The ground beneath the State Hospital is ancient marshland.
Where the bleaching ponds once lay.
The bleachers wetted their great spans of cloth
In the shallow water before laying them out to bleach.
The steam enshrouded the place in permanent fog.
Then the Kingdom Hospital was built here,
And the bleachers gave away to doctors and researchers,
The best brains in the nation and the most up-to-date technology.
'To crown their work they called the place "The Kingdom",
Now life was to be defined and ignorance and superstition
Never shake the bastions of science again.
Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced,
And likewise their consistent denial of the spirit,
For it is as if the cold and damp has returned...
Tiny signs of fatigue have started appearing
In the otherwise solid, modern edifice...
No living person knows it yet, but the portal to THE KINGDOM
Has begun to open again!
Title: THE KINGDOM
What was that?
What was what?
I got a picture. I thought I knew it all...
And yat I know nothing.
A picture?
They are looking at The Kingdom through evil eyes.
The little girl who founded peace...
I thought that was over and done with...
But nothing will be the same after the scream!
The scream throughout the Kingdom?
Everything is decaying and nobody notices!
God!
Oh dear... I'm sorry... I'm a bit...
On edge?
Yes, something like that.
Things are not as they should be... not at all.
I know it sounds lie a cliche.
But I can't help feeling that
There is more need for me than ever before,
And that I'm making a royal mistake in popping off now.
Take care now, Mrs Drusse.
Do you know the expression 'to be spellbound? '
Perhaps I am merely spellbound by the Kingdom.
Just like everyone else.
There does seem to be rather a spell on it...
Don't you think?
Mrs. Drusse! The ambulance was out there again tonight...
That shouldn't be, surely...
How very odd...
Wasn't that meant to be over and done with?
Yes, indeed. Hmm.
Look out!
Look out! Look out! Stop! Look out! Damnation! Look out!
What on earth is going on?
What is the idea of this? But it...
What are all these half dead doing here?
This is the very artery of the whole department
And no hindrances will be tolerated. Understood?
What is this? What is it? It is an empty room.
Any empty rooms are to be filled!
Even a chicken can understand that, but not you!
Thank you. Good morning.
Hey, that was a short holiday on Haiti! My God I am tired!
A little drop of coffee?
Thanks... Thank you.
Been up all night snuffling out bath robes or other hot property?
But now we can relax!
Stig! Hello Stig! What are you two up to?
Just having half a cup of coffee...
Hey, that was a short holiday.
Don't you think that was a short trip to Haiti, Rigmor?
Short, long... how can we even dream of
What is short or what is long?
Leave a dog for a fornight and when you get back
He thinks no more than 15 minutes has passed.
Stop standing there holding up Krogen with all your doggie chatter.
Krogshoj is knacked. Bollocked.
Coffee?
No, no, no. That's Krogen's spoon!
I don't need it, you're welcome to it,
I like it black.
Coffee's great stuff. I've said enough
Coffee's my char Hurrah, harrah, harrah
It's the best drink in Sweden by far.
Eh? You having two cups then?
No, of course no, help yourself. My God I am tired...
I've been sitting with Judith for 48 hours on the trot!
No, I think I'll pop off and have a last peep
At her, excuse me...
Stop all of you! Nobody has coffee
Until the management has presented its report.
Damn it, surely I can decide that much!
Alas, alas, alas!
Has the management presented its report now?
Coffee?
Oh, yes, how did Morning Air go down with the minister?
Morning air is fresh and clear, not bad, my dear...
Oh sorry, Stig...
I am afraid I shall have to ask you to
Take over my administrative duties for a while...
You know, while I pick up the pieces...
I suppose in reality it is rather more Swedish,
All the formalities...
Indeed.
Thanks, Stig.
Oh well, let us at least have some coffee.
Now I'm getting angry. I come back from holiday
And offer my colleagues coffee, but will you drink it?
No, they bloody don't one wants it black,
Wants it white, one wants milk.
It's not easy for me as a Swede.
You lot are never satisfied...
As we all know, the minister of health had a teeny accident
While he was here.
He fell and bumped his head.
Rumour has it that he will transferred to our ward today!
Professor Helmer, you will simply have to
Deal with the questionnaire
For the blue requirements survey right away.
They have sent us yet another reminder.
Before it is complete,
The commission won't be able to conclude its white paper...
The deadline was the first of the month.
What the devil is that?
It's the... Who are you?
Mrs Svendsen, Professor Moesgaard's secretary.
I think you and I will be having quite a bit to do
With each other now that Moesgaard has transferred
His administrative responsibilities to you!
I must say, I'm looking forward to a few strict
Swedish formalities, for a change.
Ouch.
I've been down to see him. He is doing nicely.
You can easily go and see him.
I don't want to see him. Ever! I wish he'd die!
We have to move all the patients out of the corridor
Into the bed units.
The units have been locked up with a G key!
Yes.
But I only moved them out into the passageway this morning!
Standing orders! I know, I know.
Tomorrow is bed count day!
I know. I know. But help us anyway.
They've all got to go back.
Backwards and forwards. It's just as far.
Hello there!
Oh, I suppose you're moving the patients into the wards!
Yes.
I see, you are moving the patients into the wards!
Bed count day!
Bed count day... Isn't that tomorrow?
Why be so formal? I happened to be passing.
So why not make today our counting day?
No...
How many beds have you in use and how many are vacant?
This ward has a norm of 69 beds, as you know.
Three rooms have been Gold-keyed in doctors and the hospital.
So 64 occupied beds gives an occupation percentage of 116.
I believe you are mistaken!
If a consultant so desires, and regards it as appropriate,
He may use his G key, or Gold key, to lock one or more bed units.
There is nothing wrong with that, it goes on all over the hospital.
Yes, I know... That means we are overbooked by 16%,
As units locked up by G-keys do not count as available bed space.
An occupancy percentage of 116% on census day,
Director General, if I may address you by your title!
And if I tell you that the beds are not in the corridor
But in the bed units, which are thus not locked up by G-key,
What would you say then?
Stop, for goodness sake,
You are moving beds from the corridor into the empty units!
What on earth are you thinking of?
It was Professor Helmor.
He told us there mustn't be any beds in the corridor
If there were any empty rooms.
What rotten luck, Moesgaard!
But if you can allow yourself so much morning air
Between your beds, and on bed count day to boot...!
Bob!
Bob was an attempt at a graphic user interfact for half-wits.
At this hospital senior management is addressed by title!
Mummy! Mummy!
Mummy! She'd only just got out...
What the devil have you gone and done, Mummy?
Stop looking at me!
Hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep!
Ouch!
It's getting to be quite a tradition...
Two breechers of the peace! From the administration!
Oh, I had heard rumours of a place of congregation
At the hospital.
But that the lodge convented in a store room
For cleaning fluids I'd never have believed.
It's not like you gentlemen to be so humble in your demands.
Assisted by Nivesen, my secretary,
I intend to undertake a complete survey of the hospital.
Not a stone will be left unturned.
And I promise you this: There is going to be a bloody purge.
Are you threatening this lodge?
I am not threatening anyone.
I have merely come to inform Professor Moesgaard
Of the result of my deliberations
Regarding the number of beds for his department.
60 beds is your norm.
Moesgaard! Do see if you can restle up some patients to fill them
Else we'll have to cut even deeper.
60!
That smarts, does it not? Incidentally
I'm considering whether to put the Gold Key principle in abeyance
Have reason to believe that chief consultants are
Exploiting the system to close so many bed units as possible
In order to artificially attain unrealistic occupation figures!
Of course, if needs be, I could demand
Ordinary levels' from the hospital!
No, not that! You can't mean it!
We are the leading hospital in the country in every respect.
Our beds are the most expensive in the country!
Ordinary standards?
A set of efficiency standards
All our provincial hospitals have to meet.
It would be a severe blow to us.
Good day to you, gentlemen!
I wonder whether it was such a good idea
To goad the members of the lodge quite so much...
They might close ranks!
Consultants close ranks...?
You should go to the deer park in the autumn
And watch the rutting stags,
Nivesen. They bellow and puff up their chests and clash their
Antlers till they're blue in the faces, they just
Don't wear white coats, that's the only difference.
Order!
Can't you get them clean?
They are evil eyes.
But if what you see looks evil, what is to blame for the evil?
Is it the glasses, or is it you?
It's the glasses! I'd better get some new ones!
But you'll still remember the evil,
Even after the glasses have gone.
Krog, I've something to say to you.
Bloody hell! Oh, there you are, Mogge.
You certainly haven't spent much time at work recently.
I don't understand it...
Why the hell has Helmer been so chirpy
Ever since he got back from Haiti?
I mean, I've still got the copy of the a naesthesia report...
You'll have to find out what he's got up his sleeve, Mogge.
Like heck I will!
Know what? From where I'm sitting,
It sounded very much like a no, and a very cheeky no at that.
You heard right then, you old pusher.
I am sorry to hear such words, Mogge. Can't we talk it over?
I have nothing to talk to you about.
The head is gone,
Or have't you had time to look in your fridge yet?
Yes, I had noticed...
I just thought our collaboration was at a more emotional level.
When a Moesgaard shrugs off the yoke, he shrugs off the yoke!
The head has gone, and even if it hadn't,
It would not cause me any trouble.
No connection can ever be proved between me and that head...
Apart from a certain likeness.
Am I to understand that you will not longer assist me?
Yes, I should think so.
Well, OK, Mogge... It's really OK... Mogge, damn it,
I am really sorry if you feel I have pushed you
Into doing anything you otherwise wouldn't have done.
Would you like this splatter video as a token of reconciliaton
I don't like anyone to leave here empty hended.
Generous of you to see it this way, Krog.
Has Helmer told you already. Rigmor?
Sixty! ...Well, it's absolute hell.
Ulrich 124, Lindemann 98, Bennesen 102, and then Mosegaard, 60!
It sounds so utterly insignificant!
It's thanks to slightly incomplete.
Can't we keep some of our patients a bit longer
So they take up a bit more space? ...
I am not on form... not after that evening,
You understand.
What do you think it is that gets a badger
To react every time?
After all, badgers seem such equable little creatures?
Going for a hunter's legs would not appear to be a deliberate act!
Do you think it is rage that makes it lose its wits?
Or mere disappointment at not being allowed
Its own little well-meaning place in this world?
I don't think I can take all this.
You men are such ninnies!
Luckily I've better things to do than stand here wiping your nose.
If you need help go to a fellow professional for God's sake.
You mean seek psychiatric help?
Oh, our family may have had a few minor problems,
Let's just call it a form Moesgaard has ever stooped to that.
Call it what you like.
Have a chat to Ole, ask if he can take you on.
Ole?
Yes. "Us Girls' Ole"! He'll look right through you
And peel you like a banana!
Really?
I think you should see him. There, there,
Darling... He has a few deformities, but you'll cope!
You can do it!
Will you come with me?
Yes, of course I will.
Hi, Papi!
Hallo, my boy. Why are you down here...?
Down in the dumps? Right down in the dumps?
If anybody had come to you yesterday and used words like confused,
Conflict-shy and babbling aboud your old dad,
You'd have laughed in his face, and you would have said,
"Not our old Moesgaard!" But today! Alas!
By the way I have fixed it so that Helmer will be
Your external examiner for your viva after all.
What?
That's one of management's little consolation prizes.
One can fiddle things like that.
You think that will do me any good?
You bet it will! When you are on top of each other all day long!
As you know I am normally an arch enemy of nepotism,
But this one... is on me!
We Moesgaards pull together!
Mogge, have you heard that Bondo has refused a new liver...
so his tumour can grow?
Here.
Hey, I don't know that one!
I am sorry I haven't been able to resume my teaching until today.
But now I am raring to go!
I know you are thinking 'What a silly old bat!
What a load of pathetic twaddle just to get a spot of tumour
Under the microscope! '
Maybe I am a romantic old bat.
You are young and you still have your clarity of sight.
What the devil is the matter with you all?
Can't you accept an apology?
Yes?
The class has d iscussed this and agreed to put it this way:
We should like to express our profound respect for your search,
Professor Bondo,
And the sacrifice you have made for medical science
Through your pain and the risk you are running.
Is that really the attitude of this class?
Gaudeamus lgitur...
Bulder?
What is that I hear?
Nothing.
Yes, that's what you told Wulff-Hansen
At the ear clinic in Virum in 59.
You were not a pretty sight,
Even with those poultices round your head.
We're taking you up to Neurosurgery. They have to operate!
Yes, yes, I kept saying I was ill!
Can't you hear anything? Really?
It's just the wind howling in the corrodors.
No, my boy... it's the voice of the hospital!
Sure, Mummy.
Excuse me... Do you happen to know
If Psychiatry has premises down here?
No-o-o... Thank you.
No!
Yes!
No!
Come in again!
No, I'm dying!
No, you're not. Nobody says no when the drum calls!
Come back here. Follow it! The drum is your friend
Damn it! In you go! You are bloody well not dying...
What do you want, Whitecoat?
Excuse me, but I'm looking for a psychiatrist called Ole.
But I seem to have come to the wrong place.
Psychiatrists! I'm no damned psychiatrist!
Psychiatry is a plague only exceeded by surgery.
If you came to me and asked me for a lollipop,
Should I give you a lollipop?
Well... You'll get no lollipos from me!
Go to you psychiatrist and you can have just what you want!
I'm dying! I'm dying!
No you bloody well aren't!
Nobody dies as long as the drum is beating!
It's that malingerer! She has become quite convincing!
Rigmor, aren't you at all cross... or angry...
Or just a teeny bit furious...
I did leave a bit suddenly the other day,
After all, no doubt about it, and to Haiti of all places!
It was kind of your place...
And you were expecting your surprise.
No, Stig, what have I to be angry about?
One must let the person one loves have his freedom,
Or one's love is not really worth anything at all.
You are the way you are, and that's what I love, isn't it?
That's the way it is.
My little Rigmor, we must get you away from it all,
Just the two of us, but unfortunately, unfortunately,
Unfortunately my Volvo is at the garage.
They couldn't say how long it would take...
You must always ask them to lent you
A courtesy car in the meantime,
It's a perfectly normal service in this country.
I am and always will be your little badger,
A soft little cuddly one that bites till the bone goes crunch.
In the old days hunters always had charcoal in their boots,
Just in case. Because then the badger thought it had crushed
The leg when it bit...
You talk so much about animals these days. Stop it, please.
Is she going to lie in there on her own?
I don't want her left on her own.
Someone should be with her when she is so ill!
I see, A relative! ...may I give you a piece of advice:
Never be seized by panic.
That's my lifelong experience...
You will not bring your relative closer back to life
Though the unnecessary application of your range of emotions.
What is done is done...
Just think what would happen if I let myself be influenced
By all I witness every day- disease, misery and misfortune.
Now, wouldn't that be a fine thing!
But it's mummy!
Just because you are a doctor, you can get ill too, you know...
Yes, yes...
Just because you are a doctor, you can get ill too, you know...
Yes, that's obvious...
Just because you are a doctor, you can get ill too, you know...
Mummy... where were you?
Oh, my little darling...
Mummy...
I've had a tip-off. Helmer's going to be our examiner...
Why do you say that? It'll be your problem anyway.
I know the syllabus.
It's a real bummer. I'll have to think of something.
Science!
You don't have much idea when it comes to the ladies,
Do you Christian?
Let me give you a piece of good advice.
You can't buy it in the shops or anywhere.
There is one word and one word alone that you have to remember
In connection with women...
Dishonesty!
Dishonesty?
This word is the key to love and happiness for all concerned!
Science!
The whole idea is to tell them
What they want to hear, no matter what.
Tell me, what would you say to Sanne
If you could get your act together in the first place?
I would tell her I was in love with her and that she was cute.
Not even you have the right to be that dumb.
That you are in love with her she's known for six months.
Christian, listen here.
What would you say is your greatest shortcoming?
That I am boring.
Yes, God only knows you are...
But let's assume you were Sanne. Right?
And you were sure that you were boring,
Don't you think the smartest thing
I could say to you was that you were fascinating?
Wouldn't it put a bit of lead in your pencil
To hear that you were fascinatin?
Yes... Mogge, if anybody came up to me
And told me I was fascinating, I wouldn't believe them.
No, but that's because you are not a woman.
Don't bother about credibility where women are concerned!
I've learned that at least!
If you don't believe me,
Let me give you a demonstration! Watch!
Hey, you really did well in there, Sanne! Great stuff!
Hey, at one point one could see
You were obviously struggling with yourself- And you won!
I don't know many of the guys
Who could stick out an autopsy like that.
You're a tough kid, Sanne!
Do you really think so?
I hope I can call you my friend?
Oh, yes! You may!
Take care now, Sanne, OK?
I have to go up and set some sleep, nice one!
Did you really swallow all that crap? Just like that?
But Sanne, it was sheer flattery. That thick!
Oh, you are so stupid... and boring!
Oh, Stig, that's right.
I hadn't got round to informing you that
The Mona case has been referred to the public prosecutor's office.
You had better be prepared for questioning!
But you haven't done anything wrong...
No, no...
So there's nothing to fear.
The lodge will not permit the slight injustice in that regard.
I'm jolly worried about Rigmor, you know.
Yes. She recommended a psychiatrist to me.
Medically speaking, in my view the chap
Wasn't quite house-trained! No!
Do you think she's keeping bad company?
Indeed, indeed, indeed.
And she keeps talking about animals. It's all Double Dutch to me!
Talking of Double Dotch... That's just the word.
"The patient presents with a sever case of glup, plips and numb."
What the devil is glup, plips and numb?
If the secretaries here are such rotten spellers,
We'd better off without them!
Look at the top! What does it say under Cave?
Under Cave? It says 'cave: Latin'.
Yes! Cave: Latin. Warning, this patient speaks Latin!
I don't know what it's like in Sweden, Helmer,
But in this country our patients have been given the right
To read their own files. Yes, it had to come.
In this case we were seriously afraid
That the patient could understand Latin.
It may look like an attack of typos but in fact it is code.
A code intended to hinder the any attempt by the patient
To understand its file.
For the sake of the prescribed treatment, of course.
Naturally! ...And what does it mean?
That the patient is hysterical,
Hypochondriac and entertains a pathological hatred of doctors!
I see, I see... once in a while
One cannot help being impressed by this tiny country.
Einar, there is something I'd like to ask you.
Fire away!
Einar, has it ever occurred to you
That we doctors can also get ill?
Have you ever, in all your year of professional practice,
Pursued that thought to its end?
Yes, Stig, let me give you a little tip
That I myself have benefited from gratly.
Keep an eye on your bowel movements.
You know, your faeces...
There are floaters and there are sinkers.
If they float there is no cause for concern...
Oh my God!
Any good then?
Not much splatter about it. Mostly just a fridge.
But there is someone in it who looks like you.
Really.
Oh, what have you found out about Helmer?
Nothing yet.
Maybe he is bluffing! He's a gambler by nature.
He's staking the limit and bluffing it out!
What do you mean?
Provoke him! Then you will know if he's bluffing!
Didn't you play poker while you were at the Panum?
Know what, Mogge?
That would either be very, very clever,
Or it would be very, very stupid.
Is that you, Rigmor? Yes.
My poppet, what are you reading now?
Is it Nietzsche again, or perhaps Strindberg?
Let me tell you, I remember that
Strindberg once spent a summer in thi country,
He must have been in exile.
He described the place as a faecal hell...
Not specially flattering, was it, but perhaps rather accurate
You'll agree? No, my dear. It is not Strindberg.
It's the new paperback of the book about Haiti.
They've revised it, too.
That zombie poison, for example, that you are so interestd in...
The medics takes a completely different view of it now.
They think that it can be fatal.
Oh, it has turned quite a few people into zombies,
But the majority died of poisoning.
And that's murder, and as such, rather more criminal. Yes!
I see...
Well, shall we being...?
I'm sorry, Professor, but it's urgent,
The franking machine has broken,
And I am in such awful doubt
As to the face values of the stamps I should buy.
Professor Moesgaard was most fond of the big,
Gaudy ones, you see.
Don't worry, Mrs Svendsen...
I think that even a problem of this magnitude can be solved
By purchasing stamps of the lowest possible denomination.
Then they can be composed into practically any postage rate.
Was there anything else?
Well, there is also the blue requirements analysis questionnaire.
No, that must damned well be enough, Mrs Svendsen.
Can't you see we are in the middle of our morning conference
Discussing the best ways whereby we can earn
The confidence of our fellow human beings?
Or their trust- A word you might find more familiar?
Thank you. Well spoken, Helmer.
Trust is just the word I think we should all take pleasure
When trust crosses water and national boundaries!
What the heck, Stig... may I call you Stig? I am sure I may?
One doesn't have to be an idiot
Just because one is a Swede does one?
Thank you, Helmer, for being you!
Sweetie, listen... don't come and see him on your own.
He's my baby! Mummy, is he my daddy?
It's the man who swore he'd love you like a father!
You are not quite strong enough yet...
OK... sweetie.
Is that a promise?
It's a promise.
Better safe than sorry.
An infection has fought its way into the organism.
To save the latter,
The white corpuscles must close ranks in their struggle
Rather than tripping each other up.
The infection goes by many names: 'naturopathy',
'Alternative medicine', 'necromancy'...
Anything that isn't science and indeed makes no sense.
To hold the clear and present danger at bay,
The danger presented by the director general's sudden attack,
I have only one proposal: 'cosmetics'.
Cosmetics are the foundationa of all medicine...
Think of all the diseases we cannot treat...
Do our departments get closed down for that reason?
No, because we are masters of the cosmetic!
We make disease look less ugly and upsetting.
If the DG really does intend to get round the wards,
We must get out our cosmetics.
Permit me to point out, bye the way,
That it's an old wives' tale
That we cannot agree on anything whatsoever:
The Therapy Committee has just reached agreement
On the purchase of one new billiard table.
It will be arriving in a fortnight.
I believe I have something to report.
Yes?
I didn't quite get the business of the white corpuscles...
But it does rather seem that
Psychiatry is also a source of infection.
There's a chappy by the name of Ole
Who's set himself up in the basement...
Us Girls' Ole? Is he on the rampage again?
That's splendid, Moesgaard, deal with him, deal with him.
Psychiatry is a very sensitive area
Where new ideas really are dangerous.
Get rid of him, Moesgaard, show no qurter!
The good ship Wasa was a triumph compared to this.
"As long as my ship still sails and my heart still beats
And the sun sparkles on the waves"...
Here I kneel, gazing at what was once mine.
Danish scum! This is what you have done to me.
I simply must show you what Mona did today.
That one... that one...
We'll just help you turn them over,
Because you have picked the right ones.
There! Very good, Mona! Very good.
Oh, my darling, what a clever girl you are...
Mammy had no idea...
How can you? Mona can't even move her fingers.
It's cheating.
I know it's cheating, but I think it is all right.
I feel so sorry for Mona's mother... she's on her own with her.
She has nobody else.
If I can make her happy by a bit of trickery,
I'm quite willing to do so!
Thank you, thank you for all you are doing for Mona,
Oh, I am so happy...
300! 300 or red!
I'll start the countdown! 10,9,8,7...
6,5,4... 3,2,1...
Go!
Now he's coming... here it comes.
The people just don't seem to be the same.
I thought they were so wise?
The evil eyes saw evil in the wise
And in the stupid alike so that the crime of the past
Shall be the crimes of the present.
It may start as stupidity but it will end as evil.
I would really rather not die right now...
You're not going to die now...
I can't die now, you see.
It was my fault if the hole was left open too long.
I have got to help the Kingdom! Philip Marco...
He is the greatest surgeon of his day!
I have never heard of him!
No, psychic surgery has always known hard times!
The ambulance is running again... The Ambulance...
Mummy! You can take it easy Mummy! Take it easy
There is something.
Mummy!
There us something... something evil... in the Kingdom!
The eyes are looking at me! The... evil... eyes!
We must put her back onto the table...
Yes!
I must... help... the Kingdom!
Heart beat irregular. Pulse faint.
She's fibrillating.
Defibrillator...
Now!
Come on!
Come on. What are you doing?
No! Look! No, no! Out! Out!
Stand aside.
Adrenaline!
I just left my knitting here.
Oh, yes, the blue jersey, it will be nice!
Yes, won't it, and you know, I knew I'd left it in the Room!
The Room?
Yes, the Swedenborg Room.
So this is what it looks like!
Yes, not quite to our taste, eh, Drusse?
Oh, I don't know...
But tell me, Emma, which way should I go now?
Come...
It's too soon... you mustn't come yet.
You are needed at the Kingdom...
Your greatest task is just beginning.
For it is at Christmas that it will come to pass!
You must go back again, Drusse!
You must tell me more, Mary! Who are all the spirits?
Did they come out when the hole remained open too long?
You must tell me more... Whose are the evil eyes?
The hole was not left open too long, you made no mistakes...
They are birds of passage, that's all.
They flock around the beacon, you know!
Your task is far greater than you know!
I can't tell you any more. Say hallo to my baby brother!
Mary...
Thank you!
She's fibrillating.
Sinus... thank goodness. What? Yes? You had a turn.
Do you understand me? Can you hear what I'm saying?
No.
I'll listen again.
There's nothing here, either. No, there's nothing.
Krogshoj is... dead.
Dead!!
Yeah!
Wow, this is great, man!
Yes!!! It's great!
Nice ride, Falcon... you did it! You broke the record.
Come and get your reward! Hey, I won!
How much?
A lot! I knew he would do it.
Will you put 1000 on for me for the next run?
Sure, red or black? Black.
I think it's a disgusting game.
How on earth can you approve of it?
Loads of innocent people who stick to the highway code
And drive on the right side of the road,
Being put in danger of their lives.
Mogge, quite frankly,
I think it's a long way from poker to this.
Talk about predictable!
Oh, Christian, why do you have to be so boring all the time?
Ghost driving is a modern form of gladiatorial combat.
If anyone gets hurt it'll be Falcon.
He'll make sure he doesn't harm anybody else.
Oh, it's Falcon!
Show me a man who is better than him and I am his!
Nice driving...!
I put everything on black. I don't know why,
I just have the felling that he won't make it next to me.
Don't be so holier-than-thou.
By the way I've got an idea for Helmer which will make sure
He doesn't screw me at my viva.
What?
Flattery!
Flattery?
It's not good!
No, it isn't! 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 any more.
But you must like them, or they will be damned.
That is their only chance.