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We apologize for the turmoil

but urge Danes to be patient. Everyone will get on board.

Cars may only be left in designated areas. Please keep the traffic moving

for both buses and travelers.

The eastern corridor through Poland only has a 36-hour window.

All valid permits must be at hand to prevent delays.

I commend the Danes on their initiative.

FAMILIES LIKE OURS

But please travel with caution and stick to the plan.

Have luggage ready for security check.

Banking will be upheld throughout the relocation.

The EU aid will keep the Danish currency afloat until it's phased out next year.

Cars may only be left in designated areas.

Please keep the traffic moving…

No, you know that's not possible.

Now what? Two kids want to say goodbye to their dad.

CHAPTER 1 THE HOUR DRAWS NEAR

Danish passports will no longer be issued.

For more information about visas, please go to citizen service, aisle 11.

Danish currency is no longer valid.

Currency exchange is possible on the ferry at entrance 8F.

Upon arrival, busses will be ready at A3, A6, A7, C11 and C13.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

I hope we'll reach some kind of clarity soon.

-You look like you haven't slept. -We were at the PM's Office all night.

-Outside the door. That's a first. -Okay. Who was there?

Us permanent secretaries.

The Co-Ordination Committee called us, asked a few questions and sent us out.

What did they say?

Well, I'm not at liberty to say.

All parties have been in, but only the PM knows what's going to happen.

Can't you say anything at all?

Well, Hartung…

He gave me what I took as a hint.

You're all employed here at the Ministry.

I don't have to remind you of your professional secrecy.

With everyone!

Spouses, children. Don't divulge anything before a press conference.

-Sure, but citizen service… -Come on, you know what I mean.

We're all tired, okay?

I can't share any more information.

Sorry. I understand, it's just very short notice…

You're all professionals and know what's expected of you.

They're gonna fucking do it.

What?!

They're closing down the country.

No one can know. Delete all messages.

-Hi, Mom. -Hi, darling. You've already left?

-Yes, I let you sleep. -But it's late now. You're sweet.

See you in two weeks.

Did you remember your laptop,

all your books and chargers and bags?

Yes, I got up early to pack.

It's so dreary here without you. Are you okay?

Yes. I just need to study for my exam.

Well, don't give Dad my love.

-Okay, then. -Bye. Kisses.

Hi. Hi there.

Hush now. Kisses.

See you, Laban.

MOM AND ME IN VEJBY

Lots more? Okay, we'll add more…

-Sweetie? You aren't due until tonight. -I need my bike key.

I borrowed your bike. Mine's still flat.

The keys are in the office in my bag.

-Shit, Laura, you hate changing day. -Yes.

But we love having her, don't we?

Don't we love having Laura here?

-Where's Dad? -In the office.

-Who's there? -My brother and Henrik.

Your dad's doing their building project and it's due for submission today.

Go on up.

-Hi, sweetie. -I just need my keys.

-Hi, Laura. Good to see you. -You too.

-Hi, Nikolaj. How are things? -Well…

I just need my keys, and I'll be off. See you.

See you. Have you had breakfast? Okay, bye.

What's up?

What are you doing?

Elias is checking out your ass.

Shut up. Look, he's always nasty to women.

-Fuck off, pussy! -Valde, come on!

No, fuck you!

Get a grip, douche!

-Seriously? -Yeah.

Fucking sweet!

You sit behind me, and I'll ride your bike.

-Yes. -Yes? Awesome!

Move back.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

Good.

Fuck! Let's go.

We have to hurry. We have assembly, and I'm playing cowbell.

I'm so sorry.

It broke off.

Sorry.

The old pick-up trick.

A hundred percent!

-We call him the heartbreaker. -No, I'm a stand-up guy.

And a heartbreaker.

-Hi. -What's up?

What the fuck is Elias up to?

-He's crazy nice. -He's your cousin.

I can still… No, you can.

You have my consent.

-Elias! -No.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

-Just hanging out. -Why are you checking out my friend?

Funny you should say that, because he did it all morning, too.

-Are you into Laura? -I'm just standing here.

Yes… I think you should sell.

All of it?

Yes… I'll come home and help you. Love you.

What's up?

Your house doesn't have a doorbell.

No, you use this one.

Smart.

Anyway, you forgot something.

-What? -I really fucked up your pedal.

So I bought a new one, as an apology.

You weren't at school. What have you been doing? Sleeping?

I'm working on my assignment.

Fair enough.

Where's your bike? I'll fix it.

Do… do you wanna come inside?

Isn't that why you came?

-I don't know. -Just give it to me.

Sure.

Absolutely.

See you at school, then.

Sleep tight.

After the collapse of the Dutch economy, thousands of Dutchmen have emigrated.

Vivian Vestergaard reports from Brussels.

No country has invested as much in coastal protection

as the low-lying Netherlands,

but it's come at the price of non-stop bankruptcies…

Hello.

Hello!

Jacob? Hi, Jacob.

Sorry to barge in.

-Good to see you. -Where's your husband?

Honey, Jacob is here.

I've chosen another design for the lobby doorway.

Oiled oak instead of white-painted pine.

Otherwise we're good to go. Brother-in-law, your sister says hi.

I thought you canceled.

-No, you said we had to talk about it. -At some other time.

-He's here now. -Talk about what?

Everything's happening so fast. I did see that you called, but…

But…

The thing is, we're selling most of our commercial properties.

-What? -Most will be sold within a few days.

We priced them low. They are gonna go fast.

You can keep your advance,

but we're done with real estate and construction.

What?

Why?

No!

But they said this before.

Wasn't it refuted?

Yes, three years ago,

but they're still debating the rapidly rising water levels.

-But they always do. -Yes.

So why now?

Are you sure about this?

Denmark is low-lying.

We can't prevent it in the long term,

so better to evacuate while there's still time.

-Jesus Christ! -It's good, old Danish due diligence.

It's partly due to the economic collapse of the Netherlands last month.

It was too cost-heavy to divert and contain all the water,

so the Dutch are leaving in droves.

And what with the flow of refugees from the south,

the borders will start shutting to Danes all over Europe.

So the authorities want people out before Europe closes all borders.

We think a quota system will be put in place,

but my sister and you had better get out soon.

As an architect, can't you get jobs abroad?

-Didn't you work in France? -France is a hell of a long time ago.

France is an obvious destination. You like it and have connections there.

Amalie will go back to work when Mikkel's bigger, and she speaks French.

Not enough to work as a psychologist,

but we went there every summer with Dad. And you both love France.

-Yes, please. -Here.

Thanks, but I'm driving.

We've started drinking down here since about yesterday.

Right, Henrik?

It's all pretty overwhelming.

I can't figure out what this entails.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will start relocating nursing homes abroad.

As well as long-term patients and inmates

and a vast number of regular families.

We have our work cut out for us.

-Tell Jacob when it'll be announced. -Next Thursday.

Nothing's a hundred percent certain.

Germany, France and Great Britain have invested fortunes in flood control.

Their economies are stronger than the Netherlands', so they're holding out.

Norway, Sweden and Finland lie higher, so that's an option as well.

But, Jacob…

-Jacob, Jacob. -Yes.

On a more practical level, it's important for you to know

banks will come under pressure

as everyone's money is in real estate which will plummet.

You can't sell property in a country that people are evacuating.

Things are gonna be crazy.

Now you know.

I advise you to sell the house.

You have until Thursday's press conference.

We have to sell our house? We can't do it that fast.

-Try. -But how…

-Just unload it. -Price it low.

Perhaps you'll pull it off.

This is dreadful.

I never thought it would happen.

-Let's see if they go through with it. -Nothing's certain.

-How the hell did you manage it? -I kinda saw it coming.

So I suggested to Henrik to get our affairs in order.

-But you can't do that. -No, it's against the law.

It's been quite a maneuver to keep it from the board.

No one can know!

Jacob, promise not to tell anyone. Not my sister either.

-I'll get into trouble. -I won't tell.

Try to withdraw some cash. Euros.

Or gold. Or diamonds. I know it sounds insane,

but we don't know what'll happen with the banks and a potential slump.

-Withdraw as much as you can. -All our money's in the house.

-Minus the renovation costs I owe you. -Forget about that.

We're going to Basel to get as many euros as we can.

Then no one can claim it afterwards. It's off the grid. Gone.

We know a banker there.

Nik and I are gonna smuggle it back in.

Hey, relax. They've said it before.

So you don't think it'll happen?

Do I sell the house or not?

Yes, I think you should do it. Fast.

-Hi. How is Lucas doing today? -Lucas is having a shitty day.

He didn't sleep all night.

He doesn't want to be here at the club today.

-Isn't he coming in? -I tried three times.

Will you go talk to him? He'll only talk to you. He loves you.

-Laura, can you work on Thursday? -Yes.

Lucas?

Hey. I hear you had trouble sleeping last night.

You'll be picked up soon and then you have football practice.

Want me to read to you?

Read that.

It says that the sun has been shining for almost 4.6 billion years.

What else does it say?

THE DEATH OF THE SUN

That it'll shine for another 5 billion years.

And when it stops shining?

I guess it'll get a bit chilly.

What's up, Lucas?

Do you sense something out there?

Great move! And down the field.

Yes! Well done!

-Lucas, Christel, can we talk later? -Sure.

Come on. Get the balls.

Lucas, let's go.

-Haven't you pay the fees? -I doubt that's the issue.

If you've thrown 17 fits and gotten into fights, that would be it.

But I bloody haven't.

Hi.

-Hi. -Hi… Wow, so many.

-Did he commit a crime or what? -Please come in.

Please sit down

and we'll work it all out.

Sit down, Lucas.

Sweetie, sit down.

Sit down.

Sweetie, what did we just talk about?

Okay, just stand, then.

You're one of very few Scandinavians scouted for the Liverpool F.C. Academy.

So…

We just want to congratulate you.

-Amazing! -Lucas, it's not a done deal yet.

They're checking out many Scandinavian players,

so for you to succeed,

you must give it your all and control your temper.

Can you do that?

You can do it.

-Yes. -Congratulations, Lucas.

Awesome!

What's up?

-You gotta learn to control your temper. -Oh, like this?

-What the fuck?! -What's up?

Have you gone mad?

Stop! We're going to the fucking UK!

We're going to the fucking UK. Do you realize how awesome you are?

I have to go see Gilles Benni this week.

In Paris? Shit, how much is a ticket?

-Are you going by car? -I haven't made up my mind.

I need to make some plans.

What about the big Langelinie project?

I think it might be canceled.

Oh, okay. But you're going ahead with Henrik, right?

Sure, or they…

Your brother says hi.

But?

Everything's fine. I just…

I just need to look into some things.

-Everything's fine. -Dad, what's going on?

It's not now anyway…

-Did you finish your assignment? -I think she was distracted.

I met a young man outside.

He was here to fix a pedal.

Well, as long as he sticks to the pedal.

-Oh, cringe! -What did I say?

-So annoying! -Laura, relax.

Did Elias have a girlfriend?

Kinda… He's staying at Alberte's.

Who the fuck is Alberte??

She graduated last year, but they're having issues!

Honey.

Your brother says they're shutting down the country.

What?

We have to sell everything and move abroad.

Jacob, what are you talking about?

I'm ordering some cash.

A realtor is coming by tomorrow to see the house.

Maybe I can get a job with Gilles Benni.

Let's see.

Maybe it's just talk.

I'll call Nikolaj tomorrow and ask whether it's confirmed.

Easy, honey.

-Jacob, what are you talking about? -Calm down. We'll work it out.

-Hey, breathe. We'll work it out. -But…

Just stay calm, okay?

-Hi. -Welcome to Denmark. Passports, please.

I'm a diplomat. Hence the diplomat's passport.

And a big fraudster.

-Everything looks fine. -Thanks.

You thought that was clever?

With the car full of cash? Do you really want to go to prison?

Or course not, relax.

-Do we bury it? -What? No.

Don't be so dramatic. We'll hide it at Mom's.

Crazy to think the entire country's going to end up like this soon.

Dead quiet.

I talked to the permanent secretary, and I may get a job in London.

They're opening an emigration unit over there.

We can take over Oliver's house in Reading.

Good.

Then there's just my brother.

-What about your brother? -I'd better go see him later.

I have to go talk to him, Nik.

I really don't know. You know him. He's fucking crazy.

I'll just give him a hint. That he'd better start selling.

-I don't have to… -No, Henrik.

If he finds out later that I sold without him,

he's gonna go berserk and bankrupt, if he doesn't sell anything.

-He's gonna come after you, too. -I'm outta here.

Nik!

You can't just stop talking.

He lied in court to get his hands on the majority of your dad's estate.

He beat you up every morning while your parents were upstairs, hungover.

Isn't that what you always say?

He beat your first boyfriend to a pulp because he was a boy,

forced him to drink piss.

I don't feel like telling him either.

But he's older now.

Hopefully, he's changed a bit.

And he has kids.

They haven't done anything wrong.

You like them? His kids?

Sure.

August's confirmation is coming up and William is a high-school graduate.

They'll lose everything.

You still owe me some kids.

Well, your timing is a bit crazy.

I'd like for us to do that.

I dreamt about it last night.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Okay…

Mind-blowing.

But is it right?

We could talk to Jane and Amanda about it.

-Hi. -Hi, Brother.

-What's up? I mean, sit down. -Thanks.

Your office said you were here.

I just wanted to say hi and thought

that maybe we could talk.

Sure, okay.

I mean, I'd just like to know how you're doing.

-I hadn't seen this coming, frankly. -No, but…

I also need to talk to you about the properties.

Of course.

-Christiansholm? -That, too.

Look, Dad gave me Christiansholm, so I took it

and the courts ruled it was mine, for fuck's sake.

Stop pestering me with that crap!

After three minutes, you're trashing me.

You're not a normal person.

Okay.

I'll try one more time, Peter.

I came to tell you something for your kids' sake.

-Shut up! -It's important.

What are you and your faggot friend up to?

Nothing.

It's nothing.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Wonderful terrace. It faces east towards the morning sun.

Hello? Hi. Who are you?

I'm Hektor, the realtor.

It won't take long. I promised your dad we'd be gone by 2:30.

Can you come back at 2:30?

The house is up for sale, and your dad wants as many to see it as possible.

Dad, why are buyers looking at our house?

Laura, I need to check out my options. I didn't know you were home, sorry.

-Where are you? -I'm in a bank.

-Amalie's stressing out too. Calm down! -Are you selling it without telling me?

Perhaps. I think I am. Laura, stay out of it.

-I'm going to pick up Mikkel. -Leave the house while they're there.

Excuse me? You have to leave.

I just talked to my dad and we need to talk properly.

We're here now. Let us see the basement.

No, that's my room. You can't go down there.

But can't we just…

There's mold down there.

What the hell?

Why did you tell them we had mold? We've never had mold.

What the fuck? This could cost us millions.

You're selling our house without a word!

It's confusing…

Because of some fixed idea or midlife crisis or the fuck do I know!

-What the fuck are you doing? -It is crazy, but relax.

You always ruin everything, you egomaniac!

-I get that you don't understand. -I understand that you're leaving!

You left Mom. Now you're leaving me!

You're doing it again, fucking psycho!

-Let go! Let go! -Stop it.

Easy now. Laura, stop it.

Stop, stop.

Listen to me. Your mom didn't want my help.

She'd rather work herself to death. Completely manic.

-I tried to help her, but in vain. -You can't just walk out on people!

And now you're walking out on us again.

We have to do this.

We have to. It's not a fixed idea. Everything's falling apart.

They're shutting down the country, Laura.

All of Denmark will be evacuated.

-What? -I'm trying to find a new place for us.

Where we can go live.

What?

They've talked about it before.

-What the fuck are you saying? -I know.

It's crazy.

Just thinking about it is dreadful.

Laura, all our money…

All our money is tied up in this house. Do you understand?

I'm out of a job now.

Nothing will be produced or sold ever again in Denmark after next Thursday.

Or so they say.

Let's see.

Laura…

Laura.

Look after your mother.

Do you really think we'll have to leave?

I don't know.

We can't tell anyone.

Not even your mom, but…

If this happens,

it'll be us.

Together.

Are you going traveling with your friends after the exams?

-Well… I think I'll stay here. -Is it too daunting?

I prefer for us all to be together.

Listen, sweetie.

-You're so much braver than you think. -Okay.

I'm actually considering doing something foolish with this guy.

Sounds great!

-A guy who's got a girlfriend. -Great. The more, the merrier.

What's his name?

Elias. I can't stop thinking about him.

So I'd better make my move. He plays the cowbell.

Wonderful! Well, why shouldn't you marry a cowbell player?

-Hi, babe! -You have to go now?

-Yeah, I gotta go. Talk to you later. -Yes, darling.

Take care. Bye.

Good morning. We're now transmitting live

from the PM's extraordinary press conference.

Welcome to this press conference at the PM's Office.

What I'm about to say will impact all Danes immensely.

-Coming? -Right behind you.

Hi, Dad.

What's up? What?

Yes, okay. I'll call you later.

He told us to watch the press conference.

Laura, Mathilde, assembly now!

-What's going on? -They're shutting down the country.

Hurry.

Dad! Did you hear??

They can't just throw everyone out of the country.

Yes, FUCK!!! We're crying.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know…

We sold the house.

-Hey, Mathilde. -What's going on?

Can I have your attention, please?

A lot of you probably already heard the press conference.

But as they've talked about before,

Parliament has unanimously decided

to gradually evacuate Denmark due to the rising water level.

Thanks.

It may seem odd to leave Denmark when there's no water in the streets.

The effort to divert the water with drains and dams has bought us time.

But it's so expensive,

they fear an economic collapse like in the Netherlands.

They'd rather use the funds before the water comes

on relocating Danes to help everybody.

Preferably before Europe starts closing its borders to refugees,

immigrants and families like ours.

They've sounded the alarm before, but this is it.

I just don't understand why there hasn't been an open debate about it.

A new press conference is scheduled at 3:50 p.m. from the PM's Office

with more practical information.

I think I can promise you that this school won't close right away.

So, all of you last-year students will graduate from here.

The rest of you will be duly informed.

I suggest you all take the rest of the day off and talk to your families.

You can find answers to your questions on the new citizen service website.

Any questions?

Yes.

Where will we go?

Subtitle translation by: Helle Schou Kristiansen