R.I.P. Henry (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Your Body Loves You - full transcript

Welcome...

to Amberlake Retreat.

Here, miracles do happen,

and we can help you
overcome death.

The power of belief is...
It's almost everything.

Your body loves you.
It loves you unconditionally.

It doesn't matter how long
you've been sick. You can heal.

The symptoms are
brilliantly intelligent...

-What are you doing?
-...in waking us up.

This life is...

I didn't know you believed
in things like that.



It's just bullshit.

You know that.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit...

Shut up.

For some of us to wake up,
we need a wake-up call.

The right side
of my body was paralysed.

-I have a brain tumour.
-So it was stage four.

And that was a shocker.

I had never heard of anyone
living from stage four.

In a way, we have more faith
in the power of cancer to kill us

than we have faith
in the power of miracles.

The power
of infinite possibilities.

If someone says there's
a less than one percent chance

of recovering from the cancer
you have, why couldn't it be you?



I thought you were scared of flying.

We have to hurry.

-Can't we just stay here?
-Hurry up.

-Can't we stay here? Hey...
-We really have to get going.

-Can't we just stay here?
-No!

Okay, then.

You're not here.

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

Oh, goddamn!

Let's say it is
Munchausen by proxy.

Okay. Now we're talking.

The signs of that are that the next
of kin who makes the patient sick

trusts the doctors blindly

and fully enters
the self-sacrificial role.

-So far, everything fits perfectly.
-No. Ellen wants him to get well.

-And she doubts us all the time.
-Yeah, but...

You know what?
I'm willing to bet on it.

If I'm right, I get the money,

and if it turns out that I'm wrong,
I'll take you out to a nice dinner.

You and me.

That's a really bad deal for me.

Yeah, okay.

What about this?
If I help you solve the riddle

and it turns out
that it's Munchausen by proxy,

we'll split the money.

Okay, and if it's not Munchausen,
I get all the money and a dinner.

Okay. It's a deal.

Hello, brave ones.

Welcome to Amberlake
Holistic Retreat.

It is really good
to have you here with us.

Thank you for coming.

I'm Martha.

And I'm deeply honoured
to be your guide on this journey.

So, did you have a good trip?

Yeah. I just got
a little nauseous, that's all.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Are you feeling better now?

Yeah.

We do have
some herbal mixtures for that.

I can have them sent to you.

This is you.

Yeah.

There's no televisions
or computers around here. We have...

binoculars instead.

Yeah.

And here's the programme.

We start tomorrow
at seven with meditation.

Okay.

And the minibar?

-Right there.
-Okay.

Thank you.

I read your medical report.
I think you should sleep with this.

What's that?

It'll help me read your thoughts.

I'm joking.
It's a magnetic headband.

It changes the signal to the nerve
to release neurotransmitters.

Helps with the pain.

Okay.

A magnetic headband?

Good night, Henry.

I'll see you at seven.
And welcome again.

Just give us a chance.

Give yourself a chance.

PROGRAM

YOUR BODY LOVES YOU!

Good. Everyone's here now.

You are our new fighters.

This is a group of people who,
as you know, are facing

some really,
really tough challenges.

Yeah, we're dying.

Should we start
by introducing ourselves?

It's the first time
for all of you.

Hi, I'm Hannah. I'm from Germany.

I have three kids.

I have leukaemia, and the doctor
says I have four months left.

Okay.

Hi.

My name is Tomas.

I'm Lithuanian.

And... what else can I say?

Probably no more Christmas for me.

Yeah.

Graham. London.

Don't want to talk
about my prognosis.

Christ, we all know
why we're here.

Henry Johnsen.

Glioblastoma.

I have...

one year...

left from now.

All right.

I'm Deborah.

And... I'm from
the posh side of the Milky Way.

And I've got 28 years and 4 months
left to live, approximately.

From today on.

Thank you all for sharing.

Let's start meditating.

After that, you'll all have
a well-deserved,

nutritious and healing breakfast.

Followed by
your individual programmes.

So, let's start.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Stay seated or lie down.
Whatever's best.

Focusing on your breath.

I want you to imagine

you have roots.

Your legs and arms are like roots.

And your roots are like tentacles,

getting longer
and longer and longer,

reaching for the water
and the nutrients and the soil.

You're getting heavier
and heavier.

Excuse me.
Do you have coffee? Black coffee?

Sorry, no coffee.

But we have matcha tea, chaga tea,
celery juice, beetroot juice...

Okay, but it says in the programme
that we can have a coffee enema.

Yes.

So you can have coffee up
your arse, but you can't drink it?

Yes.

Okay. Thank you.

Is this seat taken?

I hate eating alone.

Maybe you can sit somewhere else?

I'm not that good
at talking to strangers.

-That makes you an honest man.
-Okay.

I'm a doctor.

I'm a real doctor.
I'm not like you other freaks here.

I'm only here for the therapy.

For the therapy.

Then you're an idiot.
I'm here to get laid.

Yeah, it's a joke.

There's nothing left down there.

The surgeons refer to it
as "the black hole".

Uterine cancer.

I have got
not even two months left to live.

According to the "real" doctors.

No time to be bored.

-Do you mind if I sit with you?
-Sure.

Thank you.

I want you to begin
to focus on your thoughts.

Thoughts come and go.
We can't control them.

But we can try
to quieten the mind.

Slow the pace of our thoughts.

Turn down the volume of the types
of thoughts we're receiving.

Filter out what's less good

and harness those
that are good for us.

Never underestimate
the power of thoughts.

So, I'd like you to close
your eyes now.

And to start visualising.

Visualise the colour white.

Anything white in nature...

Elisabeth!

No!

Oh, jeez.

Relax.

Breathe.

Find your inner warrior.

You're really tense, my friend.

Feels like you're holding years
and years of deep sorrow in there.

Breathe.

In through the nose.

Out through the mouth.

Breathe.

Since the examinations
haven't led anywhere,

a home visit
might give us some hints.

That sounds like
a really boring plan.

You're here as an interpreter,
nothing more.

Okay? It seems like
they don't really understand me.

What did you say?

-Ha, ha, ha.
-I didn't understand you.

Shut up. Don't joke.

-So, what's your plan?
-To look for poison, of course.

-No! Shut up.
-Yes, obviously. Of course. Hello.

Come on.

There's a shitload of plants.

Maybe she has a stash
of poisonous plants.

Please try to shut the fuck up.

You're very strict right now.

Here's some coffee. There.

And then... Here you go.

-I'm not... I've already eaten.
-Come on.

Did you eat already?
No, help yourself.

-No thanks. Not to be rude, but...
-I'll have one.

Enjoy.

-Delicious.
-Right?

It looks like
you're enjoying yourselves.

-Do you see how good he looks now?
-This is what I'm normally like.

Yes.

-Could I use your bathroom?
-Sure.

-Down the hall and to the right.
-To the left.

-No, it's to the right.
-Yes, yes, yes.

-Not all of it, surely?
-Yes, all of it.

-She wants to hear it.
-Do you have time?

Yes, absolutely.

We're going all the way back
to the 17th century.

This is when the first Samuelsens
arrived in Dimmelsvik

from Northern Trøndelag.

-This was some lady. Right, Ellen?
-Yes.

-You never met her.
-No.

-And there's my father.
-That's your father.

-He also had stomach-aches?
-Yes.

Yes. He died young.
He had stomach cancer.

So that was the cause of the pains.

At that time, they didn't have
the same tests we have now.

We can go further back.
There are lots of photos here.

-Let's see... There's Gunvor.
-Gunvor.

She went
to the vocational school in...

-No, the home economics school.
-Yes, of course.

The home economics school
in Tyssedal. The first class.

So she went there.
And here's my father.

-You knew him.
-He was so handsome.

-Can we borrow this album?
-What do you need it for?

-It's for research.
-Yes, go ahead. By all means.

-Did you find the bathroom?
-Yes.

-I'd love one of those cakes.
-Yes, help yourself.

I haven't had these in ages.

That's wonderful.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Is this a bad time?
-No.

I've just seen Leidar.

It's frustrating, because his father
had some of the same problems.

But he died early,
so they didn't follow it up.

No... It's hard to tell
when they're dead.

Yes, it is, but still...

Has the cash prize
gone to your head?

No, no, no. I'm doing it for them.

And to prove that Odda Hospital can
do something that Haukeland can't.

Right. Okay.

In that case,
it all depends on your skills.

Precisely.

-That's why I'm going to solve it.
-I see.

Where are you?

I'm...

-I'm on a little holiday.
-Oh?

Really?

I thought you said
holidays are for the working class?

Yeah, they are, but you become
what you socialise with.

I just wanted to say hi.

Yeah. Hi.

Enjoy your holiday.

-Thanks. Good luck.
-Thanks.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

Goodbye.

Slowly bring the attention
back to your bodies.

Stretch it with your arms over
your head, and when you're ready...

roll to one side
and come into a seated position.

Take your time.

Henry, are you okay?

Is something bothering you?

I don't know.

Nothing's going to disappear
by you doing your singing

and hugging trees
and oils and magnets.

I mean,
we're all going to die here.

And you know that.

But who's going to complain?
From the grave?

-I'm sorry you feel that way.
-Yeah.

You know you can leave anytime.

This is not for everyone.

And you have
a full money-back guarantee.

Yeah.

You make quite a lot of money
on these people's misery and death.

Hey, come on.

Drop that attitude of yours,
or I'll rip your head off, okay?

You know, if you can't believe,
fuck off! Please!

You know, real therapy works.

Regardless if you believe or not.

Oh, and the treatment
you've gone through

at your "real" hospital
by your "real" doctors,

such as yourself, has it worked?

Or did you
just not believe enough?

Henry.

Hi.

I promise you,
it'll help with the shivering.

And the pain.

We're all desperate, Henry.

I feel you, man.

"Overcome death".

That's what they advertise,
this place.

"Overcome death".

I can tell you this.

I don't want to die knowing...

I ain't tried
all the options open to me.

I have three children.

Six grandchildren.

There are miracles in this world.

Okay...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

See you.

Hey. How are you?

Are you all right?

I can see you.

Oh my God...

I really want to be left alone.

You know, just try
to let go of your safety zone

for a couple of minutes.

Ta-da.

Let's make us some coffee.

Yeah.

Wow.

Thank you so much for this.

Why did you bother to come?

If you don't have
the tiniest belief in this place?

I don't get it.
You could have spent this time

with more fun people than,

you know, a bunch
of other dying people.

We're not that fun.

I find some of you
quite funny, yes.

Is there any chance
this could work?

No.

Sorry.

That's all right.

Are you all right?

Deborah?

Deborah!

-Are you okay?
-No.

You should really go
to the hospital.

I will make
the hotel make a call.

-No, no, no. Absolutely not.
-Okay. I'll use my phone, then.

Don't. No, no.

No more hospitals for me.

Okay?

I'm really fed up with them.

I'm okay. I'm fine here.

You know,
I even feel alive here. Really.

Yeah. It's good.

It is good.

I don't want to die.

I'm not ready.

I've done everything wrong
in my life.

Do you know what I mean?

Oh my God, you don't.

You're such a perfect guy.

Doctor and all.

I get it.

You've done nothing wrong
in your entire life.

Elisabeth?

Elisabeth?

Stay with us.

Henry, you can't be in here now.

We have to get
the baby out. Scalpel!

-Move! Move!
-Henry!

-Henry! Listen to me!
-Go away!

Henry! We have to do
an emergency C-section

and get the baby out,
or Elisabeth won't have a chance.

25, 26, 27, 28...

Move.

Bag! Bag!

-25, 26, 27, 28...
-Scalpel.

-...29, 30...
-Stop!

No! Henry!

-Henry! We'll lose her!
-Move!

Can I... Can I tell you something?

I'm here for you, darling.

My eyes are a bit heavy,
but yeah, I'm listening.

My wife...

When she was in a car crash...

the accident...

I failed.

She was five months pregnant.

And I...

should not have been
in that room with them.

I...

I told them
not to take out the child.

But the right thing to do
would be to take it out.

Elisabeth could be alive
today if... Yeah.

But I wouldn't let them.

I failed.

Me.

Mr Perfect.

I'm not a nice person, Debbie.

I'm not.

Debbie? Hey.

Let's...

Let's go out
and hug some trees, shall we?

Debbie? Hey.

Deborah?

Hey.

So you are Odda's terrorist.

Goddamn.

This is just bullshit.
Everything won't be fine.

I'm so goddamn sick of this place.

This fucking shithole.
I'm not even from here!

-Where are you from?
-I'm from Sunnmøre! You know that!

He was from here. My husband.

He moved to Bergen
many years ago with that fool.

I stayed here because of Susanne.

That's what you do.

But now...

Sometimes,
I think that she hates me.

She'll move away from here
as soon as she can.

So why do you fight
for the hospital?

So that people
who get hurt will survive!

Of course!

And because the people
at the hospital deserve

to have a place to work where
they feel they make a difference.

I... I love my job.
It's the only thing I'm good at.

I don't expect that you or that cunt
Rosmary will understand any of this.

I wish I could just not give a shit
about people, like you.

Only think about myself.

So this is my revenge.

Can I try?

You're right.

This is a fucking shithole.

Thank you.