Mads, can I show you something?
What's up?
Check this out.
What is it?
I think Hans pushed it into my neck right before he died.
I just know it's connected to him.
Okay. Come on.
It was glowing with a blue, flashing light.
Almost like a pulse.
Okay.
Ouch.
Okay. Check it out.
It reacts to blood.
Well, it reacts to organic matter.
Give it to me.
What is that sound?
What are you doing?
The vibrations interact with the light.
Perhaps there is a pattern.
Like a message?
Maybe.
-Can you decipher it? -Not if you keep interrupting.
Shut the door!
-Are you having a party? -No, we're exposing a global conspiracy.
-It covers the entire universe-- -Elvis!
-Yes. -The door.
So you'd better…
Shut the door.
What's up? What are you doing?
Give me a second.
-What's up? -Get out.
-What? -Give me a second! Out.
-Okay. Could you… -Sure.
Come on. Let's go outside.
I need to be able to concentrate, okay?
-Relax. -Shut up. Just come along.
We're going. Come on.
Maybe I should see if that girl's still nearby.
Don't you remember her name?
I really like her.
-That's great. -Sure.
Come on. Hurry up!
I've run it through several algorithms, and it seems pretty clear.
-It's a number combination. -Like a time? Or a date?
-How so? -Maybe somebody's birthday?
A birthday ball. Congratulations.
Could each number represent a letter?
-What if… -Emma, don't.
-Let me explain. -It can be anything.
Outside of time and space.
Exactly. It's outside time and space.
The ball sends a signal,
a sound wave we can't detect, but the microphone can. Listen up. If we…
If we move the mic,
it doesn't detect the signal, but if we point it
exactly in a compass direction of 170 degrees…
170 degrees due south.
That's the direction of the signal.
What's at 170 degrees due south? It's the old sawmill.
Just outside Middelbo.
Cool! That's my boy! Yes!
That's insane!
-Mads, this is so important. -Let's go there.
No.
Elvis and I will go there.
Super. That's the plan.
I need to know why this happened to me.
It didn't happen to you. It happened to us.
And I've decided that Elvis and I check it out first.
Okay?
Sure.
I'll figure something else out.
Lukas?
Hello?
What are you doing here?
I told you to stay away.
Yes, but something happened.
I think you can help.
-What happened? -I found something.
-What? -It's nothing.
What are you doing here?
-Did you bring anyone with you? -No.
Sorry, it's really nothing.
Emma wanted me to see you.
See me?
-He can help. -I'm sorry, but we're wasting your time.
It's nothing. Come on, Emma.
Sorry.
What are you doing? Why are you suddenly here?
-You're ruining-- -When did you meet him?
-After all the stuff with Hans. -How?
-What do you mean? -Who found whom?
Does it matter?
Hans dies in mysterious circumstances and plants a fucking ball in your neck.
Then a new guy shows up offering to help.
He's from Astraeus.
They'll do anything to get our information.
To know what I know.
-How much did you tell him? -Listen to me.
He's one of them. Like Hans.
-Okay. -He was the one at the house.
Can the little choir boy run 300,000 kilometers per second?
Shut up! You think everything's about Astraeus.
And you think everyone's from space, all right?
I'm not just pulling it out of my ass! It's facts, data, and research, okay?
-Why shouldn't I believe him? -Why?
He shows up when you need his help.
He offers to help you understand your current situation.
He lives on the docks like he's fucking Batman.
-Batman lives in a cave. -Yeah, thanks.
It sounds really stupid.
Especially when you put it like that. It's just…
What?
What if I was chosen for a reason?
Why do you think he hid the ball in my neck?
You were chosen because you were there.
Hans needed to get the ball out of the house.
The ball was the letter.
You were the envelope.
Okay?
Let's go see the others before you fuck it up even more.
Frederik.
Where are you going?
I'm going to work.
Give me the ball!
Emma?
Emma.
I can do it.
Emma?
-Sorry, I'll be quick. -No. Could you please come with me?
We're running routine checks on all new shipyard employees.
It's super quick. Then you're free to go again.
What kind of routine check?
This way.
Just a standard health and background check
required by our insurers for all employees.
There you go.
Please take a seat.
Ouch.
Please fill this in.
Put it on the table when you're done.
Okay.
"Briefly describe yourself."
Hi, Mom.
-Hi, honey. -What are you doing?
Where have you been?
Mom, what's going on?
I was just thinking…
You always say that you don't feel you belong here.
That you'd have liked to grow up somewhere else.
Maybe in Copenhagen.
And?
Sit down, please.
I've called a real estate agent.
He's showing us a handful of apartments.
In Copenhagen.
-When? -Tomorrow.
-We can't. -It's not set in stone.
Not yet, but if we like one of them, then…
Mom, I have a job. I have things to do.
But I'd like us to see the apartments.
It'll be good for us.
-I understand if it feels a bit sudden. -A bit?
Yes, but this is what we're doing.
-I don't want to. -That's not up to you--
-I'd like to stay here. -No.
-That's not your decision. -It'll be as I say!
Hi.
No.
-That's cool. -What is?
Just…
You know.
-I've been thinking. -I doubt that.
I have. You're pretty cool too.
I'm not here to talk to you.
That's harsh.
-I'll come over later. -Nope!
Yes!
And it's cool, because I'm not mad.
We are you and we are me.
-You know? -You okay?
-We're talking, Frederik. -Jonas is!
-See you later. -No, you won't.
-Yes, I will. -Get lost.
See you, Pussy Frede.
Hi.
-What's up? -What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
I love motocross.
I texted both of you because…
Frederik, is your car here?
Yes, it's over there.
Let's go.
-Where? -To the sawmill.
-But Mads said he and Elvis-- -Yeah, well, I don't agree.
Frederik and I are going.
-Okay? -Sure.
Are you coming?
Sure.
NO TRESPASSING PRIVATE
Could you move that, Marie?
Sure.
Is this the place?
Yes.
Should we call Mads?
Sure. Great idea. Let's call him and say, "Hi, Mads. We left without you."
Great idea.
-Let's go and have a look. -Wait.
What is it?
I don't know. It's just…
It's completely abandoned.
-Come on. -No.
I'm going.
What?
-You stay here. -Frederik!
He does that shit all the time.
I feel a bit sorry for him.
How so?
You have to tell him.
Tell him what?
That you're not interested.
He's crazy about you.
He doesn't know…
that the two of us…
Marie…
-It wasn't… -No.
What are you doing?
Stay here.
I'll go and find him.
Hi.
Hiya.
What are you doing here?
Why?
This is private property.
It's a road.
Are you alone?
Yes.
It looks that way.
Could you step out of the car, please?
No, thank you.
I think your friend would appreciate it if you came with me.
Come on.
Who are you?
Sit down.
Are there any others here?
-No. -No.
How did you find the place?
We just went for a drive.
We're the furthest place away from the town.
It's fenced off.
Seven signs along the main road state it's private property.
And it's a dead end.
We didn't see them.
Didn't you see them?
-No. -We were looking for a place to screw.
That's all.
We can screw at home. No problem.
-That's what we'll do. -Yes.
Hello?
We've got company. We need to check the area.
We're starting a biodynamic farm.
We're keeping it private and isolated so fools like you don't ruin it.
-Of course. It was a silly thing to do. -Yes.
I'm working with new types of companies.
Very sensitive.
-Do we understand each other? -Completely.
Boring place. No reason to be here.
Great.
Now piss off.
Sure.
Don't let them go.
Your phones.
-Hand them over! -What?
Hand them over!
Stay here.
-Where is she? -She went to find you.
Call Mads.
Yes.
I told you to stay in the car.
This place is fucking spooky.
-Mads speaking. -We fucked up.
We went out there, and now we can't find Emma.
What do you want me to do about it?
Can you track her phone?
Not necessary. She's on her way.
-On her way to you? -Yes.
She called. Hurry up.
She left without us.
No.
-What do you mean she's not here? -You said she was.
-We left without her because of you. -I said she was on her way. She'll come.
Elvis and I were supposed to go out there.
If I didn't get you out, you'd have fucked up.
But we left without her.
She'll turn up.
We have to go back and get her.
You do know she's slept with both of you, right?
What?
She slept with you, Frederik.
And she slept with you, Marie.
First one, then the other. Both of you, all right?
She took advantage of you.
Marie.
This is bigger than any of us.
We're in this together.
We don't have room for people who only think of themselves.
Emma isn't special.
-She's just-- -Just what?
An envelope?
A vessel for Hans to hide the ball in?
Someone you just leave behind?
Because she doesn't care about others.
She's not part of the group.
Touching.
Really touching.
Thanks, guys.
I started that car alarm so you could get out of the house.
But I guess that counts for nothing.
I had the ball planted in my neck.
Not you, Mads.
I was there when Hans died. This is happening to me.
And I'm not going to sit around while you call the shots.
You're fucking everything up for us.
-And Astraeus are ready to-- -Astraeus.
Okay.
Tell us what you saw out there.
You saw something, right?
Tell us! We want to hear it. Okay?
There was nothing.
Fuck you!
Hello?
Are you here?
Hello?
Emma!
Go!
-You have to help me. -What did you find?
-They're after me. Please-- -What did you find?
Show me.
Who are you?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Subtitle translation by: Helle Kaiser-Nielsen