THE NIGHT WATCH DEMONS INHERIT
Friday 8.45. The hearing begins with...
... Bent Segenius Midjord.
That's a damn strange, Klaksvik-ish name, isn't it, Bent?
Are you Faroese, Bent?
- You are so fucking sick in the head. - Kramer, damn it...
What have you done with the scalp?
- Will you tell me? - It's its.
You say you do everything it says. But whatever it is...
It is the one.
How can the sick person be allowed to wade out from the closed one?
Bent's medication has worked, so he has been out during the day.
He is one of my most peaceful patients.
So, most people go to church to sing hymns.
Not to cut the priest's throat.
Unless he's boring as hell.
I have also experienced priests who needed to have their throats slit.
I understand that. But then, Bent, actually doing it...
So that's your gps?
- What is it? - A card, I think.
The stepping stone up to the church? Did you draw it?
- The. - So it drew it?
So it's a force inside you that tells you what to do?
Now you have to meet someone with a real name.
Now she shows him.
You probably know him from the insane asylum. Commissioner Wormer.
He also scalps women.
- But now he's getting mad at you. - Is it pissed off?
He gets mad at a copycat killer who steals his scalp.
Piss-piss on you, Bent.
(crying)
(latter)
Hello! Doesn't anyone come in here? Hello?
(He is screaming)
(Sort Sol: "Let Your Fingers Do the Walking")
Emma?
Must... absolutely must be cleaned up right now?
Emma?
There are a billion boxes. Should they never be emptied?
- They just stand there. - You don't throw anything out.
Leave it now.
- You must not rummage through mother's things. - Can I have your old walkman?
I have also found mother's old box.
It's an insanely expensive watch that's just sitting here.
What? Can not I...?
Is it the obituary?
Try listening... I told you to leave that shit alone.
Dad, who do I really look like the most? You or mom?
You probably have the best of both of us. 95% of mom and 5% of me.
You know they say suicide can be hereditary, right?
That's the 5 percent you're missing from your mother.
Sheep? Sheep! Have you ever thought about meeting someone else?
It's sick, so...
Many people live under the naive delusion that studying medicine -
- to work with people.
Later, you find out how difficult patients are.
Fortunately, there are those who never complain.
Male, 52 years old, upper class, well-kept, good genes.
Gentofte, Gyldendal, red wine.
No symptoms, and yet then... Snap!
Which tells us that Our Lord has always hidden a special punchline…
- Okay. Was it really that much fun? - No, it was just a bad joke.
It is otherwise the perfect place for standup.
- No, sorry. - No, Frederik. The word is yours.
Get up. So let's hear.
It's just an old joke about this doctor, -
- who must teach autopsy.
And there are two things that are important to learn.
Point one is that corpses are not disgusting.
So the doctor sticks his finger up the corpse's ass and sucks on it.
Then he asks the students to do the same.
So they stick their finger up the corpse's ass.
And everyone vomits. To what the doctor says: "Well, try to hear, -
- that was point one. Point two, which you should learn, is attention.
It was this one that I stuck up, but it was the index finger that I sucked on."
No, no, come down here. Come on, Frederik. Came.
Come over here. How attentive were you, Frederik?
Shall I take your finger in my mouth?
"Courage, courage...", Frederik...
"... raises the blood of life to crimson splendour."
Do it now, Frederik!
Do it now!
There were notes of gooseberry, a bit of licorice I think...
So what? What was it?
- You should sit up. - No, what was it?
Do you have five seconds?
And.
I saw the notice that a new night shift is being sought at Forensic Medicine.
- I think it said Emergency Service. - Yes.
You give it to students quite often, don't you?
- It's very lonely. - It suits me fine.
Am I a very old boomer if I say, -
- that men are better suited for this kind of work?
Now I feel violated.
Alone at night with a lot of dead people.
One should not have too vivid an imagination.
- I have no imagination or money. - Okay then...
I say you come. Then you can try it out.
So.
The finger.
- Was it that finger? - None of them, of course.
You don't insult a corpse.
Hello.
How did you get in?
- The door was open. - No.
- Yeah. - No.
- Yes, because I just went in. - No.
- Who are you? - Emma. The new emergency room.
Berthelsen said I should meet at eight.
Well... Then we'd better go for a spin.
You must always have this on you.
They turn off the lights at 23 to save.
You can't suddenly be in the dark without this one.
We take the elevator to hell. Sometimes they come up from down there.
Then the red light flashes.
Yeah, it's starting to stink down here.
But normally it's not here either, you are.
But now we're just watching for fun.
The one that dies, that's some fucked up shit that's down there.
You don't go down there unless you want to have a cardiac arrest.
Then we'd better take a look up here in the autopsy.
Sometimes there are leftovers.
- Wasn't there something with a psy...? - You can feel it, can't you?
The atmosphere. An evil mood, right?
Like Chernobyl. If you stay here too long, you rot from the inside.
Wasn't there something about a psychopath and a night watchman here years ago?
- A night watchman and his girlfriend. - Where did you hear that?
What?
I saw some articles.
Something about a commissioner who was a psychopath.
Yes, you can call him that. He scalped his victims.
- Fucked them afterwards. - You mean that he...?
They didn't write anything about that. Fucked, sick, crazy, perverted shit.
- And what about the night shift? - The idiot had his girlfriend with him.
The psychopath gagged them.
The one who dies actually leads to the old autopsy room.
That's where it all happened. You don't use that anymore.
The old night watchman said it was haunted.
If you go in there, you can hear the bitch scream.
But he was also sick in the head.
Wasn't it a friend who killed the commissioner?
- Killed? - Yes, who shot him.
Why do you think Wörmer is dead? He just fell into a coma.
I thought he died.
Obviously more was needed.
- Where is he now? - He's probably sitting in a hole somewhere.
- Where? - St. His.
Isn't that where they rot?
When you meet, you can use this to enter with.
- Tak. - HI!
- What is that? - What?
- What is that? - These are headphones.
Are you going to use them in here?
- Yes... - Then you can't hear anything.
- Hear what? - Yes, if there is anything.
Are you fucking serious? Being a daycare mom to a bunch of corpses.
You're going to reek of death.
Undertakers wash themselves with lemons to get rid of the stench.
Like at McDonald's with the dead meat.
After all , many undertakers have started at McDonald's.
- Where do you know the stench from? - That's what they say.
- They? - Yes, "they" from the De institute.
When they say something, you know it's true.
They say it's going to rain on Friday. They say you get cancer.
They say a new ice age is coming. They say the poles are melting.
Strange how the poles can melt at the same time as a new ice age.
- You think too much. - Because I have a brain tumor.
God, you're starting to hang on the left side too. I can see that now.
It hangs completely... You need to get that checked.
- You must not lie to me. Shit. - Fuck, yes.
If I jumped in front of a train, would you feel sorry for me?
I would feel sorry for those who are late for work.
Not even if I was cut in the middle and became multi-handicapped?
- It would look pretty funny. - Yes, the mega-grinner.
Me in a Stephen Hawking wheelchair and I'm talking with my little finger.
- Then I would chop it off. - Then I sewed it on again.
You are so strange, Sofus. Why are you so in love with me?
- I guess I never said that. - You have a strange taste.
So there are two of us who are weird.
- What if I'm not a woman? - But I think you are.
- What if I don't have genitals? - Everyone has genitalia.
What if my body looks like Google Maps?
- And my cunt is Hanstholm? - Damn it, Maria.
Shouldn't we daff on?
I can not. I have to go home to my father.
You must not disappoint your parents.
Then you get a bad conscience when they die.
So, my emails to me: "Dear Maria. You will regret not loving us."
- Don't you love them? - They make ceramics on Funen.
Far?
- Weren't you supposed to cook? - It's in the oven.
- It's not on. - What? Yes Yes.
- No. - Ah, hell.
- A busy day? - Yes.
- I was at my mother's cottage. - What?
I was in the cottage. Then Sten called from my old job.
It's amazing they don't get it. Now they want me on the board.
So, I'm not going to... You die in that hamster wheel.
Did I ever tell you about Jacob, who I studied law with?
- He died three times. - You have said that 6000 times.
He said it was such a nice feeling.
How many pills have you taken?
Every time they used the defibrillator and he woke up in the Lagkagehouse…
- Then he was so disappointed. - Do you know I exist?
Maybe you should make such a heart stopper, -
- so you can get from here without wasting an S-train to...
Can you hear me? How many pills have you taken today?
Pills? Pills? Why the hell are you talking about pills? Pills, pills!
- Why can't we ever talk? - We'll talk together then.
- We never talk. - We'll do that then.
Do you want to talk about why you come home so late after I've cooked?
You didn't even fucking turn on the oven, dad.
Am I in trouble?
No. You are healthy and fit. Of course you don't mind.
There are some evenings when I don't come home.
Well okay.
- Yes. I got a night job. - Night work? Why?
- I need money. - So, I can get some money.
We don't have a penny. You are powerless not even on assistance.
You get cancer from night work. It has been proven.
What kind of night job is that?
It's your old one. Night shift at Forensic Medicine.
Is there something we need to talk about?
I thought so.
(she listens to pop music)
(rustling sound)
(pop music)
(the pop music stops abruptly, the exhaust makes noise)
(scream in the distance)
Help!
(the screams get louder)
Help!
Martin! Help!
Martin! Martin!
Martin!
Help!
(door knocker)
(more door knocking)
What do you want? Sex or croissants?
Can I have both?
- Hold on. - What?
- Is there consent? - What the hell are you talking about?
It's only the second time.
God damn in fucking hell is there really consent! Idiot!
Shut up, that was good timing, man.
Well, I get so fucking horny when I'm hungover.
Once I stuck my dick in a vacuum cleaner and then I turned it on.
- You are ill, Frederik. - No. You just don't get it.
You don't have a pee man. That's the way it is.
Then you stand there and look like a billion, then it's clear, -
- that I feel like I was born under some lucky star, that is.
- Were you a wish child? - Yes.
Yes, nothing has happened by chance in my family.
- I was a mistake. - No, you weren't a mistake.
What are you talking about?
My mother, she was always so delightfully honest when she was drunk.
Did she drink a lot?
She had paranoia.
She said there was always someone after her.
"It's coming after us."
"Emma, ​​hurry away! It's coming."
I didn't understand what she was talking about.
But I think "it" is Wörmer.
The one from the newspaper clippings that I told you about.
She was only freed when she hanged herself.
Did your mother hang herself?
I found her.
Emma, ​​I'm really, really sorry to hear that.
I want to meet him.
- Who? - "The".
The one who wanted to kill my parents. He sits at St. His.
Emma. Before hell. What the hell did you think you were going to get out of it?
My father won't talk. Maybe he will. It will help him to see him.
Let the victim meet their abuser and all that.
Father and daughter meet the killer? The world's nicest family outing.
No. I go there alone and then I film him.
Can't you hear how it sounds?
- Won't you help me? - No.
So you're only here because I needed to be taken advantage of -
- for your dirty, dirty little role-playing game?
And.
So I'm your prostituted slave girl?
If you do, we'll bang again.
(the phone rings)
It is chief physician Ravnfeldt.
Ravnfeldt? Good day. Senior physician Henrik Berthelsen here at Clinical Pathology.
- Yes, hello, Berthelsen. - Good day.
I am calling regarding one of my senior students.
- Simone... - Simone Smith.
She is one of my best students. And she is writing a PhD. in forensic psychiatry.
She came across this case from 99, from 94, sorry, -
- which deals with the mass murderer, the former police commissioner Wörmer.
And I understand that you cannot immediately get a meeting with Wörmer...
Hello. I have an appointment.
Simone. Simone Smith.
We're making sure all the psychos stay here.
This is the completely open department. Yes, they will be thrown home at the weekend.
But further down we have the really crazy ones. Yes, I call it the submarine.
They never come out again.
Wörmer has a whole department to himself. He hasn't been out in 30 years.
Why doesn't Wörmer sit with the mad?
He is harmless. Why are you so interested in Wörmer?
Everyone else has forgotten him.
It's just a really wild and interesting case.
Sure. There is no light in there.
- He can't stand light. - So what is he doing?
Sitting. He is blind.
(play music)
Can you hear it? He listens to Danish top music like this.
And it's the same thing he listens to over and over again.
He's been listening to it all my time here. It runs in a loop around the clock.
- That's insane, man. - Are you waiting out here?
Do you want me to wait? He is not dangerous.
He wants to go out in the hallway, but he hasn't in my six years.
Call box, if there should be anything.
- "If there should be something"? - Yes.
You just told me he's not dangerous. So what do I do with it?
If now...
So, are you sure you want this?
If you're going to be scared, you might as well be scared of a potato.
And remember, don't turn on the light in there. Then he screams.
- Wasn't he blind? - Yes, but if he feels the light...
Something about it hurting him. Yes, I'm coming now.
My name is Emma.
Do you remember my father, Martin?
And my mother?
Kalinka.
You tried to kill them.
Ever since that day, you've been sitting like a worm in them.
My mother killed herself to escape you.
(Wörmer laments)
Dear father...
Here is Wörmer.
I sought him out to know everything.
From the monster that always pursued you and has always pursued me.
But there are only these sad remains left.
A withered, blind man. Look how scary! Is he worth the trauma?
Is this worth the trauma? This poor human.
Is he worth the trauma?
It ends now.
It ends now, father.
Fuck you! You bastard! Pig!
(door won't open)
What the fuck...?
Hallo!
(she screams)
Hallo!
Abn the fucking die!
Abn!
- What the hell is going on? - Why did not you come?
- It is not locked. - That was it!
- There she is. - What happens?
- Sorry... - What's going on?
You come with me.
- What's your name? - Emma.
The nurse checked. We called Berthelsen.
Do you know we can get you arrested for this? What are you doing?
- I was curious. - So you got curious?
And.
You are full of lies. Now I'm calling the police.
Wörmer tried to kill my mother and father.
Emma?
Emma, ​​damn it. Is that why?
So you're the daughter of the night watchman who...?
I heard they traveled far away.
They never left.
They were just hiding.
- And then you cheated your way in here for...? - For...
To get some answers.
And show my father that there is nothing to be afraid of.
Far?
Yes, my mother, she...
She hanged herself.
That's how she got free.
From Wörmer?
Where?
In our summer house.
You found her?
My father uses it as a mausoleum.
He goes there three times a week and...
... talking to her, I think.
Emma...
You don't just wade in and film a sick man. What are you thinking?
Cognitive therapy is a very complicated form of treatment.
And if you crash into people's deepest traumas, -
- it can be extremely destructive. Both for Wörmer and your father.
- Fuck Wörmer. - Maybe you make it much worse.
Have you thought about the consequences of this?
- My father has to move on. - Yes, but if it was the other way around...
How do you think Wörmer's son feels about you filming his lost father?
After two yuppies committed suicide and shot him.
- Suicide? Yuppies? - Yes, your father and his friend.
Weren't they two upperclassmen law students?
I'm just talking about how he might look at it.
We interpret differently.
- So Wörmer has a son? - Yes.
You want to help your father. I understand that.
But his family was also destroyed.
And it is unfortunately a truth that executioners' children become executioners.
- And victims' children become victims. - Exactly.
I'm not going to inherit my parents' shit.
That's what you do. You sit here now as your father's lawyer. You are your father.
What did you say to him?
I screwed him over.
- You screwed him over? - Also...
- So what? - Then I spat in his face.
We do it like this, you give this to your father.
Crisis therapy is never too late.
Do you want that?
Your father is part of Wörmer's history, so he is included in my curriculum.
- Thanks. - What happened to the one who shot?
- Jens? - Yes. Have you met him?
Yes... No, that's my godfather.
He left my godmother, Lotte, and then he went to Thailand.
- What is she doing? - Priest.
Text me your information and then tell your dad to call.
Otherwise I will. Okay? Smut.
- Fuck, he hates me now. - Have you shown your father the film?
Not yet.
So, where are you yourself in all this?
- How? - Yes...
I just think you need to think more about yourself. Chill some more.
Love something more. More sex. Sex is good for everything.
- You think it's disgusting? - Well, I won't.
- It's probably just morning sickness. - No. You're joking, aren't you?
You're not pregnant, are you? With whom?
Much more sex. That is, with me.
Much more. Not just a little of it, but a lot of it.
... you say as you have just cut the brachial artery.
- The patient bleeds to death in 25 seconds. - Fuck.
Want a tip on how to make it easier?
- Think about your life right. - Okay... Yes. Lived.
Idris Elba, Rahim's balls. It does not work.
- I'm thinking Christmas duck. - Christmas duck?
A firm grip on the thigh, and then you twist...
Mm, brown sauce and stuffing.
(vomiting sounds)
What?
Oops. What is it?
Shouldn't we be lovers? What?
No, is it for me? You should n't have done that .
- It is from my Kinderegg collection. - Your Kinderegg collection?
All real men have a Kindereg collection.
- I have never received a ring before. - Exact.
Come on. I'm totally your type.
Concentrate before cutting more veins.
Excuse me, do you know where Emma is?
Emma? Well, she's standing right there.
Just continue.
- The other was up in the upper arm. - Emma?
- I'll close it again. - Sheep? What are you doing here?
- I have collected money. - Okay.
- You must not work at night. - We'll take it at home.
I sold mother's watch. And if we need more money, -
- then we just sell the car.
- Dad, you'll have to go. - Concentrate on your studies.
What you do... So, what is it that you do?
- What are you doing, dad? - What the hell?
No, what the hell? God damn it.
- Father? - That...
You get to think a little. Children in Tivoli and tour pass and soft ice.
You stand and cut the children's grown-up arms.
- Dad, you have to go. - You are young, but you are not immortal.
Go! Go, damn it. Piss off. Go. Go now! Go now, please.
- I'm just trying to help. - Step, dad. Step. Go. Please...
- You must have the money. - I don't want any money.
Go, Dad!
(snorts)
You look like your mother when you cry.
Dad, I have to tell you something.
Okay.
I have seen Wörmer.
I have met him.
No.
You will see it here.
Dear father...
Her er Wörmer.
I sought him out to know everything.
From the monster that always pursued you and has always pursued me.
But there are only these sad remains left.
A withered, blind man. Look how scary! Is he worth the trauma?
Is this worth the trauma? This puny human being.
Is he worth the trauma?
It ends now, father.
I have met a psychiatrist. She wants to talk to you. Call her.
Call her, Dad. Would you please?
Do you realize what you have done?
Now he knows you exist.
Do you know that typical Scandinavian hair -
- actually seems thicker than other types of hair?
Ja?
But straight hair tends to get greasy more easily.
- Yes. - And look thin and boring.
The reason for this is that the natural fat in the scalp -
- meets no resistance, so it can run freely down the hair.
The night watchman's daughter.
I like her hair.
Not too dry. Not too greasy.
She has lovely hair.
I would like that.
Dav.
Where did you come from?
It said to meet with it.
- What do you say? - It had to meet it.
Who?
With it.
And...
... who are you?
It should talk to it.
Did it say that?
So with me?
And who is it?
Does he/she have a name?
Is that the name?
Worms?
Where do you know Wörmer from?
I was actually on my way home.
I think we should talk another time.
- It doesn't like it. - What?
- It doesn't like it. - Me? Wörmer doesn't like me?
Hello, you have called Martin Bork. I can't get to the phone.
But leave a message and I'll call you back later.
Hello, Martin. It's Lotte. Something just happened.
I have been sought out by a very strange person.
(clicky)
Oh my God! ,
(cry)
Hello. Hello? Hello?
Hello Emma.
- What are you going to? - The police have to check something.
Maybe you should join, when you are so curious.
What do we have?
- Should I open more? - No, you do not have to.
Why does she look like that?
She has been scalped.
Isn't that Wörmer's signature?
How do you know that?
What?
- I know her. - What do you do?
That's my godmother.
Can you understand that we think this is very, very strange?
- Has he escaped? - Who?
- Wörmer. - Wörmer is blind. You know that.
We have the perpetrator. It's a copycat.
A disturbed fan. What is he suffering from?
Vatersehnsucht. Fatherless children have an 80% greater risk of mental health problems.
So we reckon he has found a strong father figure in Wörmer.
- Why Lotte? - Do you still live alone with your papa?
- Yes. - Has he seen her?
- The murderer, is it Wörmer's son? - We stop here.
Don't get involved in this.
Tell me sometime, what's the matter with you?
- What? - Are you crazy like your father?
- He's having a hard time. - It's a pity for the eiders for him.
But it's weird, isn't it?
You seek out Wörmer at Sct. His. Bent is hospitalized at St. His.
Shortly after, he kills your godmother, who then ends up here, -
- and then we're back at you, where it all started.
Do you have family in Tasmania?
What?
- Hello. - Hello.
- Would you like juice? - No, otherwise thank you, but you just take it.
Thanks for bidding.
- Cheers to the ship. - Cheers.
- My name is Samir. - Hello. Tanya.
- Hello, Tanya. - Hello.
What, isn't he going to be moved soon?
I hope so. It's sick to waste a Friday night on that fool, -
- when you could sit and enjoy yourself in a café or... Do you like cocktails?
(music plays)
- Festive. - Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
- Hey! - Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
- Hello. - Hello.
Thank you for just being able to…
Are you okay?
You'd better put this on.
- And just pretend you're at home. - It will not be a problem.
It smells like home in my fridge. No stress.
So.
Hey darling.
I hope you are hungry.
The chicken is in the oven. The oven is on.
I'm really sorry about yesterday. I was a power idiot.
- I saw a murdered woman today. - Yes, it is also forensic medicine.
You should not work there.
It's Lotte.
Lotte?
Our Lotte. Godmother Lotte.
- She just called. - What?
- It's been a few hours. - Did you talk to her?
No no. So, she left a message. I saw the name on the display.
I haven't spoken to her in 100 years.
I should have called back. She just called.
You have ten new messages. First new message received today at...
- Hi, Dad. Something has happened. - Okay, it's you.
- Second new message received... - Hi, Dad. It's me.
It's you again. I'm sorry.
- Third message received yesterday... - It was yesterday.
Hi, Martin. It's Lotte.
Something just happened.
I have just been approached by a very strange person.
Oh, my God!
(horrified gasps)
(choked, wet gargle)
Dad, turn it off.
Shut the hell up! Turn the hell off!
(there is a knock on the door)
There is no one.
Old friend!
Oh, my God.
Who have you talked to?
A psychiatrist and a commissioner.
It's probably the same person who called me.
My number was obviously still on Lotte's fridge.
See you?
- Not so much after... - She put your mother in the grave?
- What is your name? - I am your goddaughter.
- She's your goddaughter, dammit. - Well, damn it. No sorry.
- My name is Emma. - Emma, ​​yes.
Well, the last time I saw you, you were just a little tuber.
What is it like to live with a father on drugs?
Jens is known for his Tourette's.
Good, you can run away and hide in Thailand for 20 years.
Didn't we all run away? How old were you when mom took the ticket?
- She didn't run away. - It is further away than Thailand.
- What are you doing? - I am studying medicine.
- And then I work in my spare time... - No, Emma...
... as a night watchman.
It is a powerful lie.
- Not in the same place? - Yeah, yeah.
- Agonizing, pointless. - Sheep.
So you're following in dad's footsteps? Tough.
- What are you doing in Thailand? - How long are you staying here?
For right after the funeral.
So, if you...
If you need a place to be, you can...
Are you that high?
It's late, but won't you do me the honor of going out to eat with me?
I had my secretary book a table, so if you don't need anything else...
Maybe we'll find something to talk about. Old days?
- No, we're not going to tear it up. - We'd like to.
Night watchman.
Like his father. It's brilliant.
Then we just need a killer.
Is Lotte lying inside with you?
- I remember everything. - I can not. I can not.
- Well, I can't. - Take a pill, Martin.
Now we go in and say goodbye to Lotte.
Come now, far.
(high techno)
Came. This way.
- It's terrible to see that. - It's so violent, Sofus.
Say something to him.
- Maria! What are you doing? Maria. - Come on, Frederik.
- What happens? - Hey darling.
What the hell...?
Frederik...
I just wanted to be here until you came.
- Is that your girlfriend? - Hello. Frederick.
Can you please turn off that crappy music?
- Such. - Thanks.
Sorry. Why are you still here?
- Well... - See you later.
- Yes. Now move on. - Yes. See you honey.
- The Maria girl... - Don't call me the Maria girl.
- You promise to see you later? - Go now. There is a bad atmosphere.
- Can you handle a few more hours? - Yes.
- No party. - No party.
What did you actually do when you came to Thailand?
I bought a motorcycle, did a lot of drugs.
Fucked my way through northern Thailand. As I recall.
It's a bit unclear.
But I remember how I can't stand life anymore.
Like your mother.
I hang a rope around my neck...
Luckily for me, it's so damn humid, -
- that the beam was rotten, so I only feel the jerk.
Then boom, then I'm on the ground.
Yes... Life is really hard.
I look at this hand every day.
It's as if something is missing.
- Here. - Ah! It sure helps to cry, doesn't it?
What happened to your hand?
No, now... I think... Can't we...? Yes.
- We toast Lotte. Yes, Emma. - What have you told?
- Damn it, come on. - If Emma can't hear it...
- Then I'll tell it to you. - I will not...
Wörmer has tied you and Kalinka up at the autopsy.
He has killed his colleague and is locking my hand to a pipe with handcuffs.
Then he asks me the question that any Buddhist would love to be asked.
What?
"Have you ever tried to get killed?"
"I'll be back in a bit."
You often brought bread to work. On the table where lies your knife.
If I stretch all the way out, I can just reach it.
Then I cut it off...
... and flays the hand.
Then I take the dead colleague's gun. And when I reach...
... then he is going to saw in you.
Fuck...
- Yes, I need to know if everything is... - Damn it.
We need some... Can I have some more of this, please?
I can't sit here through 20 dishes. I'm going to see Maria. Okay?
Dad has to see a psychiatrist now too. She is actually very beautiful.
- Well. - I do not believe you.
- Thanks. It was great meeting you. - Thanks.
No, I'm the one saying thank you.
So.
She is really strong. You must be proud.
I didn't want to say anything when Emma was here, but…
I'm afraid she's stepped into a minefield.
She seeks out Wörmer.
Shortly afterwards it happens to Lotte.
You come home for the funeral.
What would it take to lure you home from Thailand?
Shut up, man.
You really scare me.
(he makes a horror sound)
Hallo?
(a door slams)
Hallo?
(the doormat)
Hallo?
Maria?
Hallo!
Maria!
Martin, come. Come now!
Come on, Martin!
Come on. Come on, you old man.
- Come on! - Over.
No!
No, it was the wrong side.
- Over. - Yes I am ready.
King's goal!
Again. No no no!
No!
- Such. Are we ready? - Yes, come on. Come on.
I can no more.
(he coughs and whines out of breath)
Maybe I should just get over it and kill myself.
A bullet to the forehead. How hard can it be?
Emma, ​​she is grown up and strong, as you say.
Or I should get hold of that psychiatrist there.
Emma says she's beautiful.
- What are you going to do with a psychiatrist? - So I just have to...?
- Just pull the plug? - It is a much better solution.
Kalinka would never forgive me for that.
Kalinka is dead, Martin.
I know.
How nice to see you, man.
Now I have to get some sleep.
I'll see you tomorrow.
What's going on?
It's crazy. A substitution in the final minutes of the final.
No, they send a 52-year-old old man... It's Bork, Martin Bork.
And here he is. No, he is alone through it all. It's the World Cup final.
Should Denmark have gold? Directly from series 2 in Næstved.
There it is! Yes!
What the hell are you doing, man? can you come out Out of there.
Pardon.
(clicky)
For satan.
- So what? Does she not answer? - I have tried 30 times.
- We have to tell someone. - To whom?
- The police. Her parents. - They don't talk.
She says she hasn't seen them in two years.
And she's only been gone for a few hours.
- The police don't push that. - She can't just disappear.
What the hell is going on? Who are you?
Hello, damn it! But let me go!
(he laughs)
What's your name?
- It's called Bent. - Bent?
It's a really nice name. A really nice name.
Do you know what "Bent" means, really?
It means...
... a very handsome and sensible and sweet young man.
(he denies) - No. My name is Maria.
- No. - It means "the beautiful one".
- No. - Yeah.
- No. It's not called... Maria.
That's not what it's called. Her name is Emma.
That's what it's called. It's called something else.
Bent, try to listen to me. I'm not Emma. I am Maria.
- No! - I'm not fucking Emma.
- No! - Yes!
- No. - Yeah.
Hell yes!
I'm not fucking Emma! I am Maria!
It sits at the table.
Emma is the one sitting at the table in the white smock.
Bent, this is simply too stupid.
Now you set me free.
And I promise not to tell anyone you made a fucking mistake!
- It's stupid when it talks. - Now, is it?
Who's that talking fucking robot baby language? Fucking psycho.
It's not a baby.
It is not a robot.
It is the Commissioner's...
It's the Commissioner's... (a car approaches)
(a car door slams)
The Commissioner of Crime.
The commissioner. The Commissioner of Crime.
I'm the wrong one.
- Hello? Martin? - Yes, it's Martin, Emma's father.
- Yes, I know that. Good, you called. - Yes, she suggested I call.
Yes, and well, you did.
Everyday is difficult, but what do you say to now in my office?
Today?
- It will probably be a bit difficult. - Isn't it always difficult?
Så kom.
I have an office in forensic psychiatry at Sct. Hans in Roskilde.
- Then we'll talk. - I'll do my best.
(there is a knock on the door)
Hello.
May I enter?
You and your father were together with Jens Christian Arnkild yesterday at Geranium.
Just sit down sometime.
Come with your hand.
Jens is dead.
Found murdered here this morning.
(vomiting sounds)
Where did you get all this from?
- I found it. - No.
You stole it. Does not?
Where is your father?
- He had to see Gunver. - Where is he?
- At her place, I think. - St. His?
I think we should go out there together.
- Is it my fault? - How?
First Lotte, now Jens.
You think that if you had taken care of your studies, this would not have happened?
I think it's his son. He takes revenge . Lotte's killer. Is it him?
Wörmer never had a son. That, that's his daughter.
Daughter?
Yes, he must have cut the kid's hair.
The mother disappeared. She lived alone with the psychopath until he fell into a coma.
She went crazy and ended up with a foster family in Jutland, -
- where she set the family cat on fire.
Then she ended up with a new foster family, where the stepfather abused her.
But it was only discovered when she cut him with a hobby knife.
A rather boring childhood, one might say.
Maybe she'll get her revenge. So, it would fit very well.
Women are much more vindictive than men.
Men explode right on the spot, while women are -
- like small, rusty bombs from the Second World War, waiting for years.
And suddenly they detonate.
Where is she then?
Do you know where she is?
- Maybe she has changed her identity. - You can't just do that.
Haven't you seen Traceless?
Why do I have to go to my father?
To...
- Martin? - Hello!
(she sighs)
Branch, Bent.
She thinks it is very, very beautiful and fine and sweet.
Very beautiful and fine indeed.
It almost wants to touch a little. Touch its cheek a little.
Wow.
Wow. It's a soft cheek.
It is as soft as an angel's butt.
now stars are lit in the blue of the sky
the crescent moon raises its saber
I hope not...
Do you want to lie here? It is welcome to come in and lie in its arms. Came.
It can be here. It is welcome.
There is room for it to lie here.
Then it can sing the other verses in the meantime.
It is welcome.
... i sin snabel
sleep sweet little Jumbo and fish cell
tomorrow is a big day
and the rooster crows like an ostrich
now you sleep soundly and good night
So.
It must have been hard to suddenly be alone with Emma.
And. And.
I did my best, but it was hard for Emma.
But life is hard.
It looks like she's trying to save you.
Children are not made healthy by parents who are more vulnerable than themselves.
No.
I'm ashamed of that too, but that...
It doesn't help.
Do you think, -
- that it is because of the silence between you that Emma is making noise?
And picks up a large rock and throws it through the glass to Peter.
Peter?
Worms. Peter Wormer.
Are we really going to be on a first name basis with him?
How do you think his children are doing?
Does he have a child?
Humans have children. And Peter is also human.
Hey Siri, answer Emma!
- Where have you been? - Emma, ​​where are you?
You and your father are in danger. She is mad. Where are you?
- I'm on my way to my father. - I don't know where I am.
- What happens? - I was kidnapped. He is dead now.
But the crime commissioner is coming back. The fool was her helper.
- And he thought I was you. - Who?
It's the commissioner. And she's after you. She's fucking insane.
Emma, ​​where are you?
Emma?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
He called her the Commissioner of Crime.
She's an armor, Emma.
Hallo?
I'm on my way to St. His.
- With the Commissioner. - No, fuck it, Emma. You have to get out.
- I can not. - Yes. Jump out of the car.
Nej... Hello, hello?
(telephone tones)
I have to pee. I have to pee a lot. Can we stop?
No, we'd better get up to your father now.
We've hit the green wave, so it's going fast now.
You also need to understand that revenge is a natural feeling.
People think the worst of each other and are nasty to each other.
"Only they die in an accident." "May her children get cancer."
That's how we are, and that's fine. Revenge is a way to break free.
Peter had almost forgotten everything until Emma came and stuck a knife in the wound.
But now both he and the daughter remember how you crushed their lives.
Maybe everyone is a victim. I just know that you don't spit in sick people's faces.
Do you know the concept of cognitive psychology?
You confront the fear. His arachnophobia, for example.
You touch the spider. Before the day is over, -
- then you want to take it home as a pet.
Emma found her mother dead in the cottage and hasn't been there since.
Where Emma should be right now , meeting her spider.
Just like you are here to meet yours.
I'm the wrong one.
Where is Emma?
(the phone buzzes)
I'll be back in a bit.
Can you feel it? (metallic sounds)
Do you have palpitations?
Are you dizzy? Are your ears ringing?
Flunitrazepam.
You are fully conscious, but you cannot move.
(the phone is ringing)
It's your daughter.
Far?
Martin is here.
Is he?
He's a little scared.
You shouldn't be.
We know each other.
Think...
Has it really been 30 years?
I've been away.
But I never felt lonely.
Do you want to meet my friends?
Here I have all my women.
When I feel lonely, -
- then I just open the box.
- Psychiatric main shift. - Kramer. We arrive. Code 22-03.
Åbner.
Hey.
- Hello! Gunver, where is she sitting? - She's probably sitting in her office.
Call the police. Now!
Hallo!
- Kramer! She's crazy, man. - What? Did she run in here?
- She ran that way. Can I help? - No.
- Emma? - Where are you?
- Kramer is the killer.
I think Kramer is Wörmer's daughter.
- Where are you calling from? - Your office. Are you with my father?
- Where's Kramer? - Here. She's after me. Where are you?
Emma!
He wrote that he went out here. Where the hell is he?
- I haven't seen him at all. - She's coming here.
Emma!
Gunver, she is absolutely insane.
- Came. Come on. - So, where the hell are you going?
- This road. - Damn, what are they doing?
In here, in here.
Gunver? Why are you running?
Hide in there. I promise she won't get past me.
No matter what happens, stay there.
- What are you doing here? - Where is she?
- You shouldn't be here. You must leave. - Where is her father?
- Are you threatening me? - Where are they?
- I'm your friend. Put that gun away. - What?
I'm not your enemy. Please put that gun away.
Let me help you.
Remove it! (knife sound)
No no no.
- What happened? - She wanted to shoot us.
What have I done? I killed my best friend.
(the phone is ringing)
Why do you have my father's phone?
(click sound from the knife)
(a Danish top song plays)
So, Martin. Now you have to see.
It hurts a little at first.
But you quickly get used to it.
Stop that.
Come back, Martin.
You can't get out.
That's the point, this.
I've been waiting for it for years.
Now come here with you.
It cannot be otherwise.
(music fades)
So...
Now I can hear you.
There. There you are. Now sit still.
I don't like it either.
Slip den!
What the hell...
(footsteps in high heels and then the clicking sound)
(footsteps clear)
Help! Help!
Emma?
(steps in high heels)
(clicky)
(she screams)
Emma! Emma!
No, here, Emma. Emma, ​​come!
Come now.
Come now!
Shoot. Shoot now! Shoot now, dammit!
Hello. Come now!
Ouch! You shall not do it. It's way too cold.
Do not. Never mind, stay put.
I need to find my sunglasses. Sofus is too pale.
Pardon. I'm a bit hypopigmented.
Yes, you must say that. It's like looking directly up at the sun.
- Otherwise, we've had a blast. - What?
Me and Maria fucked for the first time last night.
Before hell. Why are you saying that when Emma's father is sitting right there?
What? It went really well.
You are too weird, Sofus.
Come on, kids. Not so much talk!
Come now! Come!
Danish texts: Jesper Buhl Scandinavian Text Service