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In seconds, we'll see the greatest hospital disaster in recent history.

Give me back my child!

The sun turns so red mother, and the night became black

Little Brother is dead, mother, and Mona has been lost

Åge walks outside, mother, we lock our door

It blows on my pillow, mother, will The Kingdom be like before?

Imagine, they can sell those half-witted songs?

That is not an ending.

There is...

Little Brother

MRS DRUSSE...

The Kingdom is not well yet!

You can easily get those pathetic knots undone.

It's Little Brother, who's calling.

Can't you hear him?

Or don't you care, as per usual?

I do care.

What is Little Brother saying?

He says, he's drowning.

LITTLE BROTHER DROWNING

SLEEP WALKER

I didn't order a taxi.

Don't worry. It's all taken care of.

The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland.

Where the bleaching ponds once lay.

Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth

in the shallow waters preparing for bleaching.

The steam evaporating covered the place in a permanent fog.

Centuries later the hospital was built here.

The bleachers gave way to doctors and the nations brightest

and the most perfect technology.

To crown the work they called the hospital The Kingdom.

Now life was to be charted,

and ignorance and superstition never to shake science again.

Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced,

and their persistent denial of the spiritual,

For it is like the cold and damp has returned.

Tiny signs of fatigue is appearing

in the otherwise solid and modern buildings.

No living person knows it yet,

but the gateway to The Kingdom is opening once again.

THE KINGDOM

Part 9. Halmer

I would like to speak to Mrs Drusse.

It's been a while since anybody asked for Mrs Drusse.

Can't you get it. Mrs Drusse doesn't exist.

That bloody TV series has damage The Kingdoms reputation.

It's all something, that idiot Trier has fumbled his way through to.

Mrs Drusse is fictional.

Then I would like to speak to Little Brother.

He is in trouble.

I'm afraid, he's about to drown.

You can show yourself out.

How do you know all this is real?

But I don't actually know.

You won't remember anything anyway, when you wake up.

That varies. Sometimes nothing, but most times a little a bit.

You're Krogen, right?

You are Krogen.

Just shut up, you crazy ugly bitch!

THE KINGDOM'S GROUNDBREAKING SHOVEL

You're nervous.

Does it have anything to do with what that idiot Trier did back then?

No, it's just that little bird.

What about it?

Is it a migrating bird?

No, it's gone. I can't see it.

I don't know if it's a migrating bird.

Forget the bird. It's not important.

Holger Danske...

"Vide et disce. Exodus anceps ferrum est."

"Watch and learn."

"Exodus is a double-edged sword."

A big helicopter is approaching.

Yes, so there is. He hasn't made himself known.

That's against the rules.

It's a bloody Swede.

Is there a special procedure for the patient? We haven't received data.

You don't have any data, because we don't have any patients.

I don't understand.

Get excited, Danes, we have one of Sweden's best doctors on board.

Take me to your leader.

Now both have finally arrived, and Exodus has started.

"Exodus?"

Exodus is the big departure.

The evil and the good spirits will exit through The Kingdom's gate,

but everything has to be done correctly.

When?

It's at Christmas, it will happen.

It will happen at Christmas.

Hiya.

Hiya.

The elevator elf.

I just want to have a chat with my old neighbour.

-Neighbour across. -You always joined the parties.

We danced, and you were a member of the abseiling club.

That was when you dared to do something.

What is it you want from me? I'm just a poor doctor.

I just want to chat to you.

How come you're always here, regardless of which elevator I take?

Why are you always so grumpy?

I would love to tell you about my interesting operations. Now...

Hiya. Hiya...

-Dear Mr Medical Director. -I'm so glad you're here.

My computer is broken again.

What is this crap we buy? Now I need another new one.

Do you have issues with your foot?

The only thing in need of a diagnosis is this bloody computer.

My name is Helmer Jr. Good morning.

I'm the new Chief Physician at Neurosurgical. My merits.

We are apparently sharing the responsibility, Pontopidan and I.

What the hell are you laughing at?

I have been advised,

that the relationship between Danes and Swedes can be a bit tense,

so I have decided to laugh a lot,

just like the Danes do spontaneously from time to time.

I assure you, there will be no laughing in this office.

If I may?

As a man from a large country to a man from a small country

the basic rule of Patience, is that you put

black on red and vice versa.

That explains a lot.

It does.

It's today,

Ministry of Health presents their view on quality at the hospitals.

Until now we've been number one. I have my doubts this time.

Skejby, of all, got that bloody Cyclotron machine.

I can point out,

parts of the building suffer from direct sun.

To hell with the sun. It's all that new, they've built over there.

It looks like shit and could just as well be a part of Tivoli.

The Swede is coming.

Sweden, Sweden, Sweden...

Ugh!

Good morning, good morning, to the whole farm

Oh, there he is. He's the new one.

Who was that gay bastard?

The administrative Chief Physician, Pontopidan. Your new partner.

Remember to be friendly. Laugh, for Christ sake.

Good morning. My name is Helmer, the newly appointed professor.

Eldest son of the late Stig G. Helmer.

I humbly ask for the key to my office.

I immediately recognised the name, when I saw the parcels.

I've been wondering, what does the G in your fathers name stand for?

My fathers name was Stig Gustav Helmer.

Gustav after King Gustav Vasa.

Yes.

Christian Tyran and all that.

In Denmark we only remember Gustav Vasa,

because he introduced mulled wine.

Excuse me, but as a colleague of Swedish origin...

That hateful attitude towards my country...

I can see on your lips,

that you were close to making the comparison with the Vasa ship,

that sank on it's maiden voyage due to a minor technical fault.

"A minor technical fault"? The lower canon deck was under the water line,

and the maiden voyage was only a few meters.

Here you go. Here's the key.

What the hell is this?

-That is a key. -This is not a key.

-No, it's a key. -I asked for the key to my office.

We don't use those kind of keys, we don't lock any department doors.

That was decided by administrative Chief Physician Pontopidan,

we call it "the open doors pervasive policy."

There is an invoice from IKEA, it needs paying straight away.

Oh my God.

I don't have any Danish money on me out of principle.

Please can you get the staff together in an hour.

-Of course. -Thank you.

IKEA!

How nice.

-Who the hell are you? -I'm a porter.

Everybody calls me Bulder for some reason.

I'm born in the country, and there you have to really dig in.

Save me the details. Come here.

Here. You take over.

There you go.

Good morning.

Good morning.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Hi. -Hello. Good morning.

-Hi, hi. -Good morning.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Good morning.

My name is professor Helmer, and...

Like...

-the joy... -by...

-Christmas... -hymns...

a candle...

-is... -lit...

-with... -Halmer.

Thanks.

Very kind, but my name is not Halmer.

I do know that, but the rhyme teased me a bit,

so I thought, it made sense, that if your father,

who we've all heard so much about, was Helmer,

you as his son must then be Halmer.

"The whole" and "the half". It was meant lovingly.

Naver is coming. He's had a huge argument in the canteen.

Did he do that thing with the eye? I hate that.

Ugh!

To perhaps talk about something else...

I understand, you're not keen on the open doors policy, Halmer?

To put it mildly, I have mixed feelings,

about having accepted this position.

You don't leave Karolinska just like that.

I had to come to the country that made my father insane, to understand

and if possible continue his work.

To complete my dad's mission to raise the Danish standard.

Even close to a Swedish level.

No white man's strength can reach that far.

But I can see, I have that opportunity.

With small and precise efforts

I will help you out of the dust, so you can face the sun.

That's my true calling.

Does anybody know what's on the menu in the canteen today?

If I were to look around this group, which I don't want to,

I can establish, that the ethnic diversity here is way below par.

Way below par.

Yes, right... It's because, everyone is not here yet.

That is a right mess. Can you please find Josef and...

Amira?

Dr Josef and Dr Maria... I mean Amira.

A Danish break?

A break? They didn't do anything.

And still it's one of the most important days of their lives.

Josef and Amira, come with me.

Put it on.

Remember to bloody smile.

Yes, there you are. This is Dr Anderson.

Sit there, just as per usual. And Dr Mogensen.

So they are originally foreigners

and probably have a different culture regarding meeting times

if I'm not mistaken?

-All the way under the beds... -And the toilet, if there's time.

I understand.

I want to thank you for honouring this meeting with your presence.

Thank you, even if you come from a nation without watches.

That's how it is. What does Naver say?

Either I go into such a rage, I dig my own eye out with this spoon,

or we do it another way,

where I become sweet and compliant like a spring hare.

-Is a spring hare very compliant? -I don't know much about hares...

I'm a bit unsure if your statement contains a trap,

but I choose without question the spring hare.

As we for some strange

and to me baffling reason share responsibility for this department,

I wonder, if I can introduce a non-binary policy straight away.

Non-binary policy? Now?

It's to avoid anything being twisted with regards to gender.

The introduction of a non-gender

in relationship to patients and employees.

That's really good. That's good...

Pass me a journal. Any will do. Does anyone...?

Here we have an Astrid Hansen personal ID 090256.

The procedure simply means you remove all gender identity.

I suggest, we talk about an A. Hansen

with personal ID 090256-137,

as the gender is shown by the last number.

Distrust and hatred

not to mention discrimination

has far too long be-soiled the world.

Really good, I think.

We start small. I admit that.

But with these small changes to personal data we get to the source.

Thank you. Patients are no longer him or her,

but as I stated earlier, they.

-What about Hansen? -What?

The surname indicate there has been a male involved in the family.

Historically "Hansen" is simply "Hans son".

Two times masculine. Why don't we just loose the surname too?

Make sure the procedure is implemented across the department.

As of today.

Trivia... I know it.

I know a non-binary policy can lead to misunderstandings.

Ugh!

Now we speak of trivia,

I'd like to challenge the professor with a trivia of a different kind.

It's tradition in this group to select a representative

from The Kingdom to compete against any new professor.

Do you accept this challenge, professor Helmer? They against they.

Custom follow or country flee.

Even though that last part is a tempting alternative...

-I accept. -We like that.

Good, good.

I don't think it's fair to challenge without informing about

the basic idea of the competition.

I think, the professor is willing to abide by an old tradition,

and is brave enough to commit himself to what's to come. Correct?

It sounds good.

Lovely to hear.

As The Kingdom is the challenger, It's "they" who choose the weapon.

I choose... O.P. Anderson.

O.P. Anderson.

Voila. Voila...

Do you understand the rules and are you ready?

It is The Kingdom who challenges, so Bulder, will you begin?

-H.C. Andersen. -Accepted. Nice.

-Then I say Astrid Lindgren. -Nah. That's not the same level.

She doesn't beat H.C. Andersen.

So then I drink now?

You drink now.

Thank you, thanks.

-August Strindberg. -No.

Bulder?

-Søren Kierkegaard. -Yes, thank you. Now we're off.

Kierkegaard beats Strindberg, so Halmer drinks for next level.

20cl. Those are the rules, Helmer.

-Do you give up? -Sure he'll give us a small one...

Sure he'll give us a small one...

a small one, a small one...

Drink, drink, drink.

-Give him some water. -No water allowed, sorry.

Anna, can you please step away from the games area?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why are you so serious all of a sudden?

The Dane is supposed to be a cheerful guy.

Alcohol! Something I usually don't drink.

It's a damn effective "additive substance".

Am I slurring my words? No...

No, not already. It's just my imagination.

It's my imagination. "Addictive Substance."

"Addictive Substance" I meant to say.

-It's now Bulder's challenge. -Carl T.H. Dreyer.

I can tell you straight away, that's not accepted.

20cl for Bulder.

Carl T.H. Dreyer? Who the hell is that?

Incredibly boring films, that nobody bothered to watch.

That's it. Very nice. Yes.

Ingmar Bergman. Not a fun guy either, but still.

That's not accepted. That means double penalty.

Helmer, I really don't think you should.

I would like you to drink. That's what's being required.

-No, that's dangerous. -We haven't forced him.

It's up to you to decide. You have the right to choose.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

Are you in? Hand in the air.

-It's time now. -He shall live, he shall live...

They should be nice to him.

Yes, because even a Swede is a type of human being.

She should wake up now.

It's far too easy for them to catch her, whilst she's sleeping.

-Yes, wake up now, Karen. -Wake up, Karen.

Do you want this off, professor Helmer?

Oh, dear. We just have to...

-He doesn't want help. -Get the door off.

Professor Halmer?

It's anger.

It's anger, I see. It's anger.

I don't really know what that means.

Are you angry? He is angry.

Is it me now?

Yes, the genre has changed, it's hospitals.

Karolinska.

It's accepted.

Skejby.

-Skejby. -Yes, Skejby. Accepted.

Bulder, good sportsmanship.

The animals in Africa are hungry, before they eat

You can sometimes read it in Africa's papers

Molak, molak, mak, mak, mak!

No, he's falling.

Oh, dear. Yes, get up. Just like that.

Give him a hand.

He shall live, he shall live, hip hurrah

What are you doing?

What are you doing? It tickles!

-That's the address. -Who is saying something?

Skejby has unanimously become Denmark's number one.

Hello?

Hello. You shouldn't lie here. It's too cold to lie here.

The hallway is blocked off. You can't get any further. One moment.

Careful... There, there.

I'm thirsty.

-Here you go, my friend. -Who are you?

I'm thirsty.

The cup...

moved across the table.

I know that. When I've had the worst nightmares,

it's always a real mess in my bedroom after.

I never quite understood that, but now it makes sense.

It's me, who move the things.

I have read about it. It's called telekinesis.

It's in reality something most can do, if they could only be bothered.

Would that mean,

I could sit here and move the patients around

without having to get out and walk? I'm a porter you see.

That would be clever. My name is Karen.

My name is Bulder.

You're surely not Bulder.

They began calling me that when I started here.

I apparently look like someone, who was on TV.

My name is Balder, but now they call me Bulder,

because the old Bulder died, when donating bone marrow to Bondo.

-Then it went wrong. -Because the power went out.

How did you know that? It's a secret.

I have seen it on a DVD. It was Krogen, who cut the power.

I don't know anything about that.

You shouldn't get involved in something you don't know about.

We have to find Little Brother.

I don't know him.

There's apparently someone, who knows something.

It's a spirit. Won't you please help me find the spirit?

-What are doing, Bulder? -I'm just trying telekinesis.

Now I've seen you do it, it didn't look too difficult.

Hi, Bulder.

Hi, hi.

How do you know there are spirits here?

I dreamt it.

There are plenty of spirits around tonight.

I dreamt, they flew up and down inside the elevator shafts

and said "ooh...".

That is quite a stereotypical perception.

It's me who believes in them, so it's also me who's right.

They landed on top of the elevators and fell asleep in a great pile.

Could you take me to the elevator in entrance 3?

That's where Mary rang her bell, so Mrs Drusse could hear her.

But you have your own bell.

That's because I'm a sleep walker. Then people can hear me coming.

So I avoid walking into them.

-You just had a good idea, Bulder. -I did?

Yes, to use the bell just like Mary.

They are up there in the elevator shaft.

It's no good, Bulder. I need to get up under the ceiling.

It's that acoustic covering. It soaks up the sound.

Wasn't there a ladder out there? Bulder.

It's the acoustic covering, that takes the sound...

Are you awake?

Can you hear that?

It sounds just like a rumbling stomach.

You spirit, who is awake. You, who's stomach is rumbling.

What's wrong, as you can't sleep?

The spirit puts its whole hand into the paint.

"I..."

Come.

"I am the last

to fall asleep."

"When I'm..."

-"hungry". -That goes without saying.

What's your name?

"Salomon." Come, Bulder. No, I can walk myself.

Couldn't you have told me that earlier?

"We are all fasting...

recently."

What do you mean, Salomon?

He's also fallen asleep now.

Neurosurgical. I should have known.

This is where, Drusse came.

If anybody knows anything about Little Brother, they'll be here.

We can't get through here. But I know another way.

It's very hard to get into Neurosurgical.

But not hard enough. I bet you, Karen will manage it,

even though it's dangerous for her.

Oh no. No more danger in The Kingdom. I can't take the danger.

I know one of the hackers. Her name is Kalle.

All illegal IT happens down here. Hi, Kalle.

What can I do for you?

My name is Karen Svensson, and I would like to be admitted.

Okay, just don't come back and say it was my idea.

I navigate everything around the Health platform,

an American computer program that was forced upon us.

Bloody impossible to use. What department do you want?

I dream about the Neurosurgical. I would really like that.

DEPARTMENT: NEUROSURGICAL RECIPIENT: SANTA CLAUSE

And what diagnosis have you made up?

Somnambulism and nyctophobia.

That is sleep walking and fear of the dark.

-So. -Many thanks.

The Director has managed to finish his Patience.

That's nice.

Don't say that. Soon he'll come running because it's too easy.

If Little Brother is about to drown, it has to involve water.

-Where can that be, Bulder? -I don't really know.

I vaguely remember shapes and smells.

And something about a statue.

"Look and learn. Exodus is a double-edged sword."

I find it very hard to think. It's peculiar.

-What was that? -We're in the Radiology department.

The students borrowed the machine. They're actually from Neurosurgical.

-Is this Neurosurgical department? -Yes.

-It's very hard to get in here. -It's very hard to get in here.

I know, it's a repetition, but I think it's correct.

-Are you sure you want to be here? -Yes, yes.

Now something is starting to happen.

What the hell is that?

Have they managed...

to create a bridgehead?

That must have required...

a certain amount of education and discipline.

But, of course,

the Dane want's to step onto Swedish soil

to avoid stupidity.

Who is it, that's capable of such great thoughts?

That nickname was no coincidence.

I'm just a half Helmer. "Halmer".

I thought, I was an eagle.

Remember, that nobility, each Swede is carrying,

you can never take!

Danish scum!

Well, you probably thought,

you would avoid the Directors cocky comments.

I have physically withdrawn and am no longer really in the picture.

Why? One could ask.

Let me be honest and say: Vanity.

The 25 years since the last recordings have left their marks.

Moreover, I can't live up to the unbearable cockiness,

the younger Lars Von Trier made use of.

And yet it's precisely vanity which is the real killer.

With this poor excuse, I make a sort of connection

to the episode we watched before the end credits.

Vanity is a sort of engine for all the characters in The Kingdom.

Nothing wrong with that.

You could say the same about the real world, around us.

I have done my best, and everybody will of course demand more

a lot more.

That's reasonable, as the short was too short and the long, too long.

In conclusion, I turn to the old phrase and encourage everybody

to take the good with the bad.

Subtitles: Sophi Thomsen www.plint.com