The work we started on Polaris V
could be the very thing that cures our ailing planet.
Welcome to the loony bin!
Six months of isolation in the coldest place on Earth.
What could possibly go wrong?
Why are we not connected to the satellite?
What the fuck is going on?
Somebody knows how to fix it?
That would be Mile's job.
Where's everybody?
Hello?
It's Magg!
I have seven bodies.
I need you to tell me what happened, Maggie.
Nils! Nils! Don't die.
Nils was dead by the time I got there.
You can't trust her, Johan.
She did it.
She killed them all.
We found a body buried outside the station.
It's Sarah Jackson.
But she died in Polaris V eight years ago.
Sarah did't die in the fire.
She was murdered.
Good girl.
Arthur killed Sarah Jackson.
And everyone else.
Your career is over.
Your reputation is over.
And your life is over.
She's not who she says she is.
It's done.
Mum would be proud of you.
Russians have a word for it.
"Maskirovka".
The art of misdirection.
What she did was so unspeakable
that we can't stop ourselves from looking at.
And while we tried to come up
with some reason to make sense of this horror,
we miss what this was really all about:
it's a cover.
Blood is the best camouflage.
Where is he?
What's going on?
Where is he? Where's my father?
He said he wanted to feel the power of nature.
Arthur!
We need you.
- Are you sure? - Yes! I checked it 15 times!
Take a look.
Is it stable?
Solid.
What's the temperature range?
There's no mistake.
What's going on?
- We gotta check the metabolic pathways. - Yes, we're going to check
and doublecheck every bloody detail.
But you can take it from me:
we've found it.
Got you.
These past weeks at sea
are the culmination of decades of strenuous scientific research.
A feat that wouldn't have been possible without you
or any of my previous collaborators.
Some of whom were lost
in the most atrocious and horrifying manner.
To you, to them,
- to all of us! - Cheers!
Bottoms up!
Enough of speeches, let's party!
This is history in the making!
Because the alga that we've found
is enhanced by the bacteria that Arthur discovered in Antarctica.
- Enhanced? What for? - Photosynthesis!
Much more efficient than any known plant.
Photosynthesis eats up the carbon dioxide in the air
and turns it into glucose and oxygen.
This could stop climate change!
I should hang you from the bowsprit
for smuggling alcohol into my ship, mister Kurtz.
No, that was me, Captain.
But you should make him walk the plank for not bringing proper glasses!
All right, fuck it, down the hatch!
Cheers.
I'm finished.
Good night, gentlemen. And congratulations.
All right, sleep well, Captain.
Excuse me.
Cheers.
Congratulations.
I guess there's no chance
you'll stop being an unbearable egomaniac now.
We did this together.
No. You did this on your own.
But it's fine. I can do without you. I always have.
Rachel, I was genuinely hoping that by taking part in this...
Arthur, you may talk your rich friends
into funding whatever it is you set yourself to do,
but it's not going to work with me.
I'm not a sample in a lab that you can manipulate, okay?
Kowalski, where are you going?
- I've got work to do. - You gotta sing for us!
- Not tonight, love! - Are you sure?
- See you tomorrow. - Okay.
Yeah.
That ain’t your cabin, Yuto, okay?
- Are you following me or something? - Yeah, let's celebrate.
- Yeah, you go ahead. - No, come on.
- Just give me a kiss, come on. - I said no, okay?
Good night.
I fold. I fold, I'm not playing.
Don't pretend, we know you have lots of money.
Not that much, sailor.
All in.
Sorry.
What do you have?
- Okay. - Where is the bottle?
- Marcus took the drinks.
He took the bottle.
Marcus!
Come back with the bottle!
Smoking on duty again, huh?
Don't you ever sleep?
Do you want to try?
Come on, it's good.
Not tonight.
Do you see that one over there?
Actually, that's not really a star.
That's the International Space Station.
Believe it or not, those astronauts up there
are the closest human beings we’ve got.
What do you want, Amy?
Oh, no, no. Not again.
It’s been three weeks since the last time.
Amy, it's beyond the rules and you know it.
I just want to talk to them, hear their voices.
Please!
Hey, what are you doing here?
Hey.
Blanda.
Jesus Christ, Charlie!
I’m sorry.
I didn't mean to...
It's fine.
- I was looking for her. - Are you feeding her seeds?
Yes. She feels soft now.
- Told you so. - Thank you.
Good night, Charlie.
Good night, miss.
- What took you so long? - My father.
I can't fucking stand him.
And besides, I like making you wait for me.
We'll do our thing.
Now we're going to go to...
Yeah, yeah, we found it.
Yeah, and it's even better than we thought.
...Will be at the port to unload the container.
No, no, no. No, no, I...
No, I will contact you when we get back.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Yeah? - Understood.
I love you too, pumpkin! Gotta go now! Be good!
Thank you.
So Alec, can we head back to land now?
They still need to pick up some more samples.
Three days tops.
- Want some sugar? - Sugar kills, Wan.
Wan, can I have more coffee, please?
Good morning.
Has anyone seen Kowalski?
He didn't show up to our morning workout.
And you did?
I knocked on his door, he's not answering.
Yeah.
Don't worry, he's probably sleeping.
I don't remember seen him drinking that much.
Oh, yeah.
Come on, Lou.
Wakey-wakey.
Lazy bastard.
Alright.
Brace yourself.
What is it?
She's here.
You're getting fucked, Einstein!
Yeah, yeah, Mark.
You should have chopped
- her head off too! - I'm sending a big kiss for you,
Mark, just for you, big kiss! Go fuck yourself!
After more than a year of the Polaris VI massacre,
the trial against eminent biologist Arthur Wilde
reaches its final stage.
Doctor Wilde, who is accused
of murdering eight members of his scientific team,
has pled innocent of all charges.
The prosecution is counting
on the testimony of doctor Maggie Mitchell,
the key witness to the case.
Please, state your full name.
My name is Margaret Emilia Mitchell.
You were a member of the Polaris VI crew, weren't you?
Yes. I was the doctor appointed to be at the station for the winter.
They became clear very quickly that Arthur was the one in charge.
He attacked Miles first.
He was decapitated and I was asked to examine the body and...
And his head.
After that, it... It got worse and worse.
He jumped at Eric and stabbed him in the neck
with a piece of broken glass.
And then, he went for the gun.
Aki came from behind and slammed him and they fought...
Sorry.
Take your time.
He got hold of a screwdriver and stabbed Aki in the stomach.
He was gushing with blood, but he stabbed him again and again.
Thank you, miss Mitchell.
Is that man present in this room?
Could you please point at him?
For the record, tho witness has pointed at Arthur Wilde.
Thank you, miss Mitchell. You may go.
Syl?
Put on the news, quick.
The famous biologist was being taken to Portlaoise prison
when the prison van was attacked
in what seems a perfectly executed operation
by an organized group.
Is it not yet clear if doctor Wilde himself
had any knowledge of his liberation
or if he’s been taken from custody against his own will.
Well done, lads.
Doctor Wilde.
- The team is waiting for you on the ship. - All of them?
Yes. And your daughter too.
This way, sir.
Not much blood.
Is it true?
They chopped his fucking head off?
May God have mercy on us.
Is there anything you want to tell me?
- No. - Nothing at all?
Nothing at all.
And last night?
What happened last night?
Charlie?
Look at me, what the fuck happened last night, Charlie?
I didn't mean to scare anyone.
What the fuck have you done, Charlie?
Blanda escaped and...
- Didn't see me and got scared. - Who got scared?
- Rachel! - Rachel?
- Rachel, who else? Rachel. - And what else?
And we talked about the seeds.
- The seeds? - Blanda's seeds.
And then I went to work because I have lots to do.
And there's nothing else, right?
Yes, I swear, I don't lie to you.
- I know. - Okay?
- Hey. - What?
- You're doing really well. - Okay.
I can't believe this is happening.
I should've never signed up for this job! I fucking knew it!
You didn't know shit.
None of us did.
They played us so bad.
We never would've joined if they told us Arthur was running the show.
I would.
When Arthur came on board, that's when we should've called it off.
- Well, we didn't. - He's a wanted man!
He's accused of eight fucking murders!
He always claimed he didn't do it.
And we all agreed that he couldn't have.
Besides, why in the world would he kill Kowalski?
Do you know what I think?
Arthur is an arrogant son of a bitch.
But he's not a killer.
We must communicate this immediately to the Chilean Police.
Not so fast. You still have a confidentiality agreement.
- You can't be serious. - I am.
This is a crime.
There is a killer on the ship, and I am the Captain.
She must be on board.
The head is a message. To me.
It can only be Maggie.
Could there be somebody unaccounted for on the ship?
No. We've been at sea for nine weeks now.
- We would have found out. - Would we?
It's a bloody big ship. We haven't set foot on most of it.
No, that can't be.
The expedition was prepared under the strictest security measures.
No one knew any details of our trip.
Well, clearly you failed.
If she's not on board the ship, then someone must be working for her.
All scientists and crew were thoroughly screened
as per your instructions.
He was decapitated, for Christ's sake!
I want to return to land immediately. I want everyone replaced.
That includes the two of you.
We are over 1,600 miles away from land.
It will take us the best of four days to get back to Valparaiso.
Four days?
Then God help us.
Because if it is Maggie,
she's just getting started.
- Hey. Try to get some rest. - Thanks.
Can you feel that?
Yeah.
We're turning.
Bearing is 68 degrees, Captain.
- Full ahead. - Full ahead.
All right, guys, ready?
Let's go! One, two, three, pull!
Come on.
Come on, Charlie, pull!
- Pull! - Come on, guys, one, two...
Pull!
Come on!
So...
We are headed back to land.
As much as we are all shocked by this unspeakable crime,
I beg you all to keep calm until we reach Valparaiso.
Chilean Police will take care of the investigation.
For fuck's sake...
- What was that, pal? - Tell the big guy
to put his fucking rat away, that's what it was.
And you better fucking leave him the fuck alone, okay?
Gentlemen, please,
if there is anything you might know that might clarify, speak up.
One of my butcher's knives is missing.
It was there last night.
Not anymore.
I saw him last night.
In here.
- So? - What time?
Beginning of my shift, around 4 a.m.
Motherfucker.
Fuck you!
- I came to get some juice. - Sure you did.
Fuck you too! Cocksucker!
What is that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
We all do.
Actually, we don't, Zack.
We have no idea what you're talking about.
Our boatswain here and mister Kowalski were very special friends.
I don't know, maybe he wouldn’t let him suck his dick anymore
and he lost it.
- Marcus! Don't! - Stop!
Marcus, stop! Marcus!
- Stop! - Stoppit!
- No, no! - You wanna kill me too?
- Stoppit! - Stop!
- No, Marcus, don't! - Stop! Fuck it!
Alright. Stop it now!
Everyone out!
Calm down! Everyone out!
A religious, conservative, family man.
And a great seaman too.
Sailed with him for 25 years now.
Were you aware of what was going on between him and Kowalski?
I was given a heads-up by a member of the crew, yes.
But it’s none of my business
what people on my ship do with their private lives, okay?
Not him, not anybody else.
Let him in!
You will stay in your cabin until we reach land.
- I did not do it. - Didn’t do what?
Any of it.
- I’m a decent man. - I never said you weren't.
What’s that?
That fucking wuss must have scratched me.
You know, you were ready to kill him if we hadn’t stopped you.
I will happily rip his fucking head off if I have a chance.
But Kowalski?
But Kowalski, no.
Well, if that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.
Don't move from here, you stay put, okay?
Captain,
it's been a great honour to sail under your command.
Family is the most important.
My wife, my two kids, Antoine and Marie.
They are in good health, thanks God.
And all I wish is to make them grow as happy as possible,
that's all I pray for.
You are a very religious man.
Yes, I'm a religious man.
They told us those interviews would be private, no?
Is that why you didn't want to take part in them?
I don't believe in that psychological bullshit.
I know.
What would you consider to be one of your strengths?
My faith.
And what would you say is one of your weaknesses?
We are all sinners, are we not?
I need your help.
I need to find someone on the internet.
Can we do that from here?
We are not allowed to use the satellite connection
for any personal matter.
Alec doesn't need to know.
Does the name Maggie Mitchell mean anything to you?
Yeah, the doctor from Polaris, the one who testified against you.
She framed me.
I'm convinced that she had something to do with Kowalski's murder.
And I need to find out where she is.
I need your help, Yuto.
Alright. I can try.
Rachel.
She's just getting some air.
Starboard deck.
- You alright? - Yeah.
It's just...
You know? When I didn't make it into the Polaris team...
I was devastated.
And I hated you so much.
And then, it turned out I'd been so lucky not to go.
And now...
I just want to get back home.
Hey.
It's alright.
I'm sorry.
Only four days to go.
Yeah.
Okay.
I have to go.
Thank you.
Rachel.
Rachel, you shouldn't be out walking on your own.
Hello, Arthur.
Did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Arthur.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
And you?
I'm afraid.
Me too.
Rachel, I'm... I'm sorry
that I've dragged you into the middle of all this,
but I'd rather you don't walk around on your own.
Okay.
Arthur, we need to talk about Polaris.
What do you want to know?
Sorry for interrupting.
We need to talk.
No, no, it's alright.
Tell me.
Marcus denies everything, but we've got the upper hand.
His neck is scratched.
And I found torn skin under Kowaslki's fingernails.
So, they must have fought.
Jesus Christ.
The Chilean Police can analyze the DNA and get confirmation.
Good.
No, we don't need the Chilean Police.
We've got everything that we need on board.
And we could achieve it much more efficiently
than maybe the Chilean Police could.
Yeah. Zack could get everything sorted in less than 24 hours.
Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
Well, all we need now is a sample from Marcus.
Or better yet, a sample from everyone on the ship.
You don't think it was Marcus?
I don't understand why he would cut off Kowalski's head.
She's right.
Let's do everyone.
Alright, doctor Wilde,
I'm just gonna need to swab this on the side of your cheek.
Alright, thank you. That's all we need.
Here's Arthur's.
- Thank you. - That's it?
- That's it. - Alright.
Alec.
Thank you.
- You ready? - Yep.
Who's next?
Are you saying that we have to do whatever those psychos want us to do?
Because I can't believe you're taking their side.
- Do you have a better solution? - We don't care about your solutions.
- I should stop talking? Says who? - Stop, stop!
My men will do this. But they don't trust him.
Okay, so Rachel can do it.
This is no witch hunt, Captain, this is science.
Okay.
This is just a load of crap.
It's also the fastest way to prove your innocence.
You can refuse to take part if that's what you want.
Oh, sure, and how would that make me look?
This way.
Okay. Ready?
Open your mouth.
Have you got something for me?
Maggie Mitchell is nowhere to be found,
but many people out there are talking about you.
Look at this icegirl.
"I hope the bastard rots in hell."
This was posted the day I was arrested.
Yes. She only posted that day, and never again until March 9th.
The day I got out.
She hasn't stopped since. Wasn't happy to see you go.
And this is the last one. Yesterday night.
"Arthur, I know that you will read this someday."
She got that right.
"You must know that there's no getting away from me.
I will make you pay for your crimes."
Can we write back?
Sure.
"Hello, Icegirl. Or should I call you Maggie?
You should have killed me when you had the chance.
And the same goes for me."
Go on, go ahead, write it. That way she'll know it's from me.
Now what?
If she writes back, maybe I can trace her.
Okay.
Well done.
- Keep me posted. - Yeah.
Done. Well done.
What's that?
That is the reason we're all here.
And what is it?
I doubt very much you'd understand, Charlie.
I'm not stupid.
- Was he the last one? - All but.
We need Marcus'.
I'm not going anywhere near that son of a bitch.
Rachel, next track!
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
When I go out, well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
If I get drunk...
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
- I think he knows. - Who?
- Your father. About us. - He doesn't.
I think he does.
Good for him if he does. I couldn't care less.
I could. It's Alec!
And I would walk 500 miles.
And I would walk 500...
Fuck!
Marcus!
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Holy shit!
I love you, guys!
The note is in French.
Marcus only asks for God's mercy and his family's forgiveness.
Fucking hell.
I suppose he was worried
that they might find out about him and Kowalski.
I'm sure the DNA test will confirm it was him.
Guess I was wrong about Maggie.
You can't blame yourself for that.
The head was some fucking smokescreen.
The art of deception.
Russians have a word for it... Can't remember what it was.
At least, another four hours to go.
Thanks.
Why do you hate him so much?
Your father.
He was never really there.
I never had a father.
I see.
My father never lived with us.
He had a drinking problem.
He was a very violent man.
When I was ten years old,
I was home alone when someone broke in the house,
so I hid in the closet.
It was my father.
He was looking for some cash or something to sell.
He opened the closet door.
And we just stared at each other.
And then I... I literally pissed in my pants.
And then he just ran away.
And that was the last time I saw him.
I'm sorry.
Your father is a fucking genius.
Whatever he had to sacrifice to get this far was totally worth it.
And that includes you.
To survive, one must have a plan.
But there's nothing to worry about.
Soon we'll reach the supply ship,
and then we'll all have food and water.
Too bad Schmidt couldn't have waited.
You!
Good night.
- Charlie. - What?
Watch out.
How long's left?
-About another hour and a half. - Okay.
Do you mind if I take a nap?
Sure. Go ahead.
Thanks.
Fuck.
Rachel, wake up! Here we go!
Fuck.
Rachel, wake up! It isn't Marcus!
Holy shit.
Rachel!