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[orchestral music]

[music fades]

[gentle music]

[birds chirping]

[birds singing]

[narrator] This world is full of people.

-Some are healthy, not ill. -[birds chirping]

-Some are men, not women. -[indistinct chattering]

-Some are wise, not stupid. -[metal clanking]

Beautiful, not ugly.

And some are everything all at once.

Baldur and Arni were both healthy, beautiful, and wise.

Sons of the chieftain.

After a raid, he gave them both an axe

with a handle of mother-of-pearl,

from the seas of the other side of the world.

-[people cheering] -[axe swooshing]

[axe thuds]

[axe thuds]

-But one mild summer day, -[horse neighing]

their village was attacked, and everyone sought refuge.

[soldiers clamoring]

As Baldur was smaller, the heavy axe slowed him down.

[hooves galloping]

-[soldiers exclaiming] -[horse neighs]

[thuds]

[door closing]

-[squelch] -[screaming]

Baldur lost his left arm that day...

...and his reality was forever changed.

[gentle music continues]

The feeling of being different and an outcast

gnawed at his mind.

Suddenly, Baldur forgot who he was.

-[swords clanking] -[music continues]

He felt neither healthy, wise, nor beautiful anymore.

He was of lesser value than the others.

[receding footsteps]

The chieftain, who'd always

sworn that under his rule

everyone was equal, couldn't bear to watch

his youngest son perish.

He decided that all boys, men, old and newborn,

-[squelch] -in every village in his realm

were to sacrifice their left arm as well.

[baby crying]

For he knew that if everyone is broken...

no one is broken.

-[sword swooshes and clangs] -[wet thuds]

And since Baldur's reality couldn't be changed...

...the reality around him

had to change instead.

[music continues]

[music fades]

[sirens wailing in background]

-[grunts lightly] -[thud]

[suspenseful, tense music]

[train passing by]

[music fades]

[indistinct TV chatter]

[reporter] Three to six armed robbers

broke into the cash-handling firm,

Loomis, in Glostrup.

The robbers where brutal,

professional and very targeting.

-[door closes] -Witnesses saw two SUVs at the time...

What's happening, Anker? They say someone died.

Just do me a favor. Pack my bag, Freja.

-And find my passport. -[whimpering]

-I can't. [sobs] -Hurry up.

Hurry up. Just stop it, Freja.

-Just do what I say. -[sobbing]

-Manfred? -[Manfred] We're barbecuing

on the balcony. Did you know that?

-Manfred? -Those big hamburgers.

Listen... Manfred?

-How was work today? -It was fine.

I-- I have to go away for a while.

I need you to do something for me.

Where are you going?

Everything's gonna be fine.

-Freja's here. -I want you here too.

Yeah, but... I'll be back.

Look at this key. This key.

I want you to eat it.

[gulps]

Sometimes you need to hear me out.

Okay? When it comes out, swallow it.

Wash it first.

Then eat it again until things

have settled down. Okay?

Are you listening?

[suspenseful music]

The central station.

Locker number 23. You've got the key now.

The locker contains a bag.

Get the bag. Get the bag, and bury it in the woods

near Mom's house by the oak table

where we used to celebrate your birthday.

-[exhale] -Can you do that for me?

You're the only one I can trust, Manfred.

Can I bury it somewhere else?

Can't we just do it like we planned?

-Huh? -[Freja] Anker, you better come.

Anker.

[sirens wailing in background]

[helicopter hovering]

[music fades]

-[thuds] -[clinking]

[Anker grunting]

[dramatic music]

[thudding continues]

[music fades]

[eerie rumble]

-[woman] Who are you, Anker? -[rumble fades]

Um... Anker.

Um... Anker Andersen.

Yeah, but are you Anker the model prisoner

everyone thinks deserves to be paroled?

Or Anker, who punched an inmate

31 times in the face because he spilled coffee on your sudoku?

Or Anker who took part in a

robbery at Danish Cash Management

and the murder of Herbert Knudsen?

I'm many things.

But not a murderer.

I've never killed anyone.

[soft, tense rumble]

Um... I've harbored a lot of anger toward

many people. My family...

...toward my father.

Because he left us.

And also to my brother.

But I've.. reined in my temper now.

-Got my act together. -[scribbling]

Any comments about the missing 41.2 million of the loot?

Listen, now... [sighs]

We've been over this many times.

If I knew where that money was, I'd have told you long ago.

The truth is...

[melancholic music]

...I'm clean and I haven't touched alcohol

in almost 11 years.

And I'm no longer violent, you know.

I can only say that...

I'm a different man now.

[sighs]

[doorbell buzzing]

-Why don't you open? -No.

I'll wait a bit.

Could you...

[sighs] Anyway.

Hi, dear brother.

Hi.

[Freja] Hi.

He bought 60 of your favorite rolls.

And hasn't slept for a week

because he knew you were coming home.

[door closes]

[Anker sighs]

[chuckles]

I think there are enough rolls.

[Freja chuckles]

[Anker] Huh, Manfred?

Oh, I forgot. His name's John now.

Remember to call him John.

Why's that?

He doesn't want to be called Manfred.

Everyone calls him John.

[groans slightly]

See the flowers?

John gathered and dried them and glued them to the wall.

Nice, huh?

It's very nice.

Why the hell don't you want to be called Manfred anymore?

-Now what? -Eh-- No, John.

Come on. Cut it out.

[Freja] You can't come back after all this time

expecting everything to be the same.

It all got worse since Mom died.

He missed you so much.

And now he thinks you're going away again.

Can't you apologize to him and promise to stay?

-Can't you? -Sure. Uh...

I was going to... take him on a trip

to mom's house or something like that.

Why, that's a great idea.

-Yeah. Mm-hmm. -[Freja] You can stay

for a few days then.

The new owners are Airbnb-ing it.

Yeah.

[Freja] Yes, but just remember to call him John, okay?

John?

[dramatic music]

[doorbell buzzing]

-[punch thuds] -[grunts]

No, sorry about that.

That turned out very dramatic.

Not my intention.

What the hell?

Don't come here.

We're done, Flemming.

Well, I want all your money, Anker.

Or it's all going to go south.

[footsteps ascending]

[stutters] What are you talking about?

You already got half.

It wasn't enough.

I spent it all years ago.

I owe a lot of people money

and I promised to settle it once you got out, you know?

-Oh, I wanna punch you again so bad. -[footsteps approaching]

-How much do you want? -Just give me everything. The whole 20 million.

[sighs] Anyway, you have until Monday.

-[stutters] Oh, dear. -[music fades]

What's happening with that door frame?

It's fucking dangerous.

Look at that.

I'll fix it.

I'll bring my tools on Monday.

-[door slams shut] -[dog barks]

Want one more?

Yes.

Of course you can eat one more.

-Hm? -Where did you get that dog?

Freja can't see it.

It's ours now if you stay. Will you stay?

Will you?

Do you wanna go swimming with me and the dog?

Do you?

Do you?

Anyway, we have a new dog now.

-[dog panting] -[door opens and closes]

[Freja] Give me the dog.

Come on. Bente's downstairs.

John, give it to me.

Bente's downstairs.

What dog are you on about?

That dog, for crying out loud.

Oh-- Oh! [chuckles] It must have snuck up on me.

I guess it wants to live here.

I'd better put out some water

if it wants to live with us and not stupid Bente.

-Give it, John. -[Manfred] No, it's not her dog.

It's another dog altogether.

It loves me and Anker now. See him? See him? He loves me.

Come on, give it to me now. Bente's gonna call the police.

-You don't want any police. -[Manfred] You're holding it all wrong.

-Give her the dog, Manfred. -No!

Will you call him John, goddammit?

-[drawers clanking] -[grunting]

-[thudding] -[grunting]

[Manfred] Who cares, anyway.

-He keeps taking people's dogs. -[Manfred] And you're holding it wrong.

-[door slams shut] -The neighbors are all fed up with him.

You have to call him John.

I forgot last week and he stabbed himself

in the thigh with a meat fork.

No, John.

-John. -[car passing by]

[Anker] If I stand in front of the oak table,

facing the house... where exactly did you bury the bag?

Oh, come on now, Manfred.

[groans]

I don't know who you're talking to.

Just stop it. I'm getting tired of it.

Why do you wanna be John?

-I'm John. -Well, why the hell is that?

But why are you Anker?

[sighs]

I don't care what you think. I'm John.

John Lennon.

-John Lennon? -John W. Lennon.

Oh, fuck off.

What on earth is going on with you?

You don't even look like him.

The glasses aren't even right.

We're saving up for them.

You'll just have to accept it or...

-Uh... -Or what? Huh?

You'll... stab yourself in the head with a fondue fork?

I could kill-- I could kill myself with a fondue fork.

A grim way to die, many have done it before me.

These past 60 days, I've been planning to do it.

But-- But... we never eat fondue.

Oh, cut it out, Manfred.

-[grunts] -Tell me what--

-[cars honking] -[tires screeching]

-[dramatic music] -[sighs]

Is he okay?

-Who? -My brother, Manfred Andersen.

He jumped out of a car.

Oh, Andersen.

It's merely superficial wounds.

Can I take him home then?

He wasn't supposed to get transferred

-to the psych ward. -Uh, well, I have to say...

Hmm... we have to keep him as it was a suicide attempt.

-[Anker] But why? -But, uh...

You know what? Just slip me a large bill and he's all yours.

I have to bribe you to take him home?

Well, well, well. Somebody got

-offended, huh? -[Anker] What the hell are you thinking?

Relax. Just joking.

Your brother's in room 8C.

[gentle music]

[train passing by]

Are you okay?

Can you sit in a car?

[straps rustling]

I get it.

You've missed me.

You're confused and hurt because I haven't been there.

Yeah.

But I'm here now.

Come on.

I really need you to get a grip and take me to where the bag is.

Okay?

We'll hang out afterwards.

Okay, Manfred?

[groans]

-Oh... -[music fades]

-[thud] -[glass breaking]

[sirens wailing in background]

-[gentle music] -[slight moan]

A-- Are you okay?

Can I hold it?

Uh-- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

-[dog whimpers and barks] -Ooh... Ah, ah, ah.

Yes, yes, yes.

Away from that stupid lady.

-Away from the stupid lady. -[dog barks]

[door closes]

[woman] Dissociative Identity Disorder.

The rest of us have one reality.

But Manfred switches between several personalities

and realities.

Now he's stuck in an alter ego

as the musician John Lennon.

I have to take him with me.

I really need to talk to him.

I mean, the real Manfred.

I understand you've missed him.

But Manfred will have to stay here.

But why? He hasn't hurt anyone.

He's attempted suicide several times

and stolen nine dogs since October.

[sighs] Look, Manfred knows who he is.

He's always been different, this is just an act!

[woman] Frankly speaking, [sighs]

we're looking at a year-long process of therapy

and medication.

Some patients remain in their alter ego

for the rest of their lives.

One thing we do know is that Dissociative Identity Disorder

-stems from the past -[dramatic music]

-traumatic experiences. -[muffled dialogues]

It could be ten, 20, or 30 years ago.

[deep, dramatic swoosh]

[exhales]

[young Anker] M-- Manfred?

-[door rattles] -What the heck are you doing?

He's gonna kill us.

Leave the axe here, okay?

And take off the helmet.

We have to go to school.

No, I'm going on a raid.

-[young Anker] No, you're not. -Yeah, I am.

[young Anker] Stop being so weird.

You're grown up now, dammit.

They're all laughing at you.

-[fire crackling] -[music continues]

[fire crackling]

You're not a Viking.

Vikings don't exist.

But I exist.

[man] Anker, are you in there?

-[door rattles] -[music fades]

-[country music playing] -[indistinct chattering]

Well, if it isn't the head of the anti-fraud squad.

Eight bitters, Lilian. Please.

Lothar Nielsen, the psych ward.

You remember me?

Yeah.

Are you taking your brother sailing?

No, he's in the secure unit.

Well, perhaps it's for the best if you think about it.

Have they diagnosed him?

[sighs]

Dissociative Identity...

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

[shot glass clinks]

You've got eight bitters for yourself?

Yeah, I always get eight.

Any more would look excessive.

Dissociative Identity Disorder is a crappy diagnosis.

I'm very sorry.

It's insane.

He thinks he's John Lennon.

I met a Michael Laudrup in the secure unit once.

He switched between being Jesus or John Wayne.

Our chef never knew what kind of food to feed him.

I actually think there's still a patient

in Amager who thinks he's Ringo Starr.

All we need is Paul and George and the band is complete.

[shot glasses clink]

I just don't get it. Why does he have a meltdown now that I'm back?

I was expecting him to be happy to see me after all these years.

Yeah, but that's just it.

He could manage his other identity

because there wasn't any conflict

between his self-image and his close surroundings.

-Well, I don't get it. -[electronic music playing]

Listen, if I go around the lakes

claiming to be Napoleon,

the people around me will take me for a fool, right?

This will have a negative impact on my self-image.

But if we put me in a copy of Versailles

and hire 200 servants, give me an army,

horses and teach me French, then shouting,

"I'm Napoleon" will not be odd

and my self-image will remain intact.

As long as people accept that Manfred is John Lennon,

all will be well.

All the neighbors call him John.

He writes fucking autographs.

Yes, that's exactly right.

I just can't pretend he's John Lennon.

Wouldn't that be totally wrong?

Excuse me, where have you been the last 20 years?

When IKEA opened their first showroom,

they had 46 products to sell.

Today they have 12,000 products to choose from.

Everybody is unique.

Everyone's entitled to their unique reality.

Surely you can get past calling your brother John Lennon,

don't you think?

[electronic dance music playing]

[crowd cheering and clapping rhythmically]

[Anker grunting rhythmically]

-[exclaims] -[music fades]

[upbeat music on TV]

[groaning]

[Lothar] Great, you're up.

Well, good morning.

Here you go, a clean shirt for you.

-How long have I been asleep? -[Lothar] I just went by the patient register

and checked if Ringo was still admitted.

-Ringo? -Try to stay with me.

Okay, look at this.

Anton Wulf Espersen

was admitted in July 1996 to Amager Psychiatric Center.

He believes he's the drummer Ringo Starr of The Beatles.

It was your idea.

So I checked all the psychiatric centers in

-Denmark like we talked about. -What was my idea?

-What are you talking about? -To reunite The Beatles.

To immerse Manfred in his own reality.

But you know, Paul McCartney and George Harrison were tricky.

There are none here in Denmark.

I was on the verge of giving up.

But... [chuckles] look who I found here in Sweden.

Allow me to present Hamdan Falk Sjöberg.

-[sighs] -Admitted to Department 53

at the North Stockholm Psychiatric Ward.

[chuckles] Guess who Hamdan's other identities are.

[sighs] Paul McCartney?

Sir Paul McCartney.

I'm sure Hamdan would prefer that, okay?

-But he's much more than that. -[sighs]

Hamdan switches between 40 plus identities.

Iron Man, Gustav Mahler,

-Schopenhauer, -Hmm...

Davy Crockett, Heinrich Himmler.

-Oh! And guitarist -[Anker grunts]

George Harrison. Huh?

So he's both McCartney and Harrison?

Yeah, not at the same time, but yeah.

Ain't that great?

We will get two Beatles in one man.

And also Iron Man.

I'd love to have a beer with him.

[stuttering] So why are you telling me all this?

Because we are gathering the band around Manfred

to make his reality real.

-Remember? Napoleon. -[sighs]

When we picked up Manfred,

you said finding a studio would add credibility.

Did we pick up Manfred?

How drunk were you last night?

When we picked up Manfred, you punched

a hospital guard in the face.

And that's something we must address, by the way.

You've got some huge anger issues lurking inside you.

Where's Manfred now?

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

I gave him 60 milligrams of diazepam.

-[Anker] When will he wake up? -[Lothar] I think he'll be up

and running in five to six hours. Listen,

now, I suggest that we go to Amager

and pick up Ringo, then to Sweden

and get Paul-George, and then on to your mom's house

and build a rehearsal room.

I'll conduct a clinical study and monitor the entire process.

What did I say about my mom's house?

Well, it sounds like the ideal place

to trigger his memory.

But we have to stop by IKEA for materials for the studio.

Get away from me.

Fuck off.

Okay, no IKEA.

Let's go get the band.

[grunting]

-[thud] -[Anker] Listen to me. Stay away.

Okay, okay, you are overreacting so disproportionately.

-[engine starts] -[dramatic music]

[music continues]

-[handbreak squeaks] -[Anker] Hey.

We're here.

We're at Mom's house.

We'll sleep here.

And then you'll take me to the bag in the morning.

Okay?

Good.

[music continues]

[rapid thuds]

[rapid thuds]

[grunting]

[grunting]

Hi, there! [panting] Welcome.

I'm Margrethe.

Hi.

-Anker. -John.

I'll show you to your rooms.

No need, you don't have to. We know the place.

We lived here as kids.

How nice.

Well, why don't you join us for dinner, then?

No, thanks.

Manfred can't handle crowds.

Manfred?

He said his name was John.

Anker, I'm really, really hungry.

[panting]

-Lovely. -[bottle pops open]

[man] Lots of great museums have opened up here.

Yeah.

We're just--

We're just gonna walk in the woods.

Hmm.

Yeah, and dig for worms for fishing.

-[man] Here. -No.

Would you like a glass of blackcurrant juice instead?

No.

How can you two be married

when he's so ugly and you're so good-looking?

Is that why you don't have kids?

Because he's so ugly?

-[sighing] -What kind of question is that?

Are you a complete idiot?

[nervous groan]

-Tell her to apologize, Anker. -No.

She's been calling me that all day.

Stuff like that will go on for years.

You should apologize to me and Werner.

-Apologize now. -Why?

I didn't tell a lie.

Uh, but I can. I could call you ugly.

I didn't, but... [stutters]

-Calm down. -[Manfred] Isn't she butt-ugly? I--

-[thud] -[Anker] Hey!

Get out. You leave our house right now.

Just calm down. He's got a diagnosis, okay?

Listen, the thing is, since he was a child,

-Manfred has felt persecuted. -[groan]

[Manfred whimpers]

[Anker sighs]

I'm sorry.

We didn't know about your diagnosis.

I really do apologize.

You should have told us.

You clobbered him before he could.

Yeah. Well, she's a boxer.

Don't use your boxing skills at home.

It was just a tiny jab.

I'll have that blackcurrant juice now.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

So, Anker, are you a jazz buff?

[soft jazz playing]

Maybe you should briefly explain

what happened to your face, Werner.

Sometimes it makes it easier for people--

-No, you don't need to. -I'd like to hear it.

-Why are you ugly? -[grunts]

I don't mind talking about it.

-But the short version, please. -Yeah.

-Okay? -Oh, well.

It was just an ordinary Friday like every other.

We were expecting ten dinner guests.

Do you have ten guests every Friday?

-Why? -No, we don't.

And we only had eight guests.

Yes. But anyway, everything was ready.

The Montepulciano was open and breathing.

-The roast was in the oven. -[chuckles] Yeah.

[Werner] Oh, that was when we still ate meat.

So I went out to get two bell peppers

for a salad that Margrethe asked me to make.

[chuckling] His story keeps changing.

What's wrong this time?

It was stuffed peppers.

We were trying out an Afghan recipe I found online.

-[Werner] Hmm. -I had the rug pulled out

from under me that Friday because

I finally, after years of internal struggle,

decided to drop my modeling career.

But Werner realized he had only bought eight bell peppers.

-[chuckles] -So, we were two short.

So, yes, I was saying...

I went out to buy two extra bell peppers.

Why do you both shop and cook? Doesn't she lift a finger?

[chuckles]

Well, buying two bell peppers

isn't a major undertaking. [chuckles]

-It proved to be. -[both chuckle]

It cost me my entire face.

[Margrethe] Well, I gave up my career

and my life so you could design your collection.

What collection is this, Anker?

[Werner] A unique collection.

Skin and fur products.

I put a lot of work into it.

Werner's designed clothes for 40 years.

-Yeah. -[Margrethe] But nothing was ever produced.

Now he's given it up in favor of writing a children's book,

-but... that's not working out. -[both chuckle]

Eh... that's not true.

-[both chuckle awkwardly] -Isn't it?

[Werner] No, but I was relating

-how my face got disfigured. -Oh, yeah.

-Go back to the other. -Precisely.

Thanks. I'm sorry. [clears throat]

Okay.

I was parking my car, I still smoked back then.

So I put a cigarette in my mouth...

...grabbed the shopping list, and as I opened the door...

...the airbag explodes.

Bang!

Manufacturing defect.

Welcome to hell.

Why did you bring a shopping list

when you only needed two peppers?

We needed a few other things too, but that's irrelevant.

So the cigarette embers hit your face, is that it?

Yes. They're 1,400 degrees Celsius.

And a Peugeot 107 airbag deploys at 300 kilometers an hour,

smothering my face in embers.

I lost 40% of the skin in my facial area.

[sighs and stutters]

Dinner was great.

-I think we'll-- -Some good did come out of it.

Peugeot paid me damages...

...because it also cost me my ability to design.

Why couldn't you design?

When you're a clothes designer,

it's crucial to see the world through other people's eyes.

You pretend to be someone else...

...but if you don't know who you are, and I suddenly didn't

...I was e-- existentially confused,

and my entire design career turned to ashes. Yeah,

everything just went right down the drain.

I'm sorry, but what career?

You never designed a sock that anyone would ever wear.

You've spent eight years on a children's book

that you'll never finish either.

Okay, you know, it's very upsetting

when you say such atrocities in front of our guests.

[sighs] I'm just telling the truth.

[Werner] You know what, Margrethe?

I could tell a few truths as well.

[laughs]

She was a hand model for a Kahlúa ad back in 1987.

That sums it up.

[Werner breathing heavily]

[clears throat]

Oh, well.

That's that.

But what a waste, right?

All for two measly bell peppers.

And the other items on the shopping list?

The ones that were irrelevant?

-Yeah. -Yes.

[soft jazz music playing]

-Thanks. -No, thank you,

eh, for the super evening.

Anker, take a look.

We found these in the wall when we remodeled.

Did you carve these figures?

Well, uh, Manfred did during his Viking obsession.

-Vikings. -Ah...

[dramatic music]

Are you okay?

[groans]

Eh... Yeah, yeah, I-- I'm just tired.

[light chuckle]

Hmm. Sleep well.

Okay.

[music fades]

What time are we going fishing tomorrow?

[music fades]

[Anker] First we'll go digging for worms.

Where we celebrated our birthdays.

You remember?

No.

But then I celebrated all my birthdays in Liverpool.

But I love to go fishing.

I just don't wanna go through the woods.

And if we're going to look for some bag,

I'm going straight home.

No.

We'll look for worms.

You don't know what it's like to be me.

Everyone wants to be me.

People really like me.

'Cause you're John?

-Yeah. -[Anker] Hm.

Because I'm John.

[dramatic music]

-[whip lashes] -[screaming]

-[whip lashes] -[screaming]

-[dad] You had one job. -[screaming]

To make sure they wouldn't mock your brother at school.

[young Anker] I didn't know he brought it.

-It was just for fun. -[dad] For fun?

Do you think it's fun for Freja to be bullied every day

because her brother's like this?

Do you think it's fun when he carves runes

all over and destroys the house?

Do you think Mom thinks it's fun to go to school meetings

all the time and sit there

when all the other parents are laughing at us?

Manfred is very ill, Anker.

And he needs help.

And you didn't help him today, did you?

Manfred didn't choose to be a Viking.

Manfred, get him.

-[whip lashes] -[screaming]

[whip lashes]

-[whip lashes] -[screaming]

-[screaming echoes] -[birds chirping]

[music fades]

[Manfred] Shouldn't we go straight to the lake?

We need to get worms first.

-Okay? -I don't like it here.

-It's cold. -Stop saying that.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

[wind blowing]

I don't want to be here.

I don't like it here, Anker.

It's so cold.

All right, take it easy.

It's alright.

My brother and I

always celebrated our birthdays at that table.

We don't have to go fishing.

Let's just go back to the house, Anker, please.

-I'll go back home to Freja. -Easy now.

It's alright. It's okay. [patting]

It's okay.

I don't want to be here either.

But we can't leave without the bag.

-I need that bag, Manfred. -[groans]

-[whimpers] -John, sorry.

Bags! Bags! Bags! Bags! Bags! Bags!

All you ever talk about is bags!

-[panting] -[music fades]

Oh, come on. Cut it out. [groans]

[crows cawing]

You marked the spot with a Viking rune?

Fucking jackass.

What if someone saw it?

You're such a moron sometimes.

Just go.

I don't need you anymore.

Go!

[digging]

[dramatic music]

What the hell is this?

It's Baldur.

Baldur?

Our dog.

Don't you remember him?

How do you remember him if you're John?

Huh?

It's all an act? You've been lying?

You've been lying?

[both grunting]

-Help me, for fuck's sake! -[Manfred] Let go.

-I don't want to be here! -Help me!

I never wanna come here again!

-Stop, stop. Calm down. -Let go!

-I'll kill myself with fire! -Calm down.

Calm, calm. Calm, calm, calm.

Okay, okay. I'm-- I'm letting go.

But you're staying here.

We'll have a calm little talk.

Okay?

[heavy breathing]

Promise?

[agrees]

I'm letting go. [panting]

-[whimpering] -[grunting]

-Fucking idiot. -[whimpering]

Damn it! Damn it! [punching]

-Hi. -[John whimpering]

[punches thudding]

[panting]

[wipes hands and pants]

[dramatic music]

[dad] Did you and Manfred get into a fight at school today?

[drink pouring]

The older boys beat him up.

[scoffs]

Was he wearing his Viking clothes and helmet again?

Mrs. Sejersen told me there were two Vikings in the yard today.

I didn't want him to feel alone.

-Ah. -I just wore a helmet.

Dad, they beat him up every day.

It only got worse now that he doesn't bring his axe.

They're no longer afraid of him.

[dad] I trusted you.

You stood there a week ago and swore you'd help.

Sorry.

Manfred suffers from a very, very bad illness.

And it only makes it worse

if you play along with his sick reality.

Dad, it was a mistake.

It won't happen again.

I promise.

[dad] It's too late.

So now you'll both have to learn...

...that reality can be painful.

So go to the ranger...

...hand over Baldur...

...and wait while he puts him down.

[sobs]

P-- Puts him down?

Baldur is being put down today because of your actions.

-It's upon you. -Dad,

Baldur hasn't done anything.

Stop crying now, you idiot.

[sobbing]

[Young Anker] Please.

If you really wanna be a Viking,

then accept that a Viking doesn't feel sorry

for himself or anyone else.

A Viking learns to live with his destiny.

Today you're going to learn that

every act you'll ever perform in life...

has consequences.

-So go to the ranger -[crying]

[dad] and bring back Baldur's dead body.

And we'll give him a nice funeral.

-[young Anker crying] -[gun clicks]

-[gunshot echoing] -[dog whimpers]

[melancholic music]

[birds chirping]

-[music fades] -[sighs]

[Anker grunting]

[grunts and pants]

[car approaching]

[upbeat music on speakers]

-What's going on? -[Manfred] Your friend

got the whole band together.

The bearded guy says he'll teach me to play the guitar.

Join us, Anker.

Why didn't you say your friends were coming?

What a fabulous project.

Margrethe and I are totally behind you.

We're diehard Beatles fans.

We love The Beatles.

Yeah, diehard.

I'll fix some more power and whatever else you need.

-Of course. Thanks, Werner. -[instruments clattering]

What the hell are you doing?

We're not doing this now.

-We drove all night, okay? -[cymbals crashing]

Everyone is eager to start rehearsing.

Hey, meet Paul-George.

We brought him all the way from Sweden.

And Ringo here is mute,

which they omitted from his medical file.

Eh, this is John's assistant, Anker.

Lothar, I need to talk to you.

I already told some of you.

I want everyone to understand

that I'm only doing this if you guarantee

that none of you that I am working with

were involved in the Holocaust.

Without that guarantee, I am out!

What the fuck?

And we're talking about the real Holocaust in Germany.

Uh, well, eh-- none of us were.

Isn't that right, Anker?

-[grunting] -[object clanks]

You don't look one bit like John Lennon.

Oh.

You don't look like, uh, any of those who you are.

The secret to playing the guitar is to think like a beaver.

Are beavers good guitar players?

[chuckles] Nobody does it better.

I got my first beaver when I was three.

Load them in your retard bus and go.

I know it's overwhelming, but consider the potential.

Hey, hey, listen.

It's actually a really valid

-psychiatric experiment. -You're insane.

You can't make a band with loonies.

But that's not for you to decide.

-What the heck was that? Listen to me. -Take it easy.

-What is it that you don't get? -[Lothar] Take it easy, relax. Relax, goddamnit. Anker!

-I'm dying! -[cymbals rattling]

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to tell you...

...but I've got advanced prostate cancer.

And this is-- this is my last chance to achieve anything

in the field to which I, after all, devoted... my entire life.

-[cymbals rattling] -[sighs]

I'm sorry to hear that, but--

but you can't be here.

You're making a big mistake. And I'm certain that it's--

It's your best chance to get Manfred back.

But I'm throwing in the towel.

I can't do this anymore.

Lothar.

If we do this, when do you think he'll be himself again?

Then you'll see progress very soon.

Very soon. Just as soon as they've rehearsed a few

-of their early songs. -[guitar strumming]

-You sure about that? -Certainly.

You won't be disappointed.

-Another thing. -[Lothar] Yes?

[slow music]

Manfred remembered where our dog was buried.

Sure. He can easily be in touch with his real-self subconscious.

That's only a good sign.

But...

I-- I didn't know we had a dog.

-Or maybe I forgot all about it. -Eh...

Isn't it weird to forget that?

Well, the brain forgets trifles.

It's, uh, perfectly normal.

What if they aren't trifles?

What if it's, uh, important stuff?

Well, that's even more normal.

But, uh-- but that's a long talk.

Focus on the band and getting Manfred back.

Just wait to see Paul-George play.

He's fantastic!

[guitar strumming]

-[guitar strumming in background] -[grunting]

Why don't you come and join us, Margrethe?

I don't want to.

You're being very rude, you know.

It's madness.

Listen to that.

[unorganized instruments playing in background]

Shouldn't they play the same song?

I think it's important that we don't interfere in the process.

But still, they should play the same song.

I can't play when the ugly man says I'm bad.

No, no, no, no, no. Everyone's equally good.

Don't lie.

I know I'm not that good.

[guitar feedback]

You'll just have to play worse, huh?

So nobody pities me?

Nobody pities anyone here.

All I see is potential and a shitload of talent.

Yes, exactly.

All of us are the best.

This is all Anker's idea, but he doesn't go

around saying he's better than us.

He knows that an idea can only succeed through teamwork.

An idea is not just an idea.

You need the right logistics, you need the manpower

and a plan.

So, a little like the Holocaust.

[guitar feedback]

Then I'm out!

Yeah, no, IKEA would be a better example.

But let's take it from the top. Come on, come on.

Go ahead, keep playing.

[instruments playing out of rhythm]

Stop, stop. No, stop!

[stutters] It doesn't sound good.

We have to play together.

Okay?

E major. Follow my lead.

[Werner] What's he doing?

Is he turning into McCartney?

Yeah, he's switching identity.

What a fantastic thing to see.

He's switching from George to Paul.

-Wow. -Yeah.

[piano playing]

[sighs]

♪ I'm nothing special ♪

♪ In fact, I'm a bit Of a bore ♪

Oh, I forgot to mention that Hamdan

also thinks he's Björn from ABBA.

♪ If I tell a joke ♪ [chuckles]

Yeah, he also thinks he's Heinrich Himmler,

which got us into trouble on the ferry, but it passes quickly.

He'll switch to George soon, or Paul.

-One or the other... -♪ A wonderful thing ♪

♪ 'Cause everyone listens ♪

♪ When I start to sing ♪

♪ I'm so grateful and proud ♪

This is so pathetic.

Come on, Margrethe. We don't want to listen to this.

-Come. -No... Hang on.

-♪ Out loud ♪ -Hm...

♪ So I say thank you For the music ♪

♪ The songs I'm singing ♪

♪ Thanks for all the joy They're bringing ♪

♪ Who can live without it? I ask in ♪

When IKEA opened their first store in Denmark in 1969,

it was a bit of a mess.

It was before the barcode, and their sales model was new.

But they had faith in their project,

just like we have faith in our project.

The band is back together.

We can feel we're among the best of the best,

and the villagers will feel it too,

because this morning, I paid the admission fee

of 250 kroner

for the talent show, as you see right here at the inn.

Now, it's not a big gig, but we are not above crawling

before we can walk.

Slowly, we will work our way up to the top...

just like IKEA.

Cheers.

[Margrethe] Cheers.

Will we be playing to a real audience?

No.

Just a bunch of beavers, you know.

240 highly musical beavers that will clap along to the songs.

-But isn't that dangerous? -Sure.

If you get stage fright, just imagine an audience of beavers,

like I always do.

[playing notes on guitar]

Seriously, won't you stop playing that?

No, Björn told me to rehearse.

Oh, come on.

[Manfred] I'll ask Lothar if you can play the bass.

Would you like that?

Would you?

[playing notes on guitar]

I'm better at the mosquito song.

[snoring]

It's incredible. How can a mute snore that loud?

The deaf dream with sound, too.

And the blind dream in color.

I dream in German.

-[snoring] -Okay.

[Hamdan] But not because of the Holocaust.

I never dream about that because I wasn't involved in it.

[deep inhale]

Damn my Aryan origins. [sighs]

-As a young man, -[clinking]

-[spits] -I dyed my hair black. [chuckles]

And wore dark contacts.

[chuckling]

Okay. Listen, I think you have to go to sleep.

You're tired, Paul-George.

-There's no Paul-George here. -[Anton snoring]

Only Björn. Accept it.

-Yeah. -[Hamdan] Björn.

Let's go to sleep, and tomorrow we'll find out who we are.

[calm music on guitar]

[snoring]

♪ Chiquitita tell me What's wrong ♪

♪ You're enchained By your own sorrow ♪

-♪ In your eyes ♪ -♪ In ♪

♪ There is no hope For tomorrow ♪

♪ Chiquitita you and I know ♪

♪ How the heartaches Come and they go ♪

♪ And the scars They're leaving ♪

-[claps] Great. Great. -[Hamdan] ♪ You'll be there ♪

[clapping] Thank you very much.

Good job.

You really nailed that one.

So we don't need to play it anymore.

They're gonna play Beatles?

All in good time, Werner.

I promise, it'll come.

But I think we should try to take a deep breath.

[deep inhale]

-And exhale through your nose. -[exhaling]

-There you go. -[exhaling]

And now I think we should try to play one of John's songs,

With a Little Help from My Friends.

This is Werner's suggestion.

-Mm-hmm. -Uh, I don't get that song.

It has no depth, it has no layers.

[Werner] What's that?

It has no layers.

Oh, fuck off.

You just sang a song about a banana.

He can't talk to me because then I'm out!

Hey, hey, let's everybody calm down.

And let's-- let's be nice to each other.

John...

...tell us what With a Little Help from My Friends

is all about.

I wasn't told I'd have to answer stuff.

Try to think of what everyone is afraid of.

What do we fear most of all?

-Vikings. -The Holocaust.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

But what do we fear even more?

I'll give you a hint.

IKEA employees have a "Code 99."

It's when a child can't find its parents.

Because one of the worst things that can happen to a child

is when it thinks it's all alone.

Hamdan?

This song is about lost kids in IKEA.

-Yeah? -I also think

it's about kids living in IKEA.

And that's exactly right. Good, John. Exactly.

With a Little Help from My Friends

is about that you're never alone.

You'll always have someone you trust.

Someone who cares for you.

And who will always be there, no matter what.

Have you got someone, John, whom you feel that way about?

Someone you trust, but whom you fear might leave you.

Yeah. Why don't we try to play something else?

[cymbal rattles lightly]

-♪ Chiquitita you and I know ♪ -[playing resumes]

♪ How the heartaches Come and they go ♪

♪ And the scars They're leaving ♪

♪ You'll be dancing once again And the pain will end ♪

-[thud] -[Freja groaning] Oh, fuck...

Sorry, that turned out very dramatic.

Not my intention.

-[whimpering] -Do you know who I am?

No.

People call me Friendly Flemming.

-Do you know where Anker is? -Mm-mm.

Get up.

[suspenseful music]

Let's go upstairs and wait for him.

-We'll work it all out. -[elevator door opening]

-Come on. -[whimpers]

[Lothar] But everyone wants to be someone else.

The young want to be old and vice versa.

It's always been like that.

[Werner] How will playing ABBA help them?

[Margrethe] After 20 years of jazz,

we can stand hearing some ABBA.

Oh, so jazz is wrong now.

No, but listening to it like we do, Werner,

in silence with red wine, analyzing every single note,

it's just monotonous.

Hearing Paul-George sing ABBA these past few days

has given me more than I've felt in a long time.

He's called Björn.

He'll kill himself if you call him that again.

-Sorry. -[Werner] You can't just

-[grunts] -choose your own name.

It's something you earn or are given by your parents.

I can't just call myself King Werner or Werner Giantcock.

[Margrethe] You're talking too much, Werner.

Let someone else talk for a second.

[Werner] If everything's of equal value,

nothing has value.

Jazz and The Beatles are better than ABBA.

Healthy is better than ill. Thin better than fat.

These are objective truths that can't be disputed by feelings.

Without a common reality, there's nothing.

It's madness, Margrethe.

Look at yourself.

You don't recognize yourself after hearing his song.

I think Margrethe just wants the rest of us

to accept her for who she truly is.

Am I right?

When you look like me, nobody accepts you for who you are.

People think beautiful people are stupid.

It wasn't until I hooked up with Werner

that people started taking me seriously.

When they saw that I wasn't after looks

or personality or money,

but I was more interested in intelligence,

-then I was easier for people -[clears throat]

to relate to.

[Hamdan] I know exactly what you mean.

-Hmm? -I've been in many relationships

where I soon realized they didn't

take me for my inner qualities.

-Yeah. -They just wanted a...

trophy boyfriend with the perfect Scandinavian look.

-[sighs] -My blonde hair

and my blue eyes have always been a curse.

I just have to...

[suspenseful music]

[guitar playing]

[instruments playing out of tune]

[suspenseful music continues]

-[crows cawing] -[wings flapping]

[music fades]

[metal detector beeping]

[panting]

[metal detector beeping]

[Margrethe] What are you digging for?

-[birds chirping] -[crows cawing]

Worms.

With a metal detector?

-Well, I guess I-- -[click]

I-- I like to dig and, uh, see what I find.

Okay.

Then we're down to zero normal people in the house. [chuckles]

I, uh, listen...

I just wanna say that I think it's just fantastic

the way you look after your brother.

This whole band thing, and bringing him back here.

And...

Well, I'll carry on digging.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

-Sorry I bothered you. -[click]

Good.

I've got another four miles

-to go. -What?

I've got another four more miles.

Right.

Okay.

[awkward chuckle]

-[opera music playing] -[nail gun bursts]

He's not answering. I'm sorry. [whimpers]

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

I'll just cut off a finger.

[Freja] No, please don't.

Relax.

-And take a deep breath. -Please do something else.

Beat me up some more or something.

Could you just stop crying?

I-- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Isn't there something I can do? Just something.

I'll do anything.

Will you put up your hair so you look like a little boy laborer?

Sure, I can do that. No problem.

-[music continues] -[tools rattling]

J-- Just let me go to the bathroom.

Yes, of course. Why not?

We're all adults.

Hmm, if you try to escape, I'll kill you.

Just letting you know.

Sure.

[suspenseful music]

Who were you gonna call?

[opera music continues]

Th--

-[breathing shakily] -[clicking]

That was a dumb move. You know that, right?

-[thud] -[groan]

-[nail gun fires] -[groan]

[groans]

You're dead!

[melancholic music]

[panting]

[Werner] It's impossible to write a new story

for a children's book.

It's all taken.

I have lots of good characters, but...

I need something to create a unique universe.

-[fire crackling] -[jazz music playing]

Over 1900 children's books have a duck as the protagonist.

Absolutely ridiculous.

[Margrethe] Why don't you sew something instead?

It's been ages.

[Werner] Sew what?

I don't know.

Sew something for the guys.

They've been wearing the same clothes since I got here.

[suspenseful music]

-[strumming] -[music fades]

[Manfred] I like Björn.

He says I can be a great guitar student.

[guitar strumming]

Are you sad?

[light rainfall]

If you're sad, you can sleep in my bed.

[dramatic music]

Do you realize how much I've done for you?

Please help me out here.

[thunder rumbling]

[strumming]

[sighs]

[thud]

-[rainfall] -[music fades]

[thud]

[thud]

-[thud] -[grunt]

[grunt]

Hi.

That's not your axe.

No, it's probably yours.

It came with the house.

-Do you want it? -I don't want it.

It must stay in the shed.

Okay.

[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]

It belongs up there.

All right.

I can see that.

There we go.

Did you, uh... make those signs everywhere?

They aren't signs. They're runes.

There's a box of all your old Viking stuff, I think.

-[boxes rustling] -They are... Here, take a look.

[light chuckle]

[Manfred] I'm cold.

I don't want to be here.

-[rainfall] -[sighs]

Would you like some hot chocolate?

What's Anker looking for in the woods?

He told me it's a lot of money, so you can tell me.

[thunder rumbling]

It's weird you keep asking when I don't know.

[Margrethe] Hmm. But why do you think it's

so difficult for Anker to find the money?

He doesn't remember a thing, not even how to place a rune.

Place a rune? What does that mean?

When you have a secret, you place a rune...

...after a raid marking the loot.

And Anker wants you to place a rune nearby?

[fire crackling]

I'd love to see you place a rune.

Maybe you could even show me how to do it.

Do you think I'm crazy?

I'm not crazy. Anker's the crazy one.

He doesn't even remember Baldur or anything.

He's the crazy one.

[Werner] Margrethe.

Come upstairs to see what I've sewn.

[Margrethe] Not right now, Werner.

You need to come now.

-Come on. -[sighs]

Excuse me.

[dramatic music]

[thunder rumbling]

[footsteps ascending]

[scribbling]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[groggy exhale]

[sharp inhale]

[groggy exhale]

[indistinct conversations in background]

[Werner] I may alter this. I'm unsure about the colors.

The light changes them.

[Hamdan] This is dyed beaver.

Can we keep the clothes for private use?

I'll check the tax regulations, but I'm sure it's fine.

-Uh-huh. -Good morning, Anker.

Good morning.

-Good morning. -Good morning, John.

[Lothar] Have you seen Werner's creations?

Isn't it amazing? And everyone insists

I get an outfit as well, so I yielded.

It's my desperate nudge towards Beatles.

McCartney invented Sgt. Pepper

when they tired of being themselves.

-A whole new identity. -[drums playing lightly]

I know that you probably think it's silly, but this'll work.

I promise.

I don't think it's silly.

I think it's absolutely brilliant.

We're headed in the right direction.

Whatever you're doing, keep it up.

[Lothar] Okay. Will do.

[instruments playing in background]

-Good morning. -Good morning.

I know you're looking for the money.

John told me all about it.

[cutting]

Relax, I'm not gonna call the police.

Why not?

Because I want the same as you.

Okay.

And what do I want?

To get away.

But you can't find the money, right?

I think I can persuade John to tell us where it is.

Us?

[sighs] Let's stop playing games, okay, Anker?

[instruments continue playing in background]

-What games do you mean? -[scoffs] Oh, come on.

I've seen you looking at me ever since you guys arrived.

I don't blame you for thinking I'm totally out of your league, but...

Werner and I haven't been happy for many years.

Okay.

You don't show it much.

It's a facade.

I want to go with you when you leave.

[instruments playing]

Ooh. Oh...

What the hell are you doing?

You told her about the money?

I didn't.

I only told her about the runes.

You've just got a lot of money.

I'm not doing this right now.

Tell me where the rest is.

Do you understand? It's over. Damn it!

[suspenseful music]

Here comes Freja.

[Anker] Freja?

Are you sure he didn't follow you?

I don't think so. I ran.

I took the train.

I didn't know what else to do.

Are you and Manfred okay?

[Anker] Think before you act.

You can't just come here.

Do you think I want to be here?

I hate being here, I hate it so much.

Then, I don't get why you came. I really don't.

You know you really are such a prick.

You show up and everything goes crazy again.

Why haven't you left?

So can't you find your money or what?

Don't you think I know why you came here?

I know you.

We've waited so long for you.

And now you're gonna take off again and leave it all behind.

You promised Mom to look after Manfred.

You fucking swore.

Of course I'm going away. Of course I am.

I'm not stupid. You should go too.

You're wasting your life on him.

If you go, you're just like Dad.

Oh, don't you fucking pull that on me.

[dramatic music]

Sometimes I think that I see Dad

on the train or in crowds of people.

I dream that he'll come and apologize.

How can you just abandon a family like that?

I know it's crazy, but...

...I still think he'll show up and give a speech

for me if I ever get married.

[Anker] Look, you and Mom

have talked about him for 40 years.

Move on. The guy found a family he liked

better than us and that's that.

He couldn't stand Manfred, no one can.

Dad was a piece of shit, Freja.

Be glad that he left.

Dad was other things, too.

People are more than one thing.

-[objects rattling] -[music fades]

[Hamdan sighs] Doesn't John have to help?

[Lothar] Come, Paul-George.

-We'll grab the instruments. -[sighs]

Stop calling me Paul-George.

John, are you hearing this?

[sighs] Please help us.

Don't just sit there feeling sorry for yourself.

[Werner] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Careful with the epaulette.

Hey, you butt out. You're not in the band.

You know what? I don't understand

a word you say... Swedish idiot.

[Hamdan] So, I'm a Swedish idiot.

Okay. [sighs]

What the heck are you doing?

[Hamdan] At least I'm not an alcoholic.

Take off the clothes.

Now, no more freebies.

Take them off, okay? I told you to take them off.

Hey, hey, save your energy for the instruments.

You're not fooling anyone with your Swedish crap music.

You know very well...

you're not blue-eyed or blonde.

You aren't Björn, and you never will be.

-[Hamdan grunts] -You're pathetic.

-[thud] -[grunt]

-[body thuds] -[grunts]

-No! Not the guitar. -[thud]

-Paul. -[Hamdan] I'm out.

-George? -Werner?

Björn!

-[Hamdan] I'm out. It's over. -[Lothar sighs]

Okay. Uh...

We'll go for a stroll, and then we'll leave.

-[dramatic music] -[digging]

[sighs] Not here either.

This is driving me crazy.

I've had it.

You need to talk to him.

Make him understand we'll all die.

Can't we just leave without the money?

It doesn't matter anymore.

They'll lock you up for this anyway.

[sighs]

-For what? -For springing the loons

from the hospital.

Why do you say that?

They know it's you, they've got you on camera.

I don't know what the penalty is

for kidnapping four psychotic patients.

[dramatic music]

But it was Lothar.

I only helped Manfred.

-And it's three patients. -Oh, they said four on the news.

[drums playing]

There you are. Paul-George

punched Werner and left the band.

-We have to go on stage tonight. -[music fades]

I need you now.

Not now. Over 25 people bought a ticket for tonight.

What don't you get?

Listen, we have internal strife

in the band and a major concert in three hours.

Had I known being a manager was like this, I would have never--

-Come on! -[Lothar whimpers] Relax, relax.

-I have a plan B. -Shut the fuck up!

This ends here.

Kjeld.

Why do you say Kjeld?

Don't you think there's enough confusion

-as it is? -Because he is Kjeld.

He's a psychiatric patient.

Well, aren't they all?

[Lothar] Precisely, Margrethe.

As I've said so all along.

Lothar Kjeld Gerner Nielsen, psychiatric patient.

What's wrong with my name Kjeld?

There are a lot of people named Kjeld.

So you're not dying or what?

-Who's dying? -Shut up and hold still.

[Lothar] I may be dying. I haven't been scanned for a long time.

Don't talk to me like that, dammit!

Enough of this crap.

I've been sewing for 14 hours.

I've been attacked, and you know what?

I'm tired.

Right now, I just need a glass of Burgundy.

Okay?

-[metallic thud] -No! Anker!

-[metallic thud] -No, Anker!

-[thuds] -[glass breaking]

-[Anker groans] -Anker!

-Anker! -You see that?

-He hit him. -[car engine starts]

He hit him with a frying pan.

Everybody dies.

Now he will die too.

-He will. -Oh... Nobody's gonna die.

Yes, he'll die.

And I'll be sent away.

Oh, will you stop it?

Listen, why don't you go and rehearse for your concert?

[sighs] I swear if you touch that guitar again...

...I'll knock your brains out.

[both groan]

And yes, you're right.

We're all gonna die, and it's because of you.

[Freja] No, Anker, stop it. That's not true.

[dramatic music]

Look at me. Look at Freja.

Look at her.

That's your fault.

-That's your fault. -[Freja] Stop it.

-[Anker] It's your fault we're in this hole. -[Freja] Stop it.

-[Anker] It's your fault I'd left. -[Freja] Stop it.

-[mumbling] Oh, yeah? -Everything is your fault.

You stop it, goddammit!

-No, John, wait! John! -[Manfred whimpering]

-Come back, John! -[door slams shut]

[sighs]

-[music continues] -[breathing shakily]

[music fades]

[breathing shakily]

[Lothar] Get in.

No.

[Lothar] Have you been crying?

Go, I'll take the bus.

It's okay to cry, I've often cried.

I've cried much more.

Just look into my eyes.

Well...

we could try to go back and apologize to them.

No, I'm going to Germany.

What if we got the band back together?

I'm going to Germany.

What are you gonna do in Germany?

The Holocaust.

End it once and for all, you can't stop me.

No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it.

But maybe the two of us could go together.

-[engine turns off] -[Hamdan inhales]

[sighs] Lothar, answer truthfully.

Don't I have...

blonde hair and blue eyes?

I'm going crazy here.

I don't know if what I see is true.

[stuttering] Well, I see...

I don't see blue eyes and blonde hair.

-Oh, no. -[Lothar] I-- I see a dark person

with an impressive beard.

Uh, but-- but Hamdan,

it doesn't matter what I or anyone else sees.

What matters is what you see.

And first and foremost, I see the band's most talented member.

And I also see a strikingly handsome

and deeply harmonious man.

And I see a wonderful colleague who could go solo.

[birds chirping]

Yeah.

Good. Hop in.

Okay.

[engine starts]

-[car approaching] -[hammering]

[opera music playing]

-[engine turns off] -[music stops]

[ominous music]

[car door closes]

Can I help you?

-[metallic thud] -[thuds]

-[thud] -[grunts]

-[groans] -[metallic thud]

[Margrethe groaning]

[thud]

[Flemming] Anker!

[soft groan]

[music fades]

[water dripping]

[heavy breathing]

[chair thuds]

Anker.

Flemming.

Take it easy.

[thud]

[Flemming] Anker?

I want the money, Anker.

[breathing shakily]

It's not... yours.

I haven't got it.

I tried calling...

I'll have it soon.

Okay. Look, Anker.

I'm gonna cut off one of your brother's fingers now.

And then you have ten seconds to think.

And I'll cut off one more.

-And one more. -[Anker] Flemming, don't do it.

Easy. You'll get the money as soon as I find it.

Wait. [breathing shakily] No, no.

Flemming, listen. I don't know where it is.

[Anker grunts]

[blood dripping]

Okay, that's... a first.

People usually scream like crazy.

I'd say this is a rare case.

Flemming. Please leave him be.

Only he knows where it is.

Quiet, Anker. I can take one more.

Do you know where the money is, Manfred?

[groans]

John.

His name is John.

Oh, sorry.

Where's the money, John?

Yes. By the lake. By the lake.

But I won't show you if you hurt my brother.

Please don't hurt him.

-Take me instead. -[thud]

You just hurt my brother, so I won't show you.

I'll never find the money now.

Can't find the money.

Can't find the money.

What-- What do you want me to do?

Get in the car.

[dramatic music]

-Drive. -I ca--

I can't. I'm not allowed to drive.

-Drive! -I can only use automatic.

And I just dropped a finger.

We have to go back for it.

I need to bring Anker and my finger.

-I need that. -I'll shoot you in the neck

-if you don't drive. -I know that.

I've known for a long time.

Where do you want to go now, you said?

-Take me to the money. -We can't.

[stuttering] It's Anker's money.

I can't tell anyone. [groans]

My hand does hurt a bit now. [groans]

I'm hungry, too. Can we eat something?

I'm cold, too.

Can we eat?

-Let's go. -Right. Right.

Let's go. Right. I'm going.

-Okay. Let's go. -[clicks]

[stuttering] How do you make it go?

It's really hard.

-[groans] I can't. -[wipers swishing]

-[engine starts] -But I'll go now.

[tires screech]

[breathing heavily]

What you have done is really illegal.

[sighs]

The small animal is crossing the road.

Ugh, shut the fuck up and breathe like a man.

But I can't.

-[music continues] -[engine revving]

You don't have to go any faster.

Anker is my brother.

He protects me.

Leave us alone now.

Don't kill him. Don't kill him. I don't want you to.

Don't go so fast.

[engine revving]

I said slow down, you idiot.

Are you gonna promise not to kill Anker?

-Slow down now. -[gun clicks]

Slow down, Manfred.

[grunts]

[grunt]

[car crashing]

[wood cracking]

You have serious mental issues in your family.

You know that?

Yeah.

[metal creaking]

[gentle music]

[fire blazing]

[panting]

Anker.

[breathing shakily]

[Manfred groaning]

Anker.

Anker.

Manfred.

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

John.

Manfred!

[dramatic music]

Manfred! [voice echoing]

[digging]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[music continues]

Come here.

Daddy loves you.

[mom] See you on Sunday.

I made dinner for you to warm.

[engine starts]

[music turns ominous]

-[whip lashes] -[screaming]

-[whip lashes] -[screaming and crying]

[dad] No, no, no, no, no!

[helmet rattling]

Something terrible has happened.

To Mom and Freja?

-They've killed him. He's dead. -[young Anker] Who?

[dad sobbing]

Come with me.

[eerie music]

-[dad groans] -[breathing shakily]

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[young Anker panting]

[dad groaning]

Call an ambulance.

Manfred.

Just you wait...

...till I get back on my feet.

I'll beat you too.

You won't be able to move.

I-- I hope that...

-[music continues] -[door opens]

Look away, Manfred.

[dad] Anker.

Anker, what are you doing?

-[grunting] -[thuds]

[reporter on TV] John Lennon was shot four times

as he arrived at his home in New York with Yoko Ono.

He was rushed to Roosevelt Hospital,

and was later pronounced dead.

The perpetrator, Mark David Chapman,

appears to be a fanatical fan.

[music continues]

[water running]

We'll never speak of this.

Swear you won't say a word to anyone.

You'll stop being a Viking, okay?

[sighs]

Don't ever be one again.

[squeaking]

[helmet thuds]

[sobbing]

[music fades]

[sobbing]

I gathered mushrooms here with Mom,

but I didn't say anything to her.

She stood right on top of him.

Are you upset that I showed you?

I think I sort of knew.

I thought I dreamt it.

[sighs]

Freja often does too.

Freja doesn't know?

No.

But she dreams about him.

She's very sad.

I think she'd like to know.

You can tell her now.

Do you want me to tell her for the both of us?

Do you dare?

I'd really like you to.

[birds chirping]

I know you're leaving.

I embarrass you, I understand.

I'm not always nice to be around.

[gentle music]

Nobody's nice all the time.

You can be exactly what you wanna be.

[sighs]

[car approaching]

[jazz music playing]

-[engine turns off] -[music stops]

-[hand break squeaks] -What the hell is that?

I found her this morning.

She fell and hit a rock.

I told her to bring a flashlight.

-[car door opens] -You're home now.

Come on, come on. There you go.

Can I do something?

No, they said she just needs to rest.

Hmm.

[Werner] I think I'll make some soup. You'll eat soup from now on.

She's lost quite a lot of teeth.

-[sighs] -[gentle music]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[indistinct dialogue]

[inaudible]

[crying]

-[hammering] -[music fades]

[gentle music]

[car approaching]

[car door closes]

Well, okay, let's have it up.

Have I lied about who I am?

Yeah, maybe I have.

My dad was the union representative in IKEA

in Ballerup, not Taastrup.

The Taastrup store didn't open until after they closed

the Ballerup store and wrongly dismissed my father.

So yeah..

my father was the head

of the only IKEA store in the world that has ever closed.

And I think you know what that sort of thing

would do to a small family.

And if that makes me a bad person,

that I'm a dreamer, that I don't necessarily distinguish

between fantasy and reality...

...and that I simply wanted to recreate

the best band in the world, then-- then go ahead,

call me ill.

[stuttering] And if you want to, hit me back.

Björn and I bought a brand new pan for you.

[birds chirping]

Can-- Can you forgive me, Anker?

Ah... [stutters]

A-- Are you angry with me?

I forgive you.

I'm not angry.

[Lothar] Ah...

Thank you, Anker.

[gentle music]

[digging]

[plastic bag rustles]

[heavy breathing]

-[breathing heavily] -[cash thuds]

[music continues]

[applause]

Oh. They're on next.

Smell it to know if it's fresh. Smell it, love.

But I can't smell anything.

Will you shut up? They're on.

-Why? -[host] What an afternoon, huh?

What a show, ladies and gentlemen.

Does he really have to bring the axe?

-It's dangerous. -[host] ...part of this grand

-happening. This will be a... -But it's so huge.

How did the restaurant allow it? Leave it.

-No, axes are allowed again. -[host] And I'm proud to be announcing...

-Not on the stage! -[crowd applauding]

...The Flying Beavers!

Then you can't play with us.

If you really want to bring it, then you should bring it.

But you don't need it.

[applauses]

[gentle music]

[playing rock music]

♪ Woo! ♪

♪ Well, shake it up, Baby, now ♪

-♪ Shake it up, baby ♪ -♪ Shake it up, baby ♪

♪ Twist and shout ♪

-♪ Twist and shout ♪ -♪ Twist and shout ♪

♪ Come on, come on Come on, baby, now ♪

-♪ Come on, baby ♪ -♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ Come on and work it on out ♪

-♪ Work it on out ♪ -♪ Work it on out ♪

-♪ Ooh ♪ -♪ Well, work it on out ♪

-♪ Work it on out ♪ -♪ Work it on out ♪

♪ You know you look so good ♪

-[mic thuds] -[both] ♪ Look so good ♪

♪ You know you Got me goin' now ♪

-♪ Got me goin' ♪ -♪ Got me goin' ♪

♪ Just like you Knew you would ♪

[both] ♪ Like I knew you would ♪

-♪ Ooh ♪ -♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah! Ah ♪

[harmonizing]

[melancholic music]

[inaudible]

[music continues]

[music fades]

Oh...

[dramatic music]

[paper rustling]

[scribbling]

[narrator] There are all kinds of people in this world.

Under the chieftain, everyone was happy

-and everyone was equal. -[laughter and indistinct chattering]

-Everyone was equally happy. -[cheering]

Sure, there were bumps in the road to overcome

-and battles to fight. -[screaming and grunting]

But the chieftain always made sure

that everyone was of equal value.

[screaming]

He knew only too well

that when everyone's missing a foot, no one's missing a foot.

-[metallic clanks] -[wet thuds]

As the years went by,

everyone became even happier than before.

It was common knowledge

that a people with missing limbs

is off balance and shouldn't throw axes at each other.

But they didn't hold back, for they knew

that if everyone was off balance, nobody is off balance.

-[axe swooshing] -[thud]

When the day dawned, the unthinkable happened.

The chieftain didn't have to think twice about his decision.

-[axes swinging] -[wet thuds]

Many were afraid, but nobody dared say it out loud.

And the chieftain was the last one

to put his head on the block.

In the seconds before the axe struck his neck,

he looked at his people...

...and a blissful calm settled in his heart.

For all the maladjusted and outcasts,

the strange, weak, ill,

the rich, the poor,

the beautiful and the ugly,

the men and women and all the others

who didn't know who they were,

never had he seen them calmer or more harmonious.

And finally, everyone was of equal value.

-[axe swings] -[wings flapping]

[music fades]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music fades]