All language subtitles for The.Flight.of.the.Eagle.1982

How does it feel to have
the winds against you?

All of Sweden awaits your
answer, engineer andrée.

I must put up with my failure
until I've conquered it.

What does that mean?

Rest assured, lundstrém, the Swedish
flag will fly over the north pole!

- Yes, or the Norwegian.
- No, I insist, the Swedish!

- Right, ekholm?
- Of course.

But what if the wind
changes tomorrow?

Captain ehrensvard has his orders.
He has to start loading tomorrow.

And you, strindberg?

Have you made any
plans for next summer?

Yes.

The same as yours.

Anyone special waiting at home,
engineer andrée?

August 16th: Unfavorable winds
prevented our journey this year.

We depart from here on the 20th
and should be home by the 30th.

Yes?

You have a visitor sir,
Dr. ekholm.

Show him in.

Very interesting. Thank you
for showing me the design.

I can't promise anything,
but we'll talk it over.

- Hello.
- Listen, can you believe that

man wanted to patent a balloon
dragline cutter detonator?

Excuse my sudden visit.
Do you have a moment?

- Yes, of course. Please sit.
- Thank you.

The most recent dragline
test proves the friction

is much higher
than you anticipated.

Are you aware of
what that means?

We won't have the five-fold safety
margin, which was my prerequisition.

No need to worry about
such a formality, nils!

Formality? Together with
the unexpected gas leakage,

this will cut our range in half!
And you call that a formality?

The only thing that can
compensate for this

is a new and larger balloon!

And a new and larger balloon
hangar? Out of the question.

Your attitude is
completely incomprehensible!

I don't expect
you to understand it.

By now we both
know where we stand.

Am I interrupting the hypnotism?

Not at all.

I thought perhaps the engineer
needed something warm

after all the talk
about the north pole.

Kind of you, Mrs. assarsson.

Thank you.

Have the coins been
obedient tonight?

The will, just like faith,
Mrs. assarsson,

can move mountains, right?

Oh, buster... did he go out?

He seems so unreliable,
Dr. ekholm.

I thought, Mrs. assarsson...

That it was buster
that looked unrealiable.

- Why should I not leave?
- Who will look after the cat?

I will, of course,
bring him with me.

Well, don't go into a trance again
and let the chocolate get cold.

Oh, darling!

Imagine, you are back!

You don't need to worry.
Nobody saw me.

Gurli... this isnt working.
We cannot...

We must not start over again.

I cannot stand the secrecy.

We had actually
agreed before I left.

You know what I said
from the start?

"You, or the expedition."

- I've never tried to stop you.
- No, of course not.

- But now you're back...
- Gurli...

It's not over yet.

I have to try again next summer.

13, 14, 15...

Nils?

Why do you want to leave again?

You've already tried once.

Yes, but we never took off.

But if I asked you to stay?

Yes, but you won't.

And if he doesn't want
to meet your demands?

I thought it was our demands?

Do you still believe
in the enterprise?

I trust andrée.

You trust him?

When he refuses to take
into account new facts?

I understand your loyalty,
but it is dangerous.

We have to force him.

We had an agreement
on the safety demands.

Is it only the good of the
expedition you have in mind?

So he has you
under his spell too?

Excuse me, but I have to go.
Anna is waiting.

Spitsbergen is 3770 kilometers
from the Bering strait.

In his original plan,
Mr. andrée anticipated

a speed of 27
kilometers an hour.

That means a traveling
time of 140 hours,

and as the balloon is able
to fly for 30 days,

there was a five-fold
safety margin.

New tests have shown that
the friction of the draglines

is twice as much as
Mr. andrée thought.

The journey will take 12 days

and thus, the safety
coefficient decreases

and becomes 2.5 instead of 5.

I've always wanted to see the
expedition a scientific enterprise,

in which a minimum
is left to chance.

To lift off with the balloon
in its current condition,

I consider as a gamble.

Esteemed colleagues...

Dr. ekholm is, of course,
completely correct.

However, it is also apparent
that he is completely wrong.

Therefore his numbers
must be corrected.

Engineer andrée? Do you still
reckon that a balloon losing

60 cubic meters of gas per day
can fly for 2 months?

No, no, there has never
been a question of 2 months.

But we've talked about the five-fold
safety margin, haven't we?

Yes... the five-fold
safety margin, sure!

Why not six-fold or seven-fold?

There will always be a risk!

But I ask you,
ladies and gentlemen,

to weigh the risk
against Sweden's glory.

Even if it turns out that
our balloon, the eagle,

is less perfect
than anticipated,

I will not hesitate
to lift off with it.

One does not need 2 months
to reach the north pole.

It can be done in 48 hours!

Nota bene:
If the wind is with us!

- Any literary interests?
- No, not especially.

Wait a minute...
I'd like a bit of this one too.

- Well... do you paint?
- No, unfortunately.

- Music, perhaps?
- No.

Not even for fun.

I'm a bit leery of artistic men.
The north pole is not for them.

I ask you to consider, dear
fraenkel. Consider it thoroughly.

It must be your
decision and not mine.

My decision remains the same.

I feel sorry for Dr. ekholm.
He's a good man.

Knut fraenkel?

Nils strindberg, I presume?

Welcome aboard.

Allow me to quote the frankfurter
allgemeine, which said:

"Any man who wants to travel to
the north pole in a balloon,

is either a fool or a swindler."

Or a Swede.

Morning, gentlemen!

Permit me to introduce the
fourth member of the expedition,

lieutenant swedenborg.

Lt. Swedenborg will be
in reserve...

For safety's sake.

Will this be in the newspaper?

Sure, sooner or later.

Yes, newspapers are nice...

To wrap around fish.
Sure, sure...

But don't forget that our destiny
may be decided in the press.

If we have the press on our side,
we may overcome the indifference.

In Sweden it's almost a disease.

Gentlemen, may I
have your attention!

Don't blink or move.

Nobel buys larger balloon?

New donation gets andrée
closer to the goal.

Looks like a job for
brave Swedish men!

This is, I presume,
a Swedish expedition?

The balloon is French, but the
expediton Swedish, your majesty.

We let the Southern Europeans
take care of Africa,

and they, undoubtedly,
will expect us to take on

the exploration of the
great white north, your majesty.

- And it was 20,0007?
- Around 20,000, your majesty.

And you still feel compelled
to lead this great enterprise?

Yes, your majesty!

We can steer the balloon thanks
to the draglines and the sail.

The draglines keep the balloon
at a constant height over the ice.

Steering is completely lost

as soon as the balloon
loses contact with the ice.

And how does this excellent
theory work in real life?

In my tests with the balloon
'svea' I have managed to

deviate from the wind
by about 38 degrees.

How will you Mark the
north pole as you fly over it?

That is simple.

The inventor toérner has
designed this floating buoy.

We drop it from the gondola
and... sim sala bim!

Engineer fraenkel, you have chosen
to take part in this expedition

despite Dr. ekholm's warnings?

I have greater faith in
engineer andrée's abilities,

than in Dr. ekholm's
calculated pessimism.

The safety margin that
you're willing to accept...

How many-fold is it?

It is... one-fold.

One, two, three... fire!

Aside from this brilliant device,
each line has a weak point

that breaks if it gets stuck.

There's also this threaded socket,
so that part of the line

may be freed from the gondola.

And they still accuse me
of lacking safety.

- Where is the balloon now?
- In Paris.

This part, which covers the seal at
its midpoint, is one meter wide.

It assures the safety
of the apparatus,

which is why we've
been able to add

60 cubic meters of
volume in the balloon.

Also, we have created a special
varnish to coat the entire balloon.

And thus, we have the
polar balloon, 'eagle',

consisting of fourteen
kilometers of fabric

held together by
seven million stitches.

Monsieurs, I tell you
with all honesty,

there is nobody who can make
a finer balloon in all the world!

It can be sensitive as a scale.

He says we are tall.

With her you must be ready to
make the supreme sacrifice!

Buster, I think your willpower
is stronger than mine.

You just have to keep
an eye on each finger.

And a finger on each eye.

Or an eye upon each eye.

Clumsy!

And heavy-handed!

Knut!

We saw youl!

Anna, you must be
very proud of nils.

- Why?
- Why?

I think all of Sweden
could answer that.

I want to hear it from you.

What would life be
without dreams, Anna?

But what is most important?
Your dream or ours?

Nisse and I don't want to disappear
among the papers on our desks.

You have every reason
to be proud of him.

All I know is that you're
taking him from me.

But I'm only borrowing
him for a short while.

Think what you'll get in return.

The admiration of all
the women in Sweden.

I just want my nils.

That is worn out.
It must be thrown away.

No, mother, it's not worn out.
No need to be ashamed for that.

Anyway, it's not
going to an auction.

No one shall be tricked into
buying something that's worn out.

Yes, yes, the andréean
honorability...

- Mother sounds much better today.
- Do not worry about me.

I feel like I should
feel at my age.

Hang on, mother.

I brought something for mother.

- Chickens?
- Chickens?

Remember trying to hatch
your breakfast egg

because you wanted chickens?

I asked panoptikon for
an extra copy for mother.

You know I do not
like you with a beard.

But all polar explorers
have beards.

It protects against the cold.

That might be, but it is
not needed at home.

Please shave it off.

Do you really have
to leave so soon?

It would look strange if
I were not present when

fridtjof nansen visits
the academy.

Besides, I will be back soon.

But only to say goodbye.

There is one thing I want
to talk with you about.

I was in such wretched shape
when you left last time.

I remember you said it was the
first time I'd ever hurt you.

Please forget about that.

I just want you to know that if
I'm not here when you return,

you musn't think that your grand
expedition had anything to do with...

What?

To do with me going the way
of all worldly things.

- What a thing to say, mother.
- Everyone has to face it.

It's the only thing
that's certain in this life.

It's mother that I
want to come home to!

The deeds of the
expedition bear witness

of noble dedication
to a scientific goal

and its masculine power has
increased our knowledge of earth

and brought glory to our
fatherland and placed their names

among the great within
polar exploration.

May I, humbly, in the
name of the academy

ask his majesty to
deliver this address?

Finally, I want to address my
dear friend and competitor

in the race for the north pole,
August andrée.

Last summer you were
the victim of fate

which sent you an
unfavorable wind.

To take off with the balloon
demands courage and dedication.

To give up for a another
time because of

meteorological conditions
demands even more.

The experiences that nansen
has shared with me tonight,

more than makes up for the
year I was forced to wait.

I must confess that I pray
to the forces of the weather,

that my dedication is not put
to the test you referred to.

Shall the battle of poltava
be compensated

by the victory
over the north pole?

Well, editor lundstrém here once
made a journey with a balloon,

that ended with a swim
in djurgardsbrunnsviken.

Since then he has not
tolerated balloonists.

Wrong!

Not a bad word about balloon
journeys in the service of science.

The thing is that I have a grudge
against is sensationalism.

Really? I thought
that was your living.

Candidate strindberg,
physician and geographer.

You might be useful.

But you, andrée. You became a
balloonist to get into parliament,

then you got lost and
sailed into bureaucracy.

What is so interesting
about the north pole?

Nobody knows. That is
the interesting thing.

If an engineer in a balloon falls
into the ocean, what happens?

He drowns.

As long as the sea
is not frozen.

Mother is dead.

Emily sent a telegram.
She died this morning.

I have to go to the office.

Buster is alone!

I'll come with you.

- Poison?
- What?

Oh, that's for the polar bears.

You don't have to lie to me.

Gurli, you must understand
that I don't intend

to crawl my way like
the 'Jeanette' men.

'Jeanette' men?

It was an english expedition.
They ate each other in the end.

But the other two?

I have never been more
certain than I am now.

I'd have been an idiot if
I didn't take into account

that an expedition such as
this could end in disaster.

I had a strange dream
the other night.

We tried to put a
small child to sleep.

You and me?

Don't you see that the child was
our love that refused to die?

I wanted to ask if you'd watch
buster for me while I'm gone.

Could you do that?

I'd rather not give him
to Mrs. assarsson.

Last summer we lost five weeks
building the balloon hangar.

If it's destroyed by the winds,
we may have to wait another year.

Heave-ho, heave-ho!

Could you hold
it for a moment...

And look into the camera.

Look at that!

Perfect wind!

The balloon should
have been ready!

23rd of June, midsummer's Eve:

Today at four the filling of
the balloon was finished.

What was considered
impossible is thus accomplished.

The mother balloon!

Bravo!

How does it look?

The second coat
made a big difference.

Good.

Fourteen kilometers of doubt.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

The seams!

Fourteen kilometers
altogether...

And seven million stitches!

That's why ekholm quit.

Do you think it'll be tight?

Hey!

Do you think it'll be tight?

No, but sufficient.

The new varnish is good.

And we have five more
weeks compared to last year.

Five more weeks to
wait for the right wind.

Yes, but what if it never comes?

Fifteen centimeter spread.

Do you think the
wind will ever turn?

We're watching it every day.

Best wishes and hopes
can't do everything.

Can't they?

What do you think he was?

A trapper.

A man equipped with a...
Strong will

always runs a great risk.

Which is?

To be...

Subjugated by his own will.

I don't understand.

If...

No...

To go... or not to go.

I have a feeling we won't
have to wait much longer.

It's strange to sit here
again and think about

being engaged to the
best girl in the world.

I have to shed a tear when
I think of our happiness,

which I may have lost forever.

I know she loves me.
That makes me proud.

And she would be
stricken by my death.

Good night!

But allow me to hope.

The balloon is varnished and should
be much stronger than last year.

Why shouldn't we succeed?

I believe we shall.

- Some coffee?
- Oh, yes, thank you.

What do you think?

We will hardly get better
weather for traveling.

I think that...

We might as well try.

I don't like the squall
coming from the mountain.

The whole thing
could go to hell.

But if we can get clear
of the balloon hangar...

Attention!

Long live the king
and the motherland!

May god hear it!

The decision is made.
Tear down the hangar.

Lay out the draglines.

Have a good trip.

Good bye.

- Come back safe.
- Until then.

Nils.

Anna?

She's so pretty.

Congratulations.

Strindberg, fraenkel...

Ready to climb aboard?

- I want to thank you.
- And I you.

Bon voyage!

Loose the ropes.

Wait a moment!

On my count, cut the lines!

One, two, three!

Long live old Sweden!
Long may it live!

Four times hurrah for the andrée
expedition! Long may it live!

We're too low!

I'll get the sails!

We're sinking!

Nisse... it's loose!

- The lower part is gone!
- What's wrong?

- We've lost a dragline!
- No!

One? We've lost all three.

Only the tops are left.
They've been unscrewed.

We should've put them in coils.

How much ballast
have we thrown out?

- Thrown out... 9 times 23 kilos.
- We could land on vogelsang.

Why's that?

The eagle can not
be controlled anymore!

Are you serious?
You want us to land?

No. It was just a thought.

What about you?

I should have thrown my letter
to Anna over dutchman's point.

Now I'll have to throw it
over vogelsang instead.

Then we agree?

If we could only splice these
together so we could make

one dragline that
is sufficiently long.

I just wanted a whiff.

At this speed we could
reach the north pole

much faster than
we had hoped for.

This speed?

We're standing still.

We're standing still while
the earth turns under us.

We force it down and
turn it slowly southwards.

We're at the center
of the world.

He's sleeping like a baby.
What has he written?

"Our journey has
gone well so far.

Weather wonderful.
Mood perfect."

We've lost over 600 cubic
meters since taking off.

600 cubic meters in 30 hours.
That's far too much.

First the start without the
draglines, then the panic...

But hanging still is worse.

It is unnatural!

Damnable fog!

Yes, and it's about zero.

Gas leakage seems quite low,
considering the circumstances.

Ah, the sun!

At last!

82, 25.

Yes, same bearing as yesterday,
though quite the opposite.

It's better than hanging still.

Do you think we have a
chance of reaching the pole?

Yes...

Thanks.

That was the whole
point of this expedition.

We're on our way.

I always feel calm when I'm
on my way towards something.

A bit farther north than nansen?

Nisse! Polar bear!

Wait!

The balloon stopped at 11:45.
Wind speed: 4.5 meters.

Everything is wet. The balloon
is heavily weighed-down.

Are you ill?

What else can we throw out?

We could wring out
a ton of water.

That will be taken care of
when the sun comes out.

If we're lucky we can land
on Greenland in the morning.

You can go to Greenland
in a steamboat!

We've sailed in every
direction except north.

- Now we're hanging still again.
- What should we do?

And yet I feel a certain
security in his presence.

It certainly is strange floating
here over the polar ocean,

the first to be floating
here in a balloon.

How soon will I...

How soon will we
have successors?

Will we be considered insane,
or will our example be followed?

I cannot deny that a proud feeling
has gripped all three of us.

- Nisse! You got it?
- Yes.

Come on!

The polar buoy?

Your decision.

It's hard to say.

If we're going to continue we have
to get higher up, so we can sleep.

And you?

We'd better start our journey home
as close to land as possible.

So fatigue is the
deciding factor.

Four times cheers for Sweden!
Long may it live!

Viva la France!

Merci!

Good night, nils strindberg.

Good night, knut fraenkel.

- It's a long way.
- Where to?

Seven islands or
Franz Josef land.

- But we could stay here and...
- What has he been up to?

Lie still and drift with the ice?
No, I couldn't stand that!

Nor could I.

But let's hear what
the old man says.

He's probably made
up his mind already.

Look what I found on the ice.

- What's that?
- A bone.

From what?

Well... I don't know.
I'll have to study it.

The ice is between 1.4 and 2
meters thick. An average of 1.7.

What have you decided?

That it's 320 km to seven islands
and 370 to Franz Josef land.

Under no circumstances can we ignore
our scientific responsibility.

No, of course not.

So what alternatives
have we got?

North is impossible,
unfortunately.

South? Seven islands.
The area is known.

And east, Franz Josef land,
which is unexplored.

From there we don't
have to return

without having made
a scientific discovery.

Then we will at least
meet the tsar!

East then?

East.

To the eastern lands I go,
there dwells my sweetest love.

An empty balloon
looks like a cadaver.

To Franz Josef land!

So... gentlemen!

Onward!

Forward, ye lads in blue!

The wandering meat shops
of the polar region!

- Said nansen...
- Be quiet!

As I have always said,

overindulgence is the
greatest vice of all.

What are you writing?

A letter.

A letter?

Anna.

Where will you mail it from?

I think a lot about you,

but I have a lot
of time to think.

I have such beautiful memories
and so many plans for the future.

It's strange to think we won't
be home for your next birthday.

Maybe, like nansen,
we'll spend the winter here.

Poor Anna, how worried you'll
be if I don't return this fall.

Today we made it
through fourteen gullies

by fording and pushing our way.

Today, for the first time, I found
pebbles and leaves on the ice.

The depth of the ice
hear the find is 1.05...

Help!

Help!

Catch!

The cossacks used to
ride their meat tender

by putting it under
their saddles.

Maybe we should
put it in our shoes?

Now!

I have the honor
of congratulations.

Welcome to the 25th of July!
It's midnight in old Sweden!

Thank you for remembering.

It's Anna's birthday.

Long may she live!

Latitude 82 degrees, 22 minutes.
Longitude 29 degrees, 11 minutes.

Both are good calculations.

They show we're drifting west
faster than we're walking east.

Thirteen, nought eight,
twenty-five...

Is that absolutely
necessary, nisse?

Is what?

The whistling.

- Sorry, am I disturbing you?
- Yes.

No, nils!

Where are we?

82 degrees, 29 minutes,
28 degrees, 42 minutes.

2,500 meters in one week.

We've dragged the sleds
two hundred kilometers,

but only forty of them have
been in the right direction.

I'm not particularly
embarassed by nature!

No, no, excuse us!

Aren't you going to take a
sample of the excrement, eh?

For scientific investigation?

You can measure the temperature
of the ice and the humidity after!

Fuck!

Is it bad?

It sure as hell is no fun!

Fraenkel has diarrhea
for the second time

and not much of his morale
seems to be left.

Take this opium, it will help.

According to science, there are
no bacteria in the polar regions.

Then I discovered something that'll
make up for missing the north pole.

We have to make a decision.

Between us mathematicians,
engineers and aeronauts.

- Let's talk this over calmly!
- We do talk calmly about things!

You just want us to
make your decision!

What decision?

To say the hell with Franz Josef
land and head for seven islands.

The drift of the pack ice
supports that alternative.

We should be able to make
it in six or seven weeks.

- Is it land?
- Bear!

The guns!

Wait a minute. I'll see
if I can lure them here.

One should chew one's food at least
28 times, my father always said.

Pardon me for leaving the table.

One minute of silence
for the oldest bear here.

What are you eating?

Kidney. Tastes like oysters.

I want to know how the eye
of the gull is constructed.

How can it stand
the intense light?

The light will soon
be no problem here!

No, not for us.

- Clumsy!
- Heavy-handed!

And angry.

What?

Clumsy, heavy-handed and angry.

We've been going southwest,

but we are now ten
kilometers northeast

of the point we
were ten days ago.

Actually we are sailing
straight towards the...

North pole.

What a shame we didn't
save that polar buoy!

This is the last time
it'll be up for all day.

It's all so strange.

You take one step southwest...

But the ice moves east so quickly
that once you've taken that step,

it has become two steps
towards the southeast.

Southwest, southeast...

Come here!

May I?

Southwest...

We cut the load from 200
to 140 kilograms per sled.

Strange feelings
and food excesses.

And come down again
some other time.

We'll take to the sky
in our great balloon..

Salomon August andrée.

Salomon, salomo...

Must have to do with wisdom.

- But what does August mean?
- Exalted.

Exalted and wise.
What more could you ask?

But the exalted part,
that was long ago...

What about you, aside from knut?

- Hjalmar.
- The chivalrous.

And what else?

What else?

Ferdinand.

You?

No, just nils.

Nisse tisse timberman,
fifteen ladies had he.

One pair of boots and
one pair of shoes,

that was all that nisse owned!

Speaking of which,
Salomon August andrée...

Have you... never been in love?

Stockholm's most...

Vital bachelor.

Have you noticed that...

One doesn't think
about women up here?

Have you noticed?

I dreamt last night that I was
walking in a crowd of people,

when I suddenly realized that
the ground wasn't solid anymore.

Every step resulted in me sinking
deeper, the others didn't notice.

Finally the ground gave in and
I fell down into the abyss.

Suddenly I was in
the middle of a cave,

barefoot, on shiny flintstones,

washed clean by
pure spring water,

and I felt this
infinite clarity.

Were you alone?

Alone?

Well, good night, Salomon
August knut hjalmar ferdinand.

Good night, nisse.

Good night to you!

Good night!

- Have you never been in love?
- Me? No, never.

If I feel such notions sprouting
up like plants, I uproot them.

Why?

My need for freedom
is far too strong.

But suppose some notions
take root anyway?

Well, that's why my
willpower must be on guard.

Love is irrational.

One could say that, but love,
to me at least, is congruence.

Congruence?

Geometery says that... wait

geometery says that two
bodies are congruent

if they cover each
other completely.

You're having a talk, I see.

I've just had a
lesson in geometry.

Really? Nice of you, August.

No, she's gone. She took off
this morning with a great fuss.

Here.

I can't believe you're
here with me.

I normally put my flowers here.

You haven't aged a day.

The landlady thinks it's my child,
and in a way it's true.

Imagine walking like this in
front of the whole world, gurli.

I love youl!

Gurli...

It's dangerous for us
to sit like this.

Now our love is homeless again.

Help! Help!

You have to be more careful, nisse.
You're stumbling too often.

Have you started hoping again?

Excuse me.

Strindberg fell in the water
today and has diarrhea,

fraenkel's foot is bad
and I have diarrhea.

But at least we have
traveled far today.

The three of us have
the same symptoms.

No, let him be.

Can you get the white
socks from my bag?

Our future plans, I remember,
involved a visit to the tsar.

It doesn't look as if
I'll have any use for it.

Not before Christmas.

Luckily, it gets out on its own.

I don't have the
strength to help.

Nor do we.

I think we should take a rest day.
Tomorrow we'll stay here.

Stay over the winter, you mean?

The best thing to do would
be to build an igloo

before the darkness
and the cold come.

I think we should head home.

Four times hurrah
for nils strindberg!

Many happy returns.

No, no, the birthday boy
gets his presents in bed.

You'll never guess
who this is from.

And caramels. An expression of our
regard and self-effacing altruism.

We've just eaten half of them.

The birthday boy
can stay in bed.

Yes, we'll take care
of the housework.

When I play, when I take
the boat into Stockholm

and all the small islands
and skerries glide by...

When I loosen my hair band at
night and let my hair down,

I'm thinking of you. You can
see I'm always thinking of you.

Especially today, when I am
writing this funny letter

that you will not get
until your 25th birthday.

I want to say more,

but my heart is beating so fast.

I feel so worried, that all I
can do is wish you good luck.

Remember this:

I love you... dearest nils.

I love you like I've never
loved anyone in my life.

Our supply of food
is very limited.

I've made a net to catch
plankton or other aquatic life.

A happy outcome of this experiment
may improve our difficult situation.

We eat everything on the seal,
except the skin and the bones,

the stomach and its contents,
the intestines and the liver.

A few more and we'll
manage till spring.

Do you think those walls will
really be solid like that?

Your simplest observation
always seems like an order.

Anything else bothering you?

Fraenkel is sick again, he was given
morphine yesterday for his stomach.

We'll see if he recovers.

I've also had diarrhea, but
have recovered without medicine.

Five and three quarters...

No, no...
Five and three quarters.

What the hell are you saying?
Are we not going ashore?

It looks like one big glacier.
Doubtless there's no wildlife there.

If we continue
drifting like this...

We might get ashore
on one of these islands.

We have to change the burner.

Sorry, nisse. The spare parts seem
to have been left on Dane's island.

Can you explain that?

I've always thought of you
as an expert in aeronautics.

All Sweden has...
The whole world!

But you, who started the world's
greatest balloon expedition,

have only been up in
a balloon nine times.

Nine flights!

14th of July, 1894...
That was the day

you tried to maneuver the 'svea'
with draglines and sails.

- That was the day!
- That's absolutely correct.

But the whole trip only
lasted three and a half hours.

Three and a half hours!

On that trip you have based our
expedition to the north pole.

You succeeded in convincing the
entire world that it was possible,

if one disregards aeronautical
expertise, of course.

I was convinced myself,
so were you.

It doesn't work.
I said it doesn't work!

Not going ashore...

We sure as hell are
not going ashore!

Are you cold?

- Are you cold?
- No, but you are.

You musn't catch cold, my love.

If we could've been together,

I would've stayed
at the patent bureau.

No, you wouldn't.
Thank you anyway.

Higher than this,
I can't follow you.

Love is growing, gurli.
Love is growing!

Do you know...

You have awakened a need in me
that I have never felt before.

The need for a wife.

Thanks for the congruence.

Do we stay here, or go ashore?

The advantage of
staying here is that

we'll likely continue drifting
farther south and get ashore there.

I'm not afraid of dying.

A few months ago maybe I was,
but I'm not anymore.

But I want someone
to find me someday.

Nisse, no...

And if we stay on this piece of ice,
nobody is ever going to do that.

I'm sorry, but I vote
that we try to get ashore.

- A mirror?
- It was in the box with the camera.

Finally, I'll be able to see
what my own face looks like.

You first. Age before beauty.

I could've done without that.

There's not much one
can see of oneself...

Without a mirror.

One can see the chest and
the stomach and the legs.

The arms and the hands.

The back.

A little of the back.

Quite a bit when
you think of it...

Actually.

The glacier looks like
a giant balloon cap.

No, it's not worth it.

I hope nisse is able
to move tomorrow.

Niflheim.

- What did you say?
- Niflheim.

Hell of the viking gods.

Imagine being alone
in a place like this.

I couldn't stand a day here,
not one day!

We have food, lots of driftwood.

The view doesn't matter
in the winter darkness.

It could've been worse.

Could it?

Nansen survived the winter with
one person, we have three.

God knows if any mortal
has ever set foot here.

Knut?

It's my mother's...

Birthday today.

If you don't have any objections,
I'd like to call this place

Mina andrée's place.

Nissel!

What's wrong? Did he faint?

Wake up... wake up!

- He's dead!
- He's not dead!

He's dead!

That's enough.

Do you want me to live?

Yes.

Have you ever thought about what
could've happened if we'd never left?

You would've been in your office,
with your wastebasket!

But nisse was young...

And in love!

You left it out for us,
you wanted us to read it.

"12th of July, the first
to sail here in a balloon.

How soon will I
have successors?"

I... ii not we, I!

"I cannot deny that a proud feeling
has gripped all three of us."

You have a proud feeling that
has gripped all three of us?

You knew the whole time
we would fail! You knew it!

"We are ready to accept death,
having done what we've done."

You knew it!
You knew it the whole time!

"I wonder if it is all due to a
strong sense of individuality,

which couldn't accept living and
dying as an unknown, a common man,

forgotten by future generations.

Is this ambition?
Is this ambition?"

I had no choice!

Forgive me, forgive me.

I had to. I had no choice.

We had to go ahead.

You had no choice.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

Fraenkel? Bear.

The guns... fraenkel!

Knut?

How is it?

How is it?

You cannot leave me now, knut!

You have to stay with me,
do you hear?

Do you hear?

You'll be alone...

Forgive me...

Forgive me.

Knut?

Knut! You hear me?