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Baffin Bay, Greenland

Where are you?

Come on!

Show yourself.

Coline!

Shit. You ok?

Are you sure you're ok, Coline?

Ow...

True, I'd been gone ages.

But I didn't expect such a warm welcome.

My name is Coline Morel.

I'm 46 years old.

And soon, I will die.

The Incredible Snow Woman

Dad's plum brandy.

You've gained weight, no?

Why are you here, Coline?

I came to...

to write.

Write? Write what?

I'd like to... just...

get my research findings down on paper.

And at the same time...

try to tell a little of my life story.

I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed.

Can I take Mom and Dad's room?

You've reached Sacha's voicemail.

Please leave a message.

Hey Sacha, it's me again.

I just thought I'd try...

since you didn't return my call.

Just to let you know I made it ok.

That's all.

I think you're right.

This break will do us good.

We both need to think, and...

let each other breathe.

Also, I'm sorry for the fight.

I totally lost my cool, dunno.

Call me back so we can talk a bit.

I have something important to tell you, too.

Nothing to do with our relationship.

That's all.

Kisses.

I love you, I...

POLAR INSTITUTE Dismissal for gross misconduct

"Drunk and disorderly...

harassment, verbal and physical injury...

attempted sequestration..." What bullshit!

Have you settled in?

Yeah, no problem.

Is your head ok?

Yeah, I'd already forgotten.

Good.

Off I go.

Where?

To work.

- Doing what? - I took over "The Last Trail".

I started right before Mom died. Remember?

Sure, now you mention it.

Basile?

Yes?

I won't stay for long, don't worry.

Sorry I was out of touch.

It was one expedition after another.

I know, I followed a bit.

Yeah?

Your solo expedition

to the pole, no assistance, 63 days.

You crossed Greenland from east to west, also alone.

Then you went to Antarctica,

following in the footsteps of... Scott...

Falcon Scott.

That's it.

I really gotta go!

But...

did you ever find your yeti?

My "Qivittoq".

That's what the Inuits call it.

No, not yet.

- You remember that too? - I sure do.

Pretty unforgettable research subject.

It's not just some mystical fad.

I didn't understand right away, but in Greenland,

the invisible is truly part of the landscape.

Death, for example,

to them, is just the end of the trail.

Not something that happens to them, like an accident.

And the Qivittoq is...

like a twin soul, guiding them.

A worthy subject for someone to study, right?

Someone like me.

No doubt.

No doubt.

That's a bit high, Basile.

Hey, get out of my way.

Nice cartwheel.

Let's see, Coline. Great work!

Go on, Lolo.

Do the puzzle.

THE LAST TRAIL

What are you doing here?

I came for a bite to eat, if you don't mind?

Why would I mind?

Are you... done?

Oh, yes.

Glad to finally meet you.

Basile speaks of you often.

I don't suppose he ever mentioned me?

No.

I'm Markus.

Coline.

We should get acquainted.

Sure, if you like.

You've reached Sacha's voicemail. Please leave a message.

Christophe!

Coline?

This is my son.

Enzo.

Your son?

I thought you moved down south.

I did, yeah.

But, you know...

That didn't last long.

We came back 4 years ago.

I'm a teacher now.

Amazing.

I'm here for a while.

Maybe we could...

We could...

I could give a talk.

- A talk? - Yeah.

- About my work, for your pupils. - Really?

Yeah. No?

How about... tomorrow?

Well, sure. That could be... interesting.

Yeah, it's fascinating.

For kids, it's...

Great, see you tomorrow then!

See you tomorrow, then.

Let's go, hurry up.

Explorers have a different way of being in the world.

A connection to nature, of course. And solitude.

You mustn't fear being alone when you trek across an ice floe,

or when you're stuck in a tent on a polar night.

You have to dig deep inside you

to find the resources necessary

to confront the immensity, the emptiness.

The cover of Nature magazine, obviously.

Explorers also have a responsibility to humanity.

How can we have a clear conscience when permafrost,

which stores twice as much methane and CO2 as our polluted Earth,

is melting at lightning speed?

We're in an uncontrollable retroactive loop,

while ecosystems, traditional ways of life,

the economy and global stability are under threat.

We have no choice.

We must acquire scientific knowledge

and be whistleblowers.

Oops, sorry...

What the hell?

There. So, this is...

a portrait

for the back page of Libération.

The reporter was a big fan.

I'll let you read the article.

Maybe you can't read?

It's about my research,

focusing on anthropological aspects of my work.

In particular, my contributions to the concept of animism

as ontology, expanding on the work of Philippe Descola and Irving...

Never mind.

Also, in this article,

I tell the story...

of the time I met a bear.

I was alone at night in my tent, awaiting the sandman,

when suddenly,

I hear a noise.

What can it be?

I listen closely.

It's a bear!

I remember a secret a Danish friend told me.

He said, "If you meet a bear,

tie up your arm.

Wrap a big bandage around it!

If the bear goes to bite you, give it your arm.

It'll bite the bandage. No boo-boo."

I grab anything I can, scarves, t-shirts, and wrap my arm.

I burst out of the tent and confront the bear.

It stands up on its hind legs and roars at me!

I offer my arm, like this,

grab my knife...

and start stabbing it.

Shlack! Right in the gut.

Then in the brain!

Blood is gushing!

Coline, please!

Until it surrenders!

Coline, stop!

But it doesn't!

Stop!

Please stop!

Why? What's wrong?

Could you show them the ice floes?

Those pictures.

Sure, of course.

Everything's fine.

Shit.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

Well, thanks.

My pleasure.

What are you doing?

I don't know. I thought...

What?

If you snapped your fingers, we'd fuck like animals?

No, that wasn't exactly my thought.

Sorry, I don't know why I did that.

Never mind.

- Let's drop it. - Ok.

My libidinous urges are out of control lately.

I was mellower on Prozac.

I've been diagnosed with...

What?

I've been diagnosed with...

a form of depression like my father's.

Anyway, diagnoses, you know...

It's just sometimes you wonder why you're even here.

What the whole mess means.

Remember when my dad went to his cabin for 2 years?

Cut himself off from the world?

No one understood why.

Everyone said he'd abandoned us,

when he just needed to think, take stock.

He had a right.

Why forbid that?

My boyfriend thinks I've suddenly become bipolar.

Funny, right? For a pole expert.

"Bipolar!"

When do you leave?

I don't know yet.

We can't hook up again, Coline.

I never understood why you dumped me like that.

I'm going that way.

I left because you scared me.

Wait, Sacha!

Wait!

I'm so glad you called. How are you?

Coline?

It's me.

I'm leaving.

I'm working tonight.

If you want to come after dinner,

it's Saturday night, should be fun.

Anyway...

see you later, maybe?

Is your dad here?

No.

Can I come in?

What for?

To wait.

It'll be an hour at least.

I have nothing else to do.

Is your dad the painter?

Yeah.

That's your mom?

That's her.

Funny, she looks like a girl your dad and I went to school with.

I couldn't stand her, a real bitch.

Hang on...

Your mom can't be...

No way your mom is Sophie Giroud!

She is.

Are you ok?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I shouldn't have said that. She wasn't a bitch.

We just weren't friends.

Sure you're ok?

Today a guy I was with for 18 years kicked me out of his life.

He told me he'd met someone.

But the fact that he met someone

isn't what hurt me the most.

Wanna know what hurt the most?

Uh, I...

Him telling me she's my polar opposite.

That she's sweet, considerate...

someone you can talk to.

He resents me for being absent all these years.

For caring more about my yeti than him.

For never wanting a child.

Your yeti?

I think he's right.

I think I made Sacha very unhappy.

I deserve all this.

In the end I'll die alone, as I should.

- What are you doing? - Sorry.

What's your plan for life?

Dunno.

Sacha's niece is like you.

Meaning?

Meaning listless. Limp, no passion.

Only normal.

There's no hope left.

What would you have us do, seriously?

Dunno, you could fight.

Try to change things instead of giving up.

Look at Greta Thunberg.

Think she smokes pot by a pool, sobbing for the planet?

No, she still believes.

Shit.

They're back. Sure you wanna stay?

Yeah, why wouldn't I?

Ok.

Hello, Sophie.

Christophe.

Coline?

What are you doing here?

I came to make peace, Sophie.

Are you ok?

I'm sorry I bullied you all through school.

Ok.

Thanks, Coline.

- I found you too precious. - Enough, Coline.

You should go now.

I couldn't stand how you acted. It made me nervous.

That's why I always pulled your hair. I couldn't help it.

Do you understand?

What are you doing?

Can't we talk a bit? It's been so long.

Got anything to drink?

- No. - Yes.

No, get the hell out or I'll call the cops!

So call the cops.

- I will, I'm warning you. - Go ahead.

It's ok, Christophe. She's not well.

Watch me.

We can settle this ourselves.

I'm calling now. Wait.

Hello, Christophe here. Christophe Moreau.

Can you come to my house?

There's an intoxicated person here who refuses to leave.

- Yes. - What's so funny?

Ok, thanks.

- They're coming. - Great.

So...

I've apologized.

Your turn.

Excuse me?

Your turn to apologize.

For what?

For stealing Christophe from me.

Even if he dumped me first.

Think it's funny? Go to your room, Enzo.

"Go to your room, Enzo!"

Enough, go.

Right now.

Get lost, Sophie.

- Excuse me? - Coline, I meant.

I leave when she apologizes.

I'm waiting.

Ah, they're here.

I'll go.

Let's go.

- What? - Let's go!

Let's run away! As we should've 25 years ago.

We'll start over from scratch.

But Coline!

You're not well.

You need help.

You're the one who's not well.

You're with Sophie Giroud!

Sophie fucking Giroud! Wake up! Let's go!

You can bring the kid, I like him.

She was here with our son...

That's her.

What's going on, ma'am?

Nothing.

Have you been drinking?

A little.

A little? Come with us, ma'am.

Otherwise we'll have to use violence.

- Force. - Huh?

- Force. - Right.

- Shall we? - No.

Come, ma'am...

Come on.

Coline!

- Let go! Let go! - Stop, you'll hurt her.

Coline, let go.

Stop, officers! You're clearly hurting her.

Not by the legs!

That's not ok!

Outta the way!

Grab her other leg!

Coline, stop resisting.

What are you doing? Stop hurting her!

Fuck, she's biting me!

- Stop! - Let go!

She's biting me!

Say something!

Stop right now!

At this point in the story, I decided to stop speaking

until I found the strength to say what I had to say.

She's gone mute, won't speak!

To say why I'd come here.

Not one word, I swear!

She never leaves her room, barely eats...

I'm at a loss.

Have you called Sacha?

Sacha doesn't want to know.

I also called her colleagues at the Polar Institute.

I found out they fired her.

Wow, that's serious!

Very serious, yes.

I don't know what's going on, but...

she really seems to be very alone.

She's in a really bad place, Lolo.

Look who's here.

Coline...

Hi, Coline!

Remember me?

Your little brother, Lolo.

I made an effort to come see you.

I hear you've been wreaking havoc around town.

I hear you even...

ate a cop!

You've become a rebel.

When you're ready to talk, give us a sign.

"I always wanted to unlock the world's mysteries.

It all began in a village at the foot of the Jura mountains,

in a family of impenetrable morals."

"Impenetrable."

Wow.

- "At twenty, I..." - Lolo!

- What? - Why the old hearing aids?

Shouldn't you get new ones?

The old ones work fine. Why change 'em?

Am I shouting?

"At twenty, I fell in love.

I thought it was for life."

That's all she's written so far?

I'M GOING UP TO DAD'S CABIN

We'll come with you.

We could take the lift.

Like in the good old days! Saves time.

Here we go!

Oh no!

This is nuts!

What's going on?

Why'd it stop?

Don't worry, it'll...

Lolo, what happened?

I don't know!

- I knew we'd get stuck! - It'll go again, don't worry.

- No, it can't! - Listen!

See?

Told you so.

Hurry, gotta make it by nightfall.

Chop, chop!

It's collapsed even more since last time.

Forget it.

No way I'm walking across that. Not even in your dreams!

We have no choice, Basile.

Watch.

I'll show you.

See? No problem!

Your turn, Basile!

This is pure hell!

I can't move!

I'm frozen!

You both know I have vertigo!

Keep moving, don't be a baby.

This hike was a ridiculous idea!

Coline, are you taking us on a pilgrimage or what?

We had to do things your way!

You've imposed your law on us since we were kids!

All because Dad always protected you.

Tell her, Lolo! She was always Dad's favorite!

Yet you abandoned us.

When Mom and Dad went downhill, we were there!

And now you're back, acting like some dumb writer-explorer!

Get real!

I wanted to leave too, at 20, and live a different life!

Me too, I would've loved that!

- Calm down. - Shut your face, Lolo!

I've had it up to my ass with family! Up to my ass!

You ok? Feel better now?

Not really, no.

What are you doing?

I'm not moving, no way.

Not one iota.

Stop.

Coline!

We're gonna fall.

We're both gonna fall!

You really need to quit smoking.

It's not compatible with asthma.

I have to tell you.

I need to pee.

Coline?

I'll go this way, you go that way.

Right, ok.

Disappearance of Coline Morel Day 8

Hope of finding the explorer alive is waning

The mostly likely hypothesis

is that your sister fell into a crevasse.

Or another inaccessible place.

And now, with the snow...

I fear it'll be hard

to find the body.

I'm sorry.

But...

she knew the way by heart, she wouldn't fall.

Impossible.

Tell him, Lolo!

My dad always said life is full of surprises.

Adding that they aren't always good.

He also said death is a serious matter

that we need to pull off even better than life.

Yet another one who thought she was Paul-Emile Victor.

Unless she was a pseudo-scientist

hoping to write a climate-change bestseller.

"And the ice floe is melting.

The polar bears are so skinny.

Blah blah blah."

I'm really starting to think

you're a climate-science denier.

C'mon, not our problem.

Well, Ole?

I think I hear her breathing.

Awesome.

Now let's go.

We can't leave her like this.

Why not?

No one saw us.

Martika, sometimes I'm ashamed of you.

You bring shame to all Inuit people.

Help me rescue her.

And stop eating your candy.

So, how was the hunt?

What's under there?

See for yourself.

Ugly, isn't she?

The living world was coming to an end.

People far away were finally realizing

that the ice was melting faster than the darkest predictions

and the consequences for humanity would be catastrophic in no time.

Here, landscapes explored by locals since childhood were changing daily,

revealing to my dumbstruck companions

previously inaccessible territories behind the melted glaciers.

Territories they never wanted to see.

As for me personally,

though I wasn't yet dead, I was aware that my quest,

begun 48 years ago in the Jura,

would end here,

in one of Greenland's last hunting villages.

Sure, I may not have unlocked all the mysteries of the universe,

but this is where I found my life's meaning.

Shit...

Shit!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hello, Martika.

If that's my birthday present, you're 2 days early.

Nope.

It's long. You had a lot to say.

It's almost finished.

I think that's it.

See you later, then.

Yes.

Thanks again.

Bye.

Bye.

We can't help you here.

Stop acting like nothing's wrong.

You need the big city hospital.

No arguments this time, ok?

Coline Morel?

I didn't expect to see you again.

How long has it been?

Over two years, I see.

You didn't know our language then.

We managed to communicate about the Qivittoq.

You didn't go back to see your brothers?

Actually, I did.

Did you tell them?

No.

You didn't see a doctor there either.

You're resistant, Ms. Morel.

Very resistant, and stubborn.

This time, the situation is different.

You need to know

that you truly

only have

a few weeks left.

At best.

You might as well.

Why not.

France is beautiful, isn't it?

Strolling down the avenue

My heart open to something new

Eager to say hello to just anyone

You were my "just anyone"

I probably made some silly pun

That was all I had to do To convince you

On the Champs-Élysées

On the Champs-Élysées

In the sun, in the rain

At high noon, late at night

You'll find everything you like

On the Champs-Élysées...

Coline?

Yes?

Are you sure it's time?

I can't wait any longer.

I'm at the end of my rope.

The last part of the trail...

you have to take on your own.

We can't take you all the way

to the Qivittoq territory, you know?

I know.

Hello?

- Basile Morel? - Yes.

I found your phone number on internet.

I'm a doctor in Ilulissat, Greenland.

It's about your sister.

Your sister is very sick.

How could she do this to us?

How dare she do such a thing! Right?

If your sister did that, what would you do, Markus?

Dunno.

I have no sister.

Just a half-sister I never see. I might as well be an only child.

I want to go.

What?

I knew she was hiding something from us.

She tried to tell us.

It's not just any trip, though!

And I...

I have a job, a family!

No way we're going!

You hear me? No way.

Go to Greenland?

What a crazy idea.

Look.

Oh, so cute!

Hey there!

Oh, Coline.

What are you doing here?

Hello.

We don't speak any Inuit.

You're the brothers, right?

Think he's her boyfriend?

How should I know?

He's kinda scary.

Do you know Coline?

- Lower the gun! - She went hunting.

We don't understand! Please.

Settle down.

Hunting!

Lower the... rifle.

I tried to tell them you were hunting.

They don't understand a thing.

What are you doing here?

Please forgive me!

That evening, when I left the cabin, night was falling.

I looked up at the sky and felt a strange feeling.

I wasn't where I needed to be.

So I left.

When I got downhill,

a truck picked me up.

The guy was nice, asked no questions.

We listened to heavy metal. I pretended to like it.

The next morning, he dropped me off outside Paris.

I walked to our apartment.

I knew Sacha wouldn't be there.

So I went inside, got my passport and some savings

I'd set aside,

went to the airport

and left for Greenland.

That's it.

Is your cancer really...

like, no future?

Well...

we'll get over it.

We definitely will, like we did the first time.

The second death...

is probably way easier to deal with.

We could've helped you.

I didn't want to spend my final days

in hospitals hoping in vain for a cure.

Like Dad did.

I'm happy you're here now.

Here.

I finished my...

whatever it is. My story.

I wanted to finish before going to the tip of the void.

The what?

The tip of the void.

Ole and Martika will take me.

Once you get there,

you wait.

The wait can last hours.

All night, days on end...

And then,

when you sense the moment is right,

you start walking toward the horizon. You walk and walk, until...

your strength runs out.

Unable to go on, you lay down on the ice floe,

close your eyes, and wait

for the ice to take you

and swallow you up.

Is this really how you want to go?

Then we'll come with you.

Right, Basile?

We can pitch our tents.

Ok.

We've arrived.

"It's a good day to die."

Subtitles by Sionann O'Neill