The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland
where the bleaching ponds once lay.
Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth.
The steam evaporating from the wet cloth
shrouded the place in permanent fog.
Centuries later the hospital was built here.
The bleachers gave way to doctors and researchers,
the best brains in the nation and the most perfect technology.
To crown their work they called the hospital The Kingdom.
Now life was to be charted, and ignorance and superstition
never to shake the bastions of science again.
Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced,
and their persistent denial of the spiritual.
For it is as if the cold and damp have returned.
Tiny signs of fatigue are appearing in the solid, modern edifice.
No living person knows it yet, but the gateway to the Kingdom
is opening once again.
The Living Dead
The boss is here.
You may be able to get a parking bay if you talk to him.
Hey!
This morning will be a very special morning.
Special? People are different from usual.
Who?
The doctor who lives in the basement
has grown afraid of the girl he loves.
Why? He thinks she磗 a ghost.
But she isn磘.
No, she isn磘.
And the man who cuts up the dead
now has part of a dead man in his belly.
lt will be a strange morning.
And the Swede who磗 always angry is not angry any more.
That is not good.
No, that is not good at all.
Goodness...you do look different. lt磗 the shock. l磎 done for.
Laugh! Laugh, damn you!
Hook got hold of the copy of the report.
The Chief Medical Officer is bound to have received it by now.
l磎 on my way to Moesgaard to resign.
But Stig ...
l want you to know that l can handle the other prats,
but as for Moesgaard and his twaddle ...
He is deadly dangerous.
Hello, Helmer! ... See you later ...
Thank you for the time we磛e spent together.
As long as l live l will remember you.
And your department. As the very, very ...
... best. Thank you.
Thank you, Stig, nice of you to say so.
And the CMO was pleased to get the report?
No, it磗 vanished. l tried to requisition it, but it磗 gone.
What? l thought Hook might have ...
lt has vanished without trace.
Can磘 we just say it was also destroyed by coffee?
That磗 better than saying it vanished from the archives.
We management Johnnies are ticklish about archives.
Will you back me up? Certainly, since it磗 you.
You磖e right, Stig, she really doesn磘 stay in bed.
Mrs. Drusse, you are a patient here.
l磎 on my way to a funeral. Little Mrs. Drusse ...
You must excuse the professor. His views on patients and bed rest
may appear rather oldfashioned.
lf Mrs. Drusse feels well enough to go to a funeral
surely it can do no harm? ... Morning conference, Einar.
l didn磘 know one had to take one磗 own cross to the chapel.
Mrs. Drusse ... a letter for you.
Hello! Time for morning conference. Coming?
Oh, yes. That磗 right.
Dear Mrs. Drusse.
Mary was a naughty girl yesterday.
She left her bed and ran across the Common.
Daddy had to chase her on the ambulance wagon.
They caught her on Lyngby Road.
She promised never to be disobedient again.
Yours, Ellen Krger.
Go on, Bulder.
Mary Jensen, we are interring your remains
on the site of the old hospital chapel,
and hope your tormented little soul will thus find peace.
Dust to dust ...
Ashes to ashes ...
ln sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life.
Mummy, do you think it will help?
A suggestion has been left in the suggestion box.
lt involves our authority, Helmer.
The proposer, who is anonymous ...
... writes that he or she regards it as inexpedient
that only consultants are authorised to book CT scans.
He or she suggests this right be given to all doctors on the ward.
May l suggest a compromise? That we appoint one person
who, in the absence of both consultants,
can authorise the more expensive tests. Helmer?
l cannot see that it would be of any benefit.
But on the other hand ...
... as they say, O tempora, O mores.
Why not appoint Hook?
l磎 sure he qualifies.
Splendid move, Helmer.
Before we part, a little bird has whispered in my ear.
This is strictly confidential and we must keep it to ourselves.
Can you all hear me?
l was at a party with the Director General yesterday.
Word of Operation Morning Breeze has reached Parliament.
The Minister has expressed the wish to make a surprise visit
to see how Morning Breeze has affected our work.
Let磗 all appear in the most favourable light
when he comes tomorrow evening. Thank you.
l demand an explanation.
You must stop this charade.
Give the report to Moesgaard and get it over with!
That磗 not up to you to say.
Everyone has the right to a single mistake, if they learn by it.
What do you mean? l haven磘 committed any errors.
lf l read this report correctly, Mona磗 blood pressure fell too low.
For twenty minutes! You write that it stabilised at once.
Twenty minutes, Helmer. No wonder she磗 soft in the head.
Lots of people are soft in the head.
l have nothing to hide.
So why are you so desperate to keep this from the CMO?
He might make the wrong interpretation.
Just like you.
You crazy Swede!
l demand an explanation.
Why are you avoiding me?
lf it磗 the baby, tell me.
lt磗 not the baby, it磗 ...
lt磗 what?
l know it sounds crazy.
But l have reason to believe ...
... that you are a ghost.
A ghost? There磗 a lot of it about.
Maybe you can be helped.
You were transparent.
Stig, will you do me a favour?
l have promised to show the Minister around.
But l don磘 think l can handle it. Morning Breeze means so much to me.
As a child, when l磀 done a painting l was proud of
and wanted mummy to see, l used to run away.
l would hide behind a door while she looked at it.
l feel the same way about the visit tomorrow evening.
l am proud of Operation Morning Breeze,
so proud that l ask you to show the Minister round. Will you do it?
Yes, of course, Einar.
Oh, jolly good show! My plan is as follows.
The Minister arrives. l磎 not in my office.
You come in and say l磛e been called away to operate in Odense.
No, say Hamburg or something. You offer to show him round.
l磍l leave my intercom on so you can hear when he arrives.
Then l磍l hang about in the background
and enjoy it when the Minister is impressed by it all ...
An excellent plan, Einar.
Thank you.
Coming to see Bondo?
Later, perhaps, Einar.
l am in despair. Look, l磛e been crying!
Rigmor, l am suffering.
And l know it磗 my own fault.
Deep down inside you are a good, kind, man. l know you are.
Yes, l am.
Have you packed? Yes, there are my cases.
Now you must tell me where we are going.
No, Sweetie, it磍l be a surprise.
l can磘 see that Haiti book.
Not interested any longer?
Of course l am. But l didn磘 think you were.
Give chapter 3 a miss, it磗 too dull.
lt shows that zombies become zombies because of a poison,
not a curse. lt spoils the mystery.
Zombies? The living dead.
lf you have an enemy you can commission a necromancer
to turn him into a zombie.
He磍l spend the rest of his life in a coma.
ln the old days they thought zombies had been cursed.
But now they know it磗 because they磛e been poisoned.
Which chapter, did you say? Three. l磛e got an operation.
When will the surprise be revealed?
When you get back.
Toodleoo! Cheerio.
Why are you so happy?
Helmer has arranged a surprise for me.
A surprise? Two tickets to Haiti. Today.
l heard him phone the travel agents.
Where is Miss Krger? Dead.
She died in the night.
She thought you would come.
She wanted you to have this dolly.
创l won磘 need this dolly any more创, she said.
l am very interested in Haiti.
Secret.
l am very, very interested in zombies.
Secret.
l am very, very interested in the poison
that can turn people into zombies.
Very secret.
l am very interested in hiring a man to take me to Haiti
and show me round. What would a man like that cost?
10,000. Plus board.
Well, Bondo, there you lie with Zakariasen磗 tumor and all.
We磛e preserved your own liver. You want this?
l am giving.
A good feeling ... You think so?
How is he? Any sign of tissue rejection?
No rejection. l磛e never seen such compatibility.
Dr. Oswald wants to smuggle him into Xray at the end of the day.
We磖e scouring Scandinavia for a new liver.
lt磍l be a matter of days, Bondo.
When l agreed to take this class while Professor Bondo磗 on holiday
l expected you磀 know the most fundamental aspects of pathology.
Look. What do you see?
A corpse. So far so good.
And how is this corpse?
Fine. Fine?
lt磗 got metastases up to the eyeballs. How come it磗 fine?
Because it磗 giving. Giving?
The law of the dead is to give. They have joined the fellowship.
Go home and study until your brains boil.
l磛e never seen you as knackered since you started sleep lab.
They pump me full of muck. Stop going, then.
No, once you start something, specially research ...
lf it磗 the dreams, you磍l have to do something about them ...
How?
l can always decide what l want to dream.
l just think about something l enjoy.
Maybe it磗 because you have such interesting dreams
that you are such a bore.
Are you going to tell me? Tell you what?
My surprise! Surprise? What surprise?
Ahah ...
Yes, l did promise.
We磍l take this chair.
Sit down.
Stare straight ahead.
No, close your eyes.
Cover them with your hands.
You mustn磘 look.
You磖e looking. l磎 not.
Don磘 look ...
Hello, are you doing your rounds? No. But we have a question.
l hope l can answer it.
l磎 afraid that Judith,
whom l love,
is a ghost.
She was transparent.
But she isn磘 now.
Stand at the window.
Of course she isn磘 now, but she was.
And the little girl said 创family创.
The little girl? What do you know about her?
A patient said that during his operation
a little girl appeared and took him by the hand.
She pointed at Judith and said 创family创.
Most interesting. How long have you been pregnant?
Eleven weeks. But the scanner operator said longer.
You look closer to term. Week 38 or 39.
A pretty kettle of fish.
Do you think you are the father?
No, he磗 gone away. Unfortunately it磗 not me.
Don磘 say that; l think something磗 seriously wrong with that baby.
The little girl could have been pointing at Judith磗 tummy.
The baby could be 创family创. The baby could be a spirit.
lt would explain the irregularities.
l磀 like to meet the father ...
There are precedents. l磍l have to delve into my books.
Precedents?
Of spirits who choose to materialise as foetuses.
Quite a few important ghosts have had themselves born ...
You磖e both insane.
Let her be alone for a bit. Accepting the astral plane can take a while.
l磀 like to meet the father, though.
May l peep?
Can l have my surprise now?
lf it磗 a surprise that Helmer toddled off in a taxi just now.
What do you mean?
He磗 run off without you. He磀 never do that.
He was carrying suitcases, and he wasn磘 alone.
He wasn磘 alone?
Stig Helmer!
You rat! lt did look rather neurotic.
Was he sexually underequipped?
l saw the old lady.
She has just been by. She is restless tonight.
ls she afraid?
She is not afraid, she is restless.
She has got everything ready for a big wash, but can磘 find the brush.
And the soap, can磘 she find that either?
Tonight she will find what she needs.
What are you talking about? Your Xrays are here.
The sarcoma has grown.
lt certainly has. lncredible.
But it磗 still relatively small. Small? Are you mad?
lt was big enough for Zakariasen.
He died.
l know my European sarcomas by heart.
The Brussels sarcoma is by far the biggest.
l saw it in their pathology collection.
They certainly take good care of it.
An American professor tried to walk off with it under his coat.
ls there any news of a donor? l haven磘 heard from Ulrich yet.
Just think of something you like.
My goodness! A kingsized wet dream.
Oh, Mrs. Drusse! You silly old woman.
lt must all fit together.
lt must do. All of it.
... Mary! Who has failed you?
She is at my daddy磗 hospital.
Acid gasses were never a treatment for TB ...
l ask the other spirit in this room to leave us.
Why can磘 l speak to Mary? Why must l be killed?
Back to hospital!
You磛e run away for the last time.
l know you want to kill me with the gasses.
Why must l be killed? l haven磘 been naughty.
Drive on! Where磗 the dog? l got it with the whip.
Let me go!
You devil!
Your crime will never be forgotten, Aage Krger.
Yes. Of course.
Let go of my dolly!
Aage Krger took my dolly away.
Yesterday. To give to his little girl.
But mummy wrote my name on it. Let go!
l feel so poorly ... Mummy ...
Mary, my little girl ...
l miss you so awfully, Mummy. Where you are, l cannot come.
That space l cannot enter.
He has given me the final dose.
l know he has killed me. My poor, poor little girl.
lf only l could help you. l am not afraid of dying.
l dreamed last night that we would meet in heaven.
Why haven磘 we met in heaven, Mummy?
Lonely you must wander, night after night,
because nobody will testify to Aage Krger磗 crime.
Do you know about Aage Krger, Mummy?
Of course.
He is your father, Mary.
l know it hurts to hear it, but haven磘 you known all the time?
We lay together in the village. He was a fine gentleman.
l but a poor woman. l found l was with child.
l went to see him after you磀 been born.
He wanted to give me money, but l wouldn磘 take it.
He had a wife and children. l promised him
that l磀 keep his name from you for seven years.
On your seventh birthday l would tell you.
l believed him when he told me you had tuberculosis.
He could tell from your hump, he said.
He said he wanted to take you to Copenhagen,
to the Kingdom
to cure you, Mary.
But he was lying.
l miss you, Mummy. l miss you.
l miss you, too, Mary.
l miss you so much, Mary.
l miss you ...
Mary ... Help me, Mummy!
Good morning. Good morning.
How quiet it is.
For those who do not wish to hear, it is quiet.
Oh, excuse me, l thought Stig was here.
Would you tell him that our explanation for the missing report
did not go down too well with the CMO.
There will be a disciplinary tribunal now.
Break it to him gently, Rigmor. You know what he磗 like.
Of course, l could talk to him myself tonight.
Sorry to butt in.
You don磘 want anything else to eat ... ?
Some more food? Yes, please.
The sleep process? Super. l had a dream.
Pleasant or unpleasant.
Pleasant.
What the subject remembers.
lt wasn磘 nice to start with. But that changed.
A woman fondled me.
lt was lovely.
She knelt astride me ... Let磗 stick to the questionnaire.
Doesn磘 it ask about the dream?
She straddled me, very lightly dressed.
She was sexually excited. Very excited.
She was in black lingerie. Firmly, she seized my ...
Hasn磘 your film started?
Mogge ...
That silly business with the head ... Have you sorted it out?
Of course.
Good. l磎 so pleased.
You don磘 want anything like that dangling over you.
How is it going? Fine, thanks.
l磛e discovered a few things about Mary.
l meant your treatment.
Oh, that? lt磗 ground to a halt.
They should take more care of their patients.
Mind you, it means more time for Mary.
l have found out that she keeps repeating her last dreadful day.
She was admitted by Dr. Aage Krger, who was her father
and wanted to kill her to conceal the fact
that he had a child out of wedlock. lt sounds dramatic, but that磗 life.
She was locked away in a room in the former buildings
where lift 7 is located today.
While she was undergoing those painful chlorine inhalations
that Dr. Krger claimed would cure the tuberculosis
she didn磘 even have
she ran away across the Common. Aage Krger caught up with her
in an ambulance wagon, dragged her back to hospital
and gave her the final, fatal dose of chlorine.
Do you see now?
No, of course not, you don磘 understand anything.
But we must act now. Mary must join her mother.
This evening.
Dear boy, always good for an edifying comment ...
Mary must be exorcised. There must be three of us.
Maybe we should ask a doctor to join us.
Things may get violent.
l磎 busy. Run along, then.
Let me deal with everything as usual.
But don磘 forget! We exorcise tonight!
Where磗 the man from Haiti? Who looks after the rats?
He hasn磘 shown up. Can l help?
No, l磍l deal with it.
l may be the only person who can save her.
Ghosts really want to be laid, but something is stopping them.
l sensed last time we talked that you had a flair
for this kind of thing.
She is a sweet little girl and you would be doing her a great favour.
l have a photo of her.
Who磗 the man? Her father. He killed her.
What was his name? Dr. Krger.
What else? Aage.
Aage? Yes, Aage.
lf you want to help us, meet us at lift lobby 5
in the basement, just before 2 a.m.
They磖e flying down a liver from Finland.
lt磗 a bit frayed round the edges, but keep your pecker up, Bondo!
He磗 asleep.
l磀 prefer not to operate here.
l think Moesgaard should do his bit.
He磗 got an excellent operating theatre.
We磍l book Bondo in there under a pseudonym.
Moesgaard won磘 be pleased. Well, we won磘 tell him, then.
One name磗 as good as another.
We磍l book him in as A. Seltzer.
Seeing as it磗 a liver operation.
Hello.
l know why you磛e come. But my baby is just fine.
But it磗 grown to 4 kg in 12 weeks!
There is nothing wrong with my baby.
You磛e worked on amniotic fluid samples.
All it takes is a tiny twist to a chromosome
and people choose to terminate. You don磘 object to that.
And it磗 still not too late.
You磖e taking an enormous chance.
l probably mixed up the dates.
No, you didn磘. 3 months ago you weren磘 pregnant.
You were scanned for the students and there磗 a print of your scan.
There磗 something very wrong. Even if you don磘 believe in ghosts.
l know a gynaecologist who磍l do it. She磗 seen the print.
She磍l take responsibility, despite the size of the foetus.
We can do it on our own ward, to maintain discretion.
l磛e a photo of the little girl who磗 been haunting the hospital.
Her father磗 standing beside her. He killed her with chlorine in 1919.
Thanks for lending me your pictures of Aage.
Please leave me.
ls he kicking?
l know you love him.
But he mustn磘 be allowed to live. lt磗 best for him to die now.
lf he doesn磘, he will never find peace.
l wish him only well, for he is my baby brother.
Goodbye.
Yes?
Hello ... l磀 like to see the chaplain.
Well, that磗 me. As long as it磗 nothing to do with any illness ...
Pardon? Just my little joke. A seat?
Since we are colleagues,
l磀 like to ask you a technical question.
Colleagues? lt involves souls.
l磀 like to ask you how one exorcises a ghost.
Ask back on the psychiatric ward, where you磛e obviously come from.
ln the olden days it was the priest磗 job to provide such information.
And you expect me to drag some dusty tome from a shelf
because folklore happens to be a hobby of mine?
Something like that.
Page 185 et seq. Thank you.
You need several exorcising sticks.
l磎 afraid l don磘 happen to stock them.
Oh! So l hit it after all.
l didn磘 know we had rats. We didn磘, till l let them out.
They磖e laboratory rats. They might be carrying something.
Don磘 worry, they won磘 get far.
Actually, l磎 after quite a different rat.
ln a few minutes we will be landing at Port au Prince ...
Wake up! l磎 afraid the kitchen is closed ... we磛e got work to do.
Stop hitting me, man!
Yesterday morning was a strange morning.
This evening will be a spooky evening.
Will there be sorrow? There will be sorrow.
But also joy. There will also be joy.
Who will laugh, and who will cry?
The wicked will laugh, the good will cry ...
Excuse me, but l have a matter to wind up.
Oh, hell. Can磘 we talk about it?
No we bloody well can磘. l磛e got an exorcism and an operation ...
Another time, Mogge.
l must be nuts.
They磖e here!
The DG and the Minister are on their way!
Moesgaard? Where the hell is he?
He doesn磘 seem to be here.
Now, Helmer, now! He磗 been called away.
To Odense. Or Hamburg. Are you there, Moesgaard?
Are you under that desk?
We are waiting, Moesgaard.
Hello, Minister, hello, DG.
What were you doing? The drawer got stuck.
There are no drawers in our new desks.
No wonder l couldn磘 open it. Now, gentlemen ...
Operation Morning Breeze!
l was saying such nice things about you, Moesgaard ...
... but this visit has got off to a rotten start.
Don磘 come down hard on him.
After all, we expect to see something unusual.
The Minister of Health wants to catch your staff unawares.
We磀 like to see anywhere remotely connected to neurosurgery.
The Minister wants to start in the basement.
The basement isn磘 connected to neurosurgey ...
You won磘 meet any of my people down there.
Just start in the basement if that磗 what the Minister wants.
To him, the basement represents something mysterious,
with its 30 km of passageways.
Be cooperative. l磎 getting tired of you,
Moesgaard.
Where the hell is Helmer?
l thought he was here. This is the very blazes!
By the bloodstain is where l asked Bulder to make the hole.
This is where she died, and where she must be sent into the light.
But we must show no fear. We磍l herd her into the hole
with our sticks, and then brick up the hole.
Where are the sticks l told you to bring?
l don磘 know if these will do ...
What do you call these?
Well, l did quite a bit of sports.
lf that磗 what mattered, we磀 be chasing Mary
with a bottle opener.
Still, these are all we磛e got. One each.
And don磘 forget the words.
Hook, over there.
Bulder, in there. Behind the pillar.
Hook, step out!
We have come to lay you to rest, Mary.
l am frightened. Why are you doing this?
Don磘 talk to her. Say the words. Bulder?
l, Bulder Hardy Drusse, testify before God
that Aage Krger killed Mary Jensen.
l, J鴕gen Hook, testify before God
that Aage Krger killed Mary Jensen.
l, Sigrid Drusse, testify before God
that Aage Krger killed Mary Jensen.
l, Bulder Hardy Drusse, testify before God
that Aage Krger killed Mary Jensen.
l, J鴕gen Hook testify before God ...
Go in peace!
She磗 inside. Brick up the hole!
l磀 quite forgotten the dog.
What磗 going on?
Yuck! How revolting!
Oh, l just got covered in slime. Ectoplasm, l suppose.
They磖e just testing the emergency power supply.
Let磗 head for the lift.
lt磗 that way.
Hello, Moesgaard.
A bricklayer you know, Moesgaard?
No, my junior registrar.
Operation Morning Breeze and intramural activities, am l right?
Something like that.
This patient is wet. Where do you belong?
Neurosurgery.
Quite a few of your people seem to have come to the basement.
How long has she been here and what is wrong with her?
Mrs. Drusse has been here three weeks or so ...
What磗 wrong with her, Hook?
We磖e not sure yet. Paralysis of the right arm.
We磖e not getting anywhere.
Let磗 proceed.
Discharge that patient first thing in the morning, there磗 a good chap.
Get on with it!
How?
How? Like we do in Sweden. Bribe someone!
lf anyone betrays voodoo secrets they get killed.
Bribing these guys is dangerous.
Try that one. He looks a bit more dubious.
Right, Bondo .. Mr. Seltzer, l mean. Wake up a second.
You磍l be getting a new liver in a moment.
You磛e found a liver? A fine, fine liver. Look!
l was dreaming ...
... that l was at a major medical conference ...
... and revealed the world磗 largest hepatoma ...
... in a jar. l got a standing ovation ...
Can磘 l wait another week?
Another liver is bound to turn up, and my hepatoma will have grown.
Put him under!
This is Operating Theatre 1 . What is going on here?
That磗 a good question.
We磖e preparing Mr. Seltzer for a new liver.
When did you start doing transplants at neurosurgery?
Can one address the patient? Or is he under anaesthetic?
He磗 had his premed, but he may be able to talk.
Excuse me, Mr. Seltzer ...
Cooee ...
How are you? Very well, thank you.
So you also feel that communication between patient
and the monstrosity we call medical science has improved here?
l expect you want your operation out of the way?
They mustn磘 operate.
What do you mean? You don磘 want the operation?
No. As l just told them.
l insist that the patient consent first.
Of course, there must have been a mixup. Wheel Bondo out.
Why did he say Bondo when his name is Seltzer?
lt is huge. You realise?
l am so frightened.
You are doing the right thing.
This is our examination room.
Nothing to look at here.
Neurosurgery is certainly wideranging ...
l磎 going to inject the foetus. When it is dead
we磍l induce labour. The foetus is so big, you see.
A hefty dose. We can磘 take any chances.
Don磘 worry, this is twice the normal dose.
A little prick ...
Sleep well!
This is the sleep laboratory.
Our research results are among the finest in Europe.
We must be as quiet as mice so as not to disturb the sleepers.
l think l磍l be off, we磛e seen enough.
l磍l find my own way out. l磍l be in touch.
What kind of research was that? l don磘 know.
What do you know?
Morning Breeze, ha! A draught, more like!
Let磗 hope it doesn磘 blow you away.
Moesgaard ...
lt took a while, but l got it.
Moesgaard.
Come and get it, Danish scum!
Can you feel it moving? lt磗 quite still.
lt磗 dead. l磛e given it three shots, enough for an elephant.
Now to induce ...
We did it by the book.
We磛e done a great favour for Mary and the Kingdom.
How long did it take to brick the hole up after she磀 gone in?
Er ... not very long.
But the lights went out. A couple of minutes?
l expect it磗 perfectly all right ...
What磗 happening? l磍l give her another one.
Hurry!
Hurry, she磀 giving birth!
l can kill it in the uterus, but outside ... it磗 murder!
Maybe the hole was open too long.
Yes, the gateway to the Kingdom is certainly opening.
Mary has gone home, Judith has had her baby,
plans have been carried out and conclusions reached.
Yet it seems more like a new beginning than an end.
Maybe this troubles you.
Maybe what we磛e shown you troubles you.
Don磘 be afraid. Keep your eyes and ears open
and all we can do is try to scare you with stage blood.
lt磗 only when you avert your face that we磛e got you.
Behind closed eyes is where the real horror begins.
One simple, practical problem remains.
How are we going to proceed with these people, these intrigues?
How is the history of the Kingdom to be continued? Everything points
to the same simple solution: we磍l use our heads.
My name is Lars von Trier and l wish you all a very good evening.
lf you want to see us at the Kingdom again, stay prepared
to take the Good with the Evil!
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