The Kingdom (Riget) - Third Season

Ventricular fibrillation. Prepare adrenaline.

One, two, three...

...seven, eight...

We have a sinus rhythm on the ECG.

Harrington scissors. Suction. I can't see anything.

Turn up the suction.

You are aware that you've been waiting two hours for Pontopidan?

I need to get to him before he locks all his locks.

I have to be here when he arrives.

The treatment...

he has subjected me to at this hospital,

he will have to answer to that.

Well, it's not solely the fault of Dr Pontopidan

that we have all those traditions and the court-martial.

My ass is his responsibility.

He's the bloody managing director.

I think he's an idiot.

Nothing new there.

SLICED CARROTS

Where the fuck are my peas?

-He's here. -Yes.

He's been in there all night.

Mrs. Svendsen, I explicitly asked for peas,

medium-sized. For my neck.

I don't know if it's written anywhere

that I'm obliged to do private shopping

for a managing physician.

No, I'm sorry. That is of course not written anywhere.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Every time Christmas is near It starts freezing in Skåne

Snow covers every herb and shrub And that's where they'll stay

Molak, molak, mak mak mak Snow covers every...

Now the old idiot is bloody singing.

Molak, molak, mak mak mak...

"Molak, molak"? What is that?

Every time Christmas is near It starts freezing in Skåne

Thank you. It's always the same.

Always the same mockery of Sweden. It has to stop.

By the way, the cleaning guy... Dr. Andersen. Has he arrived yet?

-No, he hasn't. -I just remember

that I have another meeting now.

I have to go...

Hi, brother.

The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland

where the bleaching ponds once lay.

Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth

in the shallow water preparing for bleaching.

The steam from the wet cloth shrouded the place in permanent fog.

Later the hospital was built here.

The bleachers gave way to doctors and researchers,

the nation's brightest 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 should never again shake science.

Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced,

as well as 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 buildings.

No living person knows it yet,

but the gateway to The Kingdom is opening once again.

THE KINGDOM

PART 12 BARBAROSSA

-Sausage with mash. -Sausage with mash. Welcome.

-What are you doing in the lodge? -I'm an alternate.

They don't know that I'm Swedish.

I'm spying on them and reporting back to you.

Did you really have to kick that hard?

Otherwise they would have been suspicious.

Why the hell are you always holding up your pants?

They didn't have any my size.

"I must learn from the Dane where the hostility comes from."

There is nothing else to learn, nothing else to understand.

I understand everything. Now we must stick together.

I had a vision.

Now it's time for SA... to gather... and fight.

23.00 is the time.

What's the name of our mission, our fight?

-"Barbarossa"? -Barbarossa! Yes?

I'm sure the professor already knows

that there's been another Operation Barbarossa before.

Namely the German expansion in the East during World War II.

A campaign that cost four million lives.

The words might not be mine,

and they might be a bit politically tarnished,

but our homeland did, as far as I know,

not have any enemies during World War II. None.

The word holds the zest we need.

-Barbarossa. -Barbarossa.

-Barbarossa. -Barbarossa.

They're very noisy today, those Swedes.

Better than them being quiet.

The dog that barks will not bite.

When will the help arrive?

At the last minute, as always.

Why aren't you happy, Karen?

Everything went well.

-But I need... -A sign. Everybody needs a sign.

SA has worked very hard

against the Swedish abuse by the sewer Denmark.

But it's time to realise that the wine-press is full.

It's time to realise that we cannot grovel anymore.

Now we must stand up tall.

-Has the time come? -Yes!

-Do you want Barbarossa? -Yes!

-Do you want war? -Yes!

-What time is it? -10.30.

Jesus, I have a meeting. I won't be long.

We'll make the strategy for Barbarossa after lunch.

This is the ward where they shot the second season.

It wasn't as good as the first one, we know that.

Why are you following me?

It's uncomfortable.

Please stop it.

What's going on?

...Denmark's most famous elevator, the real elevator,

where Mary manifested for the first time in episode 1.

Really?

"Peace reign over country and town all over The Kingdom."

"Peace reign all over The Kingdom."

"You have all made a magnificent effort

for exactly peace and understanding in this Tower of Babel."

"I also send my regards to Greenland and the Faeroe Islands."

Well, my little Primus. You found something to chew on.

And why not send my regards to the animals?

The small and harmless, who also benefit from this hospital.

Why? Why? Why not?

Now we're in the neurosurgical ward on the 9th floor.

The heart of the series. It was on this floor that we...

Follow me to the most secret place of all.

This is Lars von Trier's own private room.

Wasn't dad going home?

There's one thing to do first.

I've got you, you little rat! Now the fists will talk!

The door will be securely locked until my speech is finished.

Rake lightly the field, it will yield.

Then hurry up, dammit!

He heard us. It's your fault. You were noisy.

Hi-ya! Hi-ya!

What...

I'll be damned!

"Little long-toothed lout..."

"The lice lying low live a long life."

"Long live life."

"Live life long!" A speech with L.

"The L-speech."

"Life... Life is loud."

Life... Life is loud.

"Let life be loud."

"The lemur lives life..."

"Live life! Lamb's liver with lettuce."

Hi-ya?

Hi-ya!

That's disgusting!

-Rapist. Sexist bastard. -Are you okay, Anna?

That's fucking not okay. Let us know if we can help.

Cheer up.

So many gifts accrue to us that we didn't ask for.

Are the birds in the sky your friends...

19.

Next. I asked her to wait outside

so we might reach a quick agreement on this madness.

-What madness? -A little cup of Swedish coffee?

-No. -I'm quite busy,

but hopefully we can handle this internally.

Internally? No, I have a bad experience with internally.

I've just received an e-mail from a Swedish guide,

who show people around the hospital.

He attached around 100 photos that have already gone viral.

-They've gone what? -The whole world can see the photos.

"Rape at The Kingdom."

"See all the pictures here."

She claims that I raped her?

Let's say that, unfortunately, she has implied it.

-Why did she do that? -Because I recommended it.

She was extraordinarily violated after your penetration.

Penetration? She jumped on me,

while she rambled on about a snake on the floor.

She jumped on me! That is a lie.

Well, that's what you claim.

Wait here.

Come here.

-What the fuck are you doing? -My client feels violated. Right?

As the press release so poetically says:

"My client would never voluntarily

end up in your gross, sexual embrace."

Your lewdness is radiating from every single photo.

Why do I feel that you are a bit more her lawyer than mine?

Perhaps my sympathy is affected in this clear case.

You feel violated, right?

-Yes, I feel violated. -And it's started.

By whom? Not me, dammit.

-Yes. -No.

-No. -Not you?

-Yes. -No!

I sense a certain disagreement, and that's typical rape.

In order not to rush into taking sides with one or the other

my advice to you has to be:

Pay.

All that to avoid talking about a snake... that wasn't there.

I will say it again. She jumped on me.