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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.