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[waves lapping, seabirds cawing]

[bell chiming]

[band playing]

[horn blowing]

[crowd cheering]

(Man): Bon voyage, Oloukine!

[horn blowing]

♪♪

[wind blowing]

[horn blowing]

1882 - ST. PETERSBURG Academy of Sciences

[door closing]

[footsteps echoing]

Come!

[footsteps echoing]

[gasping]

[fabric ripping]

- Oh, no! A brand new dress! - Shh!

Quiet. Look up there.

What can you read?

(Girl): "Oloukine Library."

The Academy's most beautiful library

named after my grandfather! Can you believe it?

Oh, that's just like him.

Looking as friendly as ever!

[gasping]

What a lovely bracelet!

A souvenir of his expedition with the Inuit.

- Ivory? - No, reindeer poo.

Ooo!

The most beautiful of all is this.

Wonderful.

Thanks to this, he found the Northeast Passage.

You know! The one that links the Atlantic to the Pacific!

A first for Russia.

But his biggest dream...

was the North Pole.

[steam hissing]

Come on, captain! Let's get to work.

- So where is the North Pole? - On the top of the world.

It's very cold there like a white desert.

You have to walk for miles and miles on ice fields,

with sleighs and dogs.

But it's so beautiful...

And what do we do when we reach the Pole,

my Sashenka?

We plant the flag!

He was obsessed with planting the Russian flag.

He adored his country.

He died a hero. You can be proud of him.

[gasping]

No!

I knew it! We'll be caught.

No! Come.

And last but not least, Prince Tomsky.

The visit ends with the Oloukine Library.

The inauguration will be next month.

A very imposing statue. As was the man, by the way.

Something of a megalomaniac.

Well, I don't know about that,

but he certainly was a man of character, Mister Councilor.

And above all, a great explorer, who sacrificed his life

for the conquest of the North Pole.

His ship is still missing isn't it?

Sadly, yes.

The hunt for the Davaï has been in vain.

The Davaï? Oh yes! An impressive icebreaker

that cost the Empire a fortune

and was supposed to be unsinkable.

So much money wasted for nothing.

How unfortunate.

[door closing]

The Tsar's new scientific councilor.

The women at court are crazy about him.

The Tsar as well. He swears by him.

A real daddy's boy.

Who does this Tomsky think he is?

If the Davaï was worthless, the Tsar wouldn't have offered

a million roubles to find it.

[carriage rattling]

I'm sorry, Loujine. It's out of the question.

The Academy's most beautiful library

will not be named after Oloukine,

despite the decision of my predecessor.

And remember Oloukine insulted my uncle.

We can't do that to Count Chernetsow.

His son-in-law? Nonsense!

He dreams of becoming ambassador in Rome.

He won't make trouble.

But the Chernetsovs are one of the most influential families

in St. Petersburg.

Influential? I don't care.

I want to settle this matter immediately.

Tell them I'll be attending

their daughter's ball tonight.

[seabirds cawing]

Good news, my dear!

Prince Tomsky will be attending the ball.

My nomination for the Embassy of Rome is certain.

He wouldn't be coming if I didn't have the Tsar's favor.

Don't forget that this is also your daughter's first ball.

I know. I hope she will be worthy of her rank.

She's been unpredictable lately.

She's still shaken up

and coming to terms with Papa's death.

I hope this ball will do her good.

You wanted to see me, Papa?

Prince Tomsky is honoring us with his presence tonight.

Your opening dance will be with him.

Very well.

A real young lady.

♪♪

[drawer sliding]

[door opens, closes]

[lock rattling, door opening]

[wind roaring, window blows open]

[music playing in distance]

♪♪

(Herald): Count and Countess Alinovich.

The Duke and the Duchess Baranovski.

At last! Where were you?

Are these--are these the ones Oloukine gave you?

(Herald): Prince Vladimir Tomsky.

It's the Prince!

Your Highness, it is a great honor to have you here.

Countess, my respects.

And our daughter, Sacha.

This is her first ball.

Charming.

Young lady.

Prince, I am delighted to be opening the ball with you.

A lovely couple, don't you think?

♪♪

Prince, perhaps you can help me.

Is that so?

The Davaï was searched for in the wrong place.

Interesting. But how could I possibly help?

Only you can convince the Tsar

to resume his search for the Davaï.

I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow.

I promise to look into it when I return.

You're leaving for how long?

Three months.

Three months?

[indistinct conversations]

So your waltz with Tomsky, how was it?

Look what I found.

Oh no, not on the night of your ball!

Oloukine didn't go via the Kara Sea

but via Spitsbergen.

Spits-what? I don't get it.

Come on! Let's dance!

It's simple. Imagine this is the ice field.

Everyone thinks Oloukine

passed by on the right to get to the North Pole,

- but he went left. - So?

It means they searched for him in the wrong place.

Don't you think all this can wait till tomorrow?

No, Tomsky will have left for Paris.

I've wasted enough time, Loujine.

Let's deal with this and leave.

Are you sure about this?

It is his daughter's first ball.

SACHA: Your Highness,

I'm sorry for interrupting but I need to talk to you,

- about my grandfather. - I told you I was leaving.

I know, your Highness.

In three months, it will be winter.

It will be impossible to reach the Pole

and our chances of finding the Davaï will be lost.

This young lady thinks her grandfather

took a different route to reach the pole.

I'm not entirely convinced. What do you think?

Well...

Yes. Indeed, I...

You see? Even Loujine agrees with me.

He fears displeasing you!

Young lady, how insolent!

Forgive me. I didn't mean to be.

Nobody has ever spoken to me like this.

It's unacceptable! Loujine, we're leaving.

This is outrageous!

I will not stay in this house a moment longer.

What's wrong, Prince? Leaving already?

I am not used to being insulted by a 15-year-old!

It's not true, Papa, I only said that in 3 months we were--

Quiet!

- Prince, please stay. - Enough.

We'll settle this tomorrow. 10am, the Palace.

You know, Chernetsov,

I wonder if the Tsar can still trust a man

who is not master in his own home.

[carriage rattling, door opening and closing]

You see, Loujine? That wasn't so difficult.

[horses clomping]

Countess, please don't leave!

Please! Countess!

[sighs]

[dog barking]

Can I help you, Mother?

You've been punished.

Your father wants you to stay in your room.

Please, Mother.

I had such hopes for that evening.

Your debutante ball. Such a pity.

Mother, forgive me. I didn't realize.

You are so like your grandfather.

Papa used to cause such scandals and never understood why.

It may surprise you, but I miss his temper.

Tell me it's settled.

No. Tomsky would not listen.

No more embassy in Rome and no more Oloukine Library.

But if we found the Davaï, that could fix things.

It would please the Tsar.

He promised a million roubles to find it.

Quiet! That's enough of this nonsense for today!

But I know how to find it. Why won't you listen?

Enough! Stop dreaming.

You sound like your grandfather and his North Pole!

His expedition was a complete disaster.

He ruined the Empire and us with it!

And you...

I had such high hopes for you.

And instead, you bring disgrace on our family.

[crying]

♪♪

[breathes in, exhales]

♪♪

[train whistle blowing]

[steam hissing]

Sacha?

[ Knocking ]

[sobbing]

[door sliding open]

[train rumbling]

Sacha. Sacha!

(Man): Miss?

Miss!

Miss, could I see your ticket please?

[whistle blowing, bell ringing]

[train rumbling, chicken clucking]

I beg you, gentlemen, find her.

[whistle blowing]

[brakes squealing, steam hissing]

[laughing]

Did he tell you that joke, too? [laughing]

- More than once! - Fancy that!

That's a good one!!

Yup. He's over the top!

[ indistinct conversations ]

[whistle blowing, steam hissing]

[train rumbling, whistle blowing]

Olouk!

[sobbing]

(Oloukine): My Sashenka!

You will come with me on my next expedition.

I promise.

Careful!

[gasps]

Hey young lady! You should watch your step,

- I deserve a kiss. - Hey!

Okay! Calm down! Without me, you'd have fallen in.

Hey, Katch! Mind your manners.

But I...

Be quiet and get going. There's a lot to do.

We leave tonight.

- That's a strengthened hull. - True enough.

Not common around here.

She's beautiful.

Captain Larson, at your service. Can I accompany you somewhere?

It's not very safe here.

Maybe you can help me, Captain.

I'm looking for a ship to take me to Franz Josef Land.

Franz Josef Land?

Why would such a pretty girl want to go all the way up north?

Well...

I'm expected.

Maybe we can work something out for a price.

- 10,000. - But I--I don't have that much.

Well, there must be someone who can pay for you on arrival.

No. Listen.

You see my grandfather--

All right! All right! 7,000 roubles.

You won't find cheaper.

And we're the only departure this week.

I'd love to accept,

but I really can't afford to pay you that much.

Those are beautiful.

Yes. They mean a lot to me.

Do you think...

Sure, they'll cover the cost.

I'll come and pick you up there.

At the White Bear Inn.

- Mowson! - Here.

- Briscoe! - Here!

- Maloney! - Here!

- Katch! - Here!

Larson!

Captain, the first mate is finishing the hull inspection.

He shouldn't be much longer.

(Larson): I'm here.

- Frenchy! - Here.

Get in position. We cast off in 15 minutes.

But that's earlier than planned.

Larson, brother or not,

- you should still be on time. - You could have warned me.

The weather is changing. We have to leave!

But I was doing some important business.

I don't have time for your schemes!

This ship is as much mine as yours!

Father gave it to both of us.

You think that's enough to make you a captain?

Learn how to be a first mate.

Anything else?

[door slides open, closes]

Did you see the storm?

[indistinct conversations]

[pencil breaks, Sacha gasps]

Maid! Could you please bring me a new pencil?

Sorry miss, there's no maid at the White Bear Inn.

There's only Olga, the owner.

And we don't sell pencils here.

Here, we eat and drink, that's all. So, what will it be?

I'm waiting for the captain of the Norge .

I didn't know Lund had such a young girlfriend!

Lund? Isn't he called Larson,

the captain of the Norge ?

Larson. [scoffs] He's just the first mate,

always one to show off.

Where'd he promise to take you?

To Franz Josef Land.

(Man): I think you fell hook, line and sinker!

[laughter]

What's up with that snooty girl?

Mad at Larson. The Norge.

The Norge ? Its already left. It lifted anchor 10 minutes ago.

[sobbing]

Aren't you forgetting something?

I put your maps in it.

Just forget about it.

Lund would never have accepted a woman on board.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You'll sort it out tomorrow.

Right now, you should eat and sleep.

I have no money. Larson took all I had.

- And your parents? - They won't help me.

Look, I can offer you room and board if you want,

but you'll have to work.

Have to work?

Yup. At the inn. Housework, dishes...

Judging by your hands, it'll be a first.

So, shall we go?

What about your bag?

You don't think I'm going to carry it, do you?

[door opening]

Rise and shine, Princess!

But it's still dark.

It's 5 am. I've been up for half an hour.

- Could you hand me my dress? - I found you this smock.

I'll keep your dress just in case you try to run off.

Don't sulk. I brought you a nice bacon kasha

to get a good start to the day.

Could I have blinis instead?

And I suppose you want caviar with that?

You have ten minutes to get ready.

Hey! You forgotten me, Olga?

Stop whining, it's coming!

Golubsty's losing patience.

Yes, I've just finished.

- Did you do as I said? - Yes...

I'm fed up with cooking. Couldn't I wait tables?

I know how, my governess taught me.

These aren't aristocrats,

they've never heard of good manners.

That should make things easier.

Hah! That's what you think.

Okay, take these drinks to the table at the back.

Thank you!

- What about my beans? - Coming!

I've been waiting for ages!

Yes! Coming!

- (Man): Over here! - (Sacha): I'm coming!

I ordered a beer, not wine!

Really? Are you sure? You don't want to try it?

It's very good, you know.

(Man): In that case, drink it yourself!

[laughter]

[water sloshing]

OK, that's enough for today.

To be honest, I didn't think you'd make it.

Can I have my dress back?

What are you going to do now?

Go back home to St. Petersburg.

(Olga): To mom and dad?

Someone steals your earrings and you crawl back home.

I expected more from Oloukine's granddaughter!

How did you know?

(Olga): The police are looking for you.

They interrogated me earlier, but I said nothing.

And I also know you want to find the Davaï.

You shouldn't have left your maps on the table.

I couldn't help taking a peek.

You must leave on the Norge , Larson owes you.

You know, Lund is a good sailor. He can take you to the Davaï.

And 30 days is nothing.

With the work I'll be giving you,

you won't get bored!

♪♪

[knife thudding]

(Man): Miss!

2 seconds.

Cheers!

[sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

[dishes clattering]

[knocking]

Ah, the Norge !

You're back early.

The hunt didn't go very well, so we turned back.

Olga, got anything to raise our spirits?

Don't worry. Where's Lund?

I have no idea.

Right! You fought with your brother again.

As usual, Sir Lund didn't appreciate...

Larson, stop jabbering.

Hello, Olga.

[drinks pouring]

- They're here. - Yes, I heard.

I've poured the drinks.

Leave that to me.

You go put your pretty dress on.

My dress?

You'll be more comfortable without those rags.

I'm not ashamed to be like this.

- Let me introduce you to Lund. - No. You've helped me enough.

He doesn't look so bad.

Maybe. But he's not tender-hearted. Be careful.

(Sacha): Stop it!

Everybody knows the Davaï sank, it might as well show.

It can't go down. The Davaï is unsinkable.

[laughter]

(Sailor): Darling, you're cute,

but we spent 3 months looking for that damn ship,

so believe me, it's sunk.

You looked in the wrong place.

And now she's going to tell us where to find it!

Yes. Precisely.

(Lund): What makes you think we were looking

in the wrong place?

(Sacha): This navigation sheet.

This is Oloukine's itinerary.

Where did you find that?

I am Sacha Chernetsov, Oloukine's granddaughter.

I found it at my grandpa's.

Captain Lund, Olga told me

you could help me find the Davaï.

She's a brave lass. Listen to her.

So if we follow the navigation chart

Oloukine passed by the extreme north of Novaya zemlya.

But then, instead of heading East

as was expected through the Kara Sea,

he tried his chances going West through the Barents Sea.

He must be there,

between Franz Josef Land and Spitsbergen,

blocked by the ice.

So, assuming that your report was written by Oloukine,

assuming that he'd thought of another route

to get to the Pole,

a route that crosses the Barents Sea,

what proves that he actually took it?

He didn't have the choice.

Two years ago, in July,

the weather on the Kara was disastrous. I checked.

Force 10 winds... No ship could sail there.

I assure you, Captain, the Davaï has not sunk.

It's waiting for you, here.

With the million roubles promised by the Tsar.

A million divided by 10... That's almost 100,000 each.

Stop dreaming, it won't be you distributing the cuts.

Winter is coming. We leave tomorrow.

You'll only have to wait a few weeks.

But I'm going with you!

Out of the question.

But why? I can help you. I know the region perfectly.

Ask me anything.

The surface area of the Kara Sea?

340,000 square miles.

Spitsbergen's latitude? 78 degrees--

(Sailor): And the captain's age?

(Sacha): 38 and a half.

I swear, I know everything!

Mowson, you have a tattoo on your right buttock.

You, Frenchy, you're a good cook

but a bad singer.

- And you Briscoe-- - Enough!

Don't waste your time, my mind is made up.

Don't worry, you'll get your share.

I don't care about the money. Keep it!

I must find the Davaï to save my family's honor.

And I already paid for my trip, didn't I, "Captain" Larson?

What? What's all this about?

No, well you see, it's just that I--

Oloukine gave me those earrings. They were extremely valuable.

Give them back.

I can't, because I--

Gambled them away?

Tomorrow, 4 am on the pier. You'd better be on time!

Everyone on board!

We did it.

He's a man of honor. He had to take you.

But you might pay a high price for this.

♪♪

[splashing]

Watch it!

Move it!

- Sorry! - Out of the way!

Well, Oloukine's daughter is quite the sailor.

Briscoe, take her below!

There's your cabin, Princess.

- Where are we? - It's the quarantine cabin.

Don't complain, it's the only bed left.

[waves rolling]

MARINE KNOTS

[waves crashing]

(Sailor): Haul in the main sail!

(Sailor): Haul in the jib!

(Sailor #2): Haul in the jib!

(Briscoe): I took the girl to the quarantine cabin.

Good. She can stay there. Navy, you sure we're on course?

(Navy): Yes, captain, but there's a strong current.

Fine.

[dog whining]

[dog growling] Huh?

[dog whining]

Hey! What are you doing here?

Sit!

[dog whining] Doggie! [laughs]

Stop that!

Hah! You seemed to have found a friend!

This is Shackle. He's punished.

He steals and gnaws on the rigging.

[waves crashing]

[Shackle growling playfully]

Shackle!

[Shackle panting]

Frenchy! Frenchy! Frenchy! Frenchy!

Frenchy! Frenchy!

[cheering]

(Sailor): What's for dinner?

(Sailor #2): Smells delicious!

♪ Chefs like Frenchy are few,

♪ King of the soup, of the sauce, and the stew...

[singing continues]

[gasps]

Have you eaten?

They brought food in my cabin.

(Sacha): Are you sure you're allowed to talk to me?

Who cares! You get a better view from up here.

Too scared?

Suit yourself.

[gasps]

[grunting]

[gasping]

You'd be safer if you held onto me.

Just stop jiggling everything.

Well, hey, the view's already great from here.

[seabird squawks]

[waves crashing]

[seabirds cawing]

[splat] Aaugh!

[laughing] [splat]

Aaugh!

[laughing]

[panting]

[peeling]

[yawning] [door closes]

[peeling]

Hey! You're fast!

I thought you'd be better at embroidery

than peeling potatoes.

Olga showed me how to do it.

Did you really work at the White Bear for a month?

And I thought you were a real snob.

[peeling continues]

[splashing]

[utensils clanking]

[pots and pans thumping]

[waves crashing]

I have to go.

Hey, you forgot your oilskin.

Look here, young Katch is flirting.

And you think that you stand a chance

with a girl like that?

Look at yourself!

Well at least, I didn't steal her earrings!

- I know she likes me. - (Lund): Larson!

[thump]

- Why aren't you at your post? - It's that girl, she's--

Leave her alone!

[thunder rumbling]

Looks bad. Change course.

No! Stay on course.

All hands on deck! At your posts!

And lower the mainsail!

(Sailor): Lower the mainsail!

[thunder crashing] Aah!

(Sailor): Haul in the jib!

(Sailor #2): Haul in the jib!

[waves crashing]

Navy! She has to stay in her cabin!

You can't stay here! Captain's orders.

It's okay! I'm safe.

Watch out!

[crashing, wood snapping]

Watch out!

Secure that boat, for Christ's sake!

Maloney, Briscoe! Get up there, and hurry!

[grunting]

[crashing]

[grunting]

- (Larson): Get up, let's go! - What's happening?

We have two injured sailors.

We need the cabin. Go with the others.

You wanted to be a sailor, didn't you?

Anyway, that girl will not only bring us bad luck,

but also get in the way.

- She did help you earlier. - We'd have coped without her.

Hello. The first mate sent me here.

Come in. Your bunk's in the back.

Come on, they may stink but hey, they're not bad guys.

[snoring]

[snoring continues]

[waves rolling]

[snoring]

[engine whirring]

[sniffs, gasps]

Katch, the ice! Wake up!

Hmm? No.

[door opens]

♪♪

See, Olouk...

we've finally made it.

(Sailor): Ice fields ahead!

Everyone at your post!

[ice cracking, rumbling]

[ice scraping]

Full speed ahead! Let's go!

[crash]

[groaning]

Come on, buck up! Push! Push!

[ice cracking, crashing]

(Lund): Back up, or we'll run aground!

Full speed astern!

- Stop! Stop! - Stop.

[low rumbling]

Hurry up!

- Okay guys? - Mowson, take this.

[ice groaning]

Come on, stop dreaming. To work!

[ice cracking, groaning]

The rudder is clear!

Everybody on board!

[explosion]

Full speed ahead!

[engine rumbling]

[ice cracking]

♪♪

[rumbling, splashing]

[ice cracking]

Captain! There!

A lifeboat, port side!

I can't see. We'll check it out.

Captain. Can I come with you?

I know the Davaï's lifeboats.

Maloney, come with me!

Larson.

This place is dangerous.

If I'm not back in an hour, just leave.

[Shackle barking]

[splash]

[splashing, ice cracking]

[oars splashing]

[crash]

Are you sure you want to come?

Might not be a pretty sight.

[Shackle barking]

I'd say it's been here a year.

It's from the Davaï. Then they capsized.

I understand.

But you were right. The Davaï did come this way.

Captain! Fog is rising!

Better get back.

[ice thudding]

They're late. How long has it been?

Almost two hours.

[ice crashing]

The hull won't take it. We have to get out of here.

We'll leave when I give the order.

[ice cracking]

[ice rumbling, splashing]

There! Look ahead!

There they are!

[sighing]

[ice cracking]

Watch out! Above you!

- Get out of here! - What's he saying?

Get out of there! Get out--

[ice rumbling]

Full steam ahead!

[ice cracking]

[ice rumbling, splashing]

[thud]

[crash]

[splashing]

[panting]

(Larson): Sacha! Get out of there.

Yes, coming!

- I grabbed the maps. - (Larson):Good.

Now go help the others up front.

We have to free the topsails.

Larson, grab some dynamite and get up here!

I told you not to wait.

I wasn't going to let you die!

You would've done the same for me.

Dream on. I would never have sacrificed my ship.

Do you realize the mess you've got us in?

(Lund): Take cover!

[explosion]

[splashing]

[Shackle barking]

[ice cracking, rumbling]

[ice crashing, splashing]

[thud, Lund groans]

[thuds, Lund groans]

[wood creaking]

[splashing]

Lund!

[gasping]

(Sacha): Larson!

[grunting]

[Shackle barking]

[Lund groaning in pain]

(Sacha): Well?

(Briscoe): He's in bad shape.

And we lost all our penicillin.

I don't know how we're going to make it.

We must find the Davaï.

There's surely medicine on board.

Larson, we need to talk.

- We won't last a week. - Split the rations.

I already have.

Find a solution! And mum's the word.

The only solution is to reach the Davaï by foot.

Look,

we found their lifeboat here.

The must have left the Davaï, and headed south.

We need to find their route and head north from that spot.

We don't know that for sure.

We should wait for another ship to come.

[Lund groaning in pain]

We can't afford to wait.

- What now? - We've had it. We're goners!

Whoa! Calm down!

Everyone listen to me!

We saved supplies for a fortnight.

We can't expect the whalers

to come by here before next year.

Whether we stay here or row south,

the chances to make it through the winter are slim.

We have only one solution, find the Davaï.

We've heard enough of that damned boat!

Remember, we found a lifeboat.

The Davaï can't be far.

I've just reread Oloukine's notes.

Two years ago, if you recall, winter came late.

The Davaï must be stuck

in the ice a little farther north.

That's rubbish!

There isn't a ship that can resist

the pressure of the ice floe.

It's sunk like the Norge !

- (Sailor): Of course it's sunk! - (Sailor #2): That's right!

That's the point.

The Davaï was designed to withstand the ice.

- Oloukine designed-- - Shut up!

It's all your fault!

One more word from you and you'll get one.

(Lund): Like what? One of these?

My brother's right.

The Davaï is our only hope.

[groaning]

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You better look after them.

And protect the girl.

♪♪

[wind blowing]

81 degrees, 6 minutes. The Davaï should be over there,

behind these mountains of ice.

(Larson): It's a hummock.

It goes on for miles.

We haven't got the supplies to go round it.

We'll have to climb it.

Come on, lads! We can do it!

♪♪

[indistinct shouting]

[wind blowing]

(Sailor): Go on! Push!

That's great!

[grunting]

[dogs barking]

(Sailor): Come on!

[scraping]

Watch out!!

[cries out]

Captain! You all right?

Captain!

Captain.

[gasping]

The wound has opened. He has to rest.

Okay.

We'll set up camp here.

- Certainly not! - What?

We've already lost 3 days,

we're almost out of supplies.

Your only hope of finding the Davaï

is to leave immediately.

We can't just abandon you here.

Only you can bring the Davaï home.

Larson is more than capable without me.

You know I don't have your skills.

Enough! You should have already left.

That's an order.. [wincing]

You're not fit to give orders.

Is this more convincing?

Leave him here.

It's all his fault.

A real captain would never have listened to that girl.

I agree! We'll probably all die here because of him.

They're right. Get a move on!

Don't just stand there!

Okay, lads. Pack it up. We're leaving!

But we can't abandon him here all alone.

- He'll die! - (Larson): That's his problem.

You're just so pathetic.

I won't let you!

Good one!

(Larson): Come up! Let's go!

Come up! Come on!

[wind blowing]

He won't survive two more days.

I'm sorry about what I said, when Lund--

No, don't apologize. I owe you...

for your earrings. I'm sorry.

[low rumbling]

[indistinct shouting]

[grunting]

- Give that back! - You've got more than me!

You got your share like the rest!

(Sailor): Well, of course!

We all got less than you.

Obviously, Frenchy always serves his friends first.

[coughing]

[wind howling]

Katch, look! We've reached the summit!

[low rumbling]

[wind howling]

There's nothing. Where is the Davaï?

Sacha!

We're not stopping here. We're going down.

Get going, the blizzard's coming!

I knew it. She doesn't know where we're going.

We're all going to die here.

[wind blowing]

(Sailor): That's mine.

- Move it. Move on! - (Sailor #2): I'm starving.

(Sailor #3): Hey! My turn!

(Sailor #4): Some food...

What? Is that all?

Why does he get two plates?

That's for Sacha.

For the girl who's responsible for our deaths?

Are you crazy? Give it to me!

(Katch): No! Stop it!

- Give it to me! - Let go!

- Give it! - Have you gone mad? Stop it!

Don't touch me!

Dumb kid! Look at what you've done.

Don't touch my food, okay? Huh?

Hey! That's mine!

It ain't yours! It's on the ground.

- Katch. What? - Don't.

This is all your fault.

[struggling, fighting in background]

[sobbing]

[wind howling]

[sobbing, wind continue]

[Shackle barking]

[wind howling]

♪♪

[low rumbling]

[ice cracking]

[low rumbling, cracking]

(Sacha): To Sacha Chernetsov.

[Ice cracking, rumbling]

(Katch): Sacha!

Sacha!

Sacha! Sacha!

[Shackle barking]

Shackle, where's Sacha? Fetch, boy, fetch!

[panting]

[gasping]

[sighs]

[blowing breath]

[gasping, blowing breath]

[coughing]

[gasps, sighs]

[Shackle barking]

[growling]

[screaming]

[Shackle barking, bear roaring]

[bear roaring, Sacha screaming]

[gunshot]

[bear thuds]

Sacha!

[gasping]

[chuckling]

♪♪

(Oloukine): Ship's log: April 13th.

The men don't listen to me anymore.

This winter has dealt a blow to my authority.

They refused to carry on our mission to the Pole

and to carry supplies any further

that would allow us to return home.

May 21st:

they took the lifeboats

to head south, hoping to find a passing whaling ship.

Ship's log: June 2nd.

Despite all this, I have decided to pursue my goal.

No turning back now.

I leave behind me my ship.

It will be waiting for me at the coordinates 87.2, 76.5.

I know where the Davaï is.

So good!

♪♪

Nothing.

We should be able to see it from here.

There's nothing, I told you!

88.7 degrees.

Wait.

With the drift of the ice...

it could also be...

[gasping]

(Sailor): There she is!

(Sailor #2): We have been saved!

(Sailor #3): Well done, girl!

[cheering]

♪♪

[ice cracking, breaking]

[cheering]

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[door opening, ice cracking]

[footsteps]

[door opening]

♪♪

[ice cracking]

(Oloukine): July 25th.

I am getting close.

I know it.

[panting, wind blowing]

August 2nd. I've made it.

The Pole is mine.

The most difficult part starts now.

September 16th.

The blizzard's been blowing strong for three days.

My strength is failing.

October 22nd.

I think that my journey ends here.

I will no longer have the strength

to return to the Davaï.

It's magnificent.

I would like you to see this, my little Sacha.

TO SACHA

[laughing]

Go ahead, pull it!

[laughing]

Will you never learn

the difference between port and starboard?

♪♪