"I'm thirsty!" " Emergency services." " Gerda Larsen calling." "My scooter's fucked." " ID number?" " My ID number?" "It's 130147 1632." "I'm on Highway 261, 6 kilometres from the harbour." " How long will you be?" " Two minutes." "Two minutes?" " That's pretty damn quick..." " Stay where you are." "How rude!" "Gerda Larsen, 130147 1632, has been successfully detained." "Everyone in the school yard stay calm!" "You have been detained under Section 17.3 of the Martial Law Act." "Those with blue ribbons will shortly be escorted to classrooms." "I repeat..." " Where are we going?" " You'll soon find out." " Gerda!" " Kitty?" "They've rounded us all up." "What about Big Frank?" "He's lying over there." "I repeat..." "Fucking army cunts!" "Let us out and feed us something apart from rice!" "We know our rights!" "I haven't done anything!" " All clear?" " All clear." "Let us out." " Hey, cunt, let us out." " You'll be interviewed soon." "Listen to me..." "Let me talk to the bloke in charge." " Fuck your interviews." " Chill." " Shut your face." " Now, now." "I know your type." "You know fuck all, you fat cow." "Look, the old lady's crying." "Are you OK?" " I haven't done anything." " None of us has done anything." "My son's a UN soldier in Africa, helping the little black sambos." " All clear." " Let go of me!" "Let go of me, you Nazi poop pusher." "Sod off home and fuck your mother." " You got a problem?" " Sit down." "Easy, mate." "I am sitting down." "Detainees at Hilergade School will be served supper at 22.00 hours." "Ethnic minorities will be provided with a vegetarian option." "This announcement will be repeated in Arabic." "What the fuck is that slag doing?" "Hello." "Good evening." "My name is Sidse, and I'm from the Mandela rebels." "Any of you heard of us?" "No." "Hello, I'm Ole Høgh Pedersen." "And this is a complete mistake." "I shouldn't be here at all." "Mistake?" "I shouldn't be here either." "Hound, cease this endless bark of thine!" "See'st thou not thy master on the brine?" "Ole, give me a moment." " Young lady!" " Don't lecture me!" "I have fought for the left wing for 30 years." "I have my contacts." "We haven't much time." "You must listen to me if you want to get out alive." "What are you on about?" "You are to be exterminated for failing to contribute to society." "Are you taking the piss or are you just stupid?" " I don't understand..." " Are you taking the piss?" "Shut it!" " You want to die?" " Please... stop it..." "Stop that!" "Your interviews will begin in a moment." "I can help you survive the next 12 hours." "I was in the home guard." "Sorry, being in the home guard is a parameter for selection." "I helped defend Denmark from the Communists." "It's only because of the left wing that there is a minimum wage." "We fight for the little man." "The home guard made sure we didn't end up like the GDR." "This is crazy." "What am I doing here?" "I'm going to tell the guard there's a crazy bitch in here who says we're going to be executed." "Trust me." "Lots of your friends have already been killed." "Guards!" " All clear?" " All clear." "Yes?" "What do you want?" "Nothing." "We're ready for the first one." "Dennis Henriksen." "Yes." "Come with me." "No!" "I want to say goodbye!" "Just two minutes!" "Cut it out!" "Dennis, come with me." "I'm allowed to say goodbye." "Two minutes." "OK." "Two minutes." "OK..." "Right..." "Tell me your qualifications." "Well, I've got a few convictions for assault." "This is not going to be easy." "Talk about your place in the world." "Tell them that in prison, you read about Apollo and the Cosmos." "It made you think about yourself." " And your life." " Greek mythology?" "You can't simplify it in those terms." "I did philosophy at university." "So if you want to debate the issue!" "The Cosmos is the world about us." "In this world, we all have a place, and we need to know what it is." "What a pair of idiots!" "Yes, indeed." "Shut your face." "Apollo's believers thought they were inferior beings." "Tell them it's your philosophy, too." "You'll never become prime minister or an estate agent with the cards fate has dealt you." "But you now see a chance to use your background and unique experience to help others like you." "Get it?" "I reckon." "Say it back to me." "Dennis, come along." "Kick arse, Dennis!" "Jerk them off, you little poof!" "Let go of me!" "Hello." "My name is Folke Rasmussen." "Folke?" "As in Volkswagen?" "You might say so." "I am not the interviewer;" "I'm from Parliament." "You are a Social Democrat MP." "You were on the committee that drew up the bill better known as the New Copenhagen Criteria." "Major Christian Andersen." "I always spend the first 24 hours with the new detainees." "I learned something interesting tonight, Folke." "It turns out that there is an underground army." "They call themselves Mandela." "One of their representatives has infiltrated tonight's detainees." "She wants to help them, Folke." "Give them advice." "Feed them lies about their lives and achievements." "You know the rules, right?" "I am the interviewer." "I ask the questions." "You are the external examiner." "And I have the final say." "Folke, listen." "We want it to be quick and painless." " You voted for the bill." " Quite so." "Come in." "Are you ready for the first one?" "It's the girl from the rebels." " No, let's start with Ole." " Ole Høgh Pedersen?" " Precisely." " Ole Høgh?" "Do you know him?" "That lefty artist." "Ex Arts Foundation board." "Yes, he's the one." "Artists often make our red lights flash." "Low incomes, usually combined with substance abuse of some kind." "It's part of their work, really." "So we agree." "Yes." "We'll get him sorted." "It won't take long." "And, Jensen, Gerda, the fatso in the wheelchair, check out her son." "She says he works for the UN in Africa." " Will you be coming tomorrow, too?" " No." "I asked Claus if I could sit in just for today." "You are very interested in social policy, so I read." " You read that?" " Indeed, I did." "Come in!" "Ole, come on in." "I'm Major Christian Andersen." "I'm the interviewer today, observed by Folke Rasmussen, M. P." "Hi, Ole." "I remember you." "There's been some kind of mistake." "It's a mockery of human rights." "Take it easy, Ole." "I was telling Folke that it's bizarre how often the lives of artists resemble those of the people we're really after." "But I worked for the Arts Foundation." "I'm practically an Art Academy graduate." "I lectured there." "I apologize." "A mistake has been made." "Your low income and chronic health problems rang the alarm bell." "I certainly haven't been lucky health-wise, I can tell you." "You're not to blame for that, Ole." " Right, Folke?" " Quite so." "Can we offer you a lift home?" "Yes, sure." "Yes, please." "Cheerio then." "See Jensen about it at the door." "Ole, what actually happened at the Art Foundation?" "I'm curious, that's all." "I was a consultant." "But the management were so conservative." "Oh, yes!" "I remember!" "Those huge grants you awarded yourself." "An absurd accusation." "So you didn't?" "I did all kinds of things, damn it, as you well know." "I am not one of them." " Ole, sit down again for a moment." " Come off it." "It'll only take a minute." "Let's find a reason to let you go." "Our red lights are flashing, see." "You received quite a bit from the state." "And our computers don't visit art galleries." "Take off your jacket and sit down." "No, I don't suppose they do." "Ole, you've received over a million in grants." "To create works of art for?" "Yes." "Or... to explore..." "Art is a form of exploration..." "Not just results, Christian." "I set up a pottery school for the rural unemployed." "It says here that the local authority put 2 million into it." "It was meant to house 200 jobless." "But Ole..." "You fell ill, and the project was abandoned." "No jobless people ever made it there, did they?" "You said I wasn't to blame for my poor health." " Which was due to alcohol." " Christian!" "It was my daughter." "She..." "She killed herself." "I tell you, I was beside myself." "I just couldn't cope." " I was on the ropes." " How awful!" "Was she living with you or her mum?" "Mostly with my mum." "She grew up with her granny?" "We were travelling so much." " It wasn't anything for a kid." " The Socialist High School..." "Yes, the sneaky bastards!" "Of course, we didn't know at the time." "Ole, tell me what you've created so I can let you go." "You've cost the state a fortune." "Far more than all the people in the waiting room together." "Now you're on a disability allowance, but you're still applying for grants." "Just name a work of yours." "Folke and I don't mind which;" "we're no art experts." "Give me a couple of days." "To think." " I can't concentrate in this heat." " I don't get you." "Why not mention the sculpture for the City of Roskilde?" "All right, let me mention that then." "Or perhaps my files will tell me why not?" ""Petersen sculpture removed after two months." ""The artist said it represented" ""the sick, sharp end of capitalism." ""It was removed" ""after a 10-year-old girl poked her eye out" ""on one of its many spikes while she was playing nearby." "She was the third child to be hurt like that."" "Art isn't for playing on." "In a playground?" "Don't give me that!" "I'm having my doubts." "I was ready to let you go." "But your only work of art poked a little girl's eye out." "You only got the commission because your dad was a city councillor." "You have not paid a penny in tax on your fee." "What can I say?" "Help me!" "But we agree, don't we, Folke?" "Yes." "Christian..." "Christian..." "Ole Høgh Petersen, by the powers vested in me by the Martial Law Act," "I sentence you to death for neglecting your civil duties and responsibility to society." "No!" "Come in." "No need to take him out." "Just pop him into the teddy-bear corner." "Let the others see we mean business." "Clean up the chair and table." " You are completely crazy!" " Oh, stop it!" "If you can't butcher pigs, you can't eat sausages." "I'm a country boy." "The law says it's meant to be humane." ""By injection incompatible with life."" ""Or any means military command deems necessary."" "No buts." "We agreed, right, Folke?" "And I am the military command." "He would have cried his eyes out all the way to the basement." "But now it's over." "I won't do it again if you're so fussy." "Did you throw up?" "John and Nancy Frandsen, brother and sister, as you probably know, we've decided to get rid of a good deal of the population." "Nobody knows who thought of it first." "Perhaps it was a politician or a civil servant in an ice-cream queue with his grandchild." "Perhaps he found himself waiting behind a group of obese drunks and their offspring." "Perhaps he followed them, saw them climb drunkenly into their car and jotted down the number just as the father slapped his little boy for spilling ice cream." "The next day in the office, he came across the car number and did a search." "The mother was on the records as living on her own." "Perhaps he grew obsessed by this family and began to spy on them." "He discovered the mum and dad cohabiting while drawing single-person's allowances." "At the local playground he discovered the mother was a child-minder." "Unregistered, of course, and that's despite the bad back, for which she claims a disability allowance." "The father is always getting at the little boy, who terrorizes other kids and has a full-time special-needs teacher." "The father works the door at the local discotheque." "He sends numerous young people to hospital every weekend." "Finally, our civil servant asks himself:" ""Why are these people alive?" "What is their purpose here?" ""What good will they ever do?" ""In what way will they ever enrich the world we live in?"" "Somehow the New Copenhagen Criteria were committed to paper, based on hard, irrefutable data culled from the enormous volume of details on every single citizen revealing the greatest drain on the treasury." "It turned out that quite a small percentage of the population accounts for most of the social spending." "Hospital beds, special-needs teachers, drug rehab, children's homes, respite schemes, housing allowances, debt cancelling." "Home helps, substance abuse, prison cells." "What started as a fantasy went against the flow through industrial federations, trade unions." "The movers and shakers got to hear of it." "Slowly but surely, a consensus formed." ""Let's exterminate them all."" ""In one go!"" ""In the summer, while good, family Denmark is away on holiday."" ""But the problems are still there!" "Use the schools and the army!"" ""Declare a state of emergency, and get the problem over and done with!"" "John, let's begin with you." "John..." "Yes." "You were picked up at the airport on your return from..." " John?" " Thailand." "Yes, that's right." "With two Thai girls, one of 18, one of 16." "They weren't with me." "We just got talking." "You run a striptease club." "Yes, but it's only... the girls who work for us, we treat like our own children." "We give them a roof over their heads." "They have days off." "It's up to them who they sleep with." "Yes." "We cut the number of rapists and crazies with nowhere else to go." "Ah, social work?" "Interesting." "Go on." "That's how it is, right?" "Men..." "Men need..." "Pussy." "Cultivated language is not a prerequisite." " Men need pussy or they go mad." " Get desperate." "Insane." "Murder." "Rape." "What if your own daughter got raped one night?" "You'd have been grateful if the man had had somewhere else to take his hard-on." "Visit the topless bar and avoid eight years for rape?" "Yes." "You could put it that way." "Nancy... have you ever serviced these potential killer rapists?" "No." "For God's sake, no!" "No?" "Because that's kind of the twist that's lacking from John's reasoning." "Let's talk about you, Nancy." "You were picked up at..." "What does it say..." "The Sealand Private Clinic for Beauty and Recreation." "So it does!" "Another name for a cosmetic-surgery clinic, right?" "Yes." "They didn't pick you up in mid-operation, I hope?" "Regrettable." "They do get a bit impatient." "But their workload is enormous." "Your breasts, you say." "Were they tired from too much nursing?" "No." "It says here you had a baby." "It was an accident." "Why did you put the baby up for adoption?" "So you did..." "What about the father?" " What about him?" " Yes... who is he?" "Some bloke." "I don't know." "It was dark." "It was dark in hillbilly country." "Adoption isn't illegal." "That really is your theme, John." "Legal." "Illegal." "Moving in the grey area between the two poles." "Crossing the borderline and scurrying back with your prey." "But today is not about the legislation you have been exploiting." "Today is about your value as human beings." "Are you worth anything?" "It wasn't a rhetorical question." "Are you worth anything?" "Of course we are worth something." "We're human beings." "What are you worth?" "What have you given the world?" " Your baby, for example?" " But I had him adopted." "I don't quite follow you either, Folke." "Having a baby you can't care for is no achievement." "Is there nothing..." "Anything will do." "There's our... philosophy." "Yes?" "Go on?" "Have you ever heard of Dionysus?" " Dionysus?" "The Greek god?" " Yes, him." "Anyway." "It's about pleasure." "Right." "Get me?" "No." "We are put here on this earth." "We are all human beings." " We are all here for pleasure." " Yes." "Pleasure." "Yes." "Like our topless bar." "It's a place of pleasure." "One day we'll all be gone, and the only thing that'll count is whether we were happy." "Right?" " Very good, eh, Christian?" " Yes, fabulous." "Sidse found the only god you could mention with a clear conscience." "I don't know anyone called Sidse." "John is in his element." "A tiny hole just big enough for him to wriggle through." " But it's our..." "life..." " Our philosophy of life." "Sidse from Mandela." "You are in your final hour." "Yet you choose to tell lies." "We don't know that." "I was there." "But I wasn't, and I'm the examiner." "John and Nancy have an idea." "A consistent pattern of existence based on a faith." "Jensen!" "Sidse, or whatever she calls herself, she's next." "We must stop her, or she'll coach them all." "And we'll spend the next two weeks discussing myths and philosophy." " Anything else?" " No." "Let's finish these two off." "Nancy, what gives you pleasure?" "My big, firm breasts." "Men gaping." "Desire." "Yes, and I enjoy my pleasure palace, the topless bar." "You should try it." "I'll buy you a drink." "Thank you, John." "We've got the message;" "your philosophy is pleasure." "But the cult of Dionysus was more than botox and silicone." "They rode out into the night." "They lived in an orgiastic pact with nature." " But times have changed." " They certainly bloody have." "And I may also add that the girls enjoy their freedom." " There are no losers." " The tax collector." "The rest of the population who slave away to pay their taxes." "Oh, like builders and plumbers?" "Have you got them on your list?" "If I'm going to die because a few girls forget to pay their taxes, those cowboys should die, too." "They do so much work for cash." "John and Nancy Frandsen, thank you." "Jensen?" "Take the cult of Dionysus back." "Was that it then?" " Come on." " Let's come to an arrangement." "There must be some way..." " They weren't so hopeless." " They'd been brainwashed." "So you say." "Why would I lie?" "But I have the final say." "Sergeant!" "Are there any vacant classrooms?" "Yes." "Nature studies." "We'll move." "I'm fed up with the sight of that dead potter." "He stinks." "No!" "Stop it!" "Fucking gay bastard!" "Let go!" "Fuck you!" "Your mum sucks cocks in hell." " Come in." " Fucking Nazi queer!" "You think you can feel me up free of charge?" "Hi, Sidse." "I'll see to her." "We meet again." "Come and sit down." "The game's over, so just sit down." " Is he talking to me?" " Stop playing about." "My name isn't Sidse." "Oh?" "What is it then?" "Belinda." "Shall I spell it out on the blackboard?" "Sit down, Belinda." "I can't have you executed if you don't meet the criteria." "But I can have you put in prison." "Get it?" "A pathetic little lefty." "You make me sick." "You're not to bright." "The name's Belinda;" "I just said." "BE spells "be,"" "LIN spells "lin," DA spells "duh."" "Belinda Jacobsen?" "Right on!" "Fucking clever!" "Ten out of ten." "You're playing a dangerous game." "Right." "Where were you picked up?" "Down the mall." "What were you doing there?" "Bashing ethnics." ""Bashing ethnics"?" "Like, a crowd of us gets together and shares a few beers." "It's real nice." "And we looks out for ethnics." "If we sees a real ugly one, we follows after her and pisses all over her and then beats her up." "It's people like you." "That's why I voted for the bill." "Those darkies are a fucking pest." "They're always on the fiddle and infecting us with lice and tuberculosis." "There are doctors among them." "People who've completed university, who've had to flee their homes, and now do the jobs you are too lazy for." ""Lazy"?" "Belinda's on disability benefit." "There is nothing wrong with you." "You are a parasite who despises and makes life a misery for the "new Danes" who do the jobs you are too lazy to do." "And you laugh!" " Nigger lover!" " You are going to die..." "Folke, let's take a break." ""Volkswagen!"" " Nip out and hug an ethnic." " It's just the heat." "Who are you?" "It's only a matter of time before we unravel your underground army." "Tricking Folke won't do it." "Tell me your name, and you can go." "You're not just some young activist." "Just a moment." "It's me, Folke." "I'll find out who you are, don't worry." "I have heard enough to make a decision." "Jensen?" "Take her back to the others." "We can despatch her at once as far as I'm concerned." "She's got to die." "Where are you going?" "To find Belinda Jacobsen." "Cut it out." " Your tits are bleeding." " Watch your lip." "Fuck me, your tits are bleeding." " John?" "John!" " John, you might have told me!" "Her tits are bleeding." "Your tits are falling off." " This is it." " What?" " I need the toilet." " For fuck's sake." "It's not my fault I need a shit." "I'll give you a hand." "I did my vocational training looking after people like you." " What do I do?" " Pull my pants down." " That's fucking disgusting." " Come on." " Someone's got to help her." " I'll do it." "Move that chair!" "John, don't just sit there." "Come and help." "She's too fat." "Lend a hand, China." " No way." " You want her to shit on the floor?" "You are too stupid for words." "For fuck's sake!" "Come on, John, you old-home help, you!" "Nice one, John." "Nice one, John..." "For God's sake..." " What are you staring at?" " You." "What are you staring at?" " All clear?" " All clear." "Let go." "That really hurts." "What?" "Chill, man." "I am sitting down." "All your talk of Greek gods and your stupid rescue plan!" "There's a dead Commie upstairs." "The plan is working." "Folke doesn't believe Christian." " I've finished." " Stay there." "On the toilet?" "If you need another dump." " The other bloke's more on our side." " Precisely." "I gave it all I've got and played my part so well that Folke went crazy." "Your part?" "Yes, as Belinda." "Your part as us, right?" "Don't you lot get it?" "She could be on their side." "She isn't." "I've been upstairs." " I know a bit more than you." " Like how to get us out?" "Like how to get us out?" "Sit down, John." "Do you know how to get us out?" "No?" "So shut your trap." "China, are you crazy?" "Listen!" "Do as I say." "Right now we're trapped at the top of a blazing skyscraper." "Like fuck we are." " It's a metaphor." " No, it isn't." "I've seen it." "It's the one where the old lady dies." " I don't want to die." " It was only a film." "We'll all get out alive." "Christian will try to make you tell him who I am." "You mustn't." "Stick to my story." "I'm Belinda Jacobsen, an ex junkie." " Folke has the final say." " It's the immigrants who started it." " Shut up, Nancy!" " Not us at all." "No, it is you." "It is you." "You all meet a large number of the New Copenhagen Criteria." " How big are these criteria?" " What?" "How large are these criteria?" "They're a long list of things, Melanie;" "very complicated." "Why not just say them?" "We don't really have time." "We want to hear them, bitch." "Watch your language!" " Calm down, China!" " Stay out of this, John." "OK." "The New Copenhagen Criteria, Criterion 1:" "Those who have been on welfare for years or on other benefits, with the exception of the old-age pension." "Criterion 2:" "Those who have deliberately defrauded society by moonlighting, forging benefit claims, evading taxes." "Criterion 3:" "Abuse of drugs, alcohol, etc." "Criterion 4:" "Those who use the health service far more than average." "Criterion 5:" "Those who cannot care for their own children." "Criterion 6:" "Those out of work for unusually long." "Criterion 7:" "Those who have lived on the edge of the law for years, even if they've never been convicted." "The list is long." "The system compares what each citizen has cost to what the state derives from him, tangible or intangible, to see if he has fulfilled his contract with society." "Are people to die just for being on disability allowances?" " It's not my fault!" " No, Gerda." "Fulfilling a single criterion is not enough." "If the individual can present something, anything, to show that he or she has made a genuine contribution..." "How can you remember all that?" "It's not that difficult." "I wrote them." "There aren't any more." " We've cleaned out the docks." " 270889 1422 Belinda Jacobsen." " Belinda Jacobsen?" " Where is her flat?" "Block 57, 3rd floor, on the right." "Come back here!" "Sit down." "270889-1422 Belinda Jacobsen." "She isn't here." "She escaped." "Are you the leader of Mandela?" "I have a girl in my custody." "Sidse." "Part of this group." "I'm willing to release her, but she insists she is Belinda Jacobsen." " She set sail yesterday." " Where to?" "Every country in Europe is following our example." "We're going to Africa." "Africa!" "For goodness sake!" "Unless I can persuade the examiner that she's Sidse, she'll die." " I can't help you." " Yes, you can." "Or you'll die, pal, and I'll take the lot of you to the camp." "But if you help me," "I'll give you all till tomorrow night to leave for Africa." "So think again." "I'll count to three." "1, 2..." " 3..." " Wilken Andersen." "Sidse Wilken Andersen." " Shut up!" " Isn't that what you wanted to know?" "That's the difference between them and us." "You risk your life for them;" "they'll say anything to save their arses." "It's me." "Sidse Wilken Andersen." "Look her up while I wait." "I must seem like the bogeyman who stole your PlayStation," "TV, your Big Mac and your chips." "But Africa will be the best thing that's ever happened to you." "You'll live in the desert or the jungle." "You and your mum and dad will learn how to cope for yourselves." " Are you looking forward to it?" " Fuck you." "I see." "Right." "Interesting." "Mind you don't accidentally use a bad word." "Right away." "And her mother." " When do you sail?" " Tonight." "I'll make sure you can get out of Danish territorial waters." "Bon voyage." "And thanks for your help." " We'll swap her." " I'm not sure, China." "But she's our only hope." "China, Stop!" "What good will it do?" "They won't execute Sidse in our place." "She doesn't meet any of their stupid criteria." "She's breaking the law." "Maybe." "But that's only one criterion." "And you heard her." "You have to fulfil more than one." "She's upper-class and educated." "It's because of her we're going to die." " Not for certain." " I am going to." " I meet almost all their criteria." " I've finished." " Shut up!" " You heard her." "They expect to release the 7 percent who've achieved something." " What?" "What?" " Hey, I don't know." "Fucking great, John." "That really helped." "She made sure there was a loophole in case they found a genius among us." " Nobody else can help us." " We're not to blame." "There was this lady at social services who said to me once:" ""Melanie, forgive yourself." "It's not your fault"." " That's what we have to tell them." " No, it isn't." " You are so stupid." " Untie her, John." "No!" "No fucking way." "You're going to die, Sidse, you cunt." "Is your name still Belinda Jacobsen?" "He was about to kill you, right?" "Tell Folke your real name." "Belinda." "Belinda Jacobsen." "Are you fucking brain-dead?" "Folke wants to check that you're being held in decent conditions." "Hello, friends." "Are you..." " Are you being fed properly?" " Like fuck." "All we get is rice and greens and stupid fruit juice." " Heard enough?" " Yes." "Cut Sidse... sorry, Belinda..." "down." "If one of you would help Gerda Larsen off the toilet and into her chair..." "She's next." "Income tax will be cut by 30 per cent." "I hear they're interning them." "Well, it won't damage your market share;" "they weren't church-goers." "Good evening." "Is Bishop Andersen there?" "Excuse me, there are some soldiers outside asking for you." "Soldiers?" " What's all this?" " William Andersen?" "Bishop?" " Please come with us." " Not on your life!" "How dare you!" "What's going on?" "Inge Wilken?" "You are also to be detained." "Under the Martial Law Act." "What nonsense is this?" "There must be some misunderstanding." "Josefine?" "Take these young chaps down to the kitchen for a bite of supper..." "Please come with me." "We're not going anywhere." "What the devil!" "Hell, I'm a bishop, I'm a bishop." "Hands off!" "I'll phone Abrahamsen right away." "You'll be back by midnight." "Gerda Larsen." "Always on welfare or a disability allowance." "It's my hip." "It just wouldn't..." "But you had expensive surgery." "A fat lot of good that did." ""The patient's serious alcohol abuse" ""is impairing her functionality." ""For surgery to be of any benefit, she must refrain from drinking." ""But for the last three weeks, she has consumed no solids." ""She will require monitoring on discharge."" "But I've hardly had a drink for ages." "No?" "This is what you were carrying." "A receipt from Aldi." "Twelve export lagers, a bottle of rum, sliced white bread, a sticky cake." "Gerda... that wasn't doctor's orders, was it?" "You live in sheltered accommodation." "The state has kept you all your life." " You have given nothing back." " That's not true!" "Oh?" "Tell us your contribution then." "My son." "Despite the frigging hard life I lead, not that you'd understand, you little lump of shit," "I brought... a son into this world who's now a UN soldier." "He travels the world rescuing little black children." "Little black children!" "That sounds fantastic!" "Where is he now?" "He's not allowed to tell me." "Shall we phone him?" " Can you do that?" " Sure." "Have you found him?" "Poul." "Poul Larsen." " Yes." " We found him all right." "In Africa, as you said." "Listen..." " Hello?" " Yes, hello?" "Major Andersen, Copenhagen." " Poul Larsen?" " Yes." " The son of Gerda Larsen?" " Yes." "Your assistant has already phoned." "Get to the point." "Is the old cow dead?" "What did you say?" "Is she dead?" "No." "No, not yet." "Well, I couldn't give a fuck whether she's dead or alive." "And I'm not coming home if that's why you're calling." "You don't care if your mum dies?" "She never did anything for me." "Apart from leaving me to cry while Big Frank shafted her behind the curtain." " Harsh words for a UN soldier." " A what?" "Harsh words for a UN soldier." "The UN?" "A bunch of peace-loving faggots." "I'm not UN, mate." " But your mum says..." " Stop calling her my mum." "Fucking hell, they're coming." "Poul?" "Poul?" "Poul?" "Wrap them up and burn them." "This one is still alive." "He's just a boy." "He's just a dead boy." "Now burn the niggers." "Your son works for South Africans who control the diamond mines in Sierra Leone." "His job is to shoot the locals if they approach their own mines." "He doesn't give a toss if you die." "You have lived off other people's money all your life." "Your son has thousands of lives on his conscience." "If he's got one." "That's the first thing to go if kids are completely neglected." "What can I say?" "No!" "No!" "Thank you for coming in at such short notice." "Major Andersen... and our observer, Folke Rasmussen, M. P., Soc Dem." "The Bishop of Roskilde, William Andersen." " What are we doing here?" " And his wife, Inge Wilken." "Consultant gynaecologist, the University Hospital." "Shall we?" "Do come in." " What are we doing here?" " You've lost me, too." "We'll put that right straight away." "Come in." "What the fuck's all this?" "Who's that?" "Yes, who's this?" "Your daughter..." "what was her name?" "What are you on about?" "You're speechless... isn't this your daughter?" "Sidse Wilken Andersen..." "You just can't take it that I am not this Sidse slag." "OK, I have heard of Sidse and her shitty group." "It's her fault we're going to die." "Because she wrote those Copenhagen Criteria." "It's her fault." "Then she got cold feet, and now she wants to save us all." "I tell you I am not that stupid cow." "Get it?" "My name's Belinda." "Get that into your pea brain." "Sidse Wilken Andersen, justice ministry civil servant." "As a joke, she drew up the New Copenhagen Criteria." "Perhaps she sorted the state databases according to the criteria." "It amazed her what a small proportion of the population cost us all our money." "She showed the results to colleagues." "And from that moment, it was out of her hands." "Appalled by what she had done, she started Mandela, a group of good Samaritans to save the people she had condemned to death." "She risked her life to rescue the ones on our lists." "But there were too many." "It took too long." "So she started assuming the IDs of women her own age whom she knew would be picked up at some stage." "And here she is." "Sidse Wilken Andersen, Folke." "It sounds rather fantastic." "Is she really your daughter?" "It's hard to imagine..." "What?" "Inge, isn't this your daughter?" "No." "You do realize that your answers may cost her her life?" "Unless I can persuade Folke that this is Sidse, she'll die." "See, they're not my mum and dad." "I am in doubt, Christian." "I quite understand." "You don't often hear parents condemn their children to death." "It is very tiring to hear you of all people talk with such concern about condemning people to death." "The people out there in that hell on earth of yours!" "Your hell on earth." "You and your friends created it, not me." "For decades, you have done them the worst disfavour anyone can do." "You've decided they can't speak for themselves." " They give us our humanity." " For God's sake!" "So they have to live their wretched lives just so you can keep your humanity?" "You coward!" "The Bible is full of divine intervention to ensure the survival of the species." "The banishment from the Garden of Eden, the Fall, Sodom and Gomorra." "The ten plagues of Egypt." "The list is endless." "What Sidse wrote was just the Seven Deadly Sins, the Ten Commandments and Jesus' words translated into practical terms." "It's in the Bible!" "Kill them!" "Kill anyone who only lives on charity and the way the third world slaves 17 hours a day for three bowls of rice to make the crap that is these people's only nourishment." "Kill them." " God will surely find His own." " And you are not among them." "The last two, China and Melanie..." "To observe the 24-hour rule we must process them now." "Folke, we'll interview them next door." "Perhaps this trio will see sense in the meanwhile." "Just look at you!" "Come on, Folke." "Sidse!" "My darling girl..." "Is it true?" "Did you write them?" "Yes." "How could you?" "Sidse?" "I don't know, Daddy." "It wasn't meant to be like this." "But we're putting up a fight." "Tonight the first ship sails with refugees for Africa." "And I've managed to get loads and loads out of here." "But there are so many." "And they're executing them." "Yes, many are dying." "But I really am trying." "Daddy?" "Get out of my way!" "You must tell him who you are." "I am their only hope." "But you'll die." "And that won't help them." "I saw the priest leave." "For fuck's sake, Folke!" "The French anemone doesn't belong among the flora danica." "Use your head, man!" "They're no fools." "China is an expert on flowers." "Flowers?" "Come in." " Take Sidse back." " Belinda, you mean." "Christian..." "You very much want to set Belinda free, don't you?" "Perhaps we could..." "how shall I put it..." " Perhaps we could swap?" " Swap?" "You set one free and I'll set one free." "Who do you want to set free, Folke?" " The mother." " Gerda?" "No!" "For heaven's sake no!" "That disgusting old cow!" "No." "Nancy." " No." " Then I can't imagine "Sidse"..." "This isn't a market, Folke." "We don't deal in souls." "It's none of your perverted political horse trading." " Christian, be sensible." " I am being sensible." "I am the only one here with any sense left." "Of course you are." "I just thought that if we could talk to her again, perhaps we could find some reason to let her go." "Is that what you thought?" "I am letting you go." "Come on in." "Christian will be back in a minute." " We have something to say." " No, you mustn't say any more." "I have something to say to you, too." "Perhaps while Christian isn't here." "Sit down." "Nancy, have you ever wondered what happened to your baby?" "Yes." "Loads of times." "I'm always wondering how it turned out." " Have you ever tried to find out?" " But you can't." "Only the kid can." "It is about time the truth came out." "And the truth..." " Right then." "Let's finish off!" " We were talking about the truth." "The truth?" "How interesting!" "Folke seems to see depths in you that completely evade me." "So do tell." " Yes." " Sit down, John." "We grew up near a tiny village." "In the country, right?" " And?" " Our dad wasn't exactly..." " Your wretched origins won't help." " Let her finish, damn it!" "Thank you." "We lived on a farm, and Mum and Dad weren't around much." "We looked after ourselves." "Right, John?" "Yes..." "We had a younger sister." "But she's dead now." "But back then, we looked after her." "We were a kind of mum and dad to her." "So it was only natural that we began sleeping together." " Shut up, Nancy!" " I got pregnant." " At first we didn't tell anyone." " Shut up!" "Go on." "But my belly swelled." "And it was too late for an abortion." "We lied, of course, and said it was someone I'd bumped into." " I don't follow..." " My God!" " John's the father!" " What?" "Do you see now?" "The sight of the baby revolted me." "I looked for defects." "His eyes were weird." "His legs were too short." "His nose was too long." "He reminded us of everything you'd done wrong." "But then I thought:" ""He's a sweet kid." "He's got arms and legs." ""Maybe someone out there will be able to love him."" "I couldn't." "It was simply so disgusting." "Nancy, take it easy, OK?" "But it's something, right?" "Isn't it, Mr. Folke?" " I just wanted the best for the kid." " Yes." "It is something." "You saved a baby from loveless childhood." "Folke!" "What are you doing?" "You are dreadful, dreadful people." "I understand you less and less." "I am a degenerate!" " You're certainly clumsy." " My goodness... is it you?" "Dreadful, dreadful people." " Look what you've done to me!" " John, say hello to your son." "A real family get-together!" "Bloody hell!" "I knew you had a hidden agenda." " I want to go home." " Quite possibly." "But the observers also have to attend the executions." "You volunteered." "It's an important job." "You knew your mother was here;" "that was why you came." "Let's go and check the lists." " The lists?" " To decide who goes free." "None of them." "They're animals." "Kill them all!" "Let's see." "Come on." " All clear?" " All clear." "I shall now deliver the verdicts." "Hans Peter Hansen, a.k.a. China, you are sentenced to death." "I didn't know your name was Hans Peter." "John Frandsen." "Yes." "You are sentenced to death." "Melanie Jensen Hansen." " Yes." " You are sentenced to death." " Now it's my turn." " Stop crying." "Nobody's to cry." "Gerda Larsen." "You are sentenced to death." "Ole Høgh Pedersen." "Oh no." "Nancy Frandsen." " Yes." " You are sentenced to death." "And Belinda Jacobsen." "You are sentenced to death." " You will be fetched at dawn." " Thanks a bunch." " It's just like that film, man." " About the skyscraper?" "No, these dickheads up some mountain." "My dad was mad about it." " What was it about?" " Dickheads up a mountain." "A kind of fort." "They ended up there on the run." "The enemy built a mega-fucking ramp to reach them." "Then on their last night, they all killed themselves." "You lot think you can get to us because you're the biggest." "But you have no say at all." "They slit their wrists." "Men, women, kids, they all died." " What are you saying?" " He's mad." " I'm not mad." " You mean do like they did?" "No." "There must be a way out." "Maybe they'll change their minds." "We're going to die." "Will we get gravestones?" "Yes, the funeral is the same as any other." " Beautiful." " We'll just die, China." "No!" "All our lives, we've been nothing but shit." "But today... we're going to show up on equal terms with the others." "And how?" "Go on, tell me!" "You know how!" "By taking our own lives before they do." " It's pathetic." " It's brilliant." " I don't want to die." " This is mad." "Say something, Sidse." "She's said enough." "This is about us." "The others always told us what to do because we didn't know." ""Stand over there, China." "No, not there."" "Whack, and on I went to my next beating." ""Do this, be that!" "Up yours!"" "But we just didn't have." "They couldn't see it." " We just couldn't fucking do it." " You're right, China." ""Why are you worthless?"" ""Duh..."" ""We don't know."" ""OK, in that case, you'll have to die."" "What?" "Die!" "Eh, John?" "Do we have to die?" " No." "Like heck we do." " Like heck we do." " We're going to live." " But we're going to die." "I don't get it." "Any of it." "Would you do it, too, Sidse, if it was you?" "My name's not fucking Sidse." "Are you with us, Belinda?" "Belinda's on top." "Is everyone in?" "I'm in." "Fuck them." "Me, too." " How about it, John?" " Yes." "What?" "I'm in." "And Gerda?" "Are you?" "OK." "But only because I don't want to be left here alone for two hours." "China!" "We must leave them a letter." "To tell them what it signifies, why we're doing it." " And that we get the last laugh." " A farewell letter." "A farewell letter." "Who's going to write it?" "Sidse, you write it." "Belinda, I mean." "This is how it'll start." ""To the world..."" " Are you ready?" " Yes." "You haven't changed your mind regarding Sidse and your mother?" "My mother is Mette Rasmussen." "She brought me up." "Shall we go?" "On the count of three." "Ready?" "Yes." "1, 2, 3..." "Sailing up the river" "Sailing down again" "Wasn't that just a lovely song" "Amazing how we get along" "Sailing up the river" "Sailing down again" "Wasn't that just a lovely song" "Amazing how we get along" "Up the river..." "OK... who's going to jump first?" " Me." " No, you've got to read the letter." " Right." "Belinda reads the letter." " And then you jump?" "Yes, Belinda reads and then she jumps." " Promise?" " Cross my heart and hope to die." " OK, I'll jump." " No!" "Wait!" "Wait!" "Let's go at the same time." " China?" " OK." " China, count to three." " When I say "now." Ready?" " Ready?" " Yep." "OK." "Yep." "1, 2, 3, now." "OK, Gerda." "Are you up for it?" "I don't want to!" "I don't want to!" "I just want to get over all this." "I want to make up for everything." "I want to go home." "Think of something else." "Close your eyes." "Close your eyes!" "Think of..." "Fuck it, man!" "Think of pizza." "Jump!" "Well, then Belinda pussy, it's Chinaboy's turn." "Heck..." "I'm starting to sweat after all." "I'd better jump." " Goodbye." " No, wait." "You're all right." "Shut the fuck up, you fat cow." "They're coming." "You'll never get me!" "Stop!" "Don't move!" "Don't come any closer!" "Belinda has something to say." ""To the world:" ""When you read this letter, we will all be gone." ""Because we tricked you." ""We want to say two things." ""Do unto others as you would do unto him." ""And hell Hitler."" "No!" "No!" "Mummy!" "I am so sorry." "This is intolerable." "It's a bloody opera." "You..." "You monster." "That'll do." "Run along home, Folke." "It's got to stop." "I will put a stop to it." "Out of my way." "That's an order." " What do you intend to do?" " Set up a parliamentary committee." " The next lot is waiting outside." " Just take the lads with you." "It's gone too far." "This wasn't the idea." "Perhaps it's a good thing if it ends here." "What's the idea?" "You're mad." "You'll cost the state a fortune when your hereditary defects break out." "Folke, it's only a matter of time." "Folke!" "For fuck's sake..." "Folke." "Folke, come along." "Folke, your mum and dad died rather more stylishly." "Apparently, it only gets worse the more degenerate you are..." "Folke..." "Wow!" "See?" "It isn't that difficult." "Christian is getting the last ones sorted." "He'll be out in a minute." "What are we doing here?" "Shut up and stay in two lines." "What are you at, you fucking dickhead?" " Hi there!" " Hi." "Hey, we've arrived!" "We're in Africa!" "Look!" "Africa's just over there!" "Come on!" "Be a bit sociable!" "Africa." "English subtitles:" "Jonathan Sydenham" "Subtitle processing:" "Vision Globale"