All language subtitles for Smillas.Sense.of.Snow.1997.720p.BluRay.x264. YTS.MX-English

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Why, Smilla?

My baby.

Isaiah!

He was playing on the roof.
He fell.

All right, nothing to see now.
Come on.

I just need a few
from this angle.

O.K.

I f-f-found him.

What made him run?

Who are you?

I'm the lady who lived
upstairs from him.

He's the gentlemen
from the ground floor.

Well, you're not
allowed up here.

I'll need the footprints
of the deceased.

I don't know why the hell
he was playing up here,

running around wild
without supervision.

A strange way to play,
don't you think?

Take these people
downstairs.

The tracks go in a straight
line towards the edge.

No child in the world
would play like that.

Can you just
go down now, please?

Why so many accidents,
Smilla?

First my husband,
and now my baby.

Why, Smilla?

I don't know.

How am I going to go
to the morgue tomorrow?

If they think
it's an accident,

why are they doing
an autopsy?

They told me
to show up and...

sign papers,

and get his things.

I'll go, Juliane.

Let me go.

I had hoped he would
live a long life.

Yes. All parents hope that
for their children.

I have children
of my own.

I know how
you must feel.

My deepest condolences.

I'm not his mother.

We were friends.

Beat it,
you little shit.

Wanna read me a story?

No, I won't
read you a story.

Persistent little bastard,
aren't you?

I can't be your
little friend. O.K.?

I have nothing
to offer you.

Just go away.
Hmm?

Look, there's absolutely
no future in this.

"A point is that which
cannot be divided.

A line is a length
without breadth."

This can't possibly
interest you.

Hmm.

"A semicircle is a figure

contained within a diameter

and the circumference intersected

by the diameter."

You smell bad.

I don't mean to say this
to hurt your feelings,

but you really stink.

What interests you?

Do you know anything
about Greenland?

Hmm.

You should know something

about where you're from.

Why?

Because it tells you
who you are.

It's important
to know who we are.

Do you know
who you are?

No.

Did your mom
read you stories?

She told me stories.

About what?

About Greenland.

When she used to hunt,
stories like that.

Miss Smilla,
can we go home?

Why, are you tired?

No, home to Greenland.

What do you want me to do,
lie to you?

Tell you we'll go to Greenland
and then not go?

Get your hopes up?

If Inuits who are feuding

wish to reconcile,

they touch each other's breasts,

and say ilaga.

Ilaga.

Ilaga.

It means friend.

Ilaga.

When a child
dies like that,

it's a tragedy.
Terrible accident.

It wasn't an accident.

I see.

Who did the autopsy?

It was routine.

That's not what I asked you.

Doctor Loyen.

Johannes Loyen?

Isn't he the head of
the Institute of Arctic Medicine?

Mm-hmm.

Why would such a famous man

do an autopsy on a 6-year-old?

It was routine.

So you've said.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Do you think
his feet were cold?

He always wore those sneakers.

When I saw him
lying there in the snow,

his soles were so run-down.

His feet must have been cold.

Would you like something to drink?

I may be from Greenland,
but I don't drink.

Are you...

Are you hungry?

Look, I don't want to share
anything with you. O.K.?

O.K.

Perhaps you can sleep.

Go-G-Good night.

Do you always stutter?

No.

I make you nervous then?

Don't you think I see
the way you look at me?

What did you think,
we'd get drunk

and fuck all night,
fueled by our mutual grief?

Is that what you thought?

It's O.K., Smilla.

I loved him, too.

Yeah.

Of course you did.

Dr. Loyen.

You're of Greenlandic descent.

My mother was Greenlandic.

You were the one
who examined Isaiah?

Yes.

What I would like to know is

what did he die of?

He fell from
a height of 5 stories.

The organism as a whole
simply collapses.

Was there any trace
of violence?

None at all.
What makes you think that?

Is it possible
to see the report?

You wouldn't understand it.

Look, both we and the police

are interested in

the most thorough
investigation possible.

In a case like this,

if there's even
the slightest doubt,

we look for everything
and we find everything.

A child defends itself,

gets skin cells under its nails.

There was nothing like that,
nothing at all.

We looked at the police report.

The footprints show quite clearly

that the boy was alone on the roof

before he fell.

There was nothing to indicate

that this was anything
but an accident.

It's tragic, of course,

but the case is closed.

Now, please drop by again,
my dear lady,

if there's anything else
that troubles you.

I'm filing a complaint
with the district attorney.

What makes this your business?

A 6-year-old boy was murdered.

I'm making it my business.

I've told you there's
no forensic evidence

to indicate foul play,
none whatsoever.

I don't really care about
your forensic evidence.

I knew him,

and that's my evidence.

We all have our phobias.

Do you know what
Isaiah's was?

It was heights.

Nevertheless, he was up there.

Yes, he was.

And what puzzles me...

what keeps me awake at night

is wondering what made him
go up there at all.

May I please spend the night?

Hello!

Hello!

We're going
to miss the film.

You're late.

I've called the agency twice.

It's not the baby-sitter, dear.

Come in.

We get 1,000 cases a year.

I can't be expected
to remember every single one.

Unburden yourself, Lagermann.

You'll feel better.

We were very busy
the night he was brought in:

drunk drivers, Christmas parties.

You're not squeamish, are you?

No.

I have a little trick,

the kind of thing
you invent in any profession.

I hold a light bulb
inside his trousers.

In one leg,
there is a perforation.

I examine the boy again.
All of this is routine.

I find a hole in his thigh.

There's no bleeding,

and the tissue hasn't contracted.

You know what that means?

No.

It means that
whatever happened at that spot

occurred after his heart
had stopped beating.

I take a closer look
at his trousers.

There's a little indentation
around the hole.

This rings a bell.

So I get out
a biopsy needle,

a kind of syringe, quite big,
attached to a handle.

You plunge it into the tissue
to get a sample.

The hole in his trousers

was where someone in a hurry

shoved it in
with a good whack.

Someone had taken
a muscle biopsy from him

after he died.

The ambulance men?

I talked to the driver
and the medics

and the orderlies
who received the body.

They all swore
on a stack of Bibles

that they didn't do it.

Why didn't Loyen
tell me this?

I was just beginning the autopsy
when Loyen arrived.

He was surprised
I'd started on the boy.

He pulled me off it
and took over.

What do you think
was after him on the roof?

I don't know.

But I won't be much
in the Christmas spirit

until I find out.

Please don't come here again.

One more thing.

The night he died

wasn't the first time
I'd seen him.

He came in once a month.

Loyen examined him...

alone.

I don't suppose
there are any records.

I've already looked.

Nothing.

Man:
Blessed be the God and Father

of our Lord Jesus Christ

who had blessed us with
all spiritual blessings,

and heavenly places of the Christ...

...the foundation of the world...

that we should be holy
and without blame before Him.

And love, having predestinated us...

...by Jesus Christ who Himself...

...in praise of
the glory of His grace,

wherein He hath made us accepted...

in whom we have redemption
through His blood,

the forgiveness of sins,

according to
the riches of His grace...

Who was that man at the funeral?

What was he trying to give you?

I don't want his money no more.

Dirty money.

What money?

Why does he give you money?

They always try to buy me out.

First my husband, now my kid.

Who's they?

"We wish to inform you

that the directors
of Greenland Mining

have decided to grant you
a widow's pension

following the death
of your husband...

Norsaq Christiansen."

It's signed Elsa Lubing.
Who's she?

Who's Elsa Lubing?

Can I take this?

Oh, yes.

I filmed this as you came back

from the hunting trip
with your mother.

You'd had bad weather
with a lot of fog.

You were lost.
Everyone had given up hope.

Your mother said

you suddenly pointed
with complete conviction.

You knew the way home.

No one could explain it.

From that day on,

they always strapped you
to the front of the sledge

whenever they went
on a hunting trip.

You knew exactly
how to get home.

Yeah, Father.

How the hell
do you explain that?

I don't know.

I just knew.

You were a regular
little Eagle Scout.

A real little
Nanook of the North.

Cut it out, Benja.

You should try Brentan.

What?

Brentan. For fungus
between the toes.

It's not fungus.

People don't get that
till they reach your age.

Yeah, adolescents do, too.

Especially if
you work out a lot.

And it spreads quite easily
to the crotch.

What do you know
about Johannes Loyen?

He's a...

very talented man.

He created the Institute
for Arctic Medicine.

What's his interest
in forensic medicine?

He started out as a pathologist.

He did an autopsy
on a 6-year-old boy.

Ha.

Must have been a good career move.

Since our school days,

Loyen has always wanted
to be recognized

as the best in the world,

not just in Denmark,
but in the universe.

It wasn't a flame
like in the rest of us.

It was a conflagration.

He wrote this as his thesis

for his professorial degree.

"Mesozoan Parasites."
What are they?

Prehistoric worms.

Write me a prescription, Father.

Are you sick, Smilla?

With this piece of paper,

you can save my life

and keep your hippocratic oath.

It has to be 5 figures.

I let someone down.

A child.

It'll take money
to do something about it.

I'm afraid that check
won't be nearly enough.

He only gives you money

because you make him
feel so guilty.

He told me that.

And he only gives you money, Benja,

because you're such
an amusing little fuck.

But one day, like all of us,

you'll wake up

and your perfect tits
will be starting to sag,

and your perfect little piquant ass

will be starting to go.
Then what, Benja?

By then, Smilla,

you'll be dead,
and I won't care.

Come for Christmas dinner?

I don't celebrate Christmas.

It doesn't mean anything to me.

They hunted seals by their igloos.

They stalked them
with screens on the ice.

"They waited for them
on a floe edge,

and they harpooned them
from kayaks."

They hunted them

in the bluish darkness
of the winter night.

To the Inuits,
the seal was life.

Isaiah, what did I just say?

Isaiah?

Tell me what I just said.

Tell me.

What did I just say?

My God.

Juliane?

Juliane, Isaiah's gone deaf.

He's gone deaf

from having 3 ear infections

from you not taking care of him!

Doctors say he was O.K.

What doctors?

Who told you he's O.K.?

He's not O.K.

There's nothing
to worry about.

Ilaga.

I'm not mad at you.

Ilaga.

Stop it.
I'm not mad at you.

Ilaga, ilaga.

Yes, you're my friend.

Ilaga, Isaiah.

Please...

don't be frightened.

I'm from the district
attorney's office.

Do you always
make house calls?

Let's just say it's
the nature of this case...

and because of your
thought-provoking letter.

I spoke to Professor Loyen.

He told me that
you came in to see him.

There were tracks
in the snow.

I read the report
and looked at the pictures.

You have to have special
lenses and lights

or it doesn't show up.

What doesn't show up?

They were acceleration tracks.

When you take off
from the snow or ice,

a pronation occurs
in the ankle joint

like when you walk
barefoot in the sand.

If the movement is too fast,

not firm enough,

they'll be a little slip backwards.

As with any child who is playing...

If you're used to
playing in the snow,

you don't leave that kind of track

because the movement
is not efficient.

He grew up in Greenland.
He was used to snow.

You don't believe me?

I didn't say that.

The truth is
I've felt uncomfortable

about this case from the beginning.

And when you wrote your letter,

that confirmed it for me.

There was so little to go on.

What do you want me to do?

Find out what was after him.

I'll do my best.

You have my word.

Thank you.

I don't know your name.

Raven.

I'll be in touch with you.

Thank you, Mr. Raven.

Thank you for believing me.

Hello?

My name is Smilla Jaspersen.

I have some questions
about Greenland Mining.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

I don't work there anymore.

Who is it?

Delivery for Elsa Lubing,
from the florist.

She isn't home.

Could you buzz me in, please?

We have strict instructions

not to open the door
for nonresidents.

They're orchids, Mrs. Schou,

straight off the plane
from Portugal,

and they'll die
if I leave them out here.

I can see you!

You won't get away
with anything.

I remember this letter
quite well.

She said
she had flowers.

It's all right, Mrs. Schou.

At this time of day,
I'm normally in prayer.

Norsaq Christiansen's death
was a tragic accident,

especially for the boy.

A child needs both parents...

one of the reasons
why marriage is sacred.

Mr. Lubing would be
pleased to hear that.

There's no Mr. Lubing.

I am the bride of Jesus.

The boy is dead.

4 days ago,
he fell off a roof.

I met him once.

When I saw him
I knew why it was written:

"Unless we become as little children,

we cannot enter paradise."

I hope his mother
finds her way to Jesus.

Only if one can find Him
at the bottom of a bottle.

Oh, He is everywhere,

even there.

Someone chased the boy
off the roof.

He was murdered.

The devil assumes many forms.

It's one of those forms
that I'm looking for.

Do you know a Professor Loyen?

No.

Was he on the payroll
of Greenland Mining?

I don't remember.

You said that you met Isaiah.

When?

Greenland Mining
began to hire Inuits

for the geological expeditions,

and it was on
one of those expeditions

in the summer of 1993...

on the Gela Alta glacier...

that the father died.

When we awarded the pension,

the son and his mother
came to my office.

How did the father die?

An explosion.

You are interested
in the past, Ms. Jaspersen.

I'm interested in why

the chief accountant
of Greenland Mining

has such a guilty conscience

that she's writing
notes in the margins

of pension awards.

May I see the report

of that expedition?

They're in the safe
in the archive department.

There's nothing to see.

Thou shalt not lie, Ms. Lubing.

I think you should go now.

Why do you think

someone was chasing the little boy?

There was snow on the roof
that he fell from.

I saw his footprints.

The way you have
a sense of God,

I have a sense of snow.

Ms. Jaspersen?

Hello?

Would you come back up
for a moment?

Just now when you left,

I opened... it at
the Book of Revelations.

"And the fifth angel sounded,

and I saw a star
fall from Heaven

onto the earth,

and to him
was given the key

of the bottomless pit."

The key to hell.

Miss Jaspersen,
how far will you go?

Try me.

There are 2 archive sections

in the basement
of our building

on Strand Boulevard.

That's where the expedition
reports are kept.

Naturally, I cannot mention

that there's
a passkey system

nor that the abloy key
on the wall behind you

is for the main entrance
to the building.

Ms. Lubing: Someone has
to guard the gates of hell.

Good doggie.

Ah!

Why were you
following me?

I've been thinking
about what you said...

about the footprints.

If you're right,

you're in danger.

You can, um...

sit.

Isaiah and I were friends,
you know.

He used to make me laugh.

He had this little game

where he used to put his head
in his hands like this,

and when he'd come up,
he would be...

a monkey or a rabbit

or Frankenstein or whatever.

I used to see him, um...

come home sometimes
in a cab.

I... He always seemed so...

so afraid.

They examined him every month
at the hospital.

I think that's what scared him.

Why? What do you think
they were looking for?

I don't know.

Someone shoved
a biopsy needle into him

after he died,

and a very important doctor...

I do... appreciate it when someone

makes me something good.

Thank you.

Don't go.

Isaiah's father
was on an expedition

for Greenland Mining
when he died.

That prick Loyen
was the medical consultant.

I saw his name in here.

Try to read it.

It'll be good for your dyslexia.

Smilla.

Why does such a nice person
have such a rough mouth?

I'm sorry if I've
given you the impression

it's my mouth that's rough.

I try to be rough all over.

Miss Jaspersen,

I'd like to talk to you, please.

Talk.

Would you mind coming
to the station with us?

I would mind.

I'm sorry, you must.

Keep your hands off me.

I'll come with you,

just take your hands off.

Get your hands off me!

You don't have to go
if you don't...

f- f-feel like it.

Will I be driven home?

To your door.

Can't resist a man with manners.

See you later.

"Smilla Jaspersen,

born the 16th of June, 1960,

in Quanaaq, Greenland.

Parents:

Ann Qaavigaaq Jaspersen,
a local hunter,

and Moritz Jaspersen,
American physician.

In 1989, employed by
the Geodetic Institute.

From 89-93,

scientific participant
in expeditions

to the ice cap,
the Arctic Ocean,

and arctic North America."

Various references
are attached...

all of which
state unanimously

that if you want to know
anything about ice,

you would benefit by
consulting Smilla Jaspersen.

Captain Telling here, however,

has gathered some information

of a different character.

Moved to Denmark in 1967

after the death of your mother.

Expelled from 4 boarding schools.

Admitted to Copenhagen University,

asked to leave a year later."

Then there are these
other references,

all of which state
that you have created trouble

wherever you've been.

Arrested twice.

Once in Canada.

I was tagging polar bears.

Bears don't read maps,
so they don't respect

national boundaries.

This paints a picture
of a woman

who has never completed
a course of study,

who has been unemployed
for years, who has no family,

who's created conflict
wherever she's been:

someone who has never
been able to fit in.

Anyone with any sense

would keep a very low profile
in your position.

Is it my clothes
you don't like?

What we don't like

are your fruitless
and damaging attempts

to meddle in the investigation
of this case

which I have already promised you
I would look into.

I remember what you promised to me.

Screw you, Raven.

These belong to Greenland Mining.

We found them in your flat.

Imprisonment in
a little soundproof room

with no windows is,
I've been told,

particularly difficult

if you've been brought up
in Greenland.

This would cause you
extreme distress.

It's true, is it not?

They say it's something about

those vast spaces,

the horizon.

That what it is?

All that space.

Good.

Then we mustn't
let that happen.

We've reached an agreement, then.

Will you say that louder, please,

so I can hear you?

Yeah.

We've reached an agreement.

You may go home now.

Smilla, this is your father.

Could you come for lunch
tomorrow at the club?

Call me...

Anything is better
than suicide?

How can you have
6 spelling mistakes in 5 words?

I'm not suicidal.
Suicide is for cowards.

Sometimes one just wants
to be left alone, that's all.

There was an earlier
expedition in '66.

There was an accident
that time, too.

2 of the 8 men died.

Loyen was on both expeditions.

I can't be part of this.

I came to tell you that.

I'm out of it. Good luck.

Smilla.

W...

What did they d...

do to you?

They threatened to lock me up.

And I can't be locked up.

I'm quite ashamed.
Really, I am.

I just can't be locked up.
Don't.

It's O.K.

Do you think I need you
to understand me?

God. Sorry.

What is it about you

that always makes me
want to insult you?

When my father
first brought me here

from Greenland,

I refused to sleep indoors.

I couldn't stand it:
the heat.

I was used to the snow,
the air.

I made a tent
out on the lawn.

Poor Moritz.

He was so embarrassed.

Even now my idea of hell
is to be locked up.

Where...

Where was your mother?

She went out one day
to hunt.

They found her kayak
a few days later.

The side had been staved in.

No one who falls
into the water in Greenland

ever comes up again.

The sea is less than
39 degrees Fahrenheit,

and at that temperature,

all the processes of
decomposition stop.

- How old were you?
- 6.

That's when you came here?

That's when my father
brought me here.

But you were never happy here?

The only thing
that makes me truly happy

is mathematics, snow, ice,

numbers.

To me, the number system
is like human life.

First you have
the natural numbers,

the ones that are whole
and positive,

like the numbers
of a small child.

But human consciousness expands,

and the child
discovers longing.

Do you know the mathematical
expression for longing?

Negative numbers.

The formalization of the feeling

that you're missing something.

Then the child discovers
the in-between spaces

between stones,
between people,

between numbers,
and that produces fractions.

But it's like a kind of madness,

because it doesn't even stop there.

It never stops. There are numbers

that we can't even
begin to comprehend.

Mathematics is a vast,
open landscape.

You head towards the horizon
that is always receding...

like Greenland.

And that's... that's what
I can't live without.

Smilla.

That's why I can't be locked up.

Can I kiss you?

Smilla.

It's Christmas Eve.

Toast with me.

To what?

To Isaiah.

Don't you understand?

My heart is broken.

Then to a merry Christmas.

And a happy New Year.

Smilla.

Merry Christmas, Smilla.

Juliane, you look wonderful.

2 days, Smilla. No drink.

Merry Christmas, Smilla.

He hid this box good.

You should keep it now.

Open it.

His Walkman.

You gave it to him
last Christmas. Remember?

It was his best present.

They let Isaiah go with them

on the expedition?

The Greenland Mining people

were looking for men in Greenland.

My husband signed on.

They told us that
Isaiah could go with him,

so how dangerous could it be?

They were digging inside a glacier.

Something must have happened.

Isaiah was outside.

They took his dad in a helicopter

to the hospital,
and there his dad died.

He never saw him again.

What really happened, Juliane?

Be careful, Smilla.

It was not an accident.

There was something
in the melt water.

Isaiah told me so.

In the melt water?

How would Isaiah know?

His daddy told him.

But he couldn't have done.

You just said they flew
your husband away...

Smilla, please.

...in a helicopter.

Smilla, please.
No more questions.

Who brought Isaiah home?

This doctor. Loyen.

Was Isaiah sick, Juliane?

Is that why Loyen
examined him every month?

Smilla, please.

No more questions.

I'm scared.

But I'll do it anyway.

I knew you would.

The Inuit believe
that if you kill something,

you offend its soul.

I need his soul to be at peace.

Did you ever hear the phrase,

"She was so drunk

that she didn't know
what she was doing"?

That's why I'm doing this

before I drink anything.

Go back inside.

Smilla.

What?

Don't answer the phone
from now on.

Smilla.

What a surprise.
We weren't expecting you.

I thought you didn't
celebrate Christmas.

I don't.

So what do you
celebrate, Smilla?

Oh, I celebrate the loners,

the outcasts,

the shy girl with pimples,

the fattest boy in class,

dyslexics, the stutterers,

the premature ejaculators.

You're such a freak.

Some men died
on an expedition

to the west coast of Greenland.

I need to know why.

Will you look at them for me?

I thought you wanted
to have lunch with us.

Do this for me, Moritz.

I'm happy today for
the first time in ages.

The man with the white hair.

Do you know him?

Dr. Andreas Tork.

Scientist.

Leading specialist

in arctic mineralogy.

Powerful man.

Very ambitious.
Head of Greenland Mining.

Why? You want to meet him?

Why would someone
examine a child

every month at a hospital?

If he'd been exposed
to a virus, to, uh...

Why would someone
shove a biopsy needle

into a dead 6-year-old?

Oh, gross. I'm not eating now.
Forget it.

Answer me.

I'm not eating
a bloody thing, Moritz.

I don't know, Smilla.

To measure the progress
of something... you know.

Thank you.

Call me when you've
looked at that.

I was following you.

He recognized me
from the funeral.

He stopped me and asked me

how Juliane was doing. That's all.

You were with him.

I was not with him!
We started to talk.

I thought I could learn more about

Greenland Mining.

I was following you there.

Smilla.

Smilla.

Don't you trust me?

No.

Juliane:
I told you, we have nothing!

Nothing!

You fucking bastard!

Oh...

Leave us alone!

Isaiah.

What happened?

It's O.K.

It's me, Smilla.

Isaiah.

Smilla?

How did you find me?

It wasn't hard.

You're considered
the best ear in Copenhagen.

You called about a tape.

It was left next to
an electrical box.

Maybe that's what affected
the sound on it.

I can't make it out.

Sounds like some kind
of an announcement.

I can't hear anything.

That's because you haven't

trained your ear.

Hear it now?

It's not live.

It's coming from a loudspeaker.

An intercom.

Maybe in a hospital somewhere.

Can you hear
the doctor's beeper?

No.

And there's someone
whispering, too.

What's he saying?

He's in a lot of pain.

There's an EEG
in there as well,

monitoring his heart.

What's he saying?

It's difficult to say.

It's an East Greenlandic dialect.

He's...

He's talking to his son...
Isaiah.

He's trying to tell

what happened
in an ice cave.

Did you hear that?

That's a Sikorsky R17 overhead.

Late '93, early '94.

This must be the hospital

in the American air base in Thule.

I'm amazed you can
conclude so much

from so little.

Blindness sharpens
the sense of hearing.

Is there any way

you can clean up the tape?

Come back in an hour.

Woman: Are you
finished with that?

Man: Yeah, that's all right.

Hello?

Were you really
just following me?

Yes.

I want to kiss you again.

Would you like that?

Yes.

Smilla, where are you?

Smilla?

Mr. Licht?

Open the door!

Open it!

Open it!

Talk to me.

You have to talk now, Smilla.

Snow. Talk to me about snow.

So many.
There's too many kinds.

Say them!

Qanik.

What's that? Hmm?

Talk.

It's falling snow.

What other kinds?

Aquilluqqag.

It's wet, wet snow.

It's not firm enough

to build a snow house with.

You must never use it for that.

I won't.

Promise me?

I promise.

More. Come on, more.

Did you hear the tape?

They killed Isaiah for it.

Did you get it?

No.

He could have made it.

Not like Smilla, the fake.

The fake Greenlander

with her fine clothes
and manners.

I let him die.

No, you didn't.

The tablets will start to work

in a few minutes.

Then it won't hurt so much.

You must sleep now.

When I was little,

I knew where I was going.

Yes.

I'm very lost now.

Stay with me.

I'm right here.

Lie down with me.

Kinngusaqattaarpoq.

What does it mean?

Say it.

I can't say it.

To practice rolling over
in a kayak.

Makittaqanngitsoq.

Pff. Jesus.

Someone who has never
mastered the art

of rolling over in a kayak.

Umiiarneq.

A shipwrecked person.

You're not shipwrecked.

Pilluaqaanga.

It's to be deeply happy.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Smilla?

You cannot stay
in your apartment.

They've already tried
to kill you once,

and if they know
you're alive,

they won't make the
same mistake again.

Now go to your
father's house.

You'll be safer with him.

I've seen that car before.

Don't turn around.

They found something in 1966.

Something went wrong,

and they waited 30 years

before they sent
another expedition.

But then something else went wrong.

There was an accident.

4 men died.

One of them was Isaiah's father.

So before Isaiah's father dies,

he sends his son a tape

telling him what really happened.

Tork comes looking for the tape,

they kill Isaiah to get it.

And then they killed
the man on the boat.

There's got to be something else

on that tape.

Like what they really found

up there in Greenland.

They're planning to go up again.

They've had to wait until now

for the pack ice to melt
in the Davis Strait.

I know a man...

who knows about boats.

Norsaq Christiansen, dead,

on the Gela Alta glacier,
July 1993.

Hmm.

It says in the report

that he died in an explosion,

but I don't think that's
what killed these men.

These are enlargements
I made from the negatives.

You can see what remains
of the liver,

the esophagus, stomach.

This is the heart...

what's left of it.

Smilla?

Do you notice anything
unusual here?

Something's got
into the heart.

But what is it?

This... This is so gross.

What's it got to do with us?

Get her out of here.

Darling, why don't you
wait for me outside?

I'll join you later.

But it's disgusting.

What's it got to do with us?

I'll be with you soon.

Please. Please.

Smilla?

This is the arctic worm.

Drancunculus Borealis.

Prehistoric.

No one has seen pictures
of them before.

Loyen must have
photographed them.

You see, the female worm

entered these men's vital organs.

The uterus burst.

There were 10 million
larvae released.

The men go into toxic shock.

They die on the spot.
But it's very strange.

Parasites don't usually
kill their hosts.

It's very bad manners.

But I thought the worm was extinct.

I thought so too, Smilla.

But the question is,

what brought them back to life?

Why are you getting
involved in this?

I told you before...
a child died.

It's my New Year's resolution

to make someone pay.

This friend of yours
who dropped you off.

Is he also involved?

I don't know.

I don't know him
very well.

He has a repair shop

which he never goes to.

His hands
are much too clean.

He lies to me.

I don't know what he does.

Are you in love with him?

I've been trying to avoid it

all my life,

so now that it's here,

I just want to renounce it.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm tired of
wondering why it is

that every day
I'm on this earth

I'm in exile.

I'm sorry you're so angry.

I'm sorry
I made you do things.

Is it time for confession, Moritz?

What things did you make me do?

I made you leave your country.

What were you supposed to do,

leave me there?

I punished you, because
your mother was dead.

I'd look at you,
and I'd see her face.

I never loved anyone

the way I loved your mother.

Benja will be sorry to hear that.

It's late, Smilla. I'm going to bed.

All day today I thought
about your hands on me.

Your mouth on my mouth.

This friend of yours, Lander.

What does he do?

He owns the place.

Now, what can I do for you?

I need to know where
the boat is going...

why it's going,
and who's behind it.

The ship you saw, the Kronos,

it's classified ice class.

They spent an incredible
amount of money

getting her ready.

Whatever they're after
has to be very lucrative

for them to recoup
the investment they've made.

But you don't know...

Normally a ship is
chartered with a crew.

But in this situation,

you would prefer
a bare-boat charter...

a ship and nothing else.

Then you find a captain.

He has to be a special
kind of person,

the kind you can take aside,
and over a full glass

tell him that his wages

will be a little
out of the ordinary.

On the other hand,

you need all his tact
and sensitivity.

Where would someone
find such a person?

Right here.

That gentleman over there.

Captain Sigmund Lukas.

A very, very skilled
German seaman.

Knows the North Atlantic
like no one else.

Doesn't drink, but he gambles.

He no longer has
a home or a family.

And now he's for sale,

if the amount is big enough.

If he's so broke,

whose money is he playing with?

Uncle Lander's money, honey.

That's why he's going
to be nice to you.

This is not a game.

If you go on board that boat,

they'll kill you.

I need to know
what happened to him.

You don't even know
where the boat is going.

Wherever the boat is going,

I'll find out why they killed Isaiah.

They've come for you.

Just keep walking.

Don't turn around.

Lander'll be waiting outside.

Go to your father's house.

Wait there.
I'll meet you there.

Man: Perfect!

Miss Jaspersen?

Miss Jaspersen.

Go.

- Open this door!
- Go!

I need you to help me
get on the Kronos.

What makes you think
I can help?

Just talk to Lukas.

My life is shit.

But whatever it's worth

I owe to your boyfriend,

so the answer is no.

I'm going whether
you help me or not.

Wait, wait, wait.

You scare me, honey.
Other women,

it's all threat,
and no action.

You, I believe.

You'll go anyway

and get yourself
really fucked.

So give me a call
when you're ready.

Thank you, Lander.

O.K., thank you very much.

It's the door
straight on.

Benja?

You don't belong here.

They're going
to take you away.

You can't run away
your whole life.

We'll get you
a good lawyer.

They'll find a way
to kill me,

or I'll just have
an accident.

I was resisting arrest.
I tried to escape.

And you'll spend
your wretched life

knowing you could
have saved me.

Are you going,
or should I get...

Give us a minute.

But you promised me!

Quiet!

She is crazy!
I can't take this anymore!

Will you be quiet?

What do you
want me to do?

Drive your car
to the back

so I can get in,

and lie down
on the floor,

and then cover me.

Lander.

Where are you?

Meet me at the marina.

Thank you, Lander.
I'm coming.

Once you drive off,

I'll send them
after you.

Benja.

Leave me alone.

Emergency at the hospital.

Good night.
Thanks for your help.

I wanted peace
and quiet so badly,

wanted my family
around me,

but I never
achieved that.

I don't want to let
you go, Smilla.

I'll take that.

Thank you, Lander.

Change your mind and
come back with me.

I can't do that.

Man: Ooh, sweet thing.

Men: Welcome back,
welcome back.

We've been waiting for you.
Nils Jakkelsen.

Stick with me.

I can do things
for you.

You know what I mean?

You can start
by getting my bag.

Man: That's one way to do it.

I'll take you
to the captain.

To your left, upstairs.

Here.

Straight on.

It's in there.

You can go, Jakkelsen.

You're on board

because we needed
a cabin steward.

Your duties include
light cleaning,

and you're responsible
for the ship's laundry.

You can go now.

We have representatives

from the shipping
company with us,

living on
the upper boat deck.

There's no admittance
whatsoever.

If you disobey
this order,

I'll have you locked up.

How about a quick fuck?

Women are crazy
about me.

Hmm.

Smilla Qaavigaq Jaspersen.

That must be
a Greenlandic middle name.

What's on the upper deck?

Fucked if I know, man.

I've never seen security
like this before.

This whole outfit is weird.

Even the captain says

he doesn't know where we're headed.

And the crew.
They're a pile of shit,

and they stick together.

They are scared,
and they won't tell me why.

And then the passengers
on the upper deck

we never get to see.

Who the fuck are they?

Then there's you, Smilla.

Why'd Lukas let you on board?

Everyone thinks you're a cop.

You're spying on me?

Actually, Jakkelsen,
I came for a quick fuck.

But you spoiled it by talking.

And you're gonna help me,

you little needle freak.

No way.

I get claustrophobic.

I'm not kidding.

You're not going.

I am.

I get claustrophobic.

Press the button
for the upper deck.

If anyone tries to send you away,

just refuse to leave.

Give me an hour.
If I'm not back

in a hour, wake up Lukas.

No. I can't do that, man.

Why not?

He's my father.
That's why I'm on board.

That's why I have the key.

He thinks I'm clean.

You'd do that to me, man?

You'd tell him?

In a second.

Now send me up.

Gentlemen.

What we are planning to bring back

from our expedition to Greenland

is a scientific sensation...

the most valuable discovery ever made.

An energy-producing meteorite,

the fragment of a planet

from the beginning of creation,

back from the origin of
the solar system.

Not only will it multiply
our investment,

but it will give our company

a very dominating position
in the world.

But there's a drawback.

The stone brought a lethal

prehistoric organism back to life.

It's a kind of worm.

Some of our men
were killed by this worm

when they were diving
in the melt water

around the meteorite
on our last expedition.

The only survivor is a child,

who, unfortunately,
ran into the water

in an attempt
to reach his father,

one of the divers.

Ever since this incident,

this child has been
kept under observa...

Man:: Give me your hand here.

This worm is always fatal,

but only when it reaches
the inner organs.

It seems that young people
can live with it longer,

presumably because their
immune systems are stronger.

They're out of champagne.

What did you see up there?

Enough to nail those bastards.

I've got her!

No!

What else could I do?
I lit a cigar

and put it up to the sensor.

I'm really fucked now, man.

They know it's me.

Bunch of freaks!

What the hell did you do

to make them want to kill you?

They want to kill both of us.

This is the captain.

We're approaching
the Nordic Star platform.

We'll be docked
for about half an hour.

All crew members are confined
to quarters.

No one is to leave the ship.

I repeat:
No one is to leave the ship.

I've got to get off now.

Don't look so panicky.

Just stay close to
Jakkelsen the Great.

Ever been to Hong Kong?

They offered me
a modeling contract once.

Let's go there.

You are expressly
refused permission

to leave the ship.

Any crew member attempting
to do so

will be arrested
and taken into custody.

Won't he worry about you?

I'll send him a telegram.

Let's get out of here.

How about a quick
fuck before we go?

Once the lights go out,

give me a head start,
and then follow me.

Relax, man.

You can make it up
to me in Hong Kong.

Man: Aah!

Get up!

We're almost there.

I don't feel well.

It'll be hard to find a modeling job.

Never look right at the audience.

You got to look over their heads.

Proud. Like you don't give a shit.

Like a fucking star, man.

Like a star.

Yeah, Jakkelsen.

Like a star.

Oil rigging will commence

in 45 minutes.

Please be sure to secure
all your safety clothing

as recommended by
the Ansi safety standards.

Oil rigging will commence
in 45 minutes.

Please be sure to secure
all your safety clothing

as recommended
by the Ansi safety standards.

What are they paying you?

Is it enough?

The g-government
never pays well enough.

Listen to me!

Listen to me!

The government knew

that there was
something big going on.

They didn't know
what it was exactly,

but they knew they
were going again.

They hired me
because I was a diver,

because I was the kind of person
that Tork needed.

I met him, he trusted me.

He arranged for me to
move into the building

to keep an eye on the boy.

I didn't even know that he was sick.

You never loved him!

Of course I loved him!

I just wanted to protect him,

and for a while,
I thought that I could.

Listen to me.

Listen.

There's not a night
that goes by...

that I don't dream
that I catch him.

I catch him in my arms...

...before he hits the ground.

We can start over.

Tork and Loyen are desperate.

They're under extreme pressure.

They'll show no mercy.

You can hide in my cabin,

but only for a little while.

The ship is approaching the coast.

You've to get ashore.

Just go inland. Wait for me.

There's a village just inside the bay

about 7 miles to the south.

You see how it's drawing energy

from some sort of vacuum in the center?

I knew you'd come.

For people with resources,

the right events happen.

They may look like coincidences,

but they arise out of necessity.

Incredible, isn't it?

We can see inside it.

It's not a real meteorite.

Meteorites are cold. This is warm.

Meteorites are dead.
This... is alive.

And why are you doing all this, Tork?

Why, money.

Fame. More money.

This is the biggest scientific discovery

of the century.

You can't remove it and transport it

to a densely populated
part of the world.

Not until you know
exactly what it is.

You could set off a catastrophe.

Oh, death is always a waste,

but sometimes it is the only way

to arouse people.

Bohr participated in the construction

of the atom bomb

and thought it would promote peace.

You lack imagination, Smilla,

which is unforgivable in a scientist.

What about the boy?

He jumped into the damn water.

We were forced to take him
along into the cave.

His father collapsed

while he was still near the surface.

The boy wanted to go to him.

It was Loyen's idea
to keep him under observation.

The worm was not
in his internal organs.

He never even felt it.

Aaarrrgh!

He killed my son.

Tork!

Tork!

The boy, Tork.

Tell me about the day he died.

You were waiting outside his school,

weren't you, Tork?

He's the only child
who walks home alone.

Smilla: You follow him.

You grab him,

not by his arms,
but by his clothes

so you don't leave any marks.

But you miscalculate.

He knows you, Tork,

Not from the hospital

where you spent hours
tormenting him,

but from the day
he saw his father die.

It's death itself
he associates with you.

You're guessing.

He gets to his building

and then there's no escape.

He knows what's behind him.

He knows he's going to die.

This fear is even stronger
than his fear of heights.

Inside him an engine is spinning

that will keep turning

until all his strength is used up.

And you chase him up to the roof.

Maybe for the first time
it occurs to you

not just to get the tape...

but that it's possible to eliminate him.

And avoid him ever telling anyone

what he saw in a cave
on a glacier somewhere

in the Davis Strait.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I needed the tape.

He panicked, I shouted,

he turned around, he didn't see me.

You're lying.

He didn't turn around.

He couldn't hear a thing.

He was deaf.