All language subtitles for Operation-Napoleon

Here you are.

The giant is here...

I'm coming to get you.
Where are you?

Where are you?

No, no, I hear the...
horrible little elves!

Don't come near me.
Where are you?

I'm gonna get you.

You're horrible.

Aw! Oh, you got me.
You got me.

You beat me.

Again, Grandfather.
Again.

William Carr.

Sir,

we've just received
analysis of new satellite data.

Go on.

Images from
the search area in Iceland

revealed some
resurfaced materials.

We assess an 80 percent
probability

it's the object
we're looking for.

Initiate phase one.

So you see the plan is bulletproof.
We can start as soon as we...

Sorry I'm late.
-No problem.

I'll just finish...
it's clear from what I've said

its a no-brainer for both of us
that you should extend the loan.

Like we all know
the future is really bright

in Icelandic
telecommunications.

Yes, we all agree,
the future is bright.

Right...

Kristín, what do you think?
-Yes...

What has changed?

What? -Two months ago
the bank rejected your application

for extension because your business
plan was unconvincing.

So, I'm just wondering...
what changed?

Yes, that's a good question, Kristín.
Everything has changed.

It's a total rethink.

As I explained
just before you arrived.

I've compared the old plan
and the new one.

If we...
-The new plan...

Wait a minute.
If we look at paragraph four...

It contains the main arguments
for the new plan.

And compare it to paragraph five
from the old plan...

You can see that only the
wording has changed.

It's normal that there is a bit
of an overlap.

Let's look at the loans.

You can see clearly
they are the same numbers,

same result...

Like we say, Runólfur...
It's old wine in new bottles.

Hi, sorry.
I forgot to call you back.

Can you hear me?

Yes.
Where are you?

I forgot to tell you that I went on
a small research trip this morning.

Research?

Has it something to do
with Lísa Dröfn? -Lísa Dröfn?

No...

We split last week.

Oh?

What happened?

She's a duvet thief.

She always stole my duvet.

I can't believe you dumped her
because of that.

I remember that you dumped a guy
because he laughed like a walrus.

That was totally different.
-Right.

I'll be back in two, three days.

Where are you?
-Me?

I'm just outside the capital.

You're on Vatnajökull-glacier.
You didn't invite me.

You wouldn't have been able
to make it anyway.

No, I mean...
-Always working, right?

Yes, it's a busy period right now.

It's always a busy period.

What are you talking about?
-Avalanche!

Grab Benni.
Hold him.

Elli!

What's going on?
Are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

What happened?
-I don't know.

I hit a stone or something.
-What?

Are you OK?
-Yes.

What?
-What's this?

Wheel?

Is it from a plane?

I think so.
-Check this out.

Kids.

What?

Are you kidding me?

This is crazy.

Hi. -Hi.

I wanted to talk with you.

Yes.
But the case is closed.

We must be able
to find some solution.

You have to discuss that with Rósa.

I can't be bothered to talk to Rósa.

She only listens to you.
Which I understand.

See you later, Runólfur.
-Kristín.

Why don't you come
and work for me?

Really?
-A good one.

Kristín.

Ready?
-Yes.

Okay.

A historic moment.

Be careful.
-Yes.

Can I come too?

Wait.
-Can you see anything?

Is there something there?

Are you OK?
-Yes.

This is sick.

Benni.

Is it going to land here?

What?

An American pilot?

Elli, come back.

Hi.
Hi.

My boy, how are you?

Been relaxing all day
like always?

Aren't you hungry?

You're so spoiled.

Two giant planes from the U. S. Army
landed at Keflavik airport last night

with scientists from the Alaska
Ecological Institute.

Their mission is to test
new technology

to measure the effect
of global warming on glaciers.

Not everybody is happy
with the mission.

We think it's strange that Americans
are importing huge machines

to investigate global warming which

they themselves are
responsible for

and we've decided to protest
at the U. S. Embassy...

Hi,
how you all doing over there?

Oh!

Nice day for it.
Doctor Sally Speight.

- Hi.
- Hi.

University of Anchorage.

Climatological Survey Team.

Oh, yeah, I read about it.

You're here to measure
the melting glaciers, right?

That is correct.

We are here to survey
the effects of global warming.

One of our weather satellites
picked up the wreck,

but looks like
you beat us to it.

Sometimes the melting glaciers
throw up a surprise.

What a beauty!

It's so intact!

Yeah, it's amazing.

- An historical find, right?
- Yeah, sure is.

Oh, you, uh...

told anyone the big news?

Uh, no, we just found it.

Oh, cool.

Well, would you guys mind
writing down

your names and numbers?

You know, just in case
we wanna get in touch later on.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, sure we can do that.

- Great.
- You have a pen?

Oh, sure yeah.

Hey! Don't move!

Do not move!

Stop!

Go after him.

Shoot that fucker.

God damn it!

Ma'am, do not move.

OK, you broke a fingernail
and want me to rescue you?

They killed Benni.
I got away but left Vallý behind...

Elli, really.

Shit, shit, shit! Fuck!
Elli?

Elli?

Elias's voicemail:
This is Elías.
Don't leave a message.

Save it on a floppy
and send it through the mail.

Hello, Elías.

I wanted to let you know
you're a fucking idiot. OK?

Come in. Do you copy?

Jolly,
any visual on the target?

Here, he dropped his phone.

Looks like he managed
to get off this message.

To whom did he send it?

Here.

Well, let's find her.

This is Elías.
Don't leave a message...

Elias's voicemail:

Hi. -Hi.

Weren't you talking about
old wine in new bottles?

I know.
I'm rude.

Real music.
-This is not on.

OK, if you really think this
will change anything...

Where is the corkscrew?

Glasses... here.

- Oh.
- Hello, excuse me.

Do you sometimes find yourself
thinking about the Almighty?

I represent the Society
of Universal Brotherhood.

My card.

Damn.

Uh... hold on.

Yes, I know.
My fault.

I'll buy you a new glass.
-No problem. Wait.

Kristín.

Hey, wait...

I didn't know you had a visitor.

No, hey, you have to go outside.

Hey, listen, friend,

we're having
a private conversation, okay?

Hmm, buddy?

Are we good?

Let him go!

Hello.

Listen very carefully, Kristín.
Hello.

We have your brother.

You say anything to the police

about the plane wreck on
the glacier or anything else,

your brother will die.

Is everything OK?

Hey!

What?

Hey!

Can I help you?

Salesperson:

Excuse me...
You can't go in there.

Sir?

What's the update?

The initial search of the wreck
reveals no trace of Napoleon.

We're still scanning
the immediate vicinity.

- Go on.
- The manifest lists

six passengers.

We've retrieved
only five bodies, uh...

Colonel Brand is missing.

Colonel Brand was
in charge of Napoleon.

Isn't it possible
Brand survived and got away?

Widen the search to ten klicks.

Without additional
manpower and equipment,

it's gonna be difficult.

I'm gonna need drones with

- thermal and sonar scanning.
- You'll get them.

But for now,
work with what you've got.

Find Napoleon.

It's finished.
I'll get a new one.

You look wretched.
Come in.

My dear.
Oh my God. Sit down.

Aren't you freezing cold?

What happened?

I don't know.

I'm not going to get you
in trouble, Rósa. -Trouble?

I was just going to...
-No, no.

You're not getting me in trouble.

You don't understand.

Elli sent this to me.

I think they found
an old plane on the glacier.

It's an old Nazi plane.
There are corpses in it.

Rósa.
Locked?

Okay. Shh.
I'm not here!

I'm going to put the lamb
on the grill.

Yes, honey.

I'll be out soon.
-Great.

Kristín.

My dear.
-Look.

You have to tell me the truth.
Let me take a look.

Did you take something?
-No. Look.

It's Operation... is this an L?

Leon.

Operation Leon.

I have to know what it means.
What does it mean?

Operation...

Yes. -...Leon.

OK, try "Nazis",

"airplane", "Iceland"...

"Vatnajökull."

OK.
There's something.

Try this one.

One of the people who specialize
in studying the occupation

and Nazis in Iceland is the
new professor

at the University of Iceland,
the Brit Steve Rush.

You're kidding.
-What?

You know him?
-Yes.

Is that...
-Wait a minute.

They flew
reconnaissance flights,

even sent spies over.

But there was never
any evidence

that an invasion was imminent.

The German navy
was not big enough

- to mount a large-scale...
- Karl:
Rósa!

...invasion of that magnitude.
Keeping supply lines open...

Look!
Come here.

I'll be right back.

Strategically,

and in terms of resources,

Iceland was of little value
to the Nazi high command.

The police in Reykjavík is
looking for Kristín Jóhannesdóttir.

She's 34 years old,
of average height,

dark hair to her shoulders
and brown eyes.

If someone has seen Kristín
contact the Reykjavik police.

Are you looking for Steve?

Yes.
-He's not home.

Do you know where he is?

He's probably at the Irish Bar.
As usual.

Well, well, well, if it isn't
Kristín Johannesdottir.

Hi, Steve.

G and T still your poison?

Uh, no, thank you. I'm good.

All right, stout then.
Two, please.

- Uh, Steve, listen.
- Thanks.

I really need
to ask you some questions.

Yeah, I need
to ask you some questions.

I left you
a couple of voicemails,

and you never got back.

I know, and I'm really sorry
how it all ended...

Fuck you, man!

Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Okay,
let me get you a seat.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Um...

What can you tell me about
something called Operation Leon?

Uh, Operation Leon,
I've never heard of it.

Okay, have you heard
about a Nazi airplane

crashing into Vatnajökull
or something like that?

You're talking about
Operation Napoleon.

Maybe.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Operation Napoleon
is an echo of an echo, but...

there was no shred of evidence
that it ever happened.

And what does the echo say?

The echo says that

at the end
of the Second World War,

a plane took off from Berlin
to an unknown destination,

never to be seen again.
It just...

...vanished.

Okay.

And Napoleon,
I mean, stands for what?

Well, supposedly, it was code
for the cargo of the plane.

A secret that could change
the course of history.

Hmm.

How? I mean, like, what?

I don't know.

Conspiracy theorists would say
it's a UFO, or alien technology,

time machine, a super bomb.

I don't know, it's all nonsense.
Take your pick.

But could that plane
have crashed on Vatnajökull?

Could've crashed on the moon
for all I know.

Where did you hear about
Operation Napoleon?

Okay.

I have to show you something.

Oh, fuck!

- Wait, hey?
- Sorry!

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, wait a second.

Kristín, where are you going?

Wait!

Hey, Kristín! Wait!

- Hey!
- Kristín:
Boys.
Help me.

Kristín, here you are!
This guy is stalking me.
-What?

Yes, he's a rapist.
-This one?

Hey!
Yes.

Here, here.

Oh, fuck!

I can't believe
I've stolen a bike.

I've never stolen
anything in my life.

He saw your face.

It'll take him no time
to figure out who you are.

- Who's that guy?
- I don't know!

But he has a way
of tracking people down.

It's probably through the phone!
Fuck! Should've known.

Shit!

Give me your phone.

Hurry!

Oh, my god.
It's worth like 300 pounds.

Fucking hell.

Is there someplace we can talk?
Someplace safe?

- Someplace safe?
- Yes.

Yeah, maybe, um...

I'm pretty sure that's a
tri-engine Junkers Ju 52.

The green and gray colors
on the fuselage

and the squadron markings
indicated

that it was
operated out of Berlin.

Look, I just need
the location of this plane

so I can find Elias.

Oh, those photos that
your brother sent,

you should have
location coordinates.

No, I checked. He doesn't
like to be on the grid.

Elias, you idiot!

Look, I wanna help you.

Kristín, I do,
but I need to know more.

There is no more.

This is all I know, I swear.

You promise me?

You promise me

you had absolutely nothing
to do with

the dead man in your...

With the dead man
in my apartment?

I promise, Steve, okay?

Look, you realize

that even if you do manage
to track down that plane,

it's entirely possible
that your brother...

Yes.

But I don't have a choice.

Okay, maybe
this wasn't a good idea.

Wait.

I'm sorry.

I believe you.

Come on, let's see
what we can find out.

Sir?

The woman. Fill me in.

The man she met at the bar
is Professor Steve Rush.

UK citizen, historian, single.
I checked his house. Not there.

- Set up shop at the embassy.
- All right.

I wanna know everything
there is to know about

Kristín Johannesdottir
and this professor.

Friends, family,
anything that might guide us

to where they are.

Rush has an office
at the university.

Take a couple of them with you.

I can handle it on my own.

If the plane was
coming from Berlin,

it would've had
to refuel in Reykjavík.

The flight path would
probably be

close to the glacier, but...

Or bad weather,
or navigational errors

might've pushed it off course.

- But that's... a big area.
- Mm.

Vatnajökull is huge.

Yeah,
almost the size of Wales.

And now, as far as I can tell,

four operations were mounted
on the glacier

from the former U.S. Air.

One in 1952, another in 1959.

Funny, a large one in 1988.

Ostensibly, the last one

and the first two
were army exercises.

But the one in 1967 was part
of the Apollo training program

to prepare lunar astronauts
for commissions on the moon.

I mean, they all could have been
a cover for something.

A search for something
on the glacier.

Like the plane, right?

Maybe.

If you knew
the exact location coordinates

of those four operations,
you could transpose them

onto this.

It might give you a stronger
indication of where to look.

Do you think
you can get those coordinates?

No.

The American Embassy
keeps records

of all post-war activity
in Iceland as part of protocol.

Might find it there.

- The American Embassy?
- Mm.

How am I supposed to get
inside the American Embassy?

You can't.

But I can.

I go there
all the time for research.

We should go.

Tommy.

Hey, there he is.

Always good
to have you back, professor.

- How you doing, Tommy?
- Here for more research?

Yeah. This is
my Ph.D. student, Linda.

Pleased to meet you, Linda.

It's a hell of a day
you're having.

Yeah, you know what?
Just ignore that.

- Thanks, Tommy.
- Don't mention it.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Good morning, Miss Moneypenny.

- Commander Bond.
- Am I glad to see you.

This is
my research assistant, Linda.

Oh, you can sign in here.

- Anywhere in particular?
- Wherever you want.

Thank you.

The information
hasn't been declassified.

Let me try something.

The Icelandic
authorities have no problem

with the scientific expedition
on the glacier,

but the required permits
take weeks to process.

The fact that your team
landed on the glacier

without waiting for official
clearance and permits...

Well, this could turn into
a major diplomatic incident!

Everything okay out here?

I'm so sorry to bother you,

but I need to speak
to the Ambassador.

Not now, Liz.

- That's fine.
- Ma'am, it's...

Come on in.
Take a seat.

Liz, is it?

What's on your mind?

Well...

Digital archives, hello. Yes?

- I think we should go.
- Understood.

One second.

They are.

- Right now.
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Just a moment.

Steve, somebody wants
to talk to you.

So sorry.

It's just a second. Steve!

Okay.

Okay, let's go.

Excuse me, sir.
Just stay here, okay?

We got a situation outside.

Requesting backup.

We need backup
at the main entrance.

Hot dog with all the fixings?

- Thanks.
- Steve:

I cross-referenced
all U.S. Air Force pilots

stationed in Iceland during
the period of the two searches.

- Really?
- Well, chances are high

they would've taken part, right?

- And?
- Well, most were either

living off a pension
in Florida, or dead.

But one person...

is still registered
as living in Iceland.

Really?

Squadron leader... Leo...

Stiller.

There was an address.
Do you know it?

I mean, not exactly,
but it's out of town.

Right, let's go.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

Yes, sir.

- I understand.
- That's her.

She's got guts.

I'll give her that.

Thank you, sir.

Well, like I said earlier,

my hands are tied
with the Icelandic authorities.

They wanna... send a coast guard
chopper out there

- and kick your team off...
- You tell them

that the expedition
on the glacier

is on the cusp of making
a breakthrough

in the fight
against climate change.

It'll be
of great benefit to Iceland.

I can't perform miracles.

Miracles are just
a question of incentive.

How's your son, Tyler, doing?

He's at Harvard
Law School, right?

That'd be a shame if, say...

half a kilo of cocaine
was found in his dorm.

Do you love your son enough
to perform miracles, Ambassador?

You know, you never
told me you had any family.

Besides your brother, I mean.

You know, and I never
got around to asking you.

Why are you still in Iceland?

Well, you see,
I met this Icelandic girl.

I thought we hit it off...

and then one day, she just
stopped returning my calls.

I could've left the country.

Tail between my legs.

And then I thought...

"No, you can't leave now.
This is destiny, I can feel it."

And voila. Here you are.

You are so full
of shit, professor.

Do you know that?

It's true.

No, I got an offered
a position as a guest lecturer,

and couldn't say no.

My mom passed away
when I was 19 and Elias was 11.

And our so-called father,
well, he was long gone by then.

Last I heard, he was living
in a town called Grindavik.

You know, we haven't
seen him in years, so...

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Yeah, it's just
been me and Elias now

for a long time.

You sure this
is the right place?

I mean, there's nothing
else around here.

Hello?

Leo Stiller?

Hello?

Hello, is anyone in here?

Hello?

Get out,
or I'll ring the police.

We'd like to speak
with Leo Stiller.

Okay, wait,
please, we just need--

Now leave.

Out!

Listen, I have a brother.

Yesterday, he saw something
on top of the glacier.

An old airplane.

World War Two, a German one.

Please, I need to
find my brother.

And Leo Stiller
is our only lead.

Leo is dead.

Did your husband
know anything about this plane?

When he started flying missions

over the glacier
with orders to...

look for anything unusual,
it was just another assignment.

Word quickly got out

that they were keeping
an eye out for a German plane.

It contained a secret.

Some said it was
a thermonuclear device.

Others thought
it was a lethal virus

developed in a Nazi lab.

Leo's superior, Harry Ingles,

had his own theory.

He was sure the plane carried

- the Walchensee gold.
- Walchensee?

The gold the Nazis
stole from the Jews?

Then Harry died. A plane crash.

Pilot error.

Leo didn't believe that?

Leo lost half his family
in the concentration camps...

It would be an injustice
of monumental proportions

if the leaders
of the free world

were to take the Walchensee gold
for themselves.

Leo and I

joined the Icelandic Glacier
Exploration Society.

A group of laymen who make
regular trips to the glacier.

We knew it would be
enormous luck if we

ever came across anything,
but...

We made friends
with a local farmer,

lived under the glacier.

Ragnar.

He helped the Americans
with the searches.

Years passed,
global warming kicked in.

The glacier began melting.

We began finding things.

Come.

Jesus.

Wow!

This is a large-scale
map of the glacier.

Factoring in all possible
movements of the ice over time

and the likely flight path
of the airplane,

we calculated the most likely
area for the wreck.

However...

Ah, yes.

In a small stream here,

where the glacier
meets these mountains...

we found this.

And...

this.

It indicated that someone may
have survived the plane crash.

We hoped to find
the survivor's remains,

but there was nothing.

Gradually...

from reading hundreds
of transcripts, statements,

and correspondence
from old Nazis...

The picture emerged.

A picture of what?

A group of people...

living in the shadows.

But one name kept cropping up.

General Timothy Carr.

He was part of
Patton's third army.

In the final days
of World War Two,

he was attached
to a British 21st Army group

outside of Berlin.

Documents at the Embassy
suggested

that it was Carr
who was responsible

for all four major searches
on the glacier.

That's right,
but he wasn't alone.

There must have been
people behind him.

Powerful people
who could pull strings.

Timothy Carr had a son.

William, ex-special forces.

He has been
in an unspecified position

within the CIA...

for the last 20 years.

The CIA?

If you go onto the glacier,

you won't be able
to save your brother.

These people,
they'll kill both of you.

I don't have a choice--

The basement,
back to the basement.

Hurry.

Are you okay?

You can get out this way.

Oh, my god!

Go to Ragnar's farm,
under the glacier.

Here, his son Einar
still lives there.

Tell him who sent you.

Now go!

No, no, no,
you're coming with us.

God...

- I'm so sorry.
- This day has been coming

for a very long time.

Hold this, hold this,
hold this.

Come on.

- Fuck!
- How did they track us?

They must've checked the history
of the computer in the embassy.

Fuck! I should've
thought of that.

Come on!

Fuck!

Fuck! Let's go!

Steve, wait a minute.

Hey. Hey, look, there are
people down there.

We need to get you help.
Come on.

Come on.

No, it's...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, fucking hell.

No.

We have to go now.

Now, now, now!

Where the fuck are you?

What the fuck?

Get back
in the fucking car!

Shit! Shit!

Piece of shit!

Kristín.

Kristín!

Fuck.

Fuck!

You wanna hear
something interesting?

In Russia, in the 60s...

Soviets started experimenting
with domesticating wild foxes.

It was simple.

The experimenter held up
their hand next to a cage,

and if a fox tried
to bite them, it was put down.

Only the foxes
who didn't bite...

were allowed to breed.

The result was astonishing.
Within a few generations,

a whole new breed of fox emerged

that looked
nothing like a fox.

Had flappy ears,
barked like a dog,

wagged its tail.

But was it still a fox,
or was it a dog?

Hmm!

You may think
you are one thing...

but everybody can be changed.

Are you Johannes?

Yes.

Get the drones Airborne ASAP,
then start loading the wreck.

Not a single trace
gets left behind.

They got away.

And Sarah Steinkamp?

She's not a problem anymore.

But she has amassed
a large amount of information

on the wreck.

Anything to indicate
the location of Napoleon?

We're still
going through the papers.

Well, make sure.

Let me know
if you find anything.

Sure.

No, you'll eat them.

You must be Einar.

I'm William Carr.

I knew your father.

I remember.

Why, you can't have
been more than...

ten, eleven?

I was thirteen.

Last time you were here.
What, 1988?

That's right.

Eighty-eight.

How's your mother?

She's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Mind if we talk inside?

It looks just the same.

Is that coffee?

Would you mind?
It's been a long trip.

I won't keep you long, Einar.

I just got a question for you.

Thanks.

In the years
since I was last here,

have you come across any items
from the glacier?

Um...

I haven't been looking.

What about your father?

He, uh, ever mention
anything to you?

No.

My old man had great
admiration for your father.

So did I.

He was calm, efficient,

a man who you could trust
with your life.

He died too young.

I'm gonna ask you
one last time, Einar.

Have you come across
any items from the glacier?

I'm not fucking around.

If there's something here,
my men will find it.

There's nothing here.

I see a lot of
your father in you.

Like him, you're honest.

Thanks for the coffee.

Steve?

You know, we could use
some supplies, some phones.

That's no problem.

We can find some phones
for you later.

Thanks, Johannes.
I appreciate it.

Hello.

You're feeling better.

Kristín, wait.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Where are my clothes?

I mean, where are
my fucking shoes?

- Look, I'm sorry.
- Jesus.

I didn't know where else to go.

Anywhere else but here.

I think we can trust him.

- Trust?
- Yeah.

This is the man who broke
his daughter's piggy bank

just to get
a fucking bottle of Brennivín.

This is the guy
who left his family

because we were
cutting into his drinking time.

We need him.

Shit!

I think we need him.

Move it, move it!

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Keep him alive
until we find the woman.

If we drive
through the night,

we can get
to Vatnajökull in the morning.

Then from there, we can find

the farm that Sarah Steinkamp
was talking about.

- This Einar Ragnarsson.
- Got you new phones.

It's safer to go there by sea.

Yes, thanks but we'll take
care of this ourselves.

He's right.

By sea will be safer.

What if the weather turns bad?

The forecast is fine.

We can get there by noon.

Just because you're
helping us now...

Do you think that fixes anything?

What?
-No, Kristín.

I don't think it does.

Here's more Parkodin Forte.

Thank you.
Always so considerate.

Elli talked to me.
-Yes, I know. He told me.

I told him not to spend
any energy on you.

Can't you go to the police?

No.

Well, you'll be fine with Indiana
Jones there in your corner.

I'm going to check on him.

Do you want new bandages?
-No, I'm fine.

If you hear from Elías...
Please let me know?

I'll do that.

So, are you ready
to explore the world?

- Come on.
- Nice to meet you.

- Born to be wild.
- Johannes:

Look after yourself.

Echo 13?

Shit!

Widen the search to 30 klicks.

It's a needle
in a haystack, sir.

Widen it!

We're running out of time.

Fuck.

What's this bloody noise?

Good morning.

Morning.
-Are you Einar Ragnarsson?

Yes.

Hello.
My name is Kristín.

Sarah, Leo Stiller's wife
sent us here.

What's wrong with you?

Uh...

I've got a wound.

It's bleeding through.

We can't have that.
Let's take a look at it.

It's almost finished.

Here we are.

OK? -Yes.

Great.
-Thank you.

Sarah Steinkamp
said you could help us.

I'm sorry,
I didn't catch your name.

Well, my name's Steve.
Steve Rush.

- Steve?
- Yeah.

Short for Steven.

No.

Just Steve.

Einar, I know you know what Sarah
and Leo were doing on the glacier.

They were looking for that plane,
weren't they?

You have to help us.

Come on!
Come on!

The square thing is the goal!

Fuck me, man.
I could have scored there.

Well.

Pancakes?

Mm.

More pancakes,
Steven?

You're a funny guy, farmer boy.

I'm not even trying.

We know
the likely trajectory

- of the plane.
- Yeah.

My father was probably

the last person
to see that plane.

Really?

Yeah, in the winter of '45,
and when the U.S. Army

started doing maneuvers
on the glacier in '52, and...

kept coming back
every few years.

My father really suspected that
they were looking for that plane

or anything from it.

The leader
of those expeditions...

was this man here.

Timothy Carr.

And the last...

big expedition was...

scientific.

Here to measure the
melting of the glacier.

That was in 1988.

By then, Timothy Carr's son,
William, had taken over

as expedition leader.

On the last night
of the expedition,

they had drinks together.

Long into the night.

And very early in the morning,
my father woke me up...

and made me promise...

never to look for that plane
or anything from it.

He said it would
only bring death.

Why did he say that?

'Cause it did.

Later that day...

he got sick, fell into a coma.

Two days later, he was dead.

Dead?

From what?

Doctors couldn't find a cause.

I think he was poisoned.

Carr.

I think Carr got quite drunk,

said too much.

And when he realized that...

he knew he couldn't
let my father live.

Should've killed
that bastard yesterday.

- Carr was here?
- Yeah.

Making sure I hadn't found
what he's looking for.

That means that the secret isn't
inside the wreck on the glacier.

Yeah, that's right,
or he wouldn't have come here.

Sarah Steinkamp thinks,
I mean, there was a survivor.

Mm.

Couldn't he have taken
the secret with him?

Possibly. Quite possibly.

Sarah said that she and Leo
had found some personal items

here in this river.

Including a Luger pistol.

Esjufjöll?

That's close to Snaehetta.

What are you thinking?

There's a cave there.

My dad and his brother played there
when they were kids.

Then that part started melting
and it was filled with water

and the cave disappeared.

The glacier is always changing.

The water comes and goes.

The cave where your dad played.

Can you show me
exactly where it is?

Yes.
I'll get the GPS.

What's he saying?

But you can't go
dressed like that.

Whose are these?

That's a long story.

Come on,
yours is in the barn.

This is the edge of the mountain.
It's not complicated.

You just go down there
and then up.

You'll notice it right away.
-OK.

I put flares in your backpack
just to be safe.

Thank you very much, Einar.
-Yes.

I feel like
Scott of the Antarctic.

Yet you look like a penguin.

Potato, pot-ah-to.

Hey!

I'm taking it from here, Steve.
You've done more than enough.

Well, don't be stupid,
you're wounded.

I'm already responsible
for Sarah's death.

I won't be for yours.

- Do you own another scooter?
- No.

Okay, then something
that'll get me onto the glacier.

Jesus Christ, it's Santa's sled.

It's the only one that works.

Sir, we're ready
to move out.

Expand the drone search
to 50 klicks.

We're not leaving
without Napoleon.

Pick it up,
expanding 50 klicks.

For fuck's sake, Einar. Are you
gonna help me here or what?

Do you know what?

We should both go,
she needs our help.

Well, I'm not gonna
break my promise to my father.

What did you do? Promise
to stand by and do nothing

while innocent
people get killed?

Fine.

Fucking hell, Einar,

you said you didn't
own any scooters.

I don't.

They're my cousin's!

Are you not coming?

Suit yourself.

Whoa.

Sir!

Go see what that is.

Take me to my brother.

Kristín.

What's this supposed to be?

Where?

Let my brother go,
and I'll show you where it is.

How about I kill him
unless you tell us?

Yeah, right, and after which,
you're gonna kill us both.

Let my brother go,
and when I know he's safe,

you can get your briefcase.

Come on.

Listen to me.

Hey, hey, hey.
Okay.

OK.

You've got a compass here.

Drive due south the whole time.

Yes, listen to me.
There's a guy there called Einar.

Call the police when you get there.
-They're going to kill you.

Elli.
Come on.

Okay.
OK.

You have to hurry.

Hey!

That's enough!

Go!

This is a live feed
to the national news service.

You're being watched
by thousands of people

right this very minute.
Don't come any closer.

Fucking hell!

No signal.

- Put him in with the others.
- No, he's coming with us,

or I will not
tell you the location.

No more deals.

No. Steve! Steve!

Steve!

We have a shooter!

Fuck!

Holy shit!
They're shooting at us!

Drive it.

Have them start the engines!

Strap her down.

Close it up
and get her airborne.

- Still checking engines.
- It doesn't matter!

Do it now!

Einar, no!

If it gets away, she's dead.

Oh, fuck.

Come on.

What the fuck!

Tell the pilot
to land the plane.

Now!

Where's the briefcase?

Huh?

Where is it? The briefcase?

What's in it
that's so fucking important?

Mayday, mayday,
we're going down!

We're going down.
Brace for impact!

Go strap in!

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Fuck, thank God!

Come on.

Are you okay? Look.

You tell me where it is!

Or he dies!

No! Look, please!

I was wrong.

You're nothing like your father.

Don't move!

- Take it easy!
- Give me your guns.

We got a man down here.

Hand me the guns.

Careful!

Elias!

The families of the two rescue
squad members

who died on Vatnajökull-glacier
last month

demand an investigation of the events
that resulted in at least six dead

after a large operation by
American scientists on the glacier.

The government has confirmed that the
scientists did not have a permission

to do studies on the glacier.

The prime minister
hasn't commented

but his ministry's press adviser

sent a short statement
to the press stating

there was a good relationship
between the US and Iceland

and that it was not in danger.

Really.

Did you see anything?

No.

This is yours.
-My boy.

Did you miss mom?

How is Steve?
-Like always.

Nuts.

Thank you for getting me a hamburger.
-No problem.

If you don't mind
not touching anything.

Einar, for the love of God!

Einar!

You need to... relax, Steven!

Bloody mayonnaise
all over this...

Mm!

So, Steve, we're here.

What's it all about?

Yes, yes, exactly that!

This document...

is dated April 14th, 1945.

That's 16 days before
Hitler's death on April 30th.

It's an agreement.
A top-secret agreement.

A group of Americans powerful
in business, the government,

the military and, well,
who, let's just say,

weren't entirely unsympathetic
towards Hitler,

they agreed to smuggle him out,

his wife Eva Braun,
and his German Shepard, Blondi,

out of Berlin to a remote island
off Patagonia in Argentina.

Okay, wait.

So, was Hitler
on board the plane?

No.

The passengers were
high-ranking Nazi officials

and Americans en route
to Newfoundland

to secretly finalize the deal
with U.S. representatives.

Why would Americans
want to save Hitler?

Yeah?

Have you heard of
the Walbrzych train?

The Where's Waldo train?

The Walbrzych train.

Okay.

So, the year is 1945,

the Nazis have spent years

looting the world's
most valuable treasure.

But the ring is closing in.

However, some in high command

have been preparing
for that exact moment.

Gold. Diamonds.

The greatest treasure
the world has ever seen

or will ever see.

Unique art, like the Russian
Tsars' fabled Amber Room,

the eighth wonder of the world!

Unimaginable wealth
all in one place on one train.

There's only one problem.

How do you hide the train?

Precisely.

How do you hide a train?

The Owl Mountains,
Lower Silesia, Poland.

In order to mine metal,
the Nazis have built

a complex network of tunnels
under the mountains.

Well, for the better part
of 80 years,

Every nook
and cranny of those mountains

has been scoured for that train,

the exact location of which
has remained a mystery.

Until now.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

I give you...

Napoleon.

A map?

The plane was to take
this map to a representative

in Newfoundland
and, upon verification,

General Timothy Carr,
William Carr's father,

was to set in motion
an operation

to ghost Hitler out of Berlin

all the way to Argentina
via submarine.

But then the plane crashed.

And the map never made it.

Exactly, Einar.

The German colonel,
Gerhard Brand, survives...

but ends up
seeking shelter in a cave,

where he freezes to death.

And Hitler...

Eva...

good old-fashioned Blondi,
all died in the bunker.

Oh.

Yeah, I get why they
wanted to keep it a secret.

Mm, yeah. Exactly.

But the secret of Napoleon
was kept alive.

Jealously guarded
by a small group of individuals

and their descendants,
who never stopped looking.

So, this map shows

the exact location
of a treasure train.

- Yes.
- I suppose...

you know, we could always
go to Poland ourselves...

and find it.

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome on board this flight
from Reykjavík airport.

Air stewardess 2:

Uh...
That's my seat.

Well, I didn't see
your name on it, Steven.

Uh... That's me, 6B.

Also doesn't matter
where we're sitting.

I mean, just pretend
I'm not here.

Excuse me, Steven,
coming through.

Hey.

You know what?
There's something I forgot.

Mm-hmm?

I never thanked you
for everything that you did.

Yeah.

Well...

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

You're in my seat.

You wash your hands this time?

Nope, Steven.

Wake me up when we land.