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THE DAY OF MIKKEL'S DISAPPEARANCE

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can...

SCHOOL ID - MADS NIELSEN

Tronte!

I...

It's me, Peter.

I...

There's something here you should see.

It's to do with your son.

No, not Ulrich.

Mads.

How...

That's impossible.

That's impossible.

He was just there all of a sudden.

Mads.

Mads.

Someone's coming.

Tronte.

Claudia?

Peter.

There's a lot I have to explain.

But first we need to take Mads to the place where he is to be found.

We don't have much time left.

ALPHA AND OMEGA

I'm sorry.

I really fucked up.

Since Mikkel disappeared...

I don't recognize myself anymore.

It doesn't matter, okay?

Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

You know how he is.

He usually comes back after a few hours.

He's never been gone this long.

Was my colleague Ulrich Nielsen here again?

No. Not that I'm aware of, anyway.

Only on Saturday, when he lashed out at Mr. Doppler.

As if your father-in-law had something to do with the case.

Did you know?

Did I know what?

The boy from the future.

You knew.

This is for you.

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- That's impossible. - What?

I burned it.

How long have you known?

I've always known, really.

When your father came to me,

he was a disturbed little boy.

I just thought he had an overactive imagination.

That something bad must have happened to him,

something he couldn't bear.

He told me...

he came from the future.

I didn't believe him.

If you knew...

why didn't you stop it?

I didn't know that he would take his own life.

But you could have saved Mikkel!

Now I have another grandma and she's the principal of my school!

Her husband, who's fucking my mom,

is looking for his son, who's my father!

A few days ago I kissed my aunt.

And the crazy thing is...

there's nothing wrong with any of them.

They're okay.

I'm what's wrong.

I think things...

no matter how abnormal

or strange they seem to us,

happen for a reason.

Who are we to play God?

What's past is past.

But you...

live in the here and now.

Who knows what the future will bring.

I just want everything to go back to normal.

As a kid, all that Houdini dreamed of was becoming a magician.

Do you have the same dream?

Yes.

But the magic I want to do is impossible.

Which is what?

I just want to finally wake up.

Have you heard of Master Zhuang's paradox?

I dreamt I was a butterfly.

Now I've woken up and no longer know if I'm a person

who dreamed he's a butterfly,

or if I'm a butterfly who's dreaming

it's a person.

What are you?

A person or a butterfly?

Maybe I'm both.

My name is Egon Tiedemann.

Maybe we can just start with you telling me your name.

Tiedemann?

Egon, yes...

Of course.

- Are you a Satanist? - A Satanist?

No, I'm a cop.

A cop?

It's a song from the 80s.

I can tell you now, you won't like it.

Look into the camera.

Why did you kill the children?

I didn't kill the children. I tried to save them.

What did you do to Helge?

He's still alive.

He must be. Or the children wouldn't be dead.

Where is Helge now?

- Where is he? - I can change it all.

I can change everything that's going to happen,

but you have to let me go.

- Look into the camera. - Please!

Look into the camera!

You know what we do with child murderers here?

You stupid asshole.

You're just as small-minded as everyone else in this shitty town.

Let me go!

Are you already drinking, or will you start after your wife leaves you,

and you realize how pathetic and pitiful you are?

Let me go! Let me go!

Leave me! Let me out!

I need to get to my son. I have to find my son!

I waited for you.

On Thursday.

- Yes, fuck... - What do you mean "fuck"?

I didn't tell anyone you were in the nuthouse.

I lied for you.

France, baguettes...

Blah, blah, blah...

Turns out you lie pretty well yourself.

You don't even need me.

Martha told me everything.

- It just happened. I really didn't... - What didn't you want?

To blow me off?

To lie to me?

To make out with my girlfriend?

You're a sick piece of shit!

Just like your dad.

What are you doing?

Have you lost it?

Don't ever come back here!

Get the hell out of here!

You repaired it.

That one's yours.

And this one's mine.

I built it many years ago.

It's the same device,

but in a different condition.

You see.

It's as if

one could look at the beginning and end of something at the same time.

Wait a moment.

This thing here

it sends a kind of signal.

An electromagnetic impulse.

As if it were trying to communicate with something.

And look at this.

This part has never moved.

It was included in the blueprint, but I never knew what it was for.

This thing communicates with the device.

It's not just the past that influences the future.

The future also influences the past.

You see.

If you hadn't shown me what the device looks like in the future,

I wouldn't have been able to build it.

A paradox.

These openings

didn't exist either.

I have no idea what their purpose is.

What's that?

Cs-137.

A radioactive isotope of Cesium.

The device generates a Higgs field.

It increases the mass of the Cesium,

An electromagnetic impulse causes it

to implode into a black hole.

The same thing must have happened

during the nuclear power plant incident.

Why did you decide to help me after all?

Why?

That's a big word.

Why do we decide for one thing and against another?

But does it matter whether the decision is based upon

the consequence of a series of causal links?

Or whether it stems from an undefined feeling inside me?

That perhaps everything in my life boils down to this one moment.

That I'm part of a puzzle.

One that I can neither understand

nor influence.

Will you tell me...

what the future's like?

I'm hoping that by tomorrow, it'll already be different from today.

Yes?