Yes, I'm listening, bastard.
My name is not "Nem", it is "Nam". Namgoung Minsoo, shit.
Namgoung is my name, my surname is Minsoo, asshole.
Unknown words.
Try again with the correct vocabulary.
For what?
If I don't want to?
You want a smoke too, asshole?
It's too good for shit like you.
What'll be, asshole?
My daughter, Yona. To move forward, we need her.
For each door, I want two blocks of Kronol.
Nobody there.
Kronol?
Kronol!
He's running.
Is it my fault?
Of course, I do it for the Kronol.
You're the one who's giving me this.
17.
How about you?
Earth?
What was it like?
Why?
Clairevoyant? What's that?
Don't open it.
Stop!
Don't look.
Kronol.
You can eat this too?
A train baby wouldn't know about this.
I grew up walking over it.
This is located under the snow.
Of the earth.
What is this?
It moves.
Underground.
What does this mean?
You see that woman before?
She was the maid in the lead car.
An Inuit.
An Eskimo, actually.
She knew all about the ice and snow.
She believed she can survive outside.
Take this.
Kronol first!
Are you looking for some trouble or something?
You got a problem with the gates?
Here, smoke a cigarette.
It is a great honor for you.
This is the last cigarette of humanity.
Go enjoy it.
Your story is so 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.
The one that leads to the outside.
We've been sentenced for 18 years.
Everyone thinks it's a wall.
But it's a fucking door.
Open it and get us out of here.
I know...
But maybe we can survive.
You remember Yekaterina bridge?
When we got slaughtered with an axe.
Every new year, I check something.
We see the wreckage of a plane...
under the snow.
For ten years the tail can barely be seen.
But now I can see the fuselage and wings.
There is less and less snow and ice.
It melts.
Snow becomes more fragile,
it doesn't take much to get rid of everything.
Recently,
you know what I saw?
Outside, there was...
Drops.
It is not worth telling it.
You don't think I'm right.
Kronol is the first...
highly flammable chemical.
A spark and boom!
Basically, it's a fucking bomb.
I not only store these to get high,
but to blow that gate.
Matches, quickly.
Give it to me!
Fire!
Blood!
Are you okay?
What? What happened?
Get down.
Yona.
We must open this door.
You see those cables?
There are so many cables.
Yona.
Red, number 8.
No, 7.
Yona, the Kronol!
Yona, stop! No.
Get the Kronol then.
It's done!
Curtis, matches.
Curtis! The match!
Only one left.