Heaven sent
To someone like you
To someone like Hodder
To someone like me
You wouldn't believe it -
- but it all started when I put up a poster.
Just a sheet from dad's car poster.
That's how it started.
My name is Hodder Emanuel Jacobsen.
I'm an ordinary boy who lives with his dad.
Nice work, Hodder.
I think it looks like a flower.
It's a fairy.
Or a bird, maybe. - No, a fairy.
Right, then.
Right on, team! - Right on, team!
We have no mum. That's to say dad has no wife -
- so of course I've no mum either.
Dad puts up posters at night.
Car posters, travel posters, all kinds of posters.
I can hear his motorbike long after he's turned the corner.
I like rum whirls.
I eat the outside in the daytime -
- and save the middle bit for the night.
Inside we're all the same.
The same way as on the outside we're all so different. Eh, Hodder?
Inside we're all the same, Miss Asta K.
Yes! And the fascinating thing -
- is that every single organ has it's own job to do...
On the outside we're different, but inside we're all the same.
Me, and Filip who can tackle so your bones sing, -
- and Alex, who's got style... We've all got hearts, lungs, kidneys.
Even Kamma from Iceland.
Look! - No, Kamma Gudmundsdottír!
This is what a sheep's kidney really looks like.
We eat them raw in Iceland. - Put it back into your lunch box!
That's the way it is. That's what's so strange about us.
Having to sit next to you, Hodder... I was born under an unlucky star.
And I was born in hospital.
I came into the world with my navel wound seven times round my neck.
The midwife said I was destined for greatness.
What are you at now, Hodder?
Just getting hold of this. - Wow!
Hodder's rescued a conker! Filip, come on!
Not that I mind the others. I just prefer walking home alone.
Of course that's what I've got used to.
Learn anything at school today? - Yes. That we must learn to cope.
Within and without.
Yes, that's always useful.
One thing at a time, though.
Look, I'm 50 øre short. I've been told new prices.
Bring it next time, then.
There she sits, waiting. You never know where love will strike, -
- she once told me.
Know what I was thinking? How about a new kitchen?
We could do with some bright, new colours.
Whoops! Out with the old and in with the new!
You didn't think I dared, eh? Just look at that wallpaper...
My goodness! OK, then...
There. - You didn't stick that up very well.
I think your mother put it up.
How about a new wife?
In a moment dad will say he needs a thinking break.
We both need a thinking break, eh? Hodder?
I'm sure he'd like a new wife.
But he works while all the possibilities are asleep.
SLEEP YOUR WAY TO DREAMLAND
Stop the car here and don't run all those kids over!
Don't talk to me like that, OK?
No harm in your son hearing how we're getting on.
Drive on... - Don't shout at Filip.
Get out, Filip. Remember your school bag.
Don't slam the door. Drive on!
Hi, Filip...
Now for a really interesting gland. The pancreas is a gland -
- that produces a secretion that enables us to digest -
- our food. And another thing...
Kamma, put that thing back into your bag, it isn't lunchtime...
I just wanted to demonstrate digestion.
This is an ordinary bit of food that we eat in Iceland.
Smoked sheep's brain.
Do you feel ill, Miss Asta K?
OK, we know who to thank for that.
It's like that in any class. One person always gets the blame.
In my class it happens to be... me.
Hodder... as usual.
We come here to learn and we can't do that if you hold up our lessons.
So go and tell her you're sorry. Show you've got style.
Go on!
Miss Asta K? - What are you doing out here?
It's lesson time.
Is something the matter?
Have you something to say?
Yes. You smell.
You smell nice.
"You smell"? Is that what you said? Is that what it says?
All I said was that she smelled.
You should probably have said you liked her scent.
I did say she smelled nice. But it only made her crosser.
Women are sometimes hard to work out.
She smelled nice, did she? - Nothing wrong with her smell.
Interested? - Get out of those wet clothes.
Or you'll catch a cold.
Hodder?
Hodder Emanuel Jacobsen?
Hodder you have been chosen. To save the world.
Would you mind coming back another day?
You are the Chosen One. You must save the world.
But I live on my own with dad. Ask Filip from school instead.
He's much stronger than me. And he's got a dad and a mum.
But you are the Chosen One. It's you who must save the world.
Hodder Emanuel Jacobsen.
Where have you gone?
If you weren't asleep -
- I'd tell you a fairy came to see me in the night... See you. Dad.
Hi, Filip. Know what happened last night?
Aren't you going to school? - Of course I am.
Go on then! Get a move on, Hodder!
OK? Go on! - If you drive I'll walk.
Behave like a grown up in front of your son.
Coming, Filip? Or are you going to walk, too?
I'm coming, mum.
Not a word about this to anyone. - About what?
Hey, Filip? I didn't tell you what happened last night.
A fairy? Could she talk?
Oh, yes. She told me I had to save the world.
And that I was the Chosen One. She said my whole name.
Hodder Emanuel Jacobsen.
Come on, Hodder. Sit down, will you?
It was a very strange night.
I could smell her perfume all the way to the staff room.
If I ever get a new mum I'll give her a 10 litre can of that perfume.
STAFF ROOM
Excuse me? - Hodder?
Can I ask you something? - About the fairy?
Hodder says a fairy came to him last night.
No, I just wanted to ask you about your perfume.
My perfume?
Yes. What's it called?
Hodder, I'd better have a word with you.
Hodder, last week you asked me if I was Ionely on Sundays.
And of course I'm not. - No, of course not.
You also asked me if I'd had my gall stones out.
Yes. - Yes. As regards my perfume, -
- I consider it absolutely my own business.
It's of no concern to anybody, let alone a pupil.
So from now on, Hodder, no more peculiar questions, eh?
No more. In fact, in future don't say anything at all.
Not a word. Understand?
Not a word, Hodder.
OK, Miss Asta K.
Hey!
I'm sorry if I was a bit harsh.
My perfume's none of your business.
But if you must know, it's called Harem Dreams.
Harem Dreams? - Yes.
I once saw it on a silly poster at the airport.
I like the way ladies smell.
Harem Dreams. They're English words. Harem Dreams.
What are harem dreams?
Harems are things they have in Arabia.
Arabs are allowed to have lots of wives.
And the place where the wives live is called a harem.
Anything else you'd like to know?
Would you like to be one of the wives?
No! Goodness me, no!
That will do. Come on!
I think my dad would like it. - Really.
It smells like... rum whirl.
Sorry, wrong wrist.
It's called Harem Dreams. It means a kitchen with lots of women in.
Well, it does smell of women, it certainly does.
A bit cloying... I don't think I could get used to it, Hodder.
Asta K would like to be part of a harem and work in the kitchen.
I'm sure she would, but I think we'll take a perfume break, all right?
OK?
MUM Hi, mum, happy birthday.
We're fine. Dad's started doing the kitchen.
I don't think it'll take long now.
And apparently I've got to save the world.
A fairy came. A real, live fairy.
With wings and all.
Come on, Hodder, we're going.
We've only just got here. I haven't finished.
Yes, but we're going. Come on.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk to you; he misses you.
Bye, mum. See you.
Hodder, you haven't saved the world yet; why not?
I can't. The world is much too big -
- and nobody at school believes me.
They'll believe you. I promise.
You do? - The world isn't too big for you.
You'll manage.
How?
You are the Chosen One. - In that case tell me how!
How?
Hodder?
Dad?
Yes? - How would you save the world?
Goodness, that's a bit of a mouthful.
Have you got to save the world, then?
Yes, I think so. That's what the fairy said.
Oh, yes. The fairy.
First I'd probably mount an expedition.
Made up of good mates of mine.
But first of all I'd get some sleep.
The fairy came back, Big Mac Johnson.
She kept saying I was the Chosen One.
The fairy should ask Filip. He's already very chosen.
Filip, do you fancy helping to save the world?
How about acting normal? Just a piece of advice.
It's a shame they can't be friends. - Who?
Your mum and dad.
I can't stand walking along with you.
Did you hear me? So why don't you go?
I am. Sorry, Filip.
I'd only meant to ask him to save the world.
Save the world? Well, I'll be... Not exactly easy, eh?
No. It's a bit of a mouthful.
If it was me I'd start in a small way.
Yes. A small way.
You still owe me 50 øre.
Hey, fairy! Are you there?
Hey!
The world is much too big. Even Denmark.
Can't I start in a small way?
If you're not here in 10 seconds I'll...
...take it that that's OK.
1, 2, 3, -
- 4, 5, 6, -
- 7, 8, 9, -
- 10.
Right. I'll assume it's OK.
Guambilua...
Guambilua.
Guambilua. The smallest populated island in the Indian Ocean.
The inhabitants live on fish.
They believe that one day a great man will come to save them.
Dear Guambilua, -
- I'm not quite in our school photo -
- because they made me hold the sign.
So I'm sending you my boots.
When you see them walk up you'll know salvation is nigh.
Watch out for my boots.
Fly, plane, fly to Guambilua!
What are you doing out so late?
I'm sorry, but I was just sending this to Guambilua.
Come over here.
She has a lovely voice. Like in the ads. Like a film star.
What's your name? - Hodder Emanuel Jacobsen.
My name's Lola. Hi, Hodder.
Lola? Is that all?
Lola... the lady without a surname. - Do your parents mind?
Your being out in the middle of the night?
I'm at home alone.
My mum died when I was three.
And dad puts posters up at night.
A fairy has told me I've got to save the world.
I'm starting with Guambilua.
I'll go with you to...
Guambilua. - Guambilua...
If you promise me a window seat and a few cool dudes, I'm in.
I know some cool dudes. Filip and Alex.
But I don't know if they'll come. - No harm in asking.
P.S. I am mounting an expedition.
Second time lucky.
Hey, Alex?
Want to come on an expedition? - What expedition?
To Guambilua. They're waiting for a saviour.
Hi, Alex, have you heard about Filip's mum and dad?
Why should we care?
Hey! Before we go, we'll hear the result of the class poll.
Kamma was kind enough to count the votes.
Thank you, Alex. I have counted and I have counted.
I may say it was a tough contest.
We'll start with The Strongest Pupil of the Year.
It was Filip! Filip, will you come up here for your prize?
Well done! - Thank you.
And now for the Brainiest Pupil of the Year.
The winner...
Right on, team...
And tonight there's a dessert. - Is there?
I won a bag of acid drops. In the class contest.
I didn't know there was one. - For "standing out".
So I won this.
It's great. Well done! - Thanks.
Alex was the brainiest and Filip was the strongest.
And what were you? The most imaginative?
No, the ugliest.
The ugliest?
Yes. I got the same prize as the others.
You're not ugly, Hodder.
Calling you ugly is just plain stupid.
Do you think they're done? - Know what?
I reckon you should help me put posters up tonight.
Heaven sent
To a boy like you
To a boy like Hodder
To a boy like me
Heaven sent to everyone
Who could do
With a little wishing fairy
A little wishful dream
A little wishing fairy
To go with us on our way
A little wishing fairy
A little wishful dream
A little wishing fairy
To go with us on our way
And looks down from where
Fairies flutter 'midst the moon clouds
Till evening comes And love winks
When we see it right in front of us
And it's Heaven sent
HEAVEN SENT
Thanks... that was the last acid drop.
Can you fly to Guambilua?
Where exactly is Guambilua?
Far out to sea.
If they've got a runway, yes.
Or you could just drive.
You can't drive on water.
You can when it's silver.
Silver? - It means the sea is thinking.
And when the sea is thinking the wind drops.
Everything is still.
And then you can drive across it.
At other times -
- it's green.
That means it's sad.
Green?
Yes. And at other times the sea is... blue.
And we all dream.
Dream, Hodder!
What are you dreaming? - That I get a car like that.
And mount an expedition. And drive on water.
Hodder?
I think she's really pretty. Your mum.
And know what? You're just as good-Iooking.
In a few years nobody will dare call you ugly.
No more free acid drops, then. - Yes. That's true.
No more free acid drops.
Get him, Filip! Get him, Bo! Get him, Filip! Get him, Bo!
Stop it at once!
Come with me. - Let go!
Straight to the headmaster. - It was just as much him.
Headmaster - school psychologist
I don't want to talk to anyone. - Nor do I.
He'd better not give me grief. - No.
He said mum and dad were splitting up.
Did you sneak, Hodder?
Are you the one who sneaked? - No.
If I ever find out you did, I'll beat you up.
My mum and dad aren't splitting up and you know it.
What did you want? - To ask you on an expedition.
Where to?
Guambilua, the smallest island in the world.
Have you no friends at all? - I've a few.
Who? - Lola, for example.
Nobody else? - Then there's my dad.
But he doesn't really count, does he, Filip?
Want to come?
OK, Hodder.
If you tell the headmaster it was you who was fighting.
See you.
You are weird.
What are you doing here? - I've been fighting.
I'd never have expected that from you, Hodder.
Jolly good! Let them have it! Oh, no...
I'd better write a note for you to take home.
And Filip says he'll come? - Yes.
Stay here and count to 500. Then come out.
OK, Alex.
Remember... 500!
OK.
Come here!
Come on!
Me and Filip will go on your expedition.
But who else is going? - Someone called Lola.
Who's Lola? - A pretty lady who likes cool dudes.
How long will it take? - Roughly?
I think we can do it in a week. - We'll meet to plan it.
OK. - Tomorrow at 3? At Hodder's?
Can you make it, Hodder? - Yes, of course.
Make a good supply of rum clusters. Remember the ones on his birthday?
Tomorrow at 3. At Hodder's.
See you, Hodder.
The expedition... Lola, Hodder, Filip, Alex.
Remember: Rope, torch, compass, mosquito repellent, -
- sensible clothes.
Hi. Lola! - Hi!
How are you doing? - I've got some cool dudes.
We've got a meeting tomorrow at 3. Coming?
I don't think I can make it. But say hi to the others.