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You say that about my faith?

Do you know the difference

between my faith and yours?

You believe Christianity is being

mournful and torturing yourself.

I believe Christianity means

the enhancement of life.

My faith makes me rejoice in life.

Your faith merely makes you

long for death.

My faith is the warmth of life.

Your faith is the chill of death.

Anders.

One day it will dawn on you that

we were seeking the true light.

What are you really seeking?

God, and nothing else.

It sounds good,

but we regard you as being

neither believers nor converted.

So in my judgement...

- In your judgement?

- You are lost souls.

In Peter the tailor's judgement

we are all going to hell.

Anders! Anders!

- Yes, father?

- We're going home.

- Shan't I have Anne, then?

- No.

And I say yes.

Devil take it if I have to

drag her out of this penitentiary.

- Come, Anders.

- Father...

We're going now!

And good night!

Oh, Morten, can't you see

you are incurring God's wrath?

I won't listen to your wittering.

It's the Lord you must listen to.

You must be tried still further.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, it is.

No, not yet.

They're just leaving.

Well...

I see.

Well.

Good night.

I hope she feels better soon.

Who did you hope

would feel better soon?

Indeed, indeed.

- We live in a world of miracles.

- What do you mean?

Just as I say you must be tried

still further,

- Mikkel rings up...

- And what?

...and says that

Inger is seriously ill.

Inger?

- It must be the child.

- No.

- Something extraordinary.

- I'd better hurry.

This time I hope the Lord

will reach your heart,

however hard he smites.

What are you saying?

God help me, you stand there

wanting my daughter-in-law to die.

If there is no other way, yes,

I wish it in the name of Jesus.

- You do, do you?

- Don't!

- There's only one answer to that!

- No, stop it.

- Calm down, father.

- I have witnesses.

The great Morten!

Do you deny others the right to exist?

- Go to hell!

- No, I won't block your entrance.

You landowner lout!

- Is she having contractions?

- She certainly is.

Inger..

It's time for the anaesthetics.

Borgen, hold the lamp.

What has happened?

It's nothing.

She'll come round soon.

- How's her pulse?

- Not too good.

Remove the mask.

Come and help me.

Take the heartbeat.

It's rapid.

- Is the child still alive?

- Yes, so far.

But we haven't finished yet.

- Will my wife be all right?

- Keep quiet.

Hold the lamp nearer.

Put the lamp down.

And get me a tub.

How big? That size?

How is it going?

Karen, fetch the little wooden tub

my wife bought last week.

So the doctor's here.

What about the midwife?

They're both here.

- Anything wrong with the child?

- It was in the wrong position.

- And Inger?

- If she is saved, we can be thankful.

Here you go.

Is it serious, father?

We two, Anders,

are going to have a busy night.

- Are we?

- Yes.

- Praying.

- Yes, father. For Anne and for Inger.

For Inger.

Anne, we can manage that ourselves.

Now go and lie down,

and put your trust in God.

Won't we pray together, father?

My boy, when it's

something really important,

I prefer to pray alone.

Though, of course, it's always

the Lord's will that is done.

Then came the Lord Himself,

with His scythe and His hourglass.

All right, Johannes.

Why art thou afraid,

thou man of little faith?

For I am not yet ascended to my Father.

Hold your tongue, Johannes.

And in His own country.

He did not many mighty works,

because of their unbelief.

Go to your room.

Go to bed.

Well, Mikkel?

The child has arrived.

Was it a boy,

as Inger promised me?

Yes, it was a boy.

You see, the Lord is...

He's lying in the tub, in four pieces.

Mikkel.

If only you could pray to God.

You can do that, father.

What are you on about now,

Johannes?

Did you not see him?

- Who?

- The Lord?

The Lord...

The man with the hourglass and scythe.

He went with the child.

If you had believed in me,

this would not have happened.

Now I can do nothing.

Oh God!

Oh God!

Oh God!

How great must thy need be,

before thou hearest me?

Dear Johannes,

if you want to make your father happy,

go to your room.

Look.

Look.

What should I see?

Can you see him?

There he is.

Who?

The man with the scythe.

He's come back, to fetch Inger.

Will you be quiet?

Do you still reject me?

Johannes. Johannes...

No, no...

This is madness.

Yet what is madness

and what is sanity?

Now you draw nigh to God.

One word only,

it will cost you but one word.

No! No!

No! Go away!

They seek to gather grapes of thorns.

The vine they pass by.

Go to your room!

You are driving me insane, too.

Grandfather!

Not in bed, Maren?

- Yes, I am.

- But...

- You shouted so loud, grandfather.

- Oh...

- I woke you?

- Yes, because we've been moved.

- You've been moved?

- Our bed is in your room.

- Do you know why?

- No.

Because we're going to have

a little brother.

Who told you that?

- Mummy.

- Oh.

And were you glad?

Well, I wanted a little sister,

but mummy said

she'd promised you a little brother.

She said that?

Yes, and do you know what?

Now she's very ill.

Yes.

That's why our Lord decided

the little boy won't come this time.

- Did He?

- Yes.

Now you can go and ask our Lord

to make mother better again.

- Yes, but He's not going to.

- Isn't He?

No, because she's going to die tonight.

She's going to do what?

That's what uncle says,

and then He's going to raise her

from the dead, like the Bible man.

- What's all this nonsense?

- It's what uncle says.

But now you must go and

snuggle down in bed, little Maren.

- Yes, grandfather.

- Good night.

- Good night, grandfather.

- My dear.

I can't bear it in there.

Have courage.

- I see how it will end.

- End?

Father, I don't think

I can bear to lose her.

You're not going to lose her.

God will...

- Father.

- Yes?

- If Inger dies...

- Mikkel.

...promise you'll see

Anders and Anne married,

so the girls have a home.

Almighty God, it mustn't happen.

Don't take Inger from us.

Let's go in to her.

I'll come with you.

How strong you are,

dear old father.

Yes, but I'm holding God's hand,

you see.

Come.

Uncle, will mummy die soon?

Do you want her to?

Yes, because you'll raise her

from the dead.

I dare say it will come to nothing.

Why?

The others won't let me.

But what about mummy, then?

Your mother will go to heaven.

But I don't want that at all.

Little girl,

you don't know what it is

to have a mother in heaven.

Better than having her on earth?

You know it is.

Nonsense!

If we get hurt,

we'll have no mother to care for us.

Nobody can hurt a child

whose mother is in heaven.

When your mother is dead,

she will be with you always.

But she is when she's alive.

Yes.

But then she is very busy.

Yes.

She must milk the cows

and do the housework.

- The dead don't have to do that.

- Yes.

Still, I'd rather you raised her

from the dead, uncle.

- You would?

- Yes, because then we can keep her.

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