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!
Trainee Casualty Doctor Moesgaard reporting for duty!
Gosh, I'll be blowed... caustomers!
How simple and direct the world is down here!
A splinter in a finger... no prolem! We'll just get out the iodine!
Oh... well, how odd!
Oh, well, well, I'm afraid he changed his mind!
5 minutes! 5 minutes on the dot!
Yes!!!!
What's the plan then? I am really loving this. I can tell.
The professor is just vegetating!
You can take number three.
Tweezers and iodine are the best things a doctor's bag contains!
Damn it, I just wanted to blow 'The Death of the Fox'.
He deserved it... I blew the 'Come And Get It' before...
But I thought he ought to have 'Death of the Fox' as well.
Calm down. You were hunting, then?
He was not even dead, damn it. He was hammering on the lid.
So I undid the screws.
I have a Swiss Army knife with a screwdriver...
It's got a bottle opener on it too.
Yes, death is pretty well the only thing we can't do anything
About, really. Let's have a look at the patient.
It's Krogshoj! Yes.
He isn't dead!
No. That's the thing.
Huff... one always gets the wrong information...
It doesn't make things any easier.
No, it can't do...
I've damned well never liked you, Moesgaard. I haven't!
I found the iodine... - God knows where the splinter was.
Thank you.
I don't think iodine is quite what's needed here...
I am afraid it was the spirits who did it.
They seemed peaceful enough otherwise. It is most peculiar.
Have you the iodine? Yes?
It's cubicle seven. Perfectly superficial.
I shot him!
Now you'll see, Dr. Helmer, I'll put some iodine on it.
...It may sting a bit...
Ouch! Bloody hell!
What I like most of all about Casualty is the way
one cleanses one's mind, so to speak.
Things here are so simple and direct.
Basic hospital work? I also have patients in cubicles 2,5 and 10.
Would the professor like to vegetate with them before or
After his break?
After, I think.
Quite, eh?
Have we forgotten something?
What have we forgotten?
The big baby!
It is a sign to show that we are halfway.
Neither more nor less! It had to happen of course...
What had to?
...That a bastard came into being here!
Half dead and half alive... half human and half not human...
I expect you've heard about Helmer's accident with his
Hunting rifle.
...But we've agreed to keep that story to ourselves
Mrs. Drusse is with us;
She has had a nasty shock. She was so unfortunate
As to be present at the death of our pastor.
In our view a simple violent haemorrhage, I believe.
They can look very nasty. If Mrs. Drusse begins to babble and
Theorise about the episode, For goodness' sake don't talk about it.
Ah, yes, and Krogshoj is back among us... er...
Let's not talk about that either... Oh, and rumour has it that
The DG is on the prowl around the hospital.
...But that's a secret... in conjunction with which
I would remind you that the operation on the minister of health
Did not live up to expectations...
...But that's probably best left absolutely unmentioned...
I would like to see you in my office.
Dr. Helmer... The blue...?
I thought I was coming to your office?
That's actually up to me... Don't touch me!
I can accuse you of murder any time I like!
A few of my things are missing, the ones that were
Mistakenly taken to your place.
I am afraid I must have them back at once.
Shall I ring or will you?
Hi, Mummy, I am so much looking forward to getting really well
So we can be together!
A man came to see me...
A doctor?
He said he would come back when you were here too.
But Mummy... you must not believe what he tells you.
He is lying! He's lying, Mummy! He's lying!
Yes, darling.
I'm sorry, but I promised my dear old chum Gerda
I'd show her some spirits.
They are usually here, but um... there don't seem to be any...
Well then we'll just look somewhere else!
How peculiar, they are otherwise always there.
I think we should try somewhere else.
How kind of you to come, Gerda!
I have far more time now,
Since I walked out of the editorial team in protest.
I could not reconcile myself to the idea of having
The Messenger on computer.
Word processing is a dreadful term.
I do not want my words processed...
Oh, quite... Gerda, listen, this is what is going on...
The birds of passage are flocking round the beacon.
The Kingdom must be a beacon of some kind.
And perhaps I am the lighthouse keeper.
I talked to them, and they promised to give me a bit of space
Until I summoned them.
The only thing I'm afraid of is that they killed the pastor.
The spirits kill nobody, you can be absolutely sure of that.
Spirits are non-violent!
Go away! You are not to tell my mother your lies... do your hear!
You've got a nerve!
Isn't it quite normal? To come and see one's new-born babe?
You are not my father! Mummy say he's lying!
Enough is enough! I don't give a damn
If you are a ghost or whatever you are.
You are to blame for all this. What do you want?
I love you and I love our baby!
I think you should get out of here!
That is why I have come back to help you...
Even though it puts me in great peril.
I committed a terrible crime on Mary,
And I have to do penance for it to the end of time.
But I love you both!
And how can you help?
I am not at liberty to say. Just know that I can save his life.
What am I to do?
Leave me alone with him for a moment.
Listen... This is Aage. He was once my boyfriend.
I want you to listen to what he has to say.
Is he going to tell any more of his lies?
No, he is not going to tell any more lies.
What is going on? There, there...
Spritits! Spritits!
They vanished again... how odd... no, here is one.
Drusse, look! I can poke my hand right through him!
Gerda, don't you smell it?
Smell what? Sulphur!
That's not a ghost!
What is it, then?
He's a demon!
What's the difference?
A ghost is a spirit that walks again.
A demon is a personification of... SATAN!
Aage Kruger!
That's why they ran away, the spirits. They sensed he was here.
Just like yesterday in the lecture theatre.
It was Aage Kruger who killed the priest.
Drusse, you know that demons only come
If they are invoked, Don't you?
Somewhere in this hospital there must be someone
Who worships the devil.
This is the Director General...
He wants to talk to individual employees
Selected at random from amongst the personnel in order to obtain
A picture of hospital operations... what have you to say?
Er... from where I stand,
At last it looks like we've acquired amanagement effectively
Capable of dealing with the consultant Mafia!
Would you repeat that?
From where I stand,
At last it looks like we've acquired a management effectively
Capable of dealing with the consultant Mafia!
Why did you do that, Nivesen? Are you quite mad?
No, I feigned an attack on you to see
If the porter would come to your aid!
But he didn't come to my aid!
No, but I regard it as a healthy sign...
...A certain measureof class hatred is necessary
In order to keep an enterprise of this size running smoothly...
It's all very odd...
I can't help feeling everything seems to have been set up!
How could it have been set up?
Well, I don't know... From where stand...
Anyway, I am glad you have such a clear perception of the
Hospital management...
Dr. Helmer? Excuse me, but I thought we said your lovely office?
Shut up and push me around!
Get hold of the anaesthesia report form the Mona operation.
Krogshoj has it.
That is if you want even the slightest chance of
Getting through your exam.
I am the very devil when aroused... What the heck...
One horn broke off and
We took the other off to stop it looking crooked.
Dr. Helmer, I have cleared your desk of everything.
But the Blue Questionnaire.
And how am I meant to get inside?
They can save all they want at this place,
But if they're too mean to pay for doors wide
Enough for the patients' wheelchairs,
That's way out of order!
Damn it, Christian, why the hell are you always here?
It gives me food for thought!
Food for thought? You have no problems, man!
If you had any you wouldn't have to mess with other people's.
I am a trembling, nervous wreck. I hardly dare go anywhere
In case Camilla pops up and damands sex.
Shhh... I see her erect nipples in my sleep!
Or I would if I got any sleep!
The bloke... the bloke in the ambulance.
...I thought he was going to veer away from me and
Hit the truck instead. But he chickened out.
I am sure he thought about sacrificing his own life instead...
But he didn't have the bottle. He had the choice,
But I paid the price!
What is it that makes a human being toy with another guy's life?
How are my wife and kids going to get by now?
Shhhh...
I can't help them...
Oh, Dr. Helmer? There's a Swede in here. He says he's a lawyer.
Send him to the patient's toilet. I'll see him there.
I see.
9 by 10...
Wait, wait a moment... it just struck me.
That if we dessect it it will no longer be
The world's biggest hepatosarcoma!
How can it be used for research without being cut up?
I need to think a bit.
Um, excuse me, but isn't this one of those 'life's choices'
You've told us so much about?
Is it not so that one either has collection or one has research?
Brussels have chosen to keep theirs in their collection and
Not to carry out research. Science, Professor Bondo, Science!
Oh, you are so young! No.
I must think it over a bit longer...
We cannot dissect today. I do not feel healthy at all... and I did
Have some biopsies taken this morning. ...no, I can't do it today.
I thought we were to meet in your office.
It's about the Mona case. How do I get out of it?
First a question: have the police questioned you?
Yes... does it matter?
Only if you ahve signed a statement, and you haven't, have you?
The police said I had to...
Without being versed in this country's legal whimsies,
I think the best thing would be, shall we say, a Swedish defence.
What the devil is that?
The most devilish weapon democracy bestows upon us.
Something our country and legal system are celebrated for
...Time, time, time, time, time...! We drag thing out.
I could have come up with that by myself.
But think about it, since it's so effective in a country like ours
How do you think it will work in this Danish mire?
Magnusson from Uppsala... the doctor... he won.
It was entirely due to this tactic.
Constantly coming up with new ways of preventing
The case reaching court.
Witnesses die.
The charges were dropped due to lack of evidence.
What shall I do next?
Make sure you do not appear in court.
What happens is that a bailiff appears with a yellow envelope.
He comes and asks you if you are Stig G. Helmer.
And I say no, as I always do? That's no problem.
No, you simply don't answer any questions
As you don't hear any questions.
Unless he can prove that you are you, and that you have beyond
Any reasonable doubt heard what he wants you for
The writ doesn't count.
An idiotic rule.
It's an idiotic country.
Right then Helmer, the time has come I'm afraid...
What are you babbling about?
My colleagues do not think I possess many qualities as a lawyer.
But they all agree on one thing:
I can smell out a bailiff miles away.
Swedish bailiffs smell somewhat more pungent,
But I am quite certain of it. There is a bailiff up the passage.
What do I do?
A little legal advice perhaps?
Yes, damn it.
Run for it! I mean roll for it! Roll!
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!
I am from the Copenhagen City Court and
I have a writ to serve on you!
...Are you Stig G. Helmer?
Sanne, I am Falcon!
Yes, and I'm a little dove Falcon wants to get his claws into...
Well dig you claws in instead of talking all the time!
Sanne, did you hear me?
Maybe I've found a secret passion flying
In the face of common sense!
Damn it, Christian, can't you see I'm watching splatter?
Go away and be boring with someone else won't you?
Helmer? Helmer! Are you asleep?
No, even a monent's rest in this department is quite impossible.
Good we bumped into each other helmer.
I believe I have found a form of treatment that
Should hit the nail on the head.
Rebirthing! Maybe it would be something for you, too, Helmer.
Maybe there are a few little things from the past that
You ought to go down and get checked out?
May I come in? Has Aage Kruger been here?
I thought as much, what with there not being any spirits here.
But they've already begun to come back. Can you see them?
I can't see anything...
No. It doesn't matter.
I thought maybe you could do with someone to talk to?
They say he's going to die.
Little brother is growing straight into death.
Yes, it rather looks like it. It's so sad.
What did Aage Kruger want?
He said he wanted to save my baby.
But little Brother didn't want anything to do with him...
Let's look at it a bit logically. Of course, you don't know this,
But we have received proof that Aage Kruger is a demon.
Perhaps you suspected as much after all?
As he is the baby's father and you are his mother,
One may talk of a fusion between the demonic and the human.
So Little Brother has within him the potential to be both.
You mean he is evil?!
No, on the contrary! I mean that Little Brother so much wants
Everything Good that he represses everything demonic.
And that's very beautiful!
But why is he getting so big?
Little Brother is getting so big because somewhere inside him
He knows he contains evil.
And the only decent thing for him to do
Is to show it to the whole world.
And I don't think one can change that.
But Aage said he could save his life!
...If Little Brother would say "yes" to evil!
But Little Brother has said "no",
And by so doing he has condemned himself to death!
You can take great pride in that.
It is also why all the spirits are here.
Of course. The spirits are here to hallow your child!
Even though you cannot see all the sould.
I am sure you can sense all the love
And respect they bear for Little Brother.
Try and close your eyes, and I'll help you!
One day you too will be ready to see them.
You may look forward to it with joy!
It doesn't fit. It won't go in!
No, it's too big... far too big. Like the baby!
In that case it's not a glass. Maybe it's a vase... or a jug?
It is not a jug and it is not a vase.
What is it then?
If it isn't a glass or a jug or a vase, it's nothing'.
And you needn't wash it up because 'nothing' can't get dirty!
Set it aside and hide it close to your heart!
Why the Kingdom?
Why are they here. All the spirits and ghosts and that
Strange child and the demon? Why is this where it is happening?
Why is this where someone is worshipping evil? All these questions!
Quite frankly Bulder,
It's about time you did some of the hard work.
You must be able to answer these questions, Bulder!
Where do you feel most comfortable?
I am afraid the DG is beginning to descern the way
We need somewhere where you are utterly relaxed.
Everthing actually hangs together...
You should take walk in the Deer Park, Nivesen,
With the coming of autumn.
Then you'd see the great red deer stag. It bellows and puffs up
Its chest and lashes out with its antlers left and right...
But begin to discern the way everything actually hangs together
...I don't think so.
I feel no effects from the test medicine Dr. Steenbak is giving me!
I don't think it works at all!
There are limits to how long I can keep things rolling.
Hi, Krog!
I see everything clearly now, Mogge.
...All the mess must go! All the dirt!
Why have I been kept down? Why am I only a junior registrar?
Because I am too big for them.
Now it is my turn! Now a purge is needed.
I'm too smart for them, Mogge!
Yes, of course you're too smart for them.
Like that anaesthesia report, for example.
Nobody has been able to find it...
Now that was clever, how did you do it?
We're not talking about the report now,
We're talking about my brain
And all it can do for this hospital! My brain, right, Mogge?
Yes, we must talk about that for a long time.
Another beer?
There, that's comfortable enough!
We've got to get started! Are you ready, Bulder?
Er...
Good! I am going to help you go on a journey. In your mind.
Bulder! You are going to travel into the very innards
Of this building.
You are going inside to greet the very soul of the Kingdom!
Close you eyes.
Your whole body is relaxing. Feel how the warmth is spreading.
You are feeling drowsy. When you are ready to set off,
Let me know in some way.
Yes. Good. You are melting. You are melting and trickling down
Between the bricks and Concrete panels of this building.
You can get anywhere.
And slowly, slowly you percolate into
The very core of the building.
Tell me what you can see, Bulder!
It's dark! Now there is light!
Head into the light, Bulder.
I am down in the deepest cellar. In a passage.
There is something on the wall.
Go there, Bulder... What does it look like?
There are letters cast into the wall... it says THE KINGDOM!
Ah, yes.
No, they are not cast into the wall... they are hanging on it... oh,
No, I've pulled them off! I'll pick them up again...
No, no! Wait! Wait, Bulder!
Look at the letters before you pick them up!
It says TIGER... There's a tiger...
There's a tiger and now it's coming at me... what shall I do?
Turn into something else... use your imagination!
What? What shall I turn myself into?
Turn yourself into another animal, Bulder.
So you can save your life!
What did you turn yourself into?
A penguin.
A penguin? You turned yourself into a penguin?
Are you a complete idiot?
Pingu...
You've ruined everything! Oh, Bulder! You'd better come home again.
Sorry, Mummy.
It's just like the picture in the Swedenborg Room.
With the tiger and the birds and the snake.
If only I could remember exactly what it looked like.
I've got it at home.
What kind of balderdash is that?
It was a great picture. It's from my hippie period.
It was in a magazine and I tore it out and kept it in a shoe box.
A picture of a lion (sic) and a snake and loads of birds!
It's really far out.
Yes, now you mention it,
It may well have been torn out of a magazine.
Why didn't you tell me before?
Don't just sit there! Bulder! Go and fetch it!
Fetch the box! Do I have to do everything by myself?
I should have known of all people. RIGET (The Kingdom) is 'Tiger! '
After all, Anna Gram was my pseudonym
When I wrote for the Messeger!
Can you feel it? ... can you feel how tight it is?
Yes, it is a bit tight.
Now the contractions begin!
The contractions begin now?
Yes, now!
The world is calling. There is no going back!
You have to come out through the tight passage!
What have you to say after the most difficult journey in your life?
Scream it out! Now!
It was somewhat unpleasant...
Yes, wasn't it? ...Dreadfully!
When you tightened the blanket.
You don't want to take part at all then?
Oh I do, it's just that I had imagined a bit more of a...
Hullabaloo.
Drat! I have given you the greatest moment in your life
On a silver platter!
I'm very grateful, I am.
Maybe I cannot do anything for you at all.
I'll have to think about it. Drat!
Welcome, Brethren, to the tribunal!
Remember that before we can fight the occult in our own
Surroundings, we must acknowledge our own tendencies.
We must find its germ in ourselves!
We must all be open throughout this process,
However humiliating it may be to us.
Sinners, confess your guilt and your guilt shall be taken from you!
Camomile tea!
How many times a day?
Twice. Morning and evening.
Remember how important it is for us to purge ourselves...
Not even camomile tea?
Only in the evening!
Chiropractice.
Oh, no...
You're crying Mummy! I know why you are sad...
You are sad that I am going to die soon.
Don't be silly, Darling!
I understood even before the wicked man said so.
You can't keep anything from me. I know you are sad
Because of everything you will miss out on...
I have an idea which may cheer you up a bit in the time
I have left to me: shall we play a game?
The game is that I live a whole life. Will you play?
OK, today is my first day at school!
I want to go alone.
I don't want you to take me.
Now I come home through them front door again...
Hallo Mummy!
Hello Darling, how was school?
It was horrid.
We didn't learn anything and they didn't give us any homework.
And I missed you awfully. Tomorrow you can take me to school...
Aargh! Ooogh! My leg!
Will you take me to school tomorrow Mummy, please will you?
Yes, of course I will darling... there is nothing I'd rather do!
Hello!
1974 vintage! Ah, well, well, well!
If you ever feel like selling these.
I'll be there in a flash. On the other hand.
I'd be the first to understand if you cling onto these specimens...
By the way, do you know what people mean
When they say that Donald Duck Magazine has deteriorated,
God knows I can't fathom why.
The stories are smoother, the colours fresher,
And the dialogue far more natural!
Oh, dear, all that anal sex! In my youth we simply used to say.
"The nice way in is the one with the door mat!"
...Yes, you are comepletely right.
It is the same picture. The tiger is the hospital.
The snakes are the doctors and the birds are all the spirits!
But look... The tiger is wounded!
Perhaps my task is to help the tiger!
Perhaps my task is to help the wounded hospital!
...All the dirt must go.
One day a great rain will come and wash all the dirt out.
I go on telling them, but nobody can be othered to listen!
My thoughts have always been great!
Yes, Krog... far too great.
I have been too clever!
Yes, you've simple been too clever.
Like with that anaesthesia report.
Yes, like with that anaesthesia report?
Do you know where I've hidden it?
I bet it's somewhere really clever!
You can bet your bloody life it is!
Where can one hide a document and
Be certain nobody will ever find it?
Under your mattress?
There is only one place nobody would look and
Even if they did they would never find anything!
In the archives!
Bloody hell, you're clever, Krog.
Not only is a document that is wrongly filed lost forever;
I have also made sure I put it where nobody would ever
Think of looking, even by accident!
And that is the real stroke of genius.
Where?
In the Steeleman Report.
The Steeleman Report?
The Steeleman Report is the analysis by the Steeleman Committee
Published on 12 January 1991
Into the similarities between the management strategies of
Successive hospital executives.
Steeleman managed to expend 789 pages without arriving at
Any similarities at all!
The Steeleman Report is celebrated far and
Wide as the most boring crap ever reproduced in this location.
The Steeleman Report is actually so boring that Steeleman himself
Admitted that not even he was able to read it to the end!
Bloody hell!
Yes, bloody hell! The details about Mona's operation
Are as secure in the Steeleman Report
As they would be in a Swedish bank vault!
Bloody hell!
It's the best we can do for now.
We must get a special frame built tomorrow.
If you are going to make a frame,
Do you think you could make it so that
I can be lifted up and look out of the window a little?
Only if it's not too much trouble...
But I so much want to be able to peep out!
Of course, Darling.
I just wanted to say hello...
You do look tired.
I tried to get some sleep, but I just can't.
I wander round brooding over all this business with me and Stig.
You don't look too chirpy either come to that.
It often happens that I cannot sleep when I have been working hard.
...You know, there is so much to do at the Academy.
I'm studying architecture.
And I'm sure I'll get a good degree.
For everyone says I have real flair.
It's a game we play...
But I have found a way for when I can't sleep...
What do you do when you can't sleep?
I pick up the worst textbook I can find.
Then I mark up 50 of the very worst pages
And tell myself I must work my way through them
Before I'm allowed to go to sleep...
That way I know that before the first page I'll be sound asleep.
Thanks, Little Brother. Maybe I should try it!
Oh, Mummy...
Hear the little cat, Mummy As it miaows in the meadow
The gulls and terns Have nowhere to live
Hark, the stars are singing Singing us to sleep...
What can an old lady like me do about all this?
What a gale! What a gale!
Is that the airport?
Yes, I'd like to speak to the duty meteorologist.
Thank you... My name is Sigrid Drusse.
Can you provide me with details about the weather in Copenhagen
Locally? Very locally! Round the Kingdom!
Am I a pilot?
Yes, I am going to make a flight round the hospital
In my little plane...
I want to know if it is so windy I'll need to wear a hat.
I must wear a hat?!
Hello there! (in Swedish)
Anyone else want to buy help for their vivas?
No, thanks, Dr. Helmer, I prefer to mug up.
Where is it then?
It's inside the Steeleman Report, published in 1991.
Shelf 243. Just a moment! ...Come in.
Krogen is coming.
Shit! Come on!
Damn! You Swe...
No, no, no!
Why did you do that?
I panicked!
Panicked?
Yes, panicked.
That won't help... and now you can't turn off the alarm again.
Yeah, I was scared. Krogen is so weird at the moment.
Coming up to Sanne's?
No, thanks, I have to see someone.
You can't move or the alarm'll go off...
That would be just as nasty for you as it would for me!
I'm going to rip out your gizzards...
I realise that.
And make you eat them!
No, thank you!
At the airport they are having dreadful trouble
In Air Traffic Control.
You know that planes have to keep to particular tracks
So they don't bump into one another...
Corridors!
Keep your gob shut when mummy's talking!
Their tracks are called corridors...
I am in the Kingdom Flying Club.
That's why I know they're called corridors!
Anyway, the planes change track here, just above the Kingdom,
And it's very, very strange...
They've never seen anything like it before. It's very mystical.
No, mystical is not what it is, it's thermal.
Thermals are rising air currents.
Oh... You say you're a member of the Kingdom Flying Club?
Yes. Do you fly?
Well, one is always somewhat in the air, right?
Maybe we should all go up and have a look at your thermals!
Mummy darn it... he can't bloody well fly...
I can fly you around a bit...
A couple of years ago I was one of the best pilots in the club...
A couple of years ago!
Before the accident...
The insurance company called it a total write-off,
You know what they're like...
You can't get out of those own-risk clauses.
Mummy, I'm not going.
Of course you are...
It's an old wives' tale that flying is difficult.
Archibald had a KZ and we flew lots of splendid trips...
Rather like Baroness Blixen and
Her lover over the Savannah in Africa.
...In those days there were no such things as licenses...
I am sure we are in far safer hands with Hansen.
Well, I'll be damned...
What is it?
It occurs to me that the alarm system is aeons old...
It won't trip if you move slowly enough ...I'm going to get you.
Swede!
Slowly, you said? If you can move slowly, I can move slowly...
Damn you!
Come here!
Hello, I am from the Copenhagen City Court and
I have a writ to serve on you! Are you Stig G. Helmer?
Dance, dance, girls...
I am from the Copenhagen City Court and
I have a writ to serve on you! Are you Stig G. Helmer?
Ouch damn it... I'll get you...
You don't want me to get hold of your family?
No... I am so ashamed! ...I have let them all down!
I've left them without a penny.
The kids... what about their education?
If only I had made sure they'd be all right...
Your family will receive considerable damages.
Your family has been taken care of, believe you me.
Is it really true?
Yes!
He is dead. It was really kind of you to tell him about
The compensation, even if it's not true.
You rang?
I've been considering my situation... I think it would be best
If I talked to my mummy now... would you call her?
Yes, of course.
Thank you, will you tell her it is very important...
It's cold today!
Yet it will get much colder!
It's quiet, too! Will it get even quieter?
Mmmm. Soon! So quiet that it hurts to hear it.
When?
When the big baby dies!
There will be silence in heaven and earth when the big baby dies!
And after that there will be no way back!
Come on, Bulder! .
I really haven't time to talk to you now...
And you promised not to bother me any more.
Don't you start the engine first?
Oh, yes, that's right.
Aren't you meant to do a whole load of checks first...
You are a proper charley, Bulder,
It's people like you who make life so constricted.
Admit it, you'd rather have stayed on the ground... Kilimanjaro!
Getting a license seems far too easy to me nowadays!
I never said I had a license...
But I would have if the trainer hadn't got smashed up!
Bulder, move into the middle!
I hope I'm not too late to join in? Whoops, like doctors, eh?
If one goes, they all go.
What is Professor Tribini doing over there by the wall,
Looking glum?
Bondo received the results of his blood tests...
The cancer has metastased after all... it doesn't look good.
What now? How will he go on? Will he continue his glamorous
Research into a disease no devil has heard of,
Or will he allow vanity to triumph?
No matter how emotional it may be, the time has come for us
To accept that our ways must part.
A complaint about my person was on its way.
But I think I can cope beyond these walls.
Damn it, don't you see that this childishness must cease?
Can you feel anything?
No. Not yet.
Yet this is where the thermal ought to be.
We've talked over what you said... That you would do one more run.
That you needed to make a tidy bit of cash on a single trip.
I think we have a solution on the cards.
We've thought up a special twist to push people's stakes up.
Rigmor, what are you doing here? You want to apply too, well,
Why not... birds of a feather flock together, as they say.
Come and sit down with Professor Tweedledee, Professor Tweedledum,
And the Mad hatter, our master of ceremonies.
That's if you can get your chest-of-drawers arse down among them.
I only came to fetch you... let's agree that spending the evening
With one's chums is a thing of one's youth, shall we?
Youth, the days before we committed ourselves.
If you come home with me at once, I won't be angry.
Are you insane? I am not going home anywhere with anyone.
I have freed myself from you and these ...Danish scum.
Oh, you found the report? I rather thought you would.
What are you babbling about? Have you looked at it?
The report? ... "Greetings from your beloved Rigmor"
This is not the report from the Mona operation!
Nobody tell me the Swedes can't get to the core of a problem...
But unfortunately, as usual, a touch too late.
I am in possession of the report now,
So now I am calling the shots!
Indeed! But how?
I couldn't sleep, and what is more natural than to find
The most boring piece of writing one can think of?
The Steeleman Report!
Precisely... there's nothing more boring than that.
Inside it was the anasthesia report
And I merely swapped it for the billet-doux you have in your hand!
You demon!
No, no, no, no.
Naturally I do not have it about my person. It's in a bank.
A bank? Which bank?
It is not in this country. I went to Malmo.
The Mona report is safe in a Swedish back vault!
A Swedish bank vault... Then all is lost! I love you. Rigmor.
Shall I call the removal man...
So we can get my stuff over to your place?
Save your energy... I've already rung them.
Oh, well, excuse me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
If somebody would be so kind as to go to the board and
Note Dr. Helmer for 22 strokes?
This is what we came up with:
The road is almost completely straight.
The idea is that once you are
Under the railway bridge you can use your washer and
Wipers and drive home normally!
Driving blind?
You need the money, right?
Driving blind!
Three Crowns, or shoould I say Three Cruds! Culture Finesse and
Refinement restling at the bottom of a Danish crapper.
The whole struggle was unequal from the word go.
My temperamental disposition does not fit in with Danish methods.
But that's damned well over:
No more Mr Nice Guy!
Come and get it, Danish scum!
That's it!
Look at this... It's strong... this thermal.
Get a bearing!
trun off the engine!
Yes...
Oscar Yankee-Bravo-Uniform-Foxtrot you are out of your corridor...
Confirm your position... Shh...
You've got o stop playing your tricks! It's not funny any more1
If you are going to tell me you are getting married or
Anything else from this life you're pretending to live.
I don't want to hear it.
I don't think it is a good game at all, Little Brother.
No, Mummy, we aren't playing any more... It has to end now
Unfasten me from my frame so I can die.
What are those lights we can see through the clouds?
They're lovely... It looks like a runway.
It's the fountain pond... it's illuminated.
So that's the first thing you see when you come... winging in...
What the hell is going on?
Argh...
Hold on tight! Hold tight!
Argh... Argh...