Yes, you'll have to supplement his feeds with a bottle.
No, no... of course I've got enough milk for him,
It just needs to flow freer.
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 hideous song?
Didn't you tell me you were a communist in your youth?
Communist? What utter nonsense!
I was columnist... for the Messenger!
Remind me now we're here to get them to run a DNA analysis.
Sometimes I really do think you were swapped at birth.
You're certainly not a genetic chip off my old block, sonny!
I am so happy you are with me again, Mummy!
Why... Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Is it hurting? Shall I ask them to give you some more medicine?
Stop going on about medicine, Philip Marco,
The great psychic surgeon from the Philippines,
Didn't even leave a scar!
Now then Mummy, take it easy!
How can I take it easy when Mary has just informed me
That the Kingdom needs me? ...
It's all going to come to pass at Christmas...
The birds of passage are here...
So mayby the birds in the pitcure on the wall were the spirits.
The serpent could be the doctors, and the tiger... the tiger...
Oh, I don't know! It's simply too irritating,
The way ghosts can never speak plainly!
Codes and flashing lights and flying tables and hints.
But I suppose it's a tradition of theirs.
What?
This just will not do! This is not something that we want.
Not at all. It must stop at once!
During communion there must be silence. Total silence!
Ah... I didn't know that.
What do you know that.
I would like a talk so we can put things into place.
Not until you follow our rules! Shoes!
You'll have to wait.
Oh, it is the drum... No! It's dreadful!
Didn't I say silence?! Total silence?
What the hell is the idea, your zombie potion works like hell!
I don't get it, man, did you do as they said?
You have to smear it on the door posts at sundown.
You've turned me into a murderer, the man is dead!
You didn't make him drink it, did you?
Anyway, he won't be dead! It only looks as if he's dead.
Doctors can't tell either.
But it's really just suspended animation.
Suspended animation?
You use the poison on your enemy,
And when he's in suspended animation, you give him the antidote!
Only then does he change into a zombie.
But the antidote must be administered within 72 hours.
I am not going to Haiti again just to fetch an antidote!
You won't have to...
I have noted the price at the bottom of the label.
Yeah... there's some Swedish too... among the rest.
Professor Helmer... Professor Helmer...
Would you like to here why I love you?
Idiot! His poor dad!
Because of you I have started taking
Swedish classes in the evening... I have!
Just listen to this...
It is a passage from October 1943, but is my accent correct?
"Vand er fiskekutter og sagla tilbacks til dansk hamn!"
That was very, very, good.
Or... live...
Rigmor... why do you slways have to pop up like this?
I am so upset about Krogshoj. I was ver fond of them, after all.
Krogshoj?
Yes...
Oh, you'll see, we'll find another junior registrar.
Have you no feelings whatsover?
Yes, for you, my dove...
Talking of fauna,
I forgot to mention that the badger lives mainly on rats.
But it does not kill them first, it swallows them alive.
A most peculiar sensation, don't you think,
Having a rat wriggling around in your belly,
Knowing it is caught an doomed?
This really is no good,
I must have a bookcase for all these management files.
Mrs Svendsen... come here, come here, come here...
I really must have a new bookcase. The files are a complete mess.
I am afraid the questionnaire for the blue
Needs analysis has disappeared.
Rigmor, I am moving my things over to your place...
It's the loneliness... And I will be over myself a bit later
After the lodge metting and a trip to the cool room...
The cool room? Yes, one of my patients just died with
A most unpleasantly reproachful smile on his lips...
I want to see if it has faded this evening.
Has Doctor Helmer appered? Eh? I love you.
Yeah, yeah...
Er... just a moment...
Right, let us commence.
Might there be any intelligent contributions for once?
Would Dr. Helmer like a little lovely smultrontarta?
Yes, it's made out of strawberries and cream.
It's Stickan's name day today!
Yes?
Yes, Dr. Helmer...
The bookcase you ordered has arrived, but it is 10 cm too long.
Mrs. Svendsen, let's take it easy,
There is a solution to almost any problem.
What's the problem? May I hear?
The problem is that the door cannot be closed
Because the bookcase is too long.
Incorrect, Mrs Svendsen, the bookcase is not too long.
It precisely matches the quantity of management files...
It is the door that is too wide!
Have it changed so we can get a move on. Good-bye!
And then there is also the address problem...
The address prolem?
Yes, I don't kno where to put the address.
A letter like this which needs 15 crowns' worth of postage
Requires 6025 ore stamps, and then there is no room
For the address...
Mrs Svendsen, there is a solution to almost any problem...
Yes?
Out! Disappear! Go away! ...Hmm... Yes? What is it now?
Do excuse me for interrupting again.
But professor Helmer, it's the police... they want to talk to you!
To me? It's about something beginning with M!
Murder...
Murder. About murder.
Good morning, Detective Inspector Jensen...
We are here on behalf of the director of public prosecutions
On the matter of...
For anyone to get the absurd idea that
I can be linked to the death of Krogshoj is an insult
And I demand... I demand that my name be cleared.
Besides, I do not condider it proven that he is in fact dead!
Mona, the matter of Mona...
Something-or-other!
Mona? ...Yes, Mona, that little... face-puller!
To outsiders it may seen a trifle cynical,
Indeed tasteless even, that we hospital personnel
Can laugh at a poor little brain-damaged girl,
But in fact she still radiates so much energy,
So much life. She is such fun.
We have to find the little lights in all this darkness.
You are wondering what this is, eh? I can see you are.
Camomile tea essence! One wouldn't believe it.
Not amidst this technological metropolis!
But I always try to couple the best modern methods of treatment
With the best of so-called 'alternative'... medicine.
Like that, you can never go wrong. Sit down, sit down.
Hey ho, where shall we begin? Fire away.
Mogge! Mogge, if you don't do the whole sleep period
You won't get your 150 kroner!
Oh, Christian, do something unexpected for once in your life!
Excuse me, but you gave me quite a shock!
It's the shock that is important! Very, very important.
It may perhaps help us to put things into place
As you so much wanted.
What kind of things need putting into place?
Things inside your head?
Yes, you might say so.
What is your name, Whitecoat?
My name is Einar Moesgaard, and I'm a professor.
Not to me you'r not! There's the professor. And there... is Einar!
What would you like to tell the professor?
That depends on what he is a professor of!
I'm going to say something important
And I'm only going to say it once!
The professor is your daddy and Einar is you
And you are a very small boy! Come here! Sit down.
Come on, and look at the little boy!
On top of the professor?
Sit down! OK, what do you see?
A small boy?
Yes, yes, yes... Fine fine fine. That's good.
Things are going nicely. Now listen.
What you see is the result of your parents.
You're looking at your parents' child!
My parents didn't have any children!
Yourself, you're looking at yourself, damn it!
Oh, I see! Like that! Yes...
Sit down over here and now look at both chairs!
Who are you mad at?
I am not mad at any body.
Yes, you are, and I am sure it's the professor!
That depends on...
Yes, yes, yes, yes, what does it depend on?
Well, that depends on what he's professor of.
Listen, I am getting cross. Really cross. Do you realise?
Yes.
I may well double the price of this treatment
Just to provoke you into co-operating!
First we must find out who you are mad at,
And then we'll hear you scream.
And a little signature, eh?
You can stop manually ventilating
The minister of health now, Rigmor...
I've found out what was wrong!
I am mad at you, Bob...! You are not nice to me!
And I am always nice to you!
Are you listenin, horrid, horrid Bob?
Yes, I am!
Shall we skip the childishness, Moesgaard,
And get straight to the point?
Yes.
I want to see the minister of health! Where is he?
He is in an operation!
Oh, yes, that's sure, I'm meant to be doing it!
Sorry, Bob!
Pull youself together, Moesgaard and make the chap better...
As good as new, Moesgaard... that is an order...
And address me by my title! How many times do I have to tell you?
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 the evil.
Now the larum of the living shall be muted in this room.
Do you hear me, birds of passage?
Are you the ones whispering? What do you want of me?
low, now, children, you'll have to talk one at a tim
Or I won't be able to understand a word you're saying.
Little children, deary me...
Little children, oh, all you unhappy souls!
You are flocking round the beacon,
Are you not, and the beacon is me...
What do you want me to do?
Are you having a turn? Are you having a very bad turn?
Yes, I am actually having a nasty turn,
And those spirits do nothing but all talk at once.
Ahhhh! There is going to be an accident...
Are you there, Falcon?
Falcon ready!
Bets closed... 10,9,8,7,6, 5,4,3,2,1... Go!
Are you there, Facon? Are you there?
Where has he got to?
He doesn't ususally take this long... There he is!
It appears that Nivesen, the governors' secretary,
Has made the mistake of having a check-up at the Kingdom.
Dr. Steenbeck...
Nivesen is suffering from epicondylitis lateralis humeri sinistre
Of course we could have wishes for something more serious,
But I assure you that Nivesen is unaware that
Epicondylitis lateralis humeri sinistre
Is synonymous with tennis elbow.
Nivesen is desperate and quite convinced
His condition is dangerous,
An illusion of which I have yet to disabuse him...
On the contrary, I have hinted that I may help him
Obtain treatment with an otherwise inaccessible.
Pharmaceutical if he is prepared to provide the lodge
With certain information as to the DG's planned inspection
Of the Kingdom.
Nivesen says that he will appear at neurosurgery
With quite deliberate suddenness.
I will now hand over to our very own Man in Top Hat,
Who will relte his plans...
Is he from the crash on the Lyngby Road?
Yes, he is.
Excuse me, Sir, you wouldn't have a key
To the cold store on you would you?
Yes, maybe. Why?
I am afraid I was a touch too quick on the draw
With a death certificate I filled in.
He seemed pretty dead,
But I thought I'd better pop down here and make quite sure.
You see, I am Swedish, as you can here.
Our medical training is not yet quite at the same level as yours.
That's true.
It's true, yes, yes.
Are they all here, all the dead... or is it?
Mmmm, well, there's only this place. And forensic pathology.
Forensic pathology?
Yes, if there's a crime,
Or if they aren't sure of the cause of death.
A young man, for example, who just keels over...
That kind of thing.
I see, and where is it, forensic pathology?
Well, if he is at forensic pathology, he's dead.
Nobody can be cut up like that and live.
No no, no... I understand.
Goodness.
What is the matter?
No, he is dead. Sometimes one gets a bit confused, that's all.
In Denmark you only have one criteria for death,
Whereas in Sweden we have two. Dead and Very Dead.
And this chap is Very Dead. Yes... well done!
Now the sun is dead, Mummy. 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, my Darling?
May I ask you a riddle?
Of course, darling.
What is the resemblance between me and the Kingdom...?
We are both groaning and rumbling
And creaking and crumbling inside!
Does it hurt, darling?
I don't want any more samples. I want us to be let in peace!
We haven't come for any samples this time.
Professor Ulrich has explained to me that I was wrong
To call your baby abnormal.
Actually your baby is apparently not
As interesting as I first thought.
No, statistics show that babies like this one
Are naturally being born quite regularly in this country.
How much regularity?
1 in 160 million.
160 million? But that is only the total historical population
Of Denmark down the ages.
So it is quite OK for you to order me to stop my research.
Mummy... Mummy, I've found him for you.
Thank you vrey much, but my room has already been cleaned today!
Of course there are days when they do go rather easy on the duster,
But don't you worry, I'll let you know.
Mummy, this is Philip Marco!
I found him myself. At Norrebros Runddel!
Philip Marco? Yes.
Norrebros Runddel? The greatest surgeon in the world!?
He was in the yellow pages.
How did you find him?
The column for psychic surgery was only this long.
He doesn't at all look the way I'd imagined.
Why would he be living in Denmark, anyway?
Well, he does. It's like jazz musicians.
Suddenly you find one living in Denmark
Who really ought to be living abroad.
The yellow pages was a shot in the dark, but it paid off!
Well bless my soul!
Mind you, he does look a mite unfit for work!
I thought of that.
You've had an operation? They didn't get everything.
The problem originates in the stomach!
No, no. The head!
I didn't know you had to eat it?
Dietary supplement, since they took the Vitamin C
Out of Danish beer.
Now the old lady is ready again.
She just had a bad day, that's all.
We also have days where everything clings and sticks.
When the gloves get lost...
Now she's found her gloves!
Are they red?
Hmm... 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 the management
Of this ward again!
I insisted! I am the one who suffers!
Dr. Helmer! Here is the blue needs analysis,
You happened to put it in your waste bin by accident.
I finished it out before it went into the shredder.
Thank you. You're welcome.
What is the matter with you then?
I had a fall an dbroke a 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 eyes.
Science!
My sarcoma!
You are to have a go on this drum.
A go on the drum will do anyone good! Off we go!
What do I have to do?
If I five you all the answers it is all worth nothing!
Boom, boom, boom... boom, boomaloom.
Won't you give me some advice and guidance?
Does it say advice and guidance on the door?
No, it says 'quiet when group'!
By the way, what does that mean?
I think it is time you gave yourself some advice and guidance.
What would you advise yourself to do?
Find a hobby. That's what I always advise my patients to do.
I don't know why, it's a doctorish thing to do
That has kind of stuck.
Well find a bloody hobby then!
That is a good idea. A hobby. Yes. But what?
Surely you must have shown an interest
In some kind of nonsense at some time or another!
Noooo... oh, wait a minute, when I was a boy perhaps, yes,
I was very interested in Solvennen.
Solvennen?
Yes, it was a very nice black and white periodical,
As far as I recall an organ of the nudist association.
At any rate I remember serveral splendid photographic series
Of women posing were so de rigeur, they just were.
In those days there were beautiful women...
And apparently more pine trees.
Yeah, yeah, maybe in your own stumbling way
You have arrived at something important.
Reach out for the women who excite little Ejnar, damn it!
Reach out for their breasts and their sex! Reach out for them!
Their pubic hair ws 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, do you think you are really well enough
To move about by yourself?
Of course I am, that does of pig's blood did me a power of food.
Marco is a marvellous entertainer... a bit garish, maybe,
But it certainly livens you up!
Oh, no, here they come again!
Who?
The spirits! They were in with Judith and her son.
I can't see anything!
No, but then you never were particularly receptive, were you?
I wouldn't say I can see them either,
But I can certainly feel them...
Stop shoving! You really are too much!
Watch out, there's water on the floor.
It's probably a wet spirit... Someone who drowned...
Stop shoving, I say!
Now you listen to me! Stay away from me!
Suffocating me will do you no good at all!
Stay away from me! Thank you!
Boom, boom...
Yeah, yeah.
Now that I am-according to by gestalt therapist-
On the path to recovery,
The news of Krogshoj's death feels so unfortunable.
It is as if he was here only a moment ago!
54 hours.
It's dashed appealing of you to keep count of hours
Since he left us!
I have just received the autopsy report this morning...
He certainly kep that liver condition to himself.
And his body weight was down to 50kg!
One certainly couldn't have told.
I think I'll show Rigmor the report, she knew him so well.
I have rediscovered erotica, Helmer, isn't it wonderful?
I shall show you some objects from my collection.
Indeed, indeed...
There is something I'd very much like to ask you about.
Liten... floaters.
What if they float... and then, one by one, very slowly,
They begin to sink one by one,
To be deposited on the bottom... what then?
I must admit I've never heard of that before.
Never?
No. Why not pop down to Ulrich at gastro-surgery
And have yourself checked out and fixed up?
Gastro-surgery? I don't like the sound of that,
Don't you think Gastro-medicine would do?
It sounds kind of nicer?
Your own matto, Moesgaard... 'The knife will get you furthest!
Have you ever thought of eating fibre?
That makes for floaters, I can tell you.
One day of the proudest vessels in the navy
Went down without warning.
300 men were in the drink, no life jackets or anything.
Then one quick-witted sailor remembered that the chief engineer,
A bit of rough fellow,
Actually had always eaten plenty of fibre.
Vegetables and that kind of stuff, you know. Why, I don't know.
But with a bit of help from each other the men in distress
Persuaded the engineer to do Number Ones in the water.
300 men clung for 17 hours to his floater. Eh? Eh?
They were all rescued. Hey, that was a joke, Helmer.
You do have them in Sweden, don't you?
What the devil is going on here? Mrs Svendsen...
You wanted a narrower door. Are you quite sure?
A narrower door will prevent any visits by patients
In wheelchairs to your office!
But I don't want any patients in my office.
If I want them I can find them on the ward! Is that clear?
Yes, yes...
Thank you. And now you're here... the blue...
The blue needs anaysis. Yes, yes, I know...
Thank you, thank you, bood-bye!
Good-bye!
Chin up, the sarcoma is still there, and it's a big 'un!
Thank heavens! I don't know,
But for a split second he had me fooled.
The whole business is so full of emotion!
I would like it removed now!
I can see that even inside me it is not safe!
Gentlemen, I submit to the knife!
Well, are you coming or aren't you?
Hallo, Falcon!
You smashed up a perfectly innocent young man...
And how many others have you put in danger of their lives?
But I won't report you to the police- On one condition.
What's that?
Let me come with you when you make the run tonight!
Why do you want to come, if you think it sucks?
That's my affair. Unless I'm mistaken, you are scared...
I'm not scared.
Are you also scared when you're on a run?
I'm not scared. I'm not bloody scared.
Hello, Rigmor... Rigmor, hello!
You knew Krogshoj, didn't you... Hey, Rigmor!
Yes, yes, Ejnar... yes?
I've got something here I've been wanting to show you for ages.
I bet you have.
Can we do it here, or shall we do it in my office?
What do you think?!
I think my office would be best.
You do? Yes.
Rats!
That was 'Death of the Fox' that I was sounding.
I thought it would be a good idea to sound 'Death of the Fox'.
There was something foxy about Krogen.
He had plenty of escape routes, did Krogen!
Yes, I know it wasn't quite by the book.
But I didn't like the idea of Krog being sliced up.
So I swapped a few things round down at forensic pathology.
And it did give us the chance of paying him our last respects...
I thoutht I'd find here- as far from your duties as possible!
Mummy, I'm on my break...
As always, my boy... but now I need your help!
"Coffee in the lecture thetre at 1 a.m. See you there. Drusse"
What is this then?
I have got to talk to those spirits in a civilised manner
And in a decent room.
Where will you get all that coffee from?
Listen, spirits don't drink coffee,
It's just a manner of speaking, all right...
I expect lots of ordinary people will turn up
When they see that sign.
Then cover up the words!
The intended recipients will surely see it anyway!
But what is this? What kind of accursed nonsense is this?
It's my mum! She wants to give the spirits coffee.
Mum! What is all this shenanigans?
The bugle call for luncheon, a tooting of cornets?
What are you up to? Is this the parade of the gormless?
No, it... We just wanted to say a last good-bye to a colleague.
Which colleague?
Krogen!
Krogshoj?!!
Yes, Krogshoj. We wheeled him round the passageways
As a final honour and Hansen blew the horn a bit for him.
We picked him up from forensic pathology...
We didn't like the idea of him being cut up,
So we swapped a few toe tags around...
But we'll put them back, we will!
But he died 67 hours ago... where is he now?
Tell me, for goodness sake!
They took him to the chapel!
The chapel!
And by the way, it was the Death of the Fox that Hansen sounded!
A moment! A moment! Wait! Stop! Damn!
I don't know what is going on,
But if I place the reponsibility roughly here,
I won't be far wrong!
But Helmer! I had no idea you could also do chiropractics!
I really didn't think you went for that kind of thing!
You can say what you like about alternative medicine,
But if we peel away the worst of our professional conservatism,
Now and then it can be the only effective weapon!
Yes. Is that better?
No, no, no, it was better before.
Well, you've got the right idea there, Stig!
Real life is a splinter in a finger in Casualty!
I have been given permission to spend some time
In the Kingdom's very own Casualty ward this evening,
And... when one is tired of it all,
On jolly well has to vegetate a bit...
We must allow ourselves that luxury... you are right, Stig!
Antidote! What good use I was able to make of it!
He disappeared in a hearse a moment ago!
So that's OK then!
What the devil do you mean?
In Haiti we always wait until the grieving relatives
Have buried the fellow.
Then we simply dig him up and give him the antidote.
It just has to be given within 72 hours...
Yes, yes, thank you.
You forgot to pay me for the information!
But never mind. Because it was for free... absolutely free.
I suggest that the DG has a chat to a patient picked at random.
That will provide the truest picture of the situation
In the neurosurgery department!
Well then, how about her?
Yes.
Hello, I am the Director General. Forgive this sudden intrusion,
But it is important to me to forge direct contact between myself
And our customers.
What do you think of this ward?
What do you say will not be taken down,
It is for my personal use only, so do speak freely!
Really freely? I mean, I wouldn't want to get out,
Because I happen to be married to a head of department
At the biggest hospital outside Copenhagen,
If you know what I men?
I wouldn't like him to hear I'd said so,
But I've received extraordinarily competent treatment here,
In every way. 10 out of 10!
A bit old-fasioned, one might say,
If by that one means things are properly organised.
But if you have blood ties to
The 'biggest hospital outside Copenhagen',
Why did you come here?
I didn't feel quite safe with all the treatment methods
At my husband's hospital...
Just think, more and more unorthodox ideas are gaining sway...
Ideas of an alternative nature!
No!?
We must never give in to hasty conclusions.
We must stand fast and undertake these surprise inspections until
We have forced the truth out of the ward, indeed the whole hospital
Neurosurgery is just like the New Hampshire primaries.
Just as they always tells you who's going to be president,
If there is discipline at neurosurgery,
There's discipline throughout the Kingdom!
A splendid comparison, DG, Sir! The New Hampshire primaries!
Now it can rest in peace, that plate,
Now it will never again have food on and get washed up...
This one too...
But all the others... they will never rest.
Back and forth, 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.
My name is Bisgaard.
I'm the lawyer you talked to on the phone...
Hallo, Mona.
At last it looks as if there is some movement
As regards your compliant.
Professor Helmer has been questioned and it is now merely
A formality before the writ is served and we can meet him in court
I want him punished severly. He has spoilt Mona for ever!
If I look back by my life... I mean without prejudice...
Is there one single point in my life
Where I could say I have failed?
No. There is not... there is no such point.
But if the blame does not rest with me, where does it rest?
Is it here? Is it here? In this accursed country?
By an irony of fate I kneel here now,
Gazing at a copy of my beloved Kullen!
Oh, God, how beautiful it is!
Oh, how resolutely it breaks the water,
Yet so firmly founded in Swedish rock! Danish scum!
What the hell am I doing here? I must hurry!
Oh, Helmer. You must excuse me
For being on top of you all the time...
But I am quite frankly so revitalised by the idea of sniffing
Around in the mull down at Casualty tonight.
I am sure the banalities down there
Will restore my enthusiasm for medicine again...
Don't you think so?
Indeed, indeed...
By the way, I took the liberty of adding your name
To the ribbon for neurosurgery's wreath for Krogshoj's funeral.
Thank you, thank you.
May I ask just where he is going to be interred, Krogshoj?
Oh, he's not actually being interred.
At this very moment Jorgen Krogshoj may well be being cremated
At our very own hospital crematorium!
Cremated?
You'll discover that almost all the doctors in our country
Ask to be cremated.
In some strange way that must be due to a profound distrust
Of their own profession, or at any rate
As regards the reliability of diagnosing the occurrence of death.
Bit of a bummer to wake up in digs 6 feet under, eh what?
Come on, come on!
Jeeze, I really screwed up...
I want do sound the Death of the Fox for Krogen,
But what did I do? I sounded the Come And Get It.
I always used to play that when he came in for a beer
After a night shift.
He should have had the Death of the Fox. Krogen was a good man.
Yeah. By God, he'll have his Death of the Fox.
Can I help you?
No, no. I just wanted to say good-bye...
A last good-bye to my... old, good friend... Jorgen Kroshoj.
Better get a move on then, he's going in now!
Come inside, all of you. Come in, come in. Sit down.
Come in and sit down.
Come on, close the door! There won't be any more now!
Dear all of you! I have asked you all for coffee
Because I know you're all having a dreadful time.
One of you was wet.
If the spirit that is wet is here this evening, come down here.
Step forth, Ye who drowned!
Yes... I just wanted to know why you have come.
Just write your answer on the blackboard, using your wet finger.
That won't require any strength.
"WE HAD TO COME"#Yes... But what do you want?
"GET HELP LIKE MARY."
There are far too many of you. It's simply beyond my powers.
But don't despair. I'll be happy to find out
How you can all be helped.
But you'll really have to give me the peace I need to do so!
"YOU MAY NEED US"! You are right!
But let's agree on a word I can use if I need to get hold of you
If I need you I will use the word 'spirits'.
Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mrs. Drusse.
I was told she might be here?
She did come, but that was a while ago!
I heard she was going down to the big lecture theatre!
I see, I see. Thank you very much!
Really the doctor should be telling you this, but...
I feel I know you so well.
They have done some calculations
About the way your baby is growing.
At his present rate of growth...
His bones simply won't be able to bear his weight...
I dreamed I was playing with my sister.
Just imagine I have a sister call Mary!
I would love it if you called me Little Brother...
'Coś after all that's what I am!
Of course we will... Little Brother!
Little Brother!
8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. Go for it!
My bottle's gone. I am scared... I am! I've had it, man!
Come here.
Are you there, Falcon? Are you there?
Falcon! Falcon! Come in! Falcon, are you ready?
Falcon here, no problem, I'm starting now...
Start the stop watches!
Die then, rat!
Idiot...!
Did you not think I would fee hurt?
Mrs Drusse!
Yes. Yes.
There was an ancient exorcising stick in the sacristy after all.
Funny, eh? Yes.
I mean, didn't you need one at one point?
Yes, thugh it isn't so urgent any more, but many thanks anyway.
Thank you.
But, friends, there is no cause for alarm.
This gentleman is an old acquaintance. Hey, stay here!
You mustn't go! What on earth are you so afraid of?
How do you wish to die... Jesus lover?
I'm sorry, I don't understand...
In that case, die... biblically!
Deus in ferus est,
Deus vester non set
Niger album est...
What are you doing?!!! What are you doing?!!!