In a Better World (Hævnen / Revenge) (Hævnen)

Hi! Hi! Hi!

Does it hurt? Okay.

- Name? - Kevin Abdela.

Kevin Abdela. Good, Mary. You'll be fine.

So, fine. She has to keep it on for four weeks.

Even when the pain stops, she has to keep it on.

Let's wrap it up in ten minutes, folks, please! Ten minutes, thank you!

- Najeeb? - Yeah?

- We take two more, each. - Two? - Ok, we can have four more.

She will have to give her something for the fever.

Three times a day.

Come back here...

Najeeb, stretcher please! Prepare to operate!

Easy, easy. Come, come, come.

Tie me on the back. I need help here.

She can make it. Check her pulse. She can make it.

I need some light.

- Patient asleep? - Yes, doctor.

Swabs.

Take the swab.

Clamp. What's the pulse?

Pulse at 78. Stable.

Okay. Hold tight.

Clamp. Looks stable now.

I didn't think she'd make it. I've seen that type of injury before.

It's the work of a local villain. Big Man.

He takes bets with his boys -

as to what sex the child will be. Then he cuts the girls open to see.

"And Death gave back these treasures for a song.

The nightingale sang on.

It sang of the quiet churchyard, where white roses grow -

where the elderflowers make the air sweet, -

- and where the grass is always green, wet with the tears of those, who are still alive.

Death longed for his garden.

Out through the windows drifted a cold gray mist as Death departed..

'Thank you, thank you' the emperor said.

'Little bird from Heaven, I know you of old.

I banished you once from my land -

and yet you have sung away the evil faces from my bed, -

and Death from my heart. How can I repay you?'

'You have already rewarded me,' said the nightingale.

'I brought tears to your eyes, when first I sang for you.

To the heart of a singer, those are more precious than any precious stone.

But sleep now, and grow fresh and strong while I sing.'

He sang until the emperor fell into a sound, refreshing sleep, -

a sweet and soothing slumber."

She used to read it to me before I'd go to sleep.

- I think it's good, that he did it. - So do I.

Hey, Hanna. This is my mother. This is Hanna.

- You're the one they'll be staying with? - Yes.

I think Christian is looking forward to getting back home, right?

It's so hard to believe she's gone.

Christian?

I just want to tell you, that you did really well.

I'm really proud of you. Mom would have been too.

You don't have to say something all the time, dad.

We can talk, can't we?

You don't have to on my account.

- Are you ready? - Coming.

- Good morning, Mohammed. - Good morning, sir.

Ok, let's go.

Hello.

Hello, my darling.

- Welcome. - Hi, mom.

Here's so much space. Lots of peace and quiet. I won't bother you.

Internet has been installed for you, and you can choose which room you want.

- This is the smallest room. - It's fine.

- You don't have to decide now. - Can I choose myself or can't I?

Of course, but your desk and your bed won't fit in here.

But you decide.

Your call.

The view is great.

You'll get it.

What's up, ratboy?

- Got air in your tyres? - Lost your bottom jaw?

- Excited? - Yes.

- Want me to come with you? - No. Of course not.

- Take care. - Yep.

- See you. - Crawl between our legs, rat.

- Go home and eat some cheese. - Aren't you a rat?

- Is there a problem? - Walking fountain.

- Damn swede. - Mutant! Damn you're ugly!

Fucking rat!

Please sit down and try to be quiet.

Sit down! Whose is this?

This is Christian. Be quiet.

Christian lived in lots of countries and has just moved here from London.

- Does he speak danish? - Of course he does, Trine.

Well, I'll just mark your birthday on the calendar.

- When's your birthday? - July 7th.

The same as Elias. That's quite funny.

That's quite funny. Be quiet.

You can sit next to Elias then.

- Stop it! - Poor you!

Then we can talk about London during form time. That'll be fun.

Now please get out your history books.

I don't wanna fight you.

No!

- Want to borrow my bicycle pump? - No thanks. It's alright.

The took the valves too. They always do that.

- I'll just walk. It's okay. - Why not take some from the other bikes?

- Then he'll have to walk. - Then today is his turn.

- Here. - Thanks.

Letting other peoples' tyres down? And who the hell are you?

I'm Christian.

Christian? What are you doing with ratboy?

- Ratboy? - Yeah, he's got the teeth of a rat.

I don't go around looking in other peoples' mouths.

You're supposed to catch it.

And you'll just walk home, ratboy.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

- Want me to help you? - No, I'm ok.

- You sure? - Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

That one was really stuck in there. How many did you eat?

Hi sweetheart.

- How was your day? - It was alright.

- Look at me? Are you sure? - Yes.

- Sure? - Yes.

If you lie to me, I'll eat you up!

Me too!

Leave me alone! Just leave me alone.

Elias...

I hate you.

- Aren't you sleeping? - No, I had to finish my game.

- Is that blood on your shirt? - We were playing soccer.

- Did someone punch you? - No. It was an accident.

Won't you come down to the kitchen and keep me company?

- That'd be nice. - I'll be right there.

- Hi dad! - Hi sweetheart.

- It's so good to see you. - You too. I missed you.

- How are you? - How was your trip?

Long. But alright.

Hi..

Hi.

Morten made you a present, in case you were hungry.

- Did you get a haircut? - No.

It was good hearing from you, Elias.

But now we'd like to talk to your parents alone, if that's okay?

- What do you say? - Let's be reasonable.

Elias isolates himself a lot. We have to relate to that.

His tyres are let down every day. The other kids call him ratboy.

It's not Sofus who lets his tyres down.

Made not him personally, but he has his own little mafia.

He's behind it.

We shouldn't give Sofus too much credit...

Other pupils' tyres are let down too.

We are of course aware of that.

It's not an easy situation for Elias...

With you, Anton, who travels a lot.

It must be hard for Elias, that his father is away so often.

And if there are other problems between you...

- What problems are those? - Your separation, Marianne.

Let me tell you something.

Don't you interfere with our personal life.

That has nothing to do with anything!

No, stop. I'm shocked that we have to listen to this.

We'll end up having to move Elias to another school, because Sofus is a...

...sadistic little psychopath!

If we could try -

to be a little constructive, what do you suggest?

Maybe you should try buying some flowers for mom?

Or some chocolate.

- You're even uglier up close. - Fuck off!

Shut up. You're from Sweden.

- Kiss my shoe if you want to pass. - What's up, loser?

You're so gross.

What's up, Elias? You know, yesterday? If anyone asks...

- I won't tell. - Nothing happened to him.

Just keep your mouth shut.

If you talk, you're dead.

- Never touch me again! - I won't do anything.

Not me or anyone else.

I don't give a fuck if you die. Do you understand?

Hide the knife. You'll be expelled.

We changed your medication. You might get a little confused.

Did you eat anything yesterday?

It ate it all. Pork roast. It was delicious.

- Then you are getting really confused, huh? - Marianne?

They have called twice from Elias' school. You have to call them back.

- You forgot to turn on your cellphone. - I don't have it on me.

- You're lying, Elias. Why are you lying? - I'm not lying.

Christian admitted that he had a knife.

He hit him several times in the head with a bicycle pump.

I only saw them hitting each other. There was no knife.

Listen to me. Elias just told us that you had a knife.

- I didn't have a knife. - Okay.

If everyone is lying, then you tell me the truth.

He hit me. Then I hit him.

- You hit him with a bicycle pump? - I had to.

He's much bigger than me. He was going to beat me up.

Elias, this is serious.

He might go blind on one eye.

Then he should leave people alone.

Hi.

- Hi, Marianne. - Where is Elias?

- They are talking to the police. - What happened?

It was a vicious assault. Apparently there was a knife involved.

- That can't be right. - That doesn't sound like Christian.