Koning van Katoren

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There still is no clear information

about the king's condition.

Sources inside the palace

confirm the gravity of the situation.

But nobody dares

to give a prognosis.

Push, push.

From all over Katoren

people have flocked together...

in front of the royal palace

in Wiss...

to express their sympathy

with our beloved monarch.

Push.

The mood is subdued.

Yes, that's it.

Expressions of support are also

arriving from neighbouring Eltoren.

Throughout the country

people have stopped working...

as they anxiously wait for news

about our king's condition.

Ah, the chamberlain hasjust

come out, probably with a flare...

which he will light to indicate

that the king has died.

My brother is on TV.

My brother is on TV.

Come on, you twerp.

Gervaas is on TV.

from Decibel to Scaffoldwood

Klaas, congratulations.

You have a beautiful son.

- A son? Wow.

- the kingdom of Katoren

will always remain dear to me

from farm hand to landowner

everyone rejoices to have gained

a king that can be trusted

so devoted

and willing to sacrifice

a king for his people

a people so proud and brave

- Throughout the country...

- You're an uncle. Look here.

- The king is dead.

- Yes, I saw you on TV, brother.

Are you alright?

I'll help you. Tell me what to do.

The flag on the Aloysius Tower

must be lowered.

- The invitations, the funeral...

- Calm down.

- I'll do the flag, then we'll see.

- Alright.

Now say something nice

about my son.

He's beautiful, Klaas.

He looks like his father.

And he's crazy about fireworks.

Look.

- Now go congratulate his mother.

- I've never done this before.

Bye, little boy.

Will you look after Uncle Gervaas?

What's his name?

Stach. His name is Stach.

Keep your eyes on him.

He was born the night

our beloved king died.

So far it's not yet clear

who will succeed the king.

It's still too early to speculate.

We must first wait

for the cabinet council...

to confirm the king's death

officially.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the king is dead.

- Gervaas.

- What?

Maria isn't doing well.

As long as there is

no successor to the throne...

we, as the king's

chief representatives...

will provisionally

assume full control...

of the entire country.

King of Katoren

still no successor

to the throne

firework banned

'no time for celebrations'

Once upon a time there was a king

who lived in a very large palace.

He was often very lonely.

One evening he was having coffee by

the fireplace. He walked to the kitchen.

national anthem banned

The staff had already left.

minister wants war

army pounces on demonstrators

Gervaas.

editor-in-chief

Katoren Press missing

What will become of you?

I want to be king.

I was wondering how one

becomes king of Katoren.

Then you have to go to Policy.

I have two children, where do I go?

Please, let me talk to him.

No, don't take me away.

I'll be calm, I promise.

Do something, help me.

Let go of me, I have to talk to him.

Number 18.

Number 18.

Number 19.

Please wait behind the line.

Number 19.

Good afternoon.

- Go ahead.

- I'd like to become king.

One moment.

Come back on Monday

with an ID, a written application...

and a recent passport photo,

in quintuplicate. Number 20.

Number 1.

Number 1.

- You're 17?

- Yes.

In that case you need permission

from your parents.

Both dead.

In that case, from your guardian.

Number 2.

Oh, sh*t.

Stach, what are you doing here?

I'm working.

'Working. ' Don't say a word.

I need your signature.

Well?

Is this serious?

No, Stach,

I'm not going to sign this.

Never mind then.

Stach.

May I come in?

Do you realize how dangerous it is?

You don't know the ministers.

- You don't know their plans.

- I don't get it.

Always whining about the past,

how everything was better.

About there being festivals, a flag,

fireworks, about there being a king.

Now somebody wants to be king

and then... You're just a weakling.

What's that?

You're not the first, Stach.

They all wanted to be king.

- And they're all gone.

- Gone?

Dead. Some were given

an impossible assignment.

Others just disappeared.

The last one dates from 12 years ago.

How can that be?

Why don't I know this?

People are quick to forget,

especially when they're afraid.

Here.

You're old enough

to decide for yourself.

As soon as you've submitted it,

approach the Press.

Gentlemen, the next item

on the agenda.

Here you are.

Gentlemen.

The Wisser Daily.

'17-year-old wants to be king. '

In the Wisser Daily?

Do we know anyone there?

'For the first time in 12 years

someone has applied...

for the office of king. It concerns

the 17-year-old Stach from Wiss. '

Stach? Stach?

Do we know him?

That name...

Enough chit-chat.

That boy must disappear.

- Get lost.

- My apologies. Yes.

Alright, where were we?

Where were we?

- Gervaas?

- Your Excellence?

- That's your name.

- Yes, Your Excellence.

- Stach is your nephew, isn't he?

- Yes, Your Excellence.

- Alright, you can go.

- Of course, Your Excellence.

- You'll hear from me.

- Yes, Your Excellence.

Good morning. In Wiss a 17-year-old

boy has applied for the office of king.

'The ministers have been in power

long enough. It's time for a change. '

Thus the young man from Wiss.

It seems that not only the young

are dissatisfied with the situation.

Maybe we have to go about this

another way.

Older people are also increasingly

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