hospital chaplain.

Yes, that's me... as long as it's not about diseases.

- Pardon me? - A little joke, of course.

- What brings you here? - Thank you.

We are colleagues of sorts -

so I would like to ask you a technical question.

- Colleagues? - It's about souls.

I wanted to ask you if you know -

how to exorcise, say a ghost.

You might learn more about that -

in the psychiatric ward, where you clearly belong.

Back in the day it was the priests who knew about these matters.

So you expect me to pull out some dusty old book -

because I have folklore as my hobby?

Yes, something like that.

- Page 185 FF. - Thank you.

It requires several items made of exorcism wood.

Where will you get those?

They're not exactly items I have lying around the vestry.

I got it, after all.

- I didn't know we had rats. - We didn't before I set them free.

Isn't it risky to set lab rats free in the basement?

- They may be carrying something. - They won't get far.

Besides, it's a very different kind of rat I'm after.

We will touch down in Port-au-Prince momentarily...

Time to wake up.

I'm afraid the kitchen is closed. It's time to get to work.

Stop hitting me, man.

There...

Yesterday morning was a strange morning.

This evening will be an eerie evening.

- Will there be sorrow? - There will be sorrow.

- But also joy? - There will be joy.

Who will laugh and who will cry?

The evil will laugh, the good will cry.

That is what they say.

I'm sorry, but there's something I'd like to settle.

- Oh, come on... - Can't we talk about it?

Hell, no. I have a full schedule of exorcism and surgery.

Some other time, Mogge.

Damn it to hell.

Argh...

I'm insane for doing this.

They're here.

Professor, the hospital director and the Minister are on their way.

- Moesgaard? - Where the heck is he?

Professor Moesgaard doesn't seem to be here.

You're up, Helmer.

The Professor had surgery in Odense... or Hamburg.

Are you there, Moesgaard?

Are you there? Under the desk?

We're waiting, Moesgaard.

Hello, Minister. Hello, sir.

- What were you doing under the desk? - The drawer is stuck.

But there are no drawers in the new desks.

Oh! No wonder I couldn't open it.

So, you gentlemen are here to take the temperature on Operation Morning Air?

I was just praising you -

but let me point out that this tour has come off to a bad start.

There, there, don't be so hard on Dr. Moesgaard.

We're here to witness something unusual.

The Minister of Health would like to form an impression of your department -

in an impromptu situation, so we'd like a tour of all the places -

with any sort of relevance for the department.

The Minister of Health will start in the basement.

That has no relevance whatsoever for Operation Morning Air or the department.

You will see none of my people down there.

Let's start in the basement as this is the Minister's wish.

To him, the basement is mysterious and labyrinth-like.

I've already told the Minister that we have 30 km of hallways.

Work with me here. I'm getting weary of you, Moesgaard.

Where the hell is Helmer?

- I thought he... - Blast it to hell.

Here, by the blood stain, I asked Bulder to make the hole.

This is where she died and where she shall be exorcised to the light -

so that her restless soul may find peace.

But we mustn't show fear.

When she arrives, we calmly lead her into the hole -

with our exorcism wood, and then brick it up.

- Where is the exorcism wood? - I found these in our basement.

- What on earth is this? - I've played a lot of sports.

If that was our starting point -

we'd be exorcising Mary with two remotes and a beer opener.

It's all we've got. One each.

She'll be here soon. Remember the plan. Krogshøj, in there.

Bulder, go stand over there.

Bulder all the way in. Behind the pillar.

Krogshøj, step out.

We've come to exorcise you, Mary.

I'm scared. Why are you doing this?

Don't talk to her. Say it, Bulder. You go first.

I, Bulder Harly Drusse -

testify before God and the world -

that Åge Krüger killed Mary Jensen.

I, Jørgen Krogshøj, testify before God and the world -

that Åge Krüger killed Mary Jensen.

I, Sigrid Drusse, testify before God and the world -

that Åge Krüger killed Mary Jensen.

I, Bulder Harly Drusse, testify before God and the world...

I, Jørgen Krogshøj, testify before God and the world...

- I, Bulder Harly Drusse... - I, Sigrid Drusse, testify...

before God and the world -

that Åge Krüger killed Mary Jensen.

- Go in peace. - I, Jørgen Krogshøj, testify...

Go in peace!

She's inside! Brick it up!

I'd forgotten about that. Brick it up!

What was that?

What's going on?

How gross.

I got drenched in something. It must be ectoplasm.

They're testing the backup power system. It takes a while to kick in.

Yes. Let's walk towards the elevator.

This way.

Hi, Moesgaard.

- Do you know this bricklayer? - He's my chief resident.

Ah, yes. I recall this from the description of Morning Air.

"Abolition of professional boundaries." Has this something to do with that?

Yes, something like that.

This patient is soaked. Where do you belong?

I'm in the neurosurgical ward.

Quite a few people from your ward, Moesgaard -

seem to spend the night in the basement.

How long has this patient been admitted and what is her diagnosis?

I believe Mrs. Drusse has been in the hospital for three weeks.

What is Mrs. Drusse's diagnosis, Krogshøj? You're the one treating her.

- We're not entirely sure... - She has paralysis in her right arm.

Well. I think we're done here. Let us continue.

And see to it that this patient is discharged tomorrow, Moesgaard.

Time to get to work.

- How? - How should I know?

Do what they do in Sweden. Bribe someone.

Revealing Voodoo secrets gets you killed.

It's dangerous as hell to try to bribe those guys.

Ask Harry Belafonte over there in the dreadful jacket.

So, Bondo... Oh, sorry. I mean Brewer.

Wake up for a second.

You're getting a new liver. Very soon.

- You found a liver? - A very fine liver. See for yourself.

I was dreaming... that I was at a big convention.

And from the rostrum I presented the world's biggest hepatosarcoma...

in a jar.

Standing ovations.

Can't you wait a week or so?

There'll be another liver.

- Then the sarcoma will be bigger. - Put him under.

And this is OR 1.

- And what do we have here? - That's a good question.

We're prepping Mr. Brewer for surgery. He's getting a new liver.

What is all this? When did you start doing transplants in Neuro?

Can one talk to the patient, or is he already anesthetized?

- You may be able to talk to him. - Excuse me, Mr. Brewer.

Hello...!

- How are you feeling? - Wonderful. Thank you.

So you too feel that the communication between the patient -

and the beast we call the medical world -

has improved in this ward?

I expect you would like to get the operation over with.

I'm not having an operation.

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

No... I just said so.

I must insist that the patient consents to the operation.

Yes, of course. There must've been a misunderstanding.

Take Bondo back out.

Why call him Bondo when his name is Brewer?

It's big. You do realize that?

I'm so scared.

You're doing the right thing.

And this is our examination room.

Nothing much to see here.

The neurosurgical department certainly is versatile.

Listen, I will give you an injection straight into the fetus.

Once the fetus is dead, I will give you something to induce labor.

I think that's the best way with a fetus this big.

- Give it a proper shot, okay? - Don't worry. Double dose.

You'll feel a little prick.

Sweet dreams.

And this is the sleep lab.

This is an area of our research that we attach great importance to.

Our results are among the finest in Europe.

We must be very quiet. Best not to disturb the sleeping.

Bob, I'll take my leave now. I believe we've seen enough.

I'll find my own way to the car. Talk to you later.

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

What do you know? Morning Air. Ha! More like Morning Draft.

Let's hope an administrator isn't blown right out the window.

Moesgaard.

Moesgaard! Moesgaard!

It took some time, but here it is.

Bring it on, Danish scum!

- Can you feel it moving? - It's quiet now.

It's stone-dead. I gave it three injections, enough to kill an elephant.

I'll give you the labor inducer now, so we can get rid of it.

Yes! We did everything by the book.

We have done a great service to Mary and the Kingdom.

How long time passed from when she got in there till you bricked it up?

- Not very long. - No.

But the lights went out... A few minutes, would you say?

I'm sure it's fine.

What the hell is happening? Is she going into labor?

Hurry! She's in delivery! Hurry up, dammit!

Hurry up, for God's sake! She's in delivery!

Inside the uterus, it's an abortion, outside it's murder!

Oh, no. Perhaps the hole was open for too long?

Yes, the gate to the Kingdom has most certainly started to open.

Mary returned home, Judith delivered her child.

Plans were executed, and conclusions reached.

And yet it all seems more like a new beginning than an ending.

Perhaps this makes you uncomfortable?

Perhaps what we have shown you has made you uncomfortable. Don't be afraid.

As long as you keep eyes and ears open, all we can do from here -

is to scare you with theatrics and a drop of artificial blood.

Not until you turn away do we have you in our grasp.

It is behind closed eyes the real horror begins.

And we are left with a simple but practical problem:

How do we move forward with these people and intrigues?

How will the story of the Kingdom proceed?

All arguments lead to the same simple solution:

It's merely a matter of using one's head.

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.