Yes, I'm listening, fuck.
It's not "Nem", it's "Nam". Namgoong Minsoo, you shit.
Namgoong is my name, my surname is Minsoo, asshole.
What for?
And if I refuse?
Would you like a puff, asshole?
It's too good for a shit like you.
Wake up!
My daughter, Yona. To go forward, we need her.
For each gate, I want two pieces of Kronol.
It's my fault?
Of course, I do it only for the Kronol.
You're the one who's giving me some.
Don't open!
We're getting closer to the Yekaterina bridge!
We're getting closer.
What are you waiting for? Run.
Shit.
Don't look.
Counselor, is everything alright?
Yes, everything is fine.
Is it edible?
A child of the train wouldn't know about this.
I grew up walking on this.
That's what we find under the snow.
Dirt.
What's that?
It moves.
Under the ground.
What's that?
LA VIE DE WILFORD
Look, do you see that?
What?
You see that woman, in front?
She was the maid in the front wagon.
An Inuit.
An Eskimo, actually.
She knew everything about the ice and the snow.
She believed she could survive outside.
Hurry!
He's coming.
The door!
Have some too.
Kronol first!
Are you going insane, or what?
You got a problem with the gates?
Here, have a cigarette.
You should be grateful.
That's the world's last cigarette.
You tail section hick.
It's a beautiful story, Curtis.
But I do not want to open that door.
Do you know what I want?
I want to open one 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.
Let's open it and get out of here.
We don't know.
But maybe we can survive.
You remember the Yekaterina bridge?
When we got massacred with axes.
Every New Year, I check something.
We see the wreckage of a plane.
Under the snow.
Ten years ago,
the tail was barely visible.
But now I can see the fuselage and the wings.
There's less and less snow and ice.
It's melting.
The snow is becoming more fragile,
it won't take much for everything to collapse.
Recently,
do you know what I saw?
Outside, there was...
Never mind.
It's not worth telling you about it.
You don't think I'm right.
The Kronol is above all...
a highly flammable chemical.
One spark and boom!
Basically, it's a fucking bomb.
I don't only store it to get high,
but to blow up this door.
The matches, quickly.
Give it to me!
Fire!
Blood!
Are you alright?
What happened to you?
Get down.
Yona.
We must open this door.
You see those cables?
There are many.
Yona.
The red one, number 8.
No, 7.
Yona, the Kronol!
Yona, stop!
No.
Stick the Kronol on the door.
It's done!
Curtis has the matches.
Only one left.