Yes, I'm listening.
My name is not "Nem", it is "Nam". Namgoung Minsoo, shit.
Namgoung is my name, my surname is Minsoo, asshole.
For what?
If I don't want to?
You want a smoke too, asshole?
It's too good for shit like you.
Get up.
My daughter Yona. If I go, she goes too.
One gate, two lumps of Kronole.
Am I at fault?
Of course, I'm only doing this for the Kronole.
You're the one who's giving me this.
Stop!
We're getting closer.
What are you doing? Run!
Don't look.
Minister, are you okay?
I'm okay.
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.
It's called earth.
What is this?
It moves.
Underground.
What does this mean?
Look, you see that?
What?
There was a woman among them.
She was the maid in the lead car.
An Inuit.
An Eskimo, actually.
She knew all about the ice and snow.
She believed she could survive outside.
Quickly.
Close the door.
Take this.
Kronole first!
Are you looking for trouble or something?
You got a problem with the gates?
Here, smoke a cigarette.
You should be grateful.
This is the world's last cigarette.
You tail section pig.
Your story is so beautiful, Curtis.
But I don't want to open this door.
You know what I want?
I want to open a door.
But not this one.
That one.
That one that leads to the outside.
We've been sentenced here 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 axes?
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 were...
Rain drops.
I'm wasting my breath telling you this.
You don't think I'm right.
Kronole is...
...highly combustible.
One spark, and boom!
Basically, it's a fucking bomb.
I don't hoard these just 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 Kronole!
- Yona, stop! - No.
Stick the Kronole on the door.
It's done!
Curtis has the matches. Go get them!
Curtis! The matches!
Light the fuse!
Dad... dad...
Dad!