Yes, I'm listening...
fuck.
My name's not "Nehm," it's "Nam." Namgoung Minsoo, shit.
Family name Namgoung, first name Minsoo, asshole.
For what?
And if I refuse?
You want a toke, asshole?
It's too good for a shit like you.
Wake up!
My daughter, Yona. If I go, she goes too.
One gate, two lumps of Kronol.
It's my fault?
Of course, I do it for Kronol.
You've gotta give it to me.
We're approaching.
Don't look.
It's edible?
Gotta train a child, they don't just know that.
I grew up walking over it.
This is under the snow
on the ground.
What is this?
It's moving.
Underground.
What is it?
Look, you see that?
What?
You seen this woman before?
She was a maid in the lead car.
An Inuit.
An Eskimo, actually.
She knew everything about ice and snow.
She believed she could survive outside.
It's happening.
Kronol first!
You blow a fuse or something?
You got a problem with the doors?
Here, smoke a cigarette.
You should be grateful.
This is the world's last cigarette.
You tail-section hick.
Your story is beautiful, Curtis.
But I don't want to open the door.
You know what I want?
I want to open a door...
But not this one.
That one.
One that leads outside.
It's been sealed for eighteen years.
Everyone believes that it's a wall.
But it's a fucking door.
Open it and let us out of here.
Who knows?
Maybe we can survive.
Remember Yekaterina Bridge?
When we got massacred.
Every year, I check on it.
You can see the wreckage of a plane
under the snow.
After ten years,
the tail had just barely been exposed,
but now I can see the fuselage and wings.
There's less and less snow and ice.
It's melting.
As snow becomes weaker,
it doesn't take much for everything to collapse.
Recently,
you know what I saw ?
Outside, there was...
forget it.
It's not worth saying.
You don't really think that, do you?
Kronol is, most importantly,
a highly flammable chemical.
One spark and--boom!
Basically, it's a fucking bomb.
I don't store it just to get wasted,
but to blow this door.
Matches, quickly.
Give 'em!
Fire!
Blood!
Are you okay?
What's the matter?
Get down!
Yona.
We must open this door.
You see these cables?
There are a lot.
Die!
Bastard!
Yona.
The red one, in slot eight.
No, seven!
Yona, the Kronol!
Yona, stop!
No.
Put the Kronol on the door.
It's done!
Curtis, the matches.
There's one left.