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The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland

where the bleaching ponds once lay.

Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth.

The steam from the cloth shrouded the place in permanent fog.

Then the hospital was built here.

The bleachers gave way to doctors, researchers,

the best brains in the nation and the most perfect technology.

To crown their 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,

like their persistent denial of the spiritual.

For it is as if the cold and damp have returned.

Tiny signs of fatigue are appearing in the solid, modern edifice.

No living person knows it yet, but the portal to the Kingdom

is opening once again.

Birds of Passage

Adrenaline.

I left my knitting here.

The blue jersey? It will be nice.

Yes, won't it? I knew I must have left it in the Room.

The Room? Yes, the Swedenborg Room.

Oh ... So this is what it looks like!

Not to our taste, eh, Drusse? Oh, I don't know.

But Emma ... Emma!

Which way do I go now?

Come ...

It's too soon. You mustn't come yet.

They need you at the Kingdom. Your great task is at hand.

It will come to pass at Christmas. You must go back.

You must tell me more, Mary. Who are all the spirits?

Did they come out when the hole was open to long?

Tell me more ... whose are the evil eyes?

The hole wasn't open too long. You did nothing wrong.

The birds of passage are gathering round the beacon.

Your task is far greater than you know ... I can say no more.

Give my love to my little brother. Mary ...

Thank you.

She's fibrillating.

Sinus ... thank goodness.

Yes? You had a turn. Do you understand me?

No.

Stethoscope.

Nothing.

Hook is ...

... dead.

Yeah!

Nice work, Falcon. You did it! A new record!

Collect your winnings! I won!

How much? A lot. I'll put 1000 on the next.

Red or black? Black.

I think it's a disgusting game.

Loads of innocent people obeying the highway code

having their lives put at risk ... It's a long way from poker.

Talk about predictable! Christian, why are you so boring?

Ghostdriving is today's gladiatorial combat.

If anyone gets hurt it'll be Falcon.

There he is!

Show me a man better than him, and I am his!

Nice run.

I'm putting everything on black. ... I don't know why

but I have a feeling he won't make it next time.

I've got an idea for stopping Helmer from screwing me at my viva.

What?

Flattery. Flattery?

It's not good.

No, it is not.

They know not what they are doing to each other.

I thought I knew them all.

It's the evil eyes.

I do not want to like them anymore.

But you must, or they will be damned.

It is their only hope.

You'll have to bottle-feed as well.

I've got enough milk. It just needs to start running.

What is it, Mummy?

Someone I loved very much has died.

Arise for battle From your slumber

Every dead man

The Internationale ...

Why are you singing that stupid song?

You told me you were a communist in your youth.

Communist?

A columnist. For the Messenger.

Remind me now we're here

to have us both DNA tested.

Sometimes I get the feeling that you were swapped

at birth.

You're certainly not a chip off the old genetic block, my boy.

I'm so happy to have you back, Why ...

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

Is it hurting? Do you want more medicine?

Stop waffling about medicine.

Philip Marco. The great psychiatric surgeon.

From the Philippines. Never left a scar.

Take it easy, Mummy. How?

When wee Mary has told me that the Kingdom needs me?

It will all come to pass at Christmas.

The birds of passage are the spirits.

The birds in the picture were the spirits ...

The serpent was the doctors. And the tiger ...

The tiger ...

I don't know.

Why can't ghosts speak plainly?

Codes! Flashing lights! Flying tables! Tired old clich�s!

I suppose it's a tradition of theirs.

COURTESY CAR

QUIET WHEN GROUP

What?

We can't have this.

Not at all.

We must stop at once. During communion, silence.

SILENCE! Oh. I didn't know that.

What do you want? A talk, to sort things out.

Not until you obey our rules. Shoes!

You must wait.

It's the drum.

No! It's dreadful!

Didn't I say silence?

TOTAL SILENCE!

Damn you! Your zombie poison works like hell!

I don't get it, man. Did you do it right?

Smear it on the doorpost? You've made a murderer of me.

Surely you didn't make him drink it? Anyhow, he won't be dead.

He just looks like it. He's only "skin dead".

"Skin dead"? Give your enemy poison.

When he's skin dead you give him the antidote.

Then he turns into a zombie.

The antidote must be given within 72 hours ...

I'm not going back to Haiti for the antidote.

No need. I've noted the price on the label.

Yeah, there are a few Swedish notes, too.

Professor Helmer, do you want to know why I love you?

Idiot!

Because of you, I have started Swedish classes.

This is a passage from October 1943. Is my accent correct?

Listen ... "Turn your fishing boat around and sail back to Denmark!"

Very good. Or "Bo ...

But Rigmor ...

Why do you keep popping up here?

I'm so upset about Hook. I was so fond of him, after all.

Hook?

I'm sure we'll find a new junior registrar.

Have you no feelings?

Yes, I have. For you ...

My little dove.

Talking of fauna, the badger feeds mainly on rats.

It swallows them alive.

A weird sensation, eh? A rat wriggling in your tummy?

Knowing it is doomed?

It's no good. I need a shelf for all this.

Mrs. Svendsen, come in. We need another bookcase.

The files are a mess.

I'm afraid the blue needs analysis has disappeared.

Rigmor, I am moving my stuff to your place.

It's the loneliness. I shall follow.

After the lodge and a trip to the morgue.

The morgue? A patient died on me yesterday.

With a weird, accusing smile on his lips.

I want to see if it's faded.

"Has Dr. Helmer come?"

"I love you".

Excuse me.

Right, let's commence.

Any intelligent contributions for once?

"Would Dr. Helmer like some lovely wild strawberry cake, eh?"

"It's made of strawberries and cream ... it is Stickan's name day today!"

Yes? Professor Helmer?

The bookcase you ordered has come, but it is 10 cm too long.

Mrs. Svendsen, take it easy.

There is a solution to almost any problem. What's the problem?

The problem is that the door can't be closed

because the bookcase is too long.

The bookcase matches the amount of paper.

The door is too wide. Get the door changed. Goodbye.

Then there was the address. Address?

Where shall I put the address?

A letter like this, which needs 15 crowns' worth of stamps,

you need 60 25 �re stamps. But I can't see where to put ...

Mrs. Svendsen, there is a solution to almost any problem.

Yes. Get out! Beat it! Go away!

Yes, what is it? Excuse me again.

What now?

Professor Helmer, it is the police. They want to talk to you.

About a word beginning with ... M.

Murder.

Murder. About murder.

Hello. Detective Inspector Jensen.

On behalf of the state prosecution service.

How could anyone have the absurd idea that I have anything to do

with Hook's death? I demand, DEMAND, restitution.

Anyway, I'm not convinced he is dead.

We've come about Mona ... something or other.

Mona?

Mona ...

Oh, you mean the little face puller?

I know it sounds a bit cynical or tasteless

when we laugh at a poor wee brain damaged girl.

But she radiates so much energy, so much vivacity.

It cheers me up just to look at her.

We must rejoice in the tiniest lights in the darkness here.

You're wondering what this is?

Chamomile essence. Now, that would never occur to you.

In the midst of this bastion of technology!

But I try to combine the best of modern treatment

with the best of alternative medicine.

Like that, you can never go wrong.

Sit down, sit down. Where shall we begin?

Mogge?

Mogge, if you don't do the whole sleep period, no 150 crowns!

Christian, for God's sake do something unexpected for once!

QUIET WHILE GROUP

Oh, sorry. You gave me a shock.

That shock was very, very important.

It may help us sort things out.

What needs sorting out? Stuff in your head?

Yes, you may well say so.

What is your name, Whitecoat?

Einar Moesgaard. I'm a professor.

Not here you're not. Come here.

Look. There's the professor.

And there is Einar.

What would you like to say to the professor?

That depends what he is a professor of.

I'm going to say something very important, and say it only once.

The professor there is your father.

And you are Einar. You're a very, very, little boy.

Sit down ...

Look at the little boy. Sit on the professor?

Sit down ... OK, what do you see?

A little boy?

Very good. Yes, yes, fine, fine.

We're in business. That is the result of your parents.

You see your parents' child. My parents had no children.

You see yourself, damn it! Oh, that way, yes.

Sit down.

Look at both chairs.

Who are you mad at? I'm not mad at anyone.

Oh, yes, you are. I'm sure you're mad at the professor.

That depends on ... Yes? Yes, what does it depend on?

On what he's a professor of. Now I'm getting angry.

I may double the price of this session to provoke your cooperation.

First we find out who you are mad at.

Then we'll hear you scream.

And a little signature?

You can stop manually ventilating the minister, I've found the problem.

I am mad at you, Bob.

You are not nice to me.

I am always nice to you.

Are you listening? Horrid, horrid Bob!

I'm listening.

Shall we skip the childishness and get to the point?

I want to see the minister of health. Where is he?

He's having an operation.

Oh, yes, and I'm meant to perform it.

Excuse me, Bob. Pull yourself together.

Make him better. As good as new, Moesgaard, get it?

And address me as DG.

How silly! Yes, how silly!

Does it mean anything, all this silliness?

Everything means something.

But where is the evil?

Amidst the silliness there is evil.

Now the larum of the living

shill be muted in this room.

Do you hear me, you birds of passage?

Is that you, whispering?

What do you want of me?

Dear children, you must speak one at a time.

Or I won't be able to understand you.

Little children, little children ...

Oh, all you unhappy souls!

You are flocking round the beacon, and the beacon ...

... is me. What do you want me to do?

Mummy? Are you having a turn?

A bad turn?

I feel rotten.

And the spirits do nothing but all talk at once.

There's going to be a crash.

Are you there, Falcon?

Ready.

Bets closed.

10, 9, 8, 7,

6,

5, 4,

3, 2, 1,

Go!

Are you there, Falcon? Where has he got to?

He doesn't usually take so long. There he is!

It turns out that Nivesen made the mistake

of having a checkup at the Kingdom.

Nivesen has epicondylites laterales humeri sinistre.

Of course we could have hoped for something graver,

but Nivesen has no idea that epicondylites laterales humeri

is the same as tennis elbow. Nivesen is sure it's dangerous,

a misapprehension of which we have not disabused him.

I have hinted that we will treat him with an inaccessible drug

if he cooperates with the lodge. Nivesen has concurred

and will warn us of each impending inspection.

The DG will descend on neurosurgery tomorrow with feigned swiftness.

Now our master of ceremonies will reveal his plans.

The crash on the Lyngby Road? Yes.

Are you the one with the key to the morgue?

Maybe. Why?

I was a bit quick on the draw with a death certificate.

The patient was dead,

but I've popped down to make quite sure.

As you can hear, I am Swedish,

and we Swedes are a bit behind you Danes in medicine.

Oh, yes, that's right. Yes.

So this is where they lie, all the dead ... or is it?

Some go to forensic pathology.

Forensic pathology ...? Yes, if a crime's been committed.

Or they're not sure of the cause of death.

Like if a young man suddenly keels over.

Where is forensic pathology?

If he's at forensic pathology, he's dead.

They can't survive being gutted like that.

What's the matter?

No, he is dead.

One sometimes gets confused.

In Denmark you only have one criterion for death.

In Sweden, we have two.

Dead, and very dead. This patient is very dead.

Congratulations.

Now the sun is dead, Mum

And the day is done

The fox is roaming outside, Mummy

We must lock our doors

Sit beside my pillow, Mummy

And sing a little song.

Mummy? Yes, Darling?

May I ask you a riddle? Of course, Darling.

Why is the Kingdom like me?

We're both rumbling and groaning and creaking and crumbling inside.

Does it hurt, Darling?

No more samples now.

We haven't come for more samples.

Professor Ulrich says I was wrong to call your baby abnormal.

He isn't nearly as interesting as I'd thought.

Statisticians say babies like this are born quite regularly here.

How regularly?

1 in every 160 million.

160 million?

That's only the entire population of Denmark down the ages.

So it is quite OK for you to order me to stop my research.

Mummy? Mummy, I found him for you.

Thank you, but my room has already been cleaned today.

Sometime they're a bit sloppy. But I'll let you know.

Mummy, this is Philip Marco. I picked him up in town.

Philip Marco! In town!

The world's greatest surgeon! He was in the yellow pages.

How did you find him?

The column for psychic surgery was only this long.

He doesn't look like I thought he would.

Why is he living in Denmark? He just is.

It's like jazz musicians.

Suddenly one of them's living in Denmark and not abroad.

A shot in the dark that paid off.

It certainly did.

He looks a bit unfit for work.

Yes, I've taken care of that.

You've had an operation?

They didn't get everything.

The problem comes from the belly. No ... the head.

I didn't know you had to eat it.

Dietary supplement, since they took the Vitamin C out of Danish lager.

Now the old lady is ready again.

She just had a bad day. We can also have bad days

when everything clings and sticks.

And when the gloves get lost.

Now she has found the gloves.

Are they red?

And new?

Brand new.

I'm the one who suffers.

Nobody cares that I'm the one who suffers.

Professor Moesgaard, you must take over again. I insist.

I'm the one who suffers.

Professor Helmer, here is the blue needs analysis.

You'd binned it by mistake, but I fished it from the shredder.

Thank you. You're welcome.

What is wrong with you?

I fell and broke my leg in my kitchen.

The course of our lives is imprinted in our DNA.

There is nothing that cannot be understood.

Nothing that cannot be seen through with our own eyes.

Science.

Science.

The sarcoma!

You need a go on the drum. A go on the drum helps everyone.

Off we go!

What do I have to do?

If I give you all the answers it's worth nothing.

Drat. DRAT!

Can you counsel me?

Does it say Counseling on the door?

No, it says "Quiet when group".

What does that mean, actually?

It's time you counseled yourself.

What's your advice?

Find a hobby. That's what I always tell my patients to do.

I don't know why. It's just a doctorish thing to say.

So find a hobby. What a good idea! A hobby.

But what?

You must have had an interest in some kind of nonsense sometime.

Oh, yes. As a boy I was very interested in Sun Friend.

Sun friend? Yes.

It was a very nice black and white publication.

An organ of the nudist association, I believe.

At any rate, I recall lots of superb splendid photographic series

of women posing in pine forests.

I don't know why pines were de rigeur, but they were.

In those days there were beautiful women ... and more pine trees.

Sure, sure.

Maybe in your own stumbling way you've found something important.

Reach out for the broads who excite little Einar!

Grab their tits and crotches. Go for them!

Their pubic hair was dramatic.

I have never seen the like.

May I come in?

I have brought you greetings. From daddy?

From your elder sister. Her name is Mary.

Mary.

Mummy, are you well enough to move about?

Of course I am. The pig's blood did me a power of good.

Marco is a fantastic entertainer. A bit lurid, but it livens one up.

Oh, no! They're following me again!

Who? The spirits.

They were in Judith's room.

I can't see anything. No, you were never receptive.

I can't see them, but I can feel them ... Stop shoving!

You really are too much. Mind the water on the floor.

It's probably a wet spirit, one that drowned.

Stop shoving, I say!

Listen! Stay away from me!

Suffocating me won't help you. Stay away from me!

Thank you.

My gestalt therapist says I'm on the road to recovery

and then the news comes of Hook's death.

It's as if it was a moment ago. 54 hours.

How touching of you to count the hours since his demise!

I received the autopsy report this morning.

He certainly kept his cirrhosis mum.

And he weighed less than 50 kg. You'd never have guessed.

I think I'll show Rigmor. She knew him so well.

I have taken up erotica again, Helmer, isn't it marvelous?

I must show you some objects from my collection.

I'd like you to counsel me.

If they float

and then slowly, slowly, sink one by one

to gather on the bottom ... what then?

I must admit I've never heard of that before.

Never?

Pop down and see Ulrich at Gastrosurgery.

Get it fixed there. At Gastrosurgery?

Wouldn't Gastro medicine do? It sounds kind of nicer.

Your own motto, Helmer ... "The knife will get you furthest!"

Have you ever thought of eating fibre?

That makes for floaters, I can tell you.

One day the pride of the navy went down without warning.

300 men were in the drink, no life jackets or anything.

A quick-witted sailor remembered that the chief engineer

had always eaten plenty of fibre. Vegetables and that kind of stuff.

Why, I don't know.

But they persuaded the engineer to do number ones in the water.

300 men clung for 17 hours to his floater.

They were all rescued.

That was a joke, Helmer. You do have them in Sweden?

What is going on? Mrs. Svendsen?

Yes?

You wanted a narrower door. But are you sure?

It will keep chair bound patients out of your office.

I don't want any patients in my office.

If I want patients I can find them on the ward.

Another little thing ... the blue ...

The blue needs analysis, I know. That will do. Goodbye.

Chin up! The sarcoma is still there. And it's a big one.

Thank heaven for that.

For a split second he had me fooled.

So many feelings are involved.

I want it out now.

It is not even safe inside me.

Gentlemen, I submit to the knife.

Coming or what?

Hi, Falcon.

You've smashed up an innocent man.

You've put many others in danger.

I've only one condition for not telling the police.

Oh? Let me come with you tonight.

Why? If you disapprove so much?

That's my business.

I reckon you're scared.

No.

Are you scared when you are doing it, too?

I am not scared. I'm not bloody scared.

Hey ... Rigmor!

Rigmor, you knew Hook so well.

Rigmor? Yes, yes, Einar?

I've something I've been longing to show you all day.

I bet you have. Can we do it here?

Or shall we go into my office?

What do you think?

I think the office would be best. You do?

Yes.

Rats!

That was Death of the Fox.

I thought it would be suitable.

There was something foxy about Hook.

He had plenty of escape routes. It was not quite by the book.

But I didn't like the idea of anyone cutting him up.

So I swapped about a bit at forensic pathology.

And it gave us the chance of paying our last respects.

I thought I might find you here, as far from your duties as possible.

I'm on my break. You always are.

But now I need your help.

"Coffee in the lecture theatre at 1 a.m."

"See you there, Drusse." What's all this?

I must talk to the spirits in a civilised way and a decent room.

But where will you get all the coffee?

Spirits don't drink coffee. It's a manner of speaking.

Loads of ordinary people will come if they see this.

Cover it with your hand. The spirits will see it.

What kind of accursed nonsense is this?

Mummy wants spirits for coffee.

What is all this shenanigans? Bugles for lunch, tooting of cornets?

Is this the parade of the gormless?

No, just a last goodbye to a colleague.

Which colleague? Hook.

Hook? Yes, Hook.

We are wheeling him round the corridors as a final honour.

We got him from forensic pathology.

It was the thought of them cutting him up that we didn't like.

He died 67 hours ago. Where is he now?

Tell me!

At the chapel. The chapel.

That was Death of the Fox, by the way.

A moment!

A moment! Wait!

Stop!

Damn!

I don't know what's going on, but if I place the responsibility here

I won't be far wrong.

But Helmer! I didn't know you also did chiropractics.

I didn't think you approved.

Say what you like about alternative medicine

but if we peel away our professional conservatism

it makes an effective weapon.

Is this better? No, it was better before.

You've got a point, Stig.

Real life is a splinter in a finger in Casualty.

I've been given the chance to help in Casualty tonight.

When one is tired, one needs to vegetate.

We must allow ourselves that luxury ... you're right, Stig.

Antidote! A fat lot of use that was.

He vanished in a hearse a moment ago.

So everything's OK, then.

What do you mean?

In Haiti you wait till the guy's been buried.

Then you dig him up and give him the antidote.

But within 72 hours. Thank you.

You forgot to pay for that information.

That's OK. It was for free.

Quite free.

I suggest you talk to a patient chosen at random

and thus obtain a true picture of the state of the ward.

Well ...

How about her? Yes.

Hello, I am the Director General.

Excuse this sudden intrusion

but I want hands-on contact between myself and the customer.

What do you think of this ward?

It won't be written down. So you can speak freely.

Completely freely?

I wouldn't want this to get out, for I'm married to the head

of the second biggest hospital in Denmark.

He would hate to hear me say so,

but I've received extraordinarily competent treatment here

in every way. A little old-fashioned, maybe,

if that's the same as saying things are well organised.

If you have blood ties to the second biggest hospital,

why have you come here?

I didn't feel quite comfortable with all the methods there.

More and more unorthodox ideas are gaining sway.

Ideas of an alternative nature! No!?

We must never draw hasty conclusions.

We must stand fast and make these surprise visits

until we have forced the truth out of the whole hospital.

This department is like the New Hampshire primaries.

Just as they always tell you who's going to be president,

if there's discipline at Neurosurgery

there's discipline throughout the Kingdom.

A most excellent observation, Sir. The New Hampshire primaries ...

Now it can rest in peace, that plate.

It will never again bear food or be washed up.

This one, too.

The other plates never rest.

Backwards and forwards all the time.

Like the birds of passage.

They seek one who is strong enough to stop all this.

They know it will only hurt for a moment.

Are you Mrs. Jensen? Yes.

Bisgaard. I'm the attorney you talked to on the phone.

Hello, Mona.

The case is progressing.

HEL ...

Helmer has been questioned.

When the writ is served we will meet him in court.

I want him punished severely. He has spoilt Mona forever.

HELP ME

Looking back on my life without prejudice

is there one single point

on which I made a mistake or was to blame?

That I have deserved this?

No. There is not one. Not one such point.

But if the blame does not rest with me, with whom does it rest?

Is it here? Is it here, in this accursed country?

And by an irony of fate I now gaze upon a copy of my beloved Kullen.

Oh, God, how beautiful it is! So resolutely it breaks the water

yet so firmly founded in Swedish rock!

Danish scum!

What the hell am I doing here? I must hurry.

Helmer? I'm sorry for being on top of you like this,

but I'm so revitalised by the idea of sniffing around Casualty tonight.

I'm sure it will restore my enthusiasm for medicine.

Sure ...

I took the liberty of adding your name to the ribbon

of the department wreath for Hook.

Thank you.

May I ask where he is going to be interred?

There'll be no interment. At this very moment

he is probably being cremated right here.

Cremated?

Most Danish doctors ask to be cremated.

It may be due to a strange distrust of their own colleagues

as regards the moment of death.

Not much fun waking up 6 feet under!

Department of Neurosurgery Einar and Stig

Come on, come on!

Jeeze, what a screw up! I wanted to sound the Death of the Fox.

But I sounded the Call to Lunch. As I used to

when he came down for a beer.

He should've had Death of the Fox. He was a good man.

Yeah. He'll have his Death of the Fox.

Can I help you?

No, no.

I wanted to say a last goodbye to an old friend.

J�rgen Hook.

You'd better hurry. He's going in now.

Come inside, all of you.

Come in, come in.

Sit down.

Come in and sit down.

Thank you, you may close the doors, nobody else will come.

Dear all of you!

I have summoned you for coffee because I know you have problems.

One of you was wet.

If the wet spirit is still here, will you come down to me?

Step forth, Ye who drowned!

I just want to know why you have come.

Use your wet finger on the board. That takes no strength.

WE HAD TO COME "... We had to come ..."

Yes... But what do you want?

"To be helped like Mary".

There are far too many of you. It's simply beyond my powers.

But don't despair. I'll try and find out

how you may be helped, all of you.

But you must give me the peace to do so.

"You may need us".

Yes, you are right.

We must find a word I can use if I need you.

If I need you, I will use the word "spirits".

Excuse me, I am looking for Mrs. Drusse.

They said she might be here. She was, a while ago.

I've heard she's in the lecture theatre.

Thanks.

Really the doctor should be telling you this, but ...

... I feel I know you so well ...

They've done some calculations about your baby's growth.

At his present rate

his bones won't be able to take it.

No.

I dreamed I was playing with my big sister.

Just think, I have a sister called Mary!

Will you call me Little Brother?

Because that is what I am. Of course we will.

Little Brother. Little Brother ...

8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

3, 2,

1: Go!

My bottle's gone. I am scared.

No!

Come on. Come here!

Falcon? Are you there?

Falcon, Falcon, come in!

Falcon, are you ready?

Falcon here, no problems, start the stop watch!

Die then, Rat!

Idiot!

You thought I would not feel hurt?

Mrs. Drusse? Yes?

There was an old exorcising stick in the sacristy after all.

Funny, eh? I recall your needing one.

It's not so urgent any more. But thank you anyway.

Thank you. Goodness!

Dear friends, why the distress?

He is an old acquaintance.

But ... why ... Don't go!

What are you so afraid of?

How do you wish to die, Jesus lover?

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand ...

Then die ... biblically!

Deus inferus est Deus vester non est

Niger album est ...

Spirits, what are you doing ...?

What are you doing?

Birds of passage ... such a poetic image, eh?

An image that practically begs to be felt,

and in which weak souls manage to project longing, melancholy,

and all the other crushing, romantic feelings of homelessness.

For birds of passage carry the movement within them

that, like a pendulum, keeps the great world clock ticking.

Yet they are really no more than traffic.

The birds and the souls are merely directed by an inner compass

and follow the encoded timetables of generations

and there is not the slightest melancholy in any of this.

To understand our world, the "inner" and the "outer",

we must adopt a cynical view: Back and forth are just as far

though the final journey, "the journey back"

from Fear and Trembling, as you know,

when the hour is nigh, may seem to be the longest.

My name is Lars von Trier and I wish you a really good evening.

If you're drawn by the Kingdom again

be prepared, here as in real life,

to take the Good with the Evil.