All language subtitles for Zero Kelvin (Hans Petter Moland, 1995).ENG

- How do you do.
- I represent...

- No, thank you.
- I have several books...

Nice doing business with you.
Wonderful to talk to you.

Who?

Say...

Interested in poetry?

Poetry is a load of bollocks. You
can't find anything less interesting.

- What the hell do I need poetry for?
- Right.

What the hell do you need poetry for?

2,70.

Pardon me.

Interested in poetry? A young writer.
Romantic poems. 2,70.

- How are his reviews?
- One paper raised him to the skies.

- A very promising young author.
- What is his name?

- "Birds without wings."
- No, who is the author?

I am.

Does that disappoint you?

- You've got a nerve, Henrik Larsen.
- Thank you, Gertrude.

Right turn!

Remember we talked about
getting engaged before I left?

Sit still.
Yes, I remember we joked about it.

- Joked?
- Careful, now.

THE GREENLAND COMPANY
contract

Hello.

I'm going home.

I don't want you to leave.

My dear and wonderful Henrik.

I wanted you to have this letter
to remember me by.

So I'll be in your thoughts
just as you are in mine.

Forgive me for snubbing
the engagement.

But our love must be free,
so we don't need to get engaged.

I know you understand.

I love you for your tenderness
and soulfulness.

I love you for your soulfulness.

And I long to see you again.

Love, Gertrude.

- Hello.
- Hello there.

After a whole bloody year in solitude
yours is the first ugly face I see.

- They're not all up to standard.
- Bollocks! They're all top quality.

157 in all. Not counting
the bear, musk and seal hides.

It still isn't enough, Randbek.

Hello.

- Samples for the Science Academy.
- You've been busy, Holm.

Store them in a cold place
until you reach Kristiania.

Oslo...
Kristiania has been renamed Oslo.

- What's her name?
- Jane.

- Don't play with the sleigh dogs.
- There you go, Holm.

- What's that?
- The quota for next season.

They must be mad.
It's two times as much.

- By order of the Company.
- Impossible. Talk to them.

What's the matter with you?
Just talk to them.

You bloody little sheep's cunt.
Stop licking the manager's boots!

Talk to them, damn it.

Meet your quota, Randbek,
or you're finished here.

Then they'll have to come and show
me how! Tell that to the little cunt!

- Is that your reply?
- Yes, go ahead and write it down!

Don't write anything.

Where's the help you promised me?

Then it's agreed, Randbek.
Double the quota. Happy hunting!

Tell that bloody horse's cock
I'll shove his arse down his throat!

What are you doing?
Stop it!

We'll take our annual day off today.
Get it over with.

Smells good.

- Lenin is in a bad state.
- His death brought about chaos.

What?

Don't be a spoilsport
when people are a year behind.

It's fine. It's the same spirit Holm
uses for his larvae and seals' cocks.

What's good enough for Holm
is good enough for us. Right, Holm?

You'll get used to the soup.

Engaged, as well.
And you play the violin.

Only when it suits the occasion.

Doesn't music always
suit the occasion?

- Play something.
- Now?

Yes.

That was...

Cheers.

That was nice.

While we pack up, you can row out
and shoot some birds for the dogs.

After breakfast.

Did you see his hands?

What?

His hands.
Like those of a little lass.

Larsen is too young to go hunting.
We'd best leave him behind.

He can cook and keep house.
And entertain us.

In a couple of years we can
send him out hunting. For zebras.

"What, zebras? Righto, where?"

Quiet.

Walrus.

No, there's too much ice.
He'll wreck the boat.

I'll shoot when you've harpooned it.

How are you going to get it
if it bolts off?

Right, Larsen.
Shut up and learn.

Where the hell did he go?

It's going to pull off!

The ice cold murdering bastard!

He didn't even take aim,
for God's sake.

You're a bit off-key.

What's that, you little brat?

My bloody voice hasn't broken yet.

You're terribly off-key.

You bloody runt! Come back
when you know how to wank.

I've got hair enough on my arse
to knit an entire sweater.

What are you doing?

Writing.

You're a writer?
Well, I'll be damned!

- Have you written a lot?
- No, just a collection of poems.

- What's that one about?
- Man in the wilderness.

A writer...

You have to help with the quota.
Fish, hunt, snare, shoot.

And get food for the dogs
and ourselves.

That's what my book is all about.
My publisher said...

I don't give a shit
about your publisher!

But we have a scientist here...

You little shit!
Are you comparing yourself to Holm?

- No, but in my spare time...
- We have no spare time here.

"Man in the wilderness"! They
send me a whelp, when I need a man.

Bloody runt.

I never want to see that again.
Understand?

How does your fianc�e feel
about you being away for so long?

- She doesn't mind.
- She doesn't give a damn about you.

It'll be fine.

Fine? Up here you forget
your near and dear ones. Eh, Holm?

They forget you. You keep your
chin up now, but in a month or so...

That's when
the sentimentality sets in.

- And all the suffering.
- We're not like that.

What are you like, then?

Christ! I've had 37 great loves.

I've tried to drink myself to death.
But one day you wake up.

And you don't understand
why you wasted your time on them.

Well, no two people are alike.

- You mean you're better than me?
- I didn't say that.

What's so special about her?
Do tell.

Are you happy?

Don't tell me you're happy.

Some people really do
love one another.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Nothing I need
to explain to you, anyway.

Even if you are the Station Manager.

Christ, we've got
a happy person in our midst.

Who have we here?
It's Jane, is it?

"We won't see each other for a long
time, so I want our love to be free."

What do you think she means?
About our love being free, eh?

We just talked about the brothel
in Barranquilla. Best in the world.

There you'll find real love. You'll
be up to your knees in cunt juice.

Let's go, all three of us?
And share a whore.

I'd better do her first,
so she won't be disappointed.

You can go last
when she won't know the difference.

Larsen! Don't spoil the dog.
Treat animals like animals.

No...

I'll bash your bloody head in.

Let me go. No! No!

Morning.

Morning.

Go fox hunting. Don't tell me
you don't know how to hunt fox.

Of course I know how.
Of course I know how!

Bloody hell!

They asked me which one. I pointed
out the largest whore of the lot.

250 kilos, half of it cunt. Up
we went and I drilled away all night.

I thought I was in for a discount
due to my tireless performance.

I asked to get it for half price.
Know what the whore replies?

Yes.

What did she reply?

- Who?
- The whore in Barranquilla.

I don't remember.

"You won't get it for half price
just because you have half a cock."

What the hell is keeping him?

"Danish Methodists have published
a complaint against the Bishop."

"This is not just an attack
on the collections, but also..."

- Christ, should we go look for him?
- "In a letter two years ago..."

- Good evening.
- Hello.

Where are the animals?
Where are the animals?

Get it out!
A bloody seagull, Christ almighty!

What the hell are we supposed
to do with such a sissy?

Two... four... six.

How many did you get?

Four. Three.

Congratulations.

Any food left?

Evidently not.

Yes! Mush, mush!

Yes, yes, yes!

Right, right, right!

Stop, stop, stop!

Use the whip!

- Hell no, Randbek.
- What?

You don't need to use the whip.

You don't need to use the whip now,
Randbek.

Don't you get it, you little shit?

Don't spoil the dogs.
They won't survive it. Listen to me.

Listen! The dogs have to know
who's in charge or they won't pull.

Maybe when you need them
the most. And then you're fucked.

- Isn't that overdoing it a bit?
- No.

How did you put up with him
all those years?

He's my friend.

We can't afford that.

- What the hell is this?
- Lice.

I know. Which of you is it?

- Maybe Larsen got it from the dogs.
- No, I maintain strict hygiene.

- Hygiene? Bloody posh word.
- I said who the hell has lice?

I saw you squashing lice last night.

Did you clean it up?

You've got lice.

- There are many hardships.
- Particularly for the inexperienced.

He maintains good hygiene,
the lad does.

Randbek? Randbek!

- Come off it.
- Open the door, Randbek!

Randbek, open this door now!
Randbek!

Cold, was it?

- Found any?
- Sit still.

Stop larking about, Randbek.

A mystic and holy Saru in Bangalore
taught me to read in the cards.

- Your lying has even you convinced.
- Shut up.

When you sail the Far East
you see many strange things.

- Not everything can be explained.
- There's always an explanation.

Nearly always.

- Are you game?
- I don't believe in it, Randbek.

Stop it, will you?

Larsen...

- A lonely child in a stone house.
- Lucky guess, Randbek.

The big boys tie...
tie him to the tree.

The poor boy is crying.
Birth mark on the nose.

The woman who comforts him
has a birth mark on the nose.

There's a bird in a cage by the bed.

What else?

Gertrude...
Oh... Gertrude. Gertrude.

No, Henrik, don't...

I see a man in uniform.
Like that one.

- What else?
- You don't want to know.

What else, Randbek? What else
do you see about Gertrude?

No, you stupid idiot! You've broken
the spell. I can't see shit now.

It was a lie. You lied.

"Forgive me for snubbing
the engagement."

"But our love must be free,
so we don't need to get engaged."

"You understand, because you are
the most understanding man I know."

"I love you for your tenderness
and your soulfulness." It was a lie!

You aren't engaged.
She didn't want to.

That's women for you.

You know all about that,
having been to a brothel and all.

All women seize the moment
when it's there. Yours too.

"Our love must be free." That means
free to find someone else.

If she's horny for you,
she's horny for others.

If she sucks your cock, she likes it.
So she likes to suck others', too.

It's female nature.

- She loves me, Randbek.
- Love? What's that, eh?

She loves you because "you're
the most understanding man I know."

Eh? Don't you think she means
the most forgiving man she knows?

For you forgive her sins.

She hasn't got someone else.
She hasn't got someone else.

She likes it rough, doesn't she?

She likes it when you rough her up
like a soldier. An officer.

"Harder, Henrik! Harder!
Harder, harder, Henrik!" Eh?

And one day, you see...
One day she won't wait any longer.

And she rubs herself
against his uniform trousers.

And she feels his big cock
getting hard underneath.

One day she takes it in her hand.
And then she puts it in her mouth.

And then she sucks. On her knees
in front him. Submissively.

Pure fucking poetry.

- What is it you know, you bastard?
- Nothing. You live and you learn.

You bloody bastard.

I hope Larsen brought some meat
for us. I'm bloody starving.

- They're all skin and bone.
- We'd better put some of them down.

That'll provide meat for the others.

That one, for instance.
It looks very well fed.

This isn't about you or him
but about what's best.

He's right, Larsen.

You're not going to do it in here?

Hang on.

Maybe you want to do it?

I'll show you, you happy bastard!

You bloody...

- Let him go, Randbek.
- I'll show the bastard.

Bastard!

If you come inside,
I'll shoot you full of holes.

You idiot.

We can tie him up and drive him to
Holvidhab for the rest of the winter.

- It's mutiny, but it's up to you.
- I want him here.

- Aren't you...
- No.

Let him in.

Come on in, Randbek. We can't
have you lying about in the snow.

You had it coming.

There'll be no more talk of that.
Everything's all right now.

- I'm not mad at you.
- Me neither.

Good. That's the spirit.

That's a real man talking.
Christ...

What? What's with you?

Put yourself to some good use
instead of breaking bottles.

Stop tormenting the boy, can't you?

That would be against the point.
He's just beginning to learn.

He can be of good use to us.
And he's a good shot.

Go home and lie down.
Go home!

Merry Christmas.

Well, I'll be ...!

- It's all Randbek's doing.
- The pudding's almost ready.

Eh?

- I don't know what to say.
- Thank you is enough.

"Thank you is enough."

Cheers.

Read the letter again, have you?

No, I've just made your bed.

I've washed and ironed your shirt.

We should look our best
on Christmas Eve.

Yes.

Well, put it on.

I just want to button it up.

Merry Christmas.

Holm. I want to thank you as well.

- It's all Randbek's doing.
- It can't be him alone.

Yes.

Merry Christmas.

In the heavens glorious

hark! All the souls
sing a pilgrim song

throughout the blessed

kingdoms on earth

we march to Paradise
with song.

The dogs haven't had
a Christmas treat.

Let's bring them in
and give them some old bread.

But you don't want to spoil them.

It's Christmas.

Do you think the dogs know
Christmas from Easter?

Won't it just confuse them?

It'll make them happy.
Bring them in. It's all right.

Perfectly all right.

Yes, yes. Stop!

Well done.

One dog shouldn't get more
than the others.

How do you want to do this?

We either spoil the dogs
or we don't.

Give them a bone, why don't you?
That'll make them happy.

It's not such a bad thing
for someone to be happy.

I'm trying to make us
a nice Christmas Evening.

It took me an hour
to iron your bloody shirt.

Thanks a lot.

And you're supposed to be
a loving person, eh?

Loving and happy.

What have I done wrong?

Damned hypocrite.

Why...

What makes you
a better man than me?

Leave me alone!

Good night then, Randbek,

Sleep tight, and Merry Christmas.

A man just stepped in.
He didn't say hello.

- Hello, Mr. Station Manager.
- Hello, Larsen.

I would like the Station Manager
to log an observation in the book.

On behalf of the Greenland Company,
may I ask which observation?

I would like the Station Manager
to log the following:

The scientist, the sharpshooter -

- and the somewhat illusory Holm
has disappeared.

Reason: Abject working conditions.
Proof: Attempted murder of colleague

Holm...

He's gone to Holvidhab.

"Don't follow me. I won't have
anything to do with either of you."

- "I'll shoot whoever..."
- What are the two of you up to?

Do you really think
I want to be alone with you?

"I'll shoot whoever comes within
300 feet of me. Whoever. Holm."

He's coming back.

The damned gentleman. He's only
taken four dogs. Harness the dogs.

But he'll shoot.

Let it go.

- This is mutiny. Come on.
- Let it go.

- You'll never get there alone.
- I'll take my chances.

- You do know that I'll shoot.
- Yes, I know.

Stop fooling around and come back.

You can't leave me here by myself.

Jakob...

Jakob...

I need a friend, damn it!

I don't want to be your friend.

What did he say?

He doesn't want to be my friend.

Look. Randbek.

No.

Here. Drink. It'll do you good.

We'll manage without Holm, okay?

Right now he's rubbing
his cock across her thigh.

Does Gertrude's officer grease his
cock before he fucks her in the arse?

It's your fault he left.

Larsen.

Are you asleep?

No.

We have to make peace, Larsen.

We must reach an agreement.

What agreement?

No more fighting. No more shooting.
We'll split up the work between us.

And no more talk about Gertrude
and that bloody goat.

- And Jane?
- Yes, for God's sake, her too.

Agreed.

We'll let the spirits decide
who is the strongest.

This is mine and that is yours.

- What are you up to now?
- I don't know.

But we'll find out
who dies first, at any rate.

If your light dies before mine,
you die first.

If mine dies first, I die first.

It's called the Curse of Ruth.
I've done it before.

- What the hell is this?
- Flour.

The lower part of the table is yours.
Happy New Year, Larsen.

I wasn't afraid. I pitted mine
against the other killer dogs.

What?

Permission to cross the line
due to lack of booze.

Tell me about Gertrude
and your happiness.

Or have the doubts set in?
Tell me about it.

It's human nature to have doubts.

How do you know?
You're not human.

No, your destiny.

And what is my destiny?

No... no!

What? What did you see?

I can't tell you.

Let me go!
I saw myself as I am.

- Lord almighty...
- The bullets, damn it!

We're in luck.

Our only chance
is to try to get to Holvidhab.

We're in for a nice reunion
with Holm.

There are plenty of foxes there.
We'll meet our quota.

More to the south. To the south.
Straight ahead.

Weren't we supposed to split the
work? I thought we agreed on that.

The agreement is annulled.

Larsen!

I didn't mean to use the whip.
I shot into the air to stop you.

I'm shooting into the air too,
Randbek.

Yes! Mush!

Larsen! You'll never reach
Holvidhab on your own.

We have to stick together, Randbek.

Jakob... You bloody idiot.
I told you.

We'll never make it.

Never. We have to go around.
The ice is rising.

Not on your life! It's too far.
We'll cut across the fiord.

Do you know what I think, Larsen?
The dogs were Holm's undoing.

Somebody spoiled them.

Yes! Mush! Mush!

Idiot.

Yes! Mush! Mush!

Left! Left! Left!

Stop.

Yes! Yes!

Mush!

Mush!

Mush!

Stop! Stop!

"Gertrude", by Henrik Larsen.

"You'll see the light someday.
Shimmering gold."

"You'll hear the wind
in the chestnuts someday."

"The green."

"You'll talk in a silver voice.
Sing with the birds."

"For you have loved."

"And hence you'll always
be her happiness."

That's all wrong.
It's the other way around.

Have you never heard the word
"never" before? That's more like it.

Don't wave that about when I'm
writing. It's impolite and uncouth.

"You'll never see the light someday.
Shimmering gold."

"You'll never hear the wind
in the chestnuts. The green."

"You'll never talk in a silver voice,
sing with the birds."

"For you have never loved."

"And hence you will never
be her happiness."

We'll call it "The Unhappy One".

That's the problem with you.

- You've never loved.
- Yes, I've loved like the devil.

I went mad. I had to go
to sea to collect myself.

I worked and slaved all day.

And I had to study at night in order
to become a proper gentleman.

One day you come home and there
she lies with her legs spread out.

Wet and newly-fucked.

Next to her a pale,
naked man lies staring at me.

Frightened as hell.

But he's a proper gentleman.
Maintains strict hygiene, he does.

Do you think she did it for fun?

No. She said she was finally happy.
Finally happy.

She was right
that lust is the only happiness.

Lust. She taught me that,
and for that I thank her.

Lust. Not what you think
is your love for...

For Gertrude.

Let her go, Randbek.
Let her go, Randbek.

- Let her go, Randbek.
- She's not yours.

You don't have anyone, get it?
You can never have anyone.

Not Jane, Randbek.
Please don't do it.

Oh, bloody hell!

Your days are numbered.

Now, Larsen,
you'll never be rid of me.

Now you'll be one of the happy ones.

Oh, bloody hell!

I couldn't help myself.
I killed the bastard, Larsen.

I bashed in his head.
But he was a gentleman, mind you.

That was the end
of love and hygiene.

I tied a great, bloody...

...rock around his neck.

Threw him in...

Where the hell did he go?

Larsen? Do you think
your Gertrude could love a murderer?

Nobody will know.

That's even worse. You'll have
to carry the burden alone, like me.

I won't be like you, Randbek.

Yes, damn it! You're already
like me, you poor bastard.

I'll never be like you.
I believe in love.

We have no reason to doubt
Mr. Larsen's innocence.

Although Captain Madsen and
Winding of The Greenland Company -

- failed to find the earthly remains
of Randbek at the site of the fire, -

- we believe in Larsen's explanation
that Randbek died in the fire.

The case is closed.

Remember the last time I did this?

"Forgive me for snubbing
the engagement."

"But our love must be free,
so we don't need to get engaged."

You'd get a different answer
if you asked me now.

- Why?
- Sit still.

I've waited for so long.
And you've changed.

You're grown up
and more self-confident.

- Even if I killed someone?
- Even more so.

He said nobody could love me
if I killed him.

He can't know much about women.
Or love.

But I love you.

Subtitles by: Helle Schou Kristiansen
SDI Media Denmark