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Over here!

I think I've found something!

Find me.

Johan... does Annika have an intramedullary nail?

What?

Who are you?

The work we started on Polaris V

"could be the very thing

that cures our ailing planet."

This is your first winter

with this merry band of misfits.

Welcome to the looney bin!

"The killer carved a "V" into Nils' chest."

"I think it's a message."

"Be afraid. Be very fucking afraid..."

We need to do something.

There must be a way of getting help from outside.

Come on. Okay.

Here we are, hold, here we are.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

You're going to be okay.

- No! Careful, careful. - Careful.

Breathe slowly!

It's okay, here we are. Okay?

- Here we are... - Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck! Fuck!

- Maggie, Maggie, look at me! - You'll be okay!

Look at me! You need to tell us what to do.

Tell us what to do!

Mi... mirror. Mirror, mirror!

Mirror, mirror...

Here!

- Alright. - Okay.

- Lower! - Okay.

This is a fucking mess, a fucking mess.

- She is going to be okay. - I need your help.

- Yeah? - I need, I need...

-lidocaine and... Phenylephrine, -Phenylephrine...

adrenaline and...

- Hold it! Hold on. - Gauze, scalpel...

- alcohol... - Lidocaine here!

- Electrocautery... - Electro-what?

- Adrenaline! - What?

The lidocaine first! Lidocaine first...

Ten milligrams.

Then the phenylephrine...

It's a...

Shit.

Okay, okay, okay...

Scalpel...

Okay...

You'll kill yourself.

Who then?

I'll do it.

You're shaking worse than she is.

Do you want to take over?

No.

Okay.

Just tell me what to do...

Like this...

- Okay. - Yeah.

Annika, you'll need to clean up with...

- get some gauze. - Yeah.

I'm ready.

Start there...

Cut horizontal, across the wound.

Okay?

Oh, shit!

- Oh, shit! - Keep going, keep going...

- Okay. - Keep going, keep going...

- Okay! It's okay. - It's okay, it's okay.

Oh, shit! We're losing her. Maggie?

Maggie! Hey! Maggie!

- Maggie! - Maggie!

- Maggie! - Shit.

Hey! Maggie! Stay with me! Maggie! Hey!

Yeah.

It's okay, it's okay.

Show me, show me...

There's a rupture, in the vein there.

See that red thing there, you have to cauterize it.

Cauterize... Cauterize... Okay.

Ready?

You did great.

Well done, man. Well done.

Make sure she gets some rest.

"I was impressed.

I was convinced she was going to die on that operating table."

I wish she had.

Lives would've been saved.

We looked into her story.

It checked out, Arthur.

She wasn't trying to steal your work.

She's lying to your face, Johan.

Maybe...

Or maybe, somebody else is.

What are you talking about?

We found a body buried outside the station.

Female, approximately 1.60 m.

Badly burnt.

Doesn't match anybody in the crew.

Who is she, Arthur?

It's Sarah Jackson.

Sarah Jackson?

But she died in Polaris V eight years ago.

Yeah.

What is she doing outside my station?

We brought her back.

Hey, man...

I'm sorry about what happened

at the mess hall, alright?

It's ok. We're all under pressure.

No, no. No excuse. I...

I really hope that Maggie recovers, okay?

- Thanks. - Okay.

So how's it looking?

The whole engine was flooded with fuel,

and the ignition cables had been peeled off.

What are you saying? Can it reach the Argentinians, or not?

Smell it...

It's drenched in fuel.

Just one spark and this entire thing

will become a huge molotov cocktail, so...

It's madness.

We... We don't have any other option.

There's another option.

Polaris V.

Polaris V? The old station?

If we can bring five's radio here,

we can plug it to our system.

We use the same satellite, right?

If it's not burnt to a crisp.

We believe that the ice floor collapsed

before the fire spread.

And it started at the lab, far from the comms room, so...

Maybe, maybe...

That's a big maybe...

We don't need the Sno-Cat to get there.

Five's closer so...

we could use the snowmobiles.

So, who's in?

I'm in.

Annika's in?

I'm in.

And you?

Are you coming?

Polaris V is under masses of ice.

Ah, there's the irony of it though.

Do you not read the newspapers?

We are losing 50 billion metric tons of ice per year,

and most of it here, in West Antarctica.

It's coming back to the surface?

Global warming

was giving us a chance to save our arses,

and we took it.

We've got heaters and digging tools,

anything else we need?

I don't know.

How long are we planning to be there?

As long as it takes.

Yeah, we need rations and... batteries for the flashlights.

You and I can go have a look.

Maybe you two can finish fueling the snowmobiles

and look for some walkies?

Okay.

You alright, mate?

Listen, Erik, we're going to Polaris V.

We believe there's some equipment we can salvage

from the comm's room.

Erik, we'd really appreciate

if you'd share some of those batteries with us...

Erik!

Erik, please. Listen to us.

If we can get the comms running again, it could save us all.

Not her.

What?

Ebba.

It won't save Ebba.

Erik...

Look at you.

You saving the world...

Didn't work out very well, did it?

We are alive...

Not so sure we deserve being saved.

Don't come knocking at my door.

We have to call it off.

Let's find every flashlight,

and battery this prat hasn't pilfered and let's go.

"He knew Nils was the one that kept

this whole bloody place ticking over.

"And with him gone,"

it was only a matter of time

before the whole thing fell apart.

Heating.

Power.

- Gustav. - What?

I think I know where Annika is.

- Where? - Polaris V.

- Polaris V? - Polaris V is accessible again,

it emerged from the ice.

Annika is clever, innovative,

she might have used it as a retreat.

Get a team on stand by.

As soon as the storm calms down, they head out.

- Okay? - Okay.

"Four nations scrambled

a joint rescue operation,

when disaster struck the research station.

Polaris V in Western Antarctica."

"Nine members of the crew

were rescued before the station collapsed."

"We had casualty incidents,

we lost the station."

"The flames were all around us, we...

couldn't see, we couldn't breathe.

I thought we were going to die."

"One member of the crew remains missing."

"Unfortunately we lost a dear colleague of ours

called Sara Jackson, a very talented...

"scientist."

"She is a very good friend, so...

we're all... ".

"She was part of your team?"

"Yes, she worked along side us."

"She braved the flames to...

send the SOS."

"We had to run as fast as we could to get out."

"We managed to salvage most of our research, and,

we firmly believe that...

this will change everything.

We dedicate it to the memory of...

"Sarah and her family."

"Today, we pay tribute to the heroine of Polaris V."

Sarah Jackson,

born Sara Blasco.

An example of Spain's brain drain.

She left her country after graduating

to pursue a career in environmental science.

In England, she became a scientist,

a mother, an adventurer.

These are the last recorded images of Sarah Jackson,

in an interview she gave us

"just two days before her tragic death."

"Now, Sarah, I understand you are a mother of two.

Is it hard for you to leave your daughters for half a year,

to go to the coldest place on earth?"

"Yes, absolutely."

But they are a couple of brave, strong girls,

and they understand I'm doing it for them.

And for their future.

Their generation will suffer the mistakes that we've made,

so, it's up to us to fix that,

"no matter the sacrifices we must make in the process."

"And also, she calls them every single day."

"It's true, I miss them a lot."

Micke, where's Maggie?

She is in her room, I just moved her.

- That's not your call to make. - But wait,

we have her phone, we have her computer.

Where would she go?

- I need to talk to her. - She is sedated.

- Sedated? - Yes, she needs to rest.

She has been through a lot.

We have a missing person out there.

Yes, but her health is also your responsibility,

- Johan. - I'm...

not asking you, Micke.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

How do you feel?

Like I've been stabbed with a red hot iron poker.

Yeah... My patients always say that.

I'm not complaining.

Pain's good.

Pain means I'm alive.

You good?

Yeah, it's good.

Thank you.

Heather?

No.

Where're all the others?

They left.

Left?

To Polaris V. The old station.

Why?

They said maybe there's something in the comms room

they could salvage.

You believed them?

I couldn't stop them.

I couldn't leave you here alone with Erik.

We should go after them.

You need to rest.

I spoke to the doctor. She says I'm discharged.

Maggie, you can barely walk!

I'm not waiting here for my turn to die.

We need a map to reach Polaris V.

All these are recent.

No sign of Polaris V.

We need the exact coordinates.

Here.

Here.

The winter crew.

Sarah Jackson...

She was the only victim of the fire.

She saved the research.

Oh, shit.

What?

Look.

It's not a "V".

It's a five.

You were right.

They're not going after the radio.

It made sense.

The Sno-Cats had been sabotaged, but not the snowmobiles.

Whoever was doing this wanted us to go to Five.

But why?

I don't know, and...

the worse thing is, I don't know if I just can't remember

or if I never really found out.

All I know is that people were dying,

and the reason was buried there.

Please, let me.

Can I trust you, Aki?

What?

After you battered Ram? N, I...

I had look at your record.

"It's good.

Almost too good. Scrubbed, even.

Except it says you've been taking beta-blockers,"

which is weird, because you don't have a history

- of heart issues, so... - I can explain.

Beta-blockers, they're...

used to combat the side effects of antipsychotics.

Jesus.

"You don't get to work for Arthur Wilde..."

If you're not the best.

I started taking amphetamines.

I quit sleeping.

And I could hear them, you know?

Talking behind my back.

Laughing at me.

Paranoia is a classic symptom of a psychotic breakdown.

In the final exam,

Yoshi...

my good friend,

he cheated!

What did you do, Aki?

I punched him.

Once...

Twice...

I broke his ribs,

his nose. He was bleeding.

He was begging me to stop.

But I couldn't stop...

I felt...

You felt good.

I felt free.

- Okay. - Sorry.

"Can you believe that?

That woman braved a temperature"

of minus 60 with a gunshot wound just to chase us.

You're being paranoid...

You tell me.

How can you be paranoid if you're really being followed?

Shouldn't you be in bed, doctor?

I figured you could use some help.

Feel well enough to use a shovel?

No, but I can still patch you up

if you hurt yourself with it.

You are a strapping lad.

Get to work.

"We were digging, trying to find a way

to access Polaris V."

Stop!

You need to take a break.

The sooner we dig this hole, the sooner we'll be out of here.

No, but you're sweating.

Yeah, I know.

If your sweat freezes it'll stop the blood flow in your skin.

You'll be so numbed from the cold that

you could lose a finger, or...

your entire foot. And you wouldn't notice

until it was too late.

You heard the doctor.

Take a break.

I had to turn the snowmobiles off.

We are running low on fuel.

Fuck it.

Booze and hypothermia.

- Great pairing. - Shut up and drink with me,

would you, Arthur?

This is a 50 year-old single-malt Scotch.

I've been saving this for years, waiting for the right moment.

But, you know? I'm not sure I have many moments left, so...

this shitty one will have to do.

You know, Epicureans they lived in a garden far from the world.

Far from the things they desired, but...

But made them suffer.

That's my garden.

It's just that I don't want to die in it.

To Polaris V.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

From whence we came, we shall return.

"It was nice..."

"There were good people there."

"Polaris V."

The research was a major breakthrough.

I'm talking...

Nobel prize level.

"Mr. Wilde totally deserves it."

"Primarily the work."

The camaraderie,

"the research."

"I remember running the tests again and again,

because we couldn't believe our eyes. We set out to find

a bacteria that potentially could kill a lot of people,

and what we found was a bacteria that potentially could save

"the world."

"Only really what was on the news at the time."

I mean, obviously in my preparation for this

it's come up a couple of times, but...

Yeah, I mean, It was...

"almost... almost ten years ago."

"That's... Polaris..."

Five for me, before...

"before the... Before the fire, obviously."

"I remember the research."

"And of course, I remember the fire."

"It was very nice until the fire."

"Maggie thinks that salvaging the radio

was a ruse."

That the killer was leading you there.

You mean that I,

was leading them there.

It's only you and her left.

- We found it, we found it. - Yeah.

Where are we?

It looks like one of the northern service tunnels.

We need to find a way in and then the comms room.

"Eight years ago, Maggie was finishing high school.

You, on the other hand, you were right there."

"You knew the old station well enough,

that taking them there

"would let you pick them off one by one."

You have a conveniently selective memory.

What do you mean?

That I wasn't the only remaining survivor of Polaris V.

You know, it's funny but,

since the beginning, you've been pitting us

against each other,

Maggie and me.

But you've never asked

the tough questions about Annika.

Because I know her.

Do you?

"Maybe I was wrong

about Maggie.

But not wrong about the value of the work.

People would kill to get their hands on it.

"I was just wrong about whose hands."

I know my wife. I know what she's capable of.

And I sure as hell know her better than you.

Did she ever tell you how we met?

You're about to tell me, aren't you?

She was working as the assistant to some...

hack. A wanker...

who took all her work and published it

under his own name.

Now, that's... That's how it goes.

You pay your dues,

keep your head down,

keep your mouth shut.

But not Annika.

She went public.

She released all their emails

and exposed this guy for the fraud he was.

Poor sod, never worked again.

Neither did Annika, not for years.

Look...

I know you think I'm an asshole,

and you are probably right.

But I was the only one willing to take a chance on Annika,

when no one else would.

Out of the goodness of your heart,

I suppose.

And it worked.

Because she had talent, she had fire,

she had ambition.

She so fucking hated you after that winter in Polaris V.

You know what? I do get it.

We had a falling out,

I won't deny that.

But she came back anyway, didn't she?

See?

There was her ambition again.

And that's what sold us all out.

"I would have these... notes to myself."

You need to know...

what you want.

"And what you are prepared to do to get it."

"I am ambitious.

And I'm proud to be ambitious."

He should not be allowed to get the credit again,

just because he is a man.

Okay?

Come with me.

You came in here.

No, we came in through the Northern side

straight into the mess hall.

And eight years ago the fire started here.

Correct.

Why did you come back?

We came back for the comms.

Shit. This place collapsed years ago.

Tread carefully,

I don't want you to finish the job.

Are we close?

Closer.

- Another flashlight... - We better go faster.

It's a party?

The Sunrise Dinner.

End of the long winter night.

We were sitting here waiting for the sun to come up

when the fire alarm went off.

Are you okay?

"And here it is!

The best cheesecake in the whole continent!"

"Yeah!"

Are you okay?

Yeah... yeah. It's just...

weird... it's all just...

still here.

Are you kidding me?

The fucking cheesecake is the only thing left intact.

"Surviving the fire

had been a scarring experience for us all.

"None of us were ready for it."

But it seemed to hit Annika the hardest.

"She was distraught."

"Try her room first and then... the common areas."

We need to find the suitcase.

Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Sorry.

Yes, they were looking for something.

But...

I don't think it was the radio.

I think if we hadn't been there

they would've turned the whole station upside down.

- Annika? - It's... It's Sarah.

It's Sarah.

I talked her into joining us,

she was so talented.

It's my fault.

We owe her our lives.

She sent the SOS.

Without it, they'd never found us.

We should keep moving.

- We should keep mov... - Yeah.

Maggie,

we're running out of flashlights.

You don't want to be here when that happens.

Look,

no ash, no charring...

The fire was snuffed out before it got here.

Does that mean the comm's room survived?

Hopefully. Now we just have to find it.

How many flashlights do we have left?

I'm out. Just the one in my hand.

- Me too. - And me.

Same here.

We need to split up.

Seriously? Split up?

We don't have enough batteries

to search every single direction.

Not one at a time at least.

Look, we split up or we die here.

Use the flares.

If our flashlights die,

come to the meeting point immediately.

"But you split up."

To cover more ground.

Or to avoid prying eyes...

Look, it'd been eight years.

We didn't have the benefit of a bloody layout like you.

Still a risk, considering one of you was the killer.

Hey...

- Maggie? - What? Are you okay?

Are you okay? What?

What?

Could you... Can you help me, the...

- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit.

- Fuck. - Busted my stitches.

- Aki... - Oh, shit.

I can't carry on.

Okay, you stay here, right?

I'll stay with her.

Okay.

Okay.

You have to go and find the comms room.

I'll be fine, I promise.

Keep the flashlight off. Only use it if you need it.

She did it on purpose.

I did it on purpose.

Why?

Because of Sarah.

They didn't want to leave me alone with her

and I had to know why.

There was a fracture of the occipital bone.

Sarah didn't die in the fire...

She was murdered.

Murdered?

What are you saying?

Most people die in fires due to smoke inhalation.

The fire uses up all the oxygen,

or your lungs fill with carbon dioxide.

- No... - Maybe Sarah got...

dizzy. She fainted and hit her head on the way down.

The station collapsed with her inside it.

How do you know the injuries were not post-mortem?

I don't know.

I'm telling you she was murdered.

I'm sure of it.

They wanted to get rid of the evidence.

That's why they came back.

Whoever it was, they were looking for something.

We need to find the suitcase.

They knew what they were looking for.

"Return to Sarah Jackson."

"This was it..."

It was a sweater,

"and it was covered in blood."

This was what they were all looking for.