Today, we pay tribute to the heroine of Polaris V.
Sarah Jackson,
a scientist, a mother, an adventurer.
One member of the crew remains missing.
- Sarah Jackson... - She is a very good friend,
so...
Sarah Jackson.
She was the only victim of the fire.
It's Sarah... It's Sarah.
- We should keep moving. - Yeah.
There was a fracture of the occipital bone.
Sarah didn't die in the fire.
She was murdered.
Murdered?
What are you saying?
This was taken the night of the fire.
The night Sarah Jackson died, look.
- The sweater... - It was him.
Arthur killed Sarah Jackson.
Are you sure about this?
It has to have been him.
Arthur's looking for you.
He wants to know when he can expect the protein sequencing.
Are you okay?
They call it "paradoxical undressing."
Your hippocampus gets so messed up by the cold,
that you start to feel hot.
Suddenly your clothes suffocate you.
Imagine that...
They'd find me butt naked and frozen
halfway to the Argentinian station.
Might well be still worth a shot.
I can tell Arthur that I couldn't find you.
If you need a moment...
Should I do that?
Did you know?
When you asked me to come here,
did you know this could happen?
-A few more weeks,
and then summer will be here.
A few more weeks...
You'll see.
I'll just...
So, tell me what happened
to Sarah Jackson.
Sorry, could you repeat the question?
Could you tell me what happened to Sarah Jackson?
She died.
That's the answer, as much as I know.
There was an accident, and...
suddenly it was this fire and everything...
collapsed.
And we needed to go back there for
sending an SOS, before...
the station broke down.
Sarah Jackson went in...
I remember seeing Sarah...
run the other way, and...
She shouted something, and I...
couldn't quite hear what it was.
And we were all outside, and...
she was not.
Sarah was a wonderful person.
Incredible, actually.
I admired her a lot.
I'm sorry, she meant a great deal to me.
I'm sorry.
I miss her very much.
Sorry.
Unfortunately, she died...
in the blaze that engulfed Polaris V.
I lost a dear colleague...
and a friend.
And I can only begin to imagine,
the pain that her family is going through.
She is a great loss.
Annika!
Stop it!
Annika, stop this bullshit, right now!
What kind of range does that thing have anyway?
Do you really think someone's gonna come by
in the middle of the winter?
Desperate times... and so on and so forth.
Whatever happened back there, it's bad enough
that Arthur wants to bury it here with the rest of us.
-Enough!
If I'm going to die here,
the least you can do is tell me why.
What did she say?
You can't remember?
I remember...
Okay.
I'm just not sure you want to hear it.
And here it is!
The best cheesecake in the whole continent.
- Yeah, yeah!
- Here you are. - I surrender,
I couldn't eat another bite!
Not even a little taste? Come on, Damian!
Take a bite and you may wish the winter never ended.
Not me.
A month from now, the only ice I want to see
are the cubes in my Mai Tais.
That's lovely!
I promised the girls I'd take them on holiday.
Unfortunately for me, they love to ski...
No!
That's life!
What about you?
Have you got any plans for your kids?
I just know that I'm gonna squeeze them so tight.
Yeah, maybe...
- Hey, Nils. - Hey.
What's the first thing you're gonna do
when you get home?
Home?
This is home.
It's the most beautiful place on Earth.
You speak like a true "ice junkie," man.
Yeah? Well, Doc, you just bury me here,
under the Aurora Polaris,
and I'll be a happy man.
Bury you?
We can't leave any garbage behind, Nilsy-boy.
Hey Sarah, there's a...
call for you in the common area.
Oh! Is it Sylvia?
Is it Olivia?
Say what you want about Arthur, but the man is tireless.
I thought he would be out of the lab by now.
He's getting ready for his triumphant return.
- Yeah? - He wants to
get it peer-reviewed ASAP,
get more funds, and then try to scale it up.
Oh, God, I'm not sure I want Arthur to save the world.
He's going to be insufferable after it...
He's not saving it by himself, now is he?
Yeah...
I'm sure our names will show very big on the footnotes.
How was it?
Excuse me.
So, there's not any call for me?
Do you realise what we've done?
I just wanted to thank you.
- Thank you . - No!
You...
I...
- I really should get going... - No...
I should... I was gonna go to bed...
Let me...
No, no... Let me...
I think... I'll just...
Fuck off!
Go on, fuck off!
No! Wait.
No, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - I...
I misunderstood, I thought...
No, it's alright.
- Okay. - I'm sorry.
- It's okay. - Okay.
I'm sorry. We're friends, I'm sorry.
Yes.
- It's okay. - Okay.
Listen to me, Sarah.
I made you, Sarah.
I made you.
And I can unmake you.
Okay?
Now, let me...
Let me.
Good girl.
Don't fight me.
That's it.
That's it, good girl.
Sarah?
-Sarah? Sarah?
Sarah, look at me.
Annika!
Oh, no!
It was an accident, Annika.
She is dead.
It was... It was an accident.
You did it! I saw... I saw everything!
I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to do it, Annika.
- I pushed her, and... - Oh, God.
- I pushed, and... - Shut the fuck up!
You killed her.
You killed...
Shit.
You.
Sarah...
I can't go to prison, Annika.
I can't...
Fuck. You should pay for this.
This is what she's had to deal with her whole life.
This is what I had to deal with my whole life!
Eminent professors like yourself
and we had to bend over backwards,
just to impress them!
And then you took me, and I realise that,
and I was different, wasn't I?
I was different.
You took me because of my talent and my drive,
and you paved the way for me.
But now, what the fuck happens now?
Everything we worked for, Arthur, everything!
Everything Sarah worked for, it all goes to shit!
Because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants.
It's so fucking pathetic.
And why should I pay? That's not fair.
It's not fucking fair!
She doesn't deserve this.
So, what are we going to do?
What are we going to do?
Take off your sweater.
Take your sweater off.
What about the rest of them?
They won't listen to you, Arthur.
But they might listen to me.
Go fucking wash yourself.
How did you do it?
It wasn't easy.
And it took time, it took a lot of time...
Hey!
-Hey, hey!
No!
-No.
No.
Okay.
It would be three weeks until the summer crew arrived, so...
I just had to keep talking,
and talking,
and talking...
I say, we let Copenhagen handle it.
We radio it in,
and we sit tight until the authorities get here.
It's three weeks until planes can even land here.
Look, why don't we just lock him in the laundry room until then?
Then we can all take turns...
keeping an eye on him.
And what good would that do?
- What good? - Yes, Erik. What good?
He killed her, Annika.
Okay.
Okay...
I'm gonna ask you a question,
what do you think will happen when the world finds out?
Huh?
Our funding, our grants, our donors... All gone.
No university or institute in the world
will touch our research with a ten foot pole.
- She is your friend. - She was...
my friend,
Ebba.
And she worked as hard as any of us
to see this project through.
I can't believe you.
Hey, Damian.
You've seen the models and the numbers.
You know what will happen in 30, 20, hell, in ten years,
if we keep pouring CO2 at our current rate.
We will have floods,
we will have draughts, and mass starvation...
What we're doing here has never been seen before.
And there's still so much that needs to be done.
We can't stop now.
Oh, I don't...
Damian. You came here for one reason,
and one reason only, and that was to save lives.
Sarah's life can't be saved anymore,
but millions of others can.
Fuck your research and your fucking ego!
Ego?
I'm reporting this now.
You are an accomplice, Miles.
Arthur can testify to that. Hell, I can.
Yeah, I overheard you.
You sent her to the Common Area
and you knew very well there was no phone call for her.
I didn't know he was gonna kill her.
No... Okay.
But I would say, out of all us,
you're the one with the most to lose.
You're a fucking bitch.
Okay.
I was a bitch...
I had to.
We have to stick together.
- Sure. - Okay?
I'm just trying to be the voice of reason.
I want to continue this work.
What are you doing?
Leave me alone!
It's reality, Nils.
Annika, in respect of you, I understand your argument,
but I don't think that it's a sane argument.
We are talking about lives.
But not one, or two, or just ours.
But the whole world.
Tell me that you are not in.
Think about it for a while. I'll come back.
- No...
We can't do this.
This is about something bigger than you and I,
- and everyone here. - It's about you.
I'm not going into this. You're asking me for something
which is beyond anything.
- No, I am... - I'm not going into this,
I'm not a criminal!
Don't you understand how important that is?
Oh, how convenient to call it "the right thing,"
covering a murder.
Listen to Miles! Listen to me!
That's gonna get you somewhere!
I'm not in! I'm not in!
- Story of your life. - Fuck you.
Calm the fuck down, Ramón!
- Fuck.
When you spend...
a whole winter locked in a tin can
with nine other individuals,
you will learn everything there is to know about them.
All the good, and the bad...
and the worse.
And I used it.
I used it all.
How do you propose to keep this a secret?
They'll find out about you.
Lukas will find out.
Who do you think is going to get custody of the boys?
It's going to happen.
I have been tracking your download history, Ramón.
If that goes public...
- Shut up. - You'll never work again.
Not in Antarctica, not back home. Nowhere.
Your mother, your father...
they will be so ashamed.
It's gonna be okay.
With your history,
this is not gonna look good on your record.
They are not gonna let you back on the ice Nils,
and you know I'm right.
When was the last time you've been back home?
Not for a week or a month, but for a long time.
Enough.
I'm trying to help you.
If you go back home alone
you're going to find a faster way of killing yourself
than that bottle.
What you are doing...
Selling prescription drugs to your fellow crew members,
that's a felony, Lars.
Are you hearing me?
Everybody else is in, Erik.
Except you.
Okay...
Okay.
Did you ever waver?
Did you ever have second thoughts?
And then it happened.
The heat of the fire,
it opened up the crevasses hidden under the station.
The ice swallowed our sins for us.
Or so we thought.
Polaris V has resurfaced.
That's why you came back.
No.
I'm sorry. I...
No...
That's not Annika. She wouldn't...
- I'm sorry. - No!
I said no!
Are you alright?
I left a gift for you inside Polaris.
About that thing you thought you got rid of...
Well, you didn't.
Jesus, Annika...
I know what you did.
And what is it you think you know?
- Annika told Maggie... - The definition of hearsay.
She told her...
you killed Sarah Jackson
She did, did she?
And you believed her?
You know your wife was trying to discredit me.
No more shared authorship.
One simple murder accusation
and she could leap to the head of the byline.
Keep all the research for herself,
keep all the glory...
for herself.
Someone ambitious would do that, wouldn't they?
That doesn't sound like the Annika we know?
Driven...
Hungry for success...
Tired of living in the shadow of an obnoxious pig like myself?
No.
Sarah Jackson died of a blow to the head.
- You can't deny that. - No, I don't.
She hit her head trying to escape the fire.
That would be great, wouldn't it?
Blame it on the fire.
It's what happened.
Except...
Micke,
found no smoke in her lungs.
When the fire started,
Sarah Jackson was already dead.
Huh?
So what?
Somebody else killed her.
It could be anybody.
We had a drunk,
- a disturbed army vet... - And you.
A narcissist with a God complex, Arthur...
you.
Like I said,
anything that Maggie says is just hearsay,
and you know it.
I believe you're telling the truth...
about Annika.
I just needed some time to process it, to...
to accept it.
Okay.
Annika may have covered up
Sarah's murder.
But it was Arthur who killed her.
That means he had a motive to bury the truth,
to make sure no one ever found out.
You think that's the reason he killed everyone?
You know it.
And I know it. But that's not enough, is it?
We need the world to know.
And for that,
we need evidence.
Or he walks.
He fucking walks.
I know...
Please...
I need you to remember.
I need you to tell me where Annika is.
The Argentineans...
We need to try the Sno-Cat.
It's to big a risk
and we don't have enough fuel to get there.
We might, if we cut through the Western Plateau.
It's a death trap. The crevasses alone...
No.
We need to take that chance.
We need to get help.
I'll go.
No. That's not possible.
Astrid has flown all over the Western Plateau.
If she tried to reach the Argentineans,
we would've spotted her.
That's what she said, but...
Oh, shit.
- Is that coming from... - The Western Plateau.
We can't go to the Argentinian base.
Fuck.
How far are the Canadians?
Too far.
Maybe, but at least there's not
a massive category five storm between them and us.
- Annika... - No.
Finish fueling. I'll go find rations.
Fuck.
Astrid, come in.
This is Johan.
Talk to me.
Listen,
Annika went for the Canadian base.
Not the Argentinean.
Shit. We've been looking at the wrong place.
How soon can you get there?
I'm turning right now.
They're searching now.
Thank you.
Sorry...
Sorry I couldn't remember sooner. I...
It's not your fault.
I can't help feel like it is.
Listen, you've been...
You've been very brave.
You know that, yeah?
I remembered more...
I couldn't save him.
Where is she?
- She's gone. - Where?
Away from you.
She'll die out there.
She'd rather face the storm than face you.
You little bitch.
That's what we all are, aren't we?
Just little bitches.
Me,
Annika,
Sarah Jackson...
Killing women.
That seems to be your thing, isn't it?
Run!
This is all your fault, you know.
All those people,
they didn't need to die.
But you had to keep sticking your nose in, didn't you?
About Polaris V.
What happened on Polaris V was an accident.
It was a mistake!
But that doesn't matter anymore.
Because nobody's gonna know about it.
Because when the Danes get here,
there'll just be me.
Only me!
Telling them the ugly fucking truth
about what you've done.
-Oh, fuck it!
- Hey, hey!
Hey!
Shit!
Open this bloody door!
Hey!
Open the door!
Hey!
I'll bloody kill you, you little bitch!
- Hey!
Hey!
Open the door!
I was afraid he would find a way out, so...
After that...
I hid...
I waited... I prayed, I guess.
And then you turned up.
-I think I found her.
I think it's her.
A Sno-Cat, stuck in a snow bank.
Where are you?
About fifteen miles from your position .
I'll land and call you back.
Johan, do you copy?
Johan?
Johan, do you copy?
Johan?
Don't go, Johan!
We were too late.
I'm sorry.
- Annika was my... - You don't...
You don't say her name.
You hear me?
You don't say it.
I know what you did.
You cut the Sno-Cat's fuel line.
Excuse me?
You sentenced her to die.
She had no chance.
I've had enough of your inane accusations.
You know that?
I can't wait for the police to get here,
and for this farce to be over.
I'm gonna make you pay for the way you've treated me.
You and your whole fucking crew,
you'll be scrubbing toilets on...
You recognise this picture?
You remember what you were wearing that night?
Huh?
She died...
so she could get this away from you.
She got you.
When I hand this to the police,
when they run their tests,
whose blood do you think this is gonna be?
Huh?
I'm betting on Sarah Jackson's.
You?
Your career is over.
Your reputation is over.
And your life is over.
Johan...
And then Miles and Nils in the freezer,
Miles with his head severed.
And then Heather and Aki...
Ebba, in the hangar. Ramón, in the gym.
And...
Well...
Annika.
She's...
She was Johan's wife.
Not yet, Arthur.
You still have one interview to give.
My name is Margaret Emilia Mitchell.
I was the doctor here.
I've...
I first met Arthur when I...
I'd just arrived.
I remember him introducing himself, he...
Damn it!
Come in.
Johan.
Ready to leave?
I've been ready for weeks, trust me.
The inspectors told me you could have this back.
I guess I'm not a suspect anymore.
Guess not.
-Here, allow me.
You'll soon get over the T3.
Micke told me all you need is a...
a little bit of rest.
Listen, I wanna...
apologize.
The way I treated you...
Accused you.
Please believe me when I say that...
that was not me.
Johan, your wife...
If something happened to someone I loved,
I don't know what I'd be capable of.
Thank you.
There.
I guess you won't be coming back to Antarctica.
-I don't think so, no.
Have a good life, Maggie.
You too, Johan.
Hi.
Olivia...
Is it done?
Yeah.
It's done.
I'm proud of you.
Now, Sarah, I understand
you're a mother of two.
Is it hard for you to leave your daughters for half a year
to go to the coldest place on Earth?
Yes, absolutely.
But they're a couple of brave, strong girls,
and they understand I'm doing it for them,
and for their future.
So what are you really doing here, Maggie?
I came here because of my mother.
Mom would be proud of you.
You remind me of someone .
Oh, yeah?
She is not who she says she is.
You can't trust her, Johan.
Yes, absolutely. I'll send it to you right away.
I'm truly sorry.
Your mom...
she deserved the truth.
She wasn't even supposed to be here.
Lars Olander was my first choice.
But a few weeks before we fly out,
he gets hit by a drunk driver.
She did it.
She killed them all.
If something happened to someone I love,
I don't know what I'd be capable of...
Olivia Jackson.
I like it.
But I prefer Maggie Mitchell.
Do you remember what you asked Annika?
If she ever had second thoughts?
Well...
did you?
Maggie?
What are you doing?
Aki?
Thank God you're okay.
Where's Arthur?
You got away?
What did you do?
It's Annika, she's gonna go for help.
She's gonna get us out, she's gonna save us all.
But...
But I saw you.
You were...
You...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Were you...
sorry?
Maggie?
Maggie, I found the rations.
Ready?
Ready.