Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot!
You shouldn't have touched her.
Why did you?
Morning, Adrian. - Morning, Jesper.
Good morning. - Good morning.
It's getting chilly out. - Hey, you have a new jacket.
This old thing? I've had it for ages.
Oh? It sure looks new.
You've been smoking. - Smoking? Absolutely not.
I'm a non-smoker now, so why would you say that?
But I can smell it. - Is there any coffee?
No, Jacobsen's expecting you. - What for?
Something about a new client. - I already told him: No more!
He's expecting you asap.
That's it! I'm not budging. - Right.
Are you sure that jacket isn't new? - Yes, I am, Beate!
And lose the gum!
You take milk? - Yes, please.
Well, Adrian...
I realize we're making great demands on you these days.
It's not as bad as all that... - Yes, it is. You have your hands full.
But you see, I've spoken to your father -
and Werner and I agree that you will benefit from a task of this nature.
You spoke to my father? - Yes.
What is it about?
A few months ago a British TV crew were shot and killed in Sumatra.
The shooter was apparently a Danish citizen named Severin Gertsen.
There's been the usual red tape.
But he faces the death penalty, and I know you're against that sort of thing.
That's true.
Well, of course, so am I.
But the case is rather complex.
And then there's the little twist that he doesn't actually exist.
How so? - His passport was issued in 1906.
The Severin Gertsen he claims to be was born in Copenhagen in 1880.
He claims to be 129 years old -
and that the leaves of a particular flower keep him young.
You see where this is going? - Not really...
The Consulate is convinced he's a Danish citizen.
The Foreign Ministry is hoping he'll be declared mentally disordered.
It's the only way to avoid the death penalty.
And the Indonesians think he's faking it to avoid the noose.
Isn't that the obvious explanation? - That's more or less how I see it.
What I need you to do, Adrian, is to go to Djakarta -
and do a thorough and just evaluation of his mental state.
And it would be very interesting to find out who he really is.
Wow. Yes.
Well, if you save a man...
You save the whole world. I knew you'd say that.
And...
Tobacco-wise? Still a non-smoker?
Yes, that's all in the past.
That must make Werner happy. Don't you feel much better?
Being able to smell and taste things again...
Taste life, am I right? - Yes. You should try it, Ole.
Maybe he would have liked to think it over.
There isn't much to think about.
Any psychiatrist would give his right arm for a case like this.
If Adrian is ever to have a successful private practise -
these are the kinds of cases he must take on.
He isn't exactly a spring chicken anymore.
This is a great opportunity. - Yes, definitely.
But it's never nice to feel overloaded.
'Overloaded'?
He should try what I had to go through in my day.
I could tell you about 'overload'. - Yes, of course...
When you haven't gotten further up the career ladder at Adrian's age -
you must grab on to cases as they appear.
If you play your cards right this time -
the ministry will notice you -
and all sorts of opportunities will be available to you.
I wouldn't mind visiting my son in his private practise in Switzerland.
Oh, yes. Switzerland is lovely. Don't you think so, Sweetie?
Yes. If you happen to like boiled cheese.
Are you trying to be funny?
Cheese fondue is a century old dish. I fail to see the humour.
It's just that Mom, she... Uhm, let's forget about it.
Yes, let's forget about it.
Let's not take responsibility for anything and just be odd, Adrian.
Continue to dress oddly and never get married or have children.
Continue your odd ways as your mother sits here with lung cancer.
Werner! - She has less than 3 months left.
But let's forget about that, too, shall we, and just be odd.
Stop it, Werner. - Mom?
Ah, Sweetie. You know what your father's like.
Always the pessimist.
Dr. Phillipsen says I have at least a year -
so there's no need to talk about it.
I'll go make a fresh pot of coffee.
Hey... this isn't chicken.
There's no way.
And the 'advocado' is all mushy.
Is yours mushy, too?
Adrian? Is your 'advocado' all mushy, too.
Your 'advocado'.
Can't you be quiet for 2 seconds? I'm taking a nap.
Are you gay, Adrian?
No, no. Why would I...
Lots of people think so. They find it strange that you never date.
It's pronounced avocado, Beate. Avocado, without the 'd'.
It's a vegetable. It doesn't have a law degree.
A-v-o-c-a-d-o. - Well I think it's a fruit.
Mikael Feldt, the Danish Consulate. Welcome to Djakarta.
Get the bags.
We'll take care of the bags. - Mine's the red one.
Not exactly luxurious, but it's air- conditioned, so you should be fine.
Pool? - I'm afraid not.
But the Consul will host a dinner for you tomorrow -
and he has a pool I'm sure you may use.
Bitten speaking. - Mom?
Hi, honey. Is everything okay? - Yes, fine.
Are you smoking? - No.
Absolutely not. - Right.
What time is it at your place?
It's almost seven.
Mom... - I'm fine!
Your father is out hunting with Jacobsen -
- and I'm home alone, tidying a little.
Did you want something, Sweetie? - I just wanted to chat a little...
Something's ringing at your end. Thanks for calling.
Bye.
Yes? - Is your room really tiny, too?
I'm hanging up. Don't call back. Tomorrow will be a long day.
And food? There's no room service and only peanuts in the mini-bar.
Go to bed, Beate. - I'm starving.
Oh, fuck...
Come on.
Beate! Don't touch me...! Let go.
What's going on? - Call the Consulate! Now!
They're releasing you. - It's a misunderstanding.
I've done nothing! - Come with me!
They hit me with a chair. - Here.
And here. They let me have it.
'Let you' have it? This is absurd. It's my watch.
Come on.
What is that? - You don't want to know. Come.
If you knew there was a turd in the toilet, why did you take her there?
I'm telling you, it didn't work! It wouldn't flush!
So you showed her your turd? - It wasn't mine, for Christ's sake!
Would you please lose the gum? - No. I'll make my own decisions.
Either way, showing off a turd is gross. Yours or not.
I didn't show anybody anything. The toilet was broken, so I took her there.
And showed her the turd. - To make her understand, Beate!
But then it started working. And what's with hitting people with furniture -
and stealing my watch? I'm appalled!
We should put this behind us and prepare for tomorrow.
They can bring one pad and one pen. - One pen. Okay, thank you.
He doesn't appear to be a psycho to the naked eye.
Are you nervous? - No, of course not.
You're allowed to bring one pad and one pen. No whispering.
Speak loudly and clearly. You have 10 minutes.
10 minutes? I need at least an hour to...
That's how it's done here. Get used to it.
Good morning. - Good morning.
I am Adrian Gabrielsen, psychiatrist from the Danish Prison Service.
My assistant, Beate Meyer, May we sit?
Please, have a seat. - Thank you.
So... Do you know why we're here?
I suppose you're here to determine whether I'm crazy or not.
Yes. We don't actually use that terminology, but something like that.
But do you understand why they find it difficult to believe you?
Most certainly. But my only option is to tell the truth.
Let's take it from the top. Name? - Severin Gertsen.
And when were you born? - August 13th 1880. Copenhagen.
...June 4th 1912.
We sailed on MS Selandia for the East Asiatic Company. Destination Manila.
Why did you leave? - It was an expedition.
Was the expedition a success? - No.
We were struck by one accident after another: Typhoid fever, malaria.
The expedition was dissolved, I ended up in Australia -
and signed up for the Great War.
So you fought in the war?
Yes, at Gallipoli. - World War I...?
I've said it over and over, but we don't seem to be getting anywhere.
You'll never be able to understand how I can still be alive -
and therefore never believe that I am who I am!
No, because if your story is correct -
then your age would be one hundred and... what?
129. - 129 years old.
That's quite an age.
And that would then be the leaves of that flower...
My flower. - That keep you young. Is that right?
Yes.
So what do you expect will happen? - What do I expect?
Well, after all you shot and killed 8 people.
They shouldn't have touched Hedvig.
Hedvig? - My flower.
Are you my friend, Adrian Gabrielsen?
I'd say so.
Come closer. Come.
When the blue snake bites your foot...
Get those two out of there, now!
What are you doing? I told you not to go near him!
There was glass between us!
What exactly did he say? - Confidentiality prohibits...
What did he say? - That a blue snake will bite my foot.
What else? - I couldn't hear anything.
Shit, shit, shit...
They're not budging. They won't accept that you see him again.
If that isn't the most grotesque overreaction.
Out here they abide by the law. It's not like back home.
In this case in particular they're only waiting for an excuse.
To execute him? That's unacceptable.
They will not execute him. He's far too important.
What do you mean? - I don't understand.
They believe his story! - What story?
They believe the flower exists? That's crazy.
He's mentally unstable.
They want to find the plant and examine it.
This is the silliest thing I ever heard. And now?
We'll have to see. They sure won't let you near him.
The Danish Foreign Ministry must get involved here.
Last they heard, you were showing off your stools to the whole house.
And the dinner with the Consul? - Cancelled.
We'll take you to the hotel and wait for a decision from Denmark.
That's...
I thought people like Severin always chose to be someone famous...
Someone like Napoleon or Caesar. - That's not always the case.
But a Copenhagen botanist? - There could be many reasons.
It could be interesting to check out if the information he gave us is true.
Your spare time is your own. - He just seemed so convincing.
Of course he did. He obviously has a multiple personality disorder.
But it's still a beautiful idea that there's this tiny little flower -
in the big, big forest that offers eternal life.
They believe in it. He believes in it.
We're the only ones who don't.
That is because we're logical people. When people want to believe things -
they set aside all reason.
When you tell yourself you can afford a lamp-coloured dress on sale -
you're aware of the fact that you can't afford it -
but you buy it anyway.
You're so damn boring and stingy. Thank god we're not married.
Are you aiming to get pissed? - Yes!
It's beyond me why you were ever hired.
It might have helped that I flashed my tits at the interview.
I'm going back to the hotel.
Goodnight.
Adrian!
Good morning.
Woh, this is really hot.
Haven't you been to bed? - No. You won't believe this.
You've been out all this time?
You can't run around like that. We're on official business!
I went to an Internet cafe. - We're expected at the Consulate!
You said my spare time was my own. So, take a look at this.
There was a Severin Gertsen who left in 1912 and never returned.
The ship, Selandia, the date. It all fits.
It gets better. On the casualty list from that Galpolo...
Gallipoli. - Yes. At first I couldn't find it.
But there's an Australian Severin Gertsen -
who was wounded and sent by hospital ship to England in 1917.
And in 1918 a troop transport goes down on its way to Australia -
off the west coast of Sumatra, and who drowns? Severin Gertsen.
If you could find all this, then so could he.
Why on earth would he? - The man is mentally ill!
He's assumed someone else's identity.
But why would he do that? What did he whisper to you?
That if I was bitten by a blue snake, I should step on its tail or I'd die.
I'm going to the Consulate. - Am I not coming?
Well, hurry up then. You have 10 minutes to change.
Aren't you even a little bit impressed with me?
Not very much, no.
Sure, you are.
Of course they can't hit you with furniture and take your watch.
But it's the least of your problems. - It was self-defence! I'm a pacifist.
I became a doctor to save lives not take them. I'm not capable of it.
I never held a weapon before.
Well, a man was killed, and you had a gun.
It was self-defence!
It was in self-defence. - Yes, but they don't see it that way.
This is... Okay.
How long am I in here for? - It's all politics now.
It depends on the Severin Gertsen case.
Beate is flying back tomorrow, and your boss will take over.
If all goes well, we'll be allowed to see you again in 6 weeks.
6 weeks?! - 6-10 weeks.
But that's not the worst of it.
Beate? - Thank you, Mikael.
Your mother is in intensive care. It doesn't look too good.
But I can bring her a message from you, if...
Oh hell...
Okay. A bit harsh, but I'll pass it on.
They came because they think I know where the flower is.
They believe in its existence.
So do I.
Take care. - See you, Adrian.
What's going on? Where is he?
Has he said anything? - Not one word.
He just keeps calling me chicken.
Chicken? - Yes, chicken.
He's not telling us anything.
Turn it up.
If we keep it up, he may die. - We can't go on like this.
Turn it up! - Yes, sir.
His pulse is very slow. What do we do with him?
Take him down and fetch the other one.
Get going!
Get on with it! Take off his clothes!
Don't touch me!
Be quiet.
Be quiet, man.
Get the keys. Go!
You're a good man, Adrian.
If we get out of here, I'll share Hedvig with you.
Grab a gun.
Come!
Let's go.
Let's go, Adrian. - And the phone...?
What? Get going, get going!
What are you doing? Why did you shoot her?
Uh...
Quite frankly, I don't know.
From now on, let's try not to shoot people, unless they shoot at us, okay?
Good thinking, Adrian. We'll do that.
Adrian.
What a nice soup. - Yes.
They know their way around garlic, as Kipling says.
Yes. Was your flight dish also disgusting?
No, it was fine.
Mine was disgusting. They said it was chicken, but it tasted funny.
And the 'advocado' was mushy...
Adrian Gabrielsen and Severin Gertsen escaped from prison.
It was bloody. 12 casualties.
Did he shoot more people? - 12 casualties. How is that possible?
This will have severe consequences.
How embarrassing. It hardly ever rings. I apologize.
Answer it. They have no one else to call.
Now, if I can only find it.
All this stuff...
Ah! Here it is.
Beate. - It's Adrian.
We were just talking about you. It's Adrian.
Ask him where they are.
Adrian, be quiet. - Where are you?
At a dinner at the Consulate. - A dinner? Listen, I've been shot at!
We can't move an inch. - Where are you?
We're under a bridge by a river.
There's a building that says...
"Sonny". - Sony.
A building that says Sony. - Come and get us!
Do we have a car? - We'll send my blue Range Rover.
The hell we will, Mikael! We don't want them here!
Adrian, we're sending a blue Range Rover, so keep an eye out for it.
Good. - Okay. See you.
There.
You cannot stay here. They'll know within hours from now.
Then they'll storm the consulate. - Did you have to shoot so many?
I didn't shoot anybody. Okay... one.
They electrocuted me and beat me with every piece of furniture in sight.
You can't stay!
Listen! It's just an innocent employee...
They'll blow us up.
And we're still repairing the damages from the Muhammad drawings.
This is worse. It's a foreign policy disaster.
Not even the US embassy will help. - What do you propose, Adrian?
I haven't slept in 30 hours... - Clothes, money and a vehicle.
I'm expecting you to help a fellow Dane with clothes, money and a car.
What will you do?
Drive until the forest begins and find my way home to Hedvig.
Hedvig? - The flower.
Give me a break. - How do we get home?
I can get Beate on a plane, but the two of you...
You're wanted throughout Indonesia! I can't even get you to the airport.
Come on. There must be a way out, someone to talk to?
The only way out is through the jungle to the coastline -
and then via boat to Malaysia or Singapore.
The jungle? How am I supposed... - We'll go together.
Ole... - It's your only way out.
Let's go then. - How far do you think you'll get?
They're looking for two European men. How can you avoid detection?
I'll join them. - No! Beate, you can leave anytime.
If they're looking for two men, they have a better chance if I drive.
Excellent. But we won't wait for you. - Jesus, you won't have to!
It's a plan! And this meeting never took place. Agreed?
Hello?
Anyone?
Good morning! Breakfast is served.
They were cute, but they couldn't make change, so we need a bank.
Could this wait? I can't feel my legs.
Sure. Lighten up.
You bought water, right? - There's a bottle there somewhere.
One bottle? - It's the jumbo size.
Cards with a Chinese Elvis? - For the long nights.
If we leave the car up the road and enter the jungle there -
I'll say we're looking at 5-6 days on foot.
5-6 days? - Okay, 7 tops.
There must be a road.
No, there's nothing butjungle.
Aren't you just dying to get in there?
And play cards with Beate and the mosquitoes.
There are soldiers up ahead.
Do I turn around? - Yes!
No! - What then?
Ask about directions. Be a tourist! - They won't buy that.
Think of something else. - Like what?
Tell them you don't speak English. Think of something, Beate.
Believe in yourself.
Papers!
Passport!
Look in the trunk.
Sit down!
What are you doing?
Go ahead and look.
Shoot!
Beate?
Beate!
Are they dead? - Completely.
Holy smoke.
What on earth did you say to them?
I got nervous.
Look at it! - That's it. Grab what you need.
Beate, put on these boots.
We're going into the wild.
Did I get cheeky with them? - Not at all. They were very rude.
Come on.
No harm done! We have machine guns, grenades.
You have decent shoes. Let's go.
Adrian, now!
You're chopping down the forest. - It'll grow back.
Yes, but we're sort of easy to follow when we make a tunnel like this.
You've got a point. Good thinking.
You're not half bad at this. Take that.
Nice, Adrian.
But you're still chopping.
The flower... Is there just the one?
As far as I know she's one of a kind. - What does she look like?
She's beautiful. The most beautiful thing you ever saw.
Her leaves are white as snow. - And you eat them.
Do they grow back when you pick them?
I don't pick them off. She offers them up.
Every night she lets a leaf or two fall to the ground.
Cool. - So life is in the leaves?
Yes, it's all in the leaves. - Right.
We'll cross that mountain before sundown and set up camp.
All the way over there?
Why...
So, you've lived in the jungle your entire life?
No, only the last 80 years, or so.
And you never went to the city. - Not lately.
I had a girlfriend in a village nearby -
but she moved away in... 65, I think.
Oh, I see. And you haven't gone since?
No. - Stop the cross-examination, Adrian.
It's interesting that he hasn't been with a woman in 40 years.
Well, neither have you.
Do you mind? And get rid of that gum!
I've been coming on to him for years, but he'll have none of it.
Not even at the Christmas party. - Adrian is right. Get rid of the gum.
It's just gum! - Nothing 'just' is, Beate.
Everything has a purpose, a function that shouldn't be abused. You see?
I'm not sure.
Let me illustrate it with a little story.
Cool, I love stories. When I was a little girl...
Right...
When I was a boy, there was this carpenter called Little Jens.
Back in the 19th century? - Yes.
But Little Jens drank as most carpenters 10-15 beers a day.
And after years of training he had acquired amazing skills -
when it came to opening the beer.
He could open his beer with anything from a hand saw to a thumb rule.
It was beautiful and colourful.
We kids cheered every time a cap took off to the skies.
But one day something happened.
On a rainy day the master missed.
The cap chipped the edge of the bottle.
Little Jens didn't notice that the piece of glass fell into his beer.
Isn't that really dangerous? What happened? No!
He died? - Yes. Shortly after and in great pain.
Come fall, his sweet wife Else Marie took her own life.
What a sad story.
It is a sad story, Beate.
It's sad that no one ever introduced Little Jens to the bottle opener.
Nothing good comes from utilizing a tool for other ends -
than those for which it was created. All things have a purpose.
Cows give us milk, grain gives us bread -
and if you chew on something, you're supposed to swallow it.
You go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.
We'll follow the river, so that we don't leave a trail.
Do you still doubt him? - I doubt they had caps back then.
Goodnight, sleep well.
Let's go! Come on! Adrian, grab your gun!
Where's Severin? - Go!
Stop! Stay where you are.
Stay where you are, or you'll die!
Why didn't you shoot him? Come on, that way!
Down river!
We should go this way. Come. - Why?
We must go up the river or out of the sun or...
Just follow me, for God's sake! - The sun?
Stop!
Hands up! - Drop your weapon!
Stop...!
Severin, let's not do anything foolish. We'll just talk to them.
Stop! - We'll talk with them... Severin?
Relax.
I've seen him before. Isn't he that guy from prison?
Yes, General Karel.
What does he have on his nose? - Ask Adrian.
Adrian, did you hit him? - No.
Why are the two of you so violent? - Here they come.
I think he means it. - I'm not telling him anything.
Shoot the girl first.
Me?
Severin, say something! - Close your eyes. Happy thoughts.
Shoot her.
Tell them where it is! Severin, he will die!
Say something!
You may not care about your own life or mine -
but Adrian came all the way here to save you.
Isn't he your friend?
Are we going to Singapore, Severin?
Are you sure that's a good idea?
Beate!
Beate?
Severin?
Sev... oh, Jesus Christ. No, no, no.
Beate?
Beate!
Beate?
Beate!
Beate?
It's me. Adrian. I'll get you down.
Okay.
Okay...
Stand on my shoulders. Come on.
I've got you.
Damn! - I'm sorry.
There. - Woh, that hurt like hell.
I'm sorry. That was my fault. I owe you one.
What is it? - I think my arm's broken.
This one? - Yes, ouch!
And I think I have something in my back.
What?
I'll have a look at it... It may hurt a little.
So did the other stuff.
What the hell are you doing? - Now, now.
Let's go see if there's a first aid kit in the helicopter.
Where is Severin?
He's dead. We crashed with the helicopter.
We're the only survivors.
Let's have a look.
I can't see a thing without my glasses, but we need to go north-east -
and we're not far from the waterway to Malaysia. And north-east is...
...that way.
Why did you go out here? Honestly.
I wanted to get home.
I think you were taken with Severin.
He was interesting!
He certainly experienced more and achieved more than you ever will.
He was older, of course.
And on that note I think we should call it a night.
Or maybe you wanted to find the flower, too. To see if it was true.
You must promise me to never analyze people, because you really suck at it.
Yes, I miss with most people.
But I know you. - I beg to differ.
There may be many things that I don't know, but I know that you smoke.
How hard is that to figure out when you keep sniffing at me?
And you hate your father because you could never stand up to him.
You became a doctor to please him. I know you don't like being touched.
I have no problem with that! - Stop lying.
I understand if you want to find that flower.
Then you could help your mother.
And maybe even yourself.
You could start anew.
I know I'm stating the obvious. You're projecting, right?
I never knew what that meant. - You're talking about yourself.
I don't know anyone who's dying. - Why didn't you go home, then?
Because of you, dammit!
I don't think you're odd, you see.
But you don't like touching. - Where do you want to touch me?
You'll get upset and call it unhygienic.
No, I won't. - Okay, well...
Your hand?
Or your cheek?
You want to touch my hand? Knock yourself out.
See! No problem! You make this big deal out of it...
There... that's it, then.
Adrian!
Beate, what is it? - It's amazing. Wait and see.
Look!
What?
Don't you see it?
What? - The blue snake biting the foot.
Severin said that when the blue snake bites the foot -
you stand on its tail or you'll die.
What? - Jesus, are you blind? Look!
The river is the snake. It's blue.
Then there's the head that bites the foot and the tail.
And you won't die if you stand on the tail. The flower is right down there.
I don't see a foot. - The foot of the mountain, Adrian!
Oh, so then that's the snake? - Yes.
Yeah, well...
Are you sure?
Come, let's get our stuff.
I don't understand. It should be right here.
Well, he probably didn't plant it midstream... or...
Adrian? - Yes.
Did you find anything?
No, Beate, I didn't. - Me neither.
Let's not shout until we have something, okay?
What? - Never mind.
Give me a heads up with the recoils would you?
I think she's around here. - 'She'?
Hedvig. - That's it. I've had it.
Come here!
Find the damn vegetable. I'm hungry, I'm tired -
I need a smoke, and I just want to go home.
Maybe we passed it already. - Of course we didn't. Come on.
That way.
Are you okay? - Yes.
It's so pretty. - Yes.
Shall we have a taste? - Do we dare?
Sure, it's just a leaf.
Quite bitter.
Do you feel anything? - No.
Me neither.
Or...
I feel strange. - So do I.
Hey! White tourists!
What are you doing here?
You shouldn't be here. - What is she saying?
This is a workplace for us rice farmers.
If you must continue, go over there.
Go over there!
She'll take us. Do we have cash? - Sure.
Out of my fields!
Go!
Not an overload of teeth in her.
Do you think it's thirsty?
Give it some water.
Only a little.
Adrian, this is Djoko. He'll sail us to Singapore.
He doesn't have many teeth. They're not big on them.
I said we were married to ease things along. But he wants 1.2 million -
and we only have 981,000.
It's just a watch! - It was a present from my father.
It's ugly as sin!
Give it to him so he can get some decent teeth.
Dad.
Adrian.
She's waiting for you.
Well, get in there, boy! - Yes.
What's that? - It's a flower.
Much good that'll do her now.
Adrian. - Hi, Mom.
You came. - Of course I did.
I'm dying, Adrian.
Well, maybe not. - I worry about your father.
You'll have to look after him, right? - I have something for you to eat.
I can't eat anything.
If you eat this, you won't have to die.
What kind of nonsense is that?
Just trust me on this. - Please take this more seriously.
Your father is right. You are odd.
Eat. Come...
It's a little bitter. Just swallow it.
Can you feel it?
What a strange feeling. - Yes. But a good one, right?
Oh, yes.
Mom?
Mom.
Mom? Help!
To everything there is a season and a purpose under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to search and a time to lose.
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
Bitten Elinor Gabrielsen -
dust thou art...
...unto dust shalt thou return -
and from dust shalt thou resurrect.
I believe Werner would like to say a few words.
I don't have much to say. Bitten is gone.
And that's that.
There is coffee and cake in our home -
for those interested.
He'll come around, Adrian. No one's blaming you.
If it helps any, we actually found out who Severin Gertsen really was.
He wasn't Severin Gertsen? - No, he wasn't.
He was Tim Larsen of the home guard. A carpenter from Allerod.
And a great-great nephew to Severin Gertsen.
Severin had an amazing life. He travelled to the Far East -
and when his ship went down a family theory claims he survived -
and disappeared into the jungle where he stayed his entire life.
This resulted in an identity disorder in the carpenter from Allerod.
He travelled to the Far East, became psychotic -
and lived his life there as Severin Gertsen.
What about Hedvig? - Hedvig?
The flower. - Ah, the flower.
I doubt that it will be returned to you.
It's extremely rare, and it contains high levels of tetrahydro-cannabinol.
Te...?
Cannabis, shit, skunk, funny tobacco. You know all about that.
Not least your mother. Well, at least she died happy.
I think I'll join Werner for coffee.
See you Monday.
I don't think I'll be in on Monday.
Me neither.
Would you like to come home with me? I make great coffee.
Not really.
But we can go someplace else.
I'd love to go to Argentina. They have lousy teeth, too, I'm told.
What... What are you doing?
Holding your hand.
You can't do that without asking. Especially not here.
Of course you can. - No, you can't.
Why not?
Sometimes you act 15.
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