"ORION'S BELT" "Hey, look at that!" "It's a polar bear, all right." "Look, it's yellow!" "Looks kind of shabby to me." "I thought polar bears were white." "Christ, Sverre!" "Not you, too!" "This light's incredible!" "It is the Land of the Midnight Sun." "Shit!" "There it is!" "What are you doing?" "Give me back my gun!" "Herr Jansen, we were told to carry guns!" "To protect yourself, but not to hunt!" "I am sick of this." "With twice as many, it might have paid off." "Twice as many?" "Could you stand 20 of those?" "You got a better idea?" "Damn Lars! "I have business ashore." Doesn't even bother joining us!" "Relax, Tom." "Lars can't help it if..." "There's something wrong with the toilet." "The flush doesn't work." "I'll fix it!" ""I'm rushing off to flush you..."" "Aren't these Russian letters?" "Yes." "This is a Russian souvenir." "How come?" "Look over there." "Barentsburg." "Russian capital of the Arctic." "You mean there are Russians here?" "More than 3000." "With twice as many men, they produce the same amount of coal as us." "They're not exactly famous for their efficiency." "Most of those miners have hands as white as yours." "Spies?" "Five helicopters, a heliport, armored snow trucks..." "I thought Spitsbergen was Norwegian." "Why does your government allow it?" "A mouse doesn't pick a fight with a bear." "Where's my gun?" "What are you doing?" "Saving bears from people like you." "I refuse to pay for this trip!" "Then this is where you get off!" "It was only a joke!" "Put me down!" ""It will be so romantic," he says!" "Well, I don't need romance, George." "I could have found more comfort in Alcatraz!" "You wanna go to Alcatraz, I'll take you to Alcatraz." "Believe you me!" "How much did we make this time?" "Not even enough for fuel." "Chicken feed!" "Don't you have anything worthwhile for us?" "Or do we have to keep up these "guided tours with polar experts"?" "Remember those guys who were test drilling by Sarstangen?" "They didn't find any oil, and gave up." "Now the supply company wants its bulldozer returned." "A freight job?" "No." "Not quite." "They want the bulldozer picked up, but they don't want it back." "They want us to "lose" it on the way back to the mainland." "Insurance!" "Dumping a bulldozer..." "Isn't that illegal?" "Unless the pay's good..." "The money is OK." "But how about getting paid twice for the same job?" "Sit down." "I'll get you a beer." "The northern cap is full of American and Russian bases." "There are subs up here with rockets that can reach Moscow and New York." "Obviously everyone would love to have control over Svalbard!" "We're here to make sure the Treaty is complied with." "Mind if I take a sip?" "That no one violates any rules or regulations..." "That Treaty is over 60 years old." "Times change." "We're NATO members now!" "Norway is no threat to anyone." "NATO is, and we're a part of that." "So what do we do?" "Tell the Russians to go to hell?" "You can't belong to NATO and let the Russians stay." "You can't play on both teams, or you'll end up being the ball." "What's your opinion, Tom?" "Pump too much air into the ball, and it will burst." "Did I say something wrong?" "It's all a joke to you, isn't it?" "The discussion?" "Yes." "The two of us?" "No." ""Someone has to say:" "I want your child, to make life bearable."" "A poem I once read." "Shit..." "You really are handsome." "We acquire sophisticated habits up here." "Stop running all the time, Tommy." "We're OK together, aren't we?" "You're like a frog in a well." "You see a spot of blue and think that's the whole sky." "Was that Ibsen or Chairman Mao?" "Chairman Mao, I think." "Have you seen the pictures of my kids?" "Let me show you." "There." "Look at this." "They're the cutest kids you'll..." "Come on, Lars." "Now's not the time!" "There's room for more here." "Governor Backe sends his greetings!" "Backe wants to see us." "All three of us?" "Nope." "I'm going to the airport, Sverre's shopping." "You have to go." "Why always me?" "He likes you." "Care to tell me what's going on?" "Remember what we talked about?" "About getting paid twice?" "Get to the point!" "Dammit, Tommy!" "I found a buyer for the bulldozer." "The company gets rid of it, this guy gets it." "Everyone's happy." "Until they meet." "It's a small island." "Not a chance, Tommy." "We'll sell it in Greenland." "Look!" "We pick it up here." "Then we head south for Tromsø." "But from Bellsund we head west toward Greenland instead!" "Consul Ivanov." "Our Minister of Justice." "Hello." "Welcome." "The Minister's secretary." "Not official." "Get them something to drink." "I'll be there in five minutes." "Hang on." "Would you mind telling me what you're up to?" "Not at all." "Sorry the others couldn't make it." "We have so much to do." "You think you're smart, don't you?" "Undercutting honest operators." "Stealing whatever you can." "Ignoring laws and regulations." "Think you're above it all." "That ends now." "From now on I want to know every move you make." "And one more thing:" "Stop playing pirates!" "Actually, we consider ourselves junk dealers." "Anyway, this is just a little freight job to the mainland." ""Upernarissuaq"." "Eskimo." "It means "a good place to live in the spring"." "Three and a half tons?" "!" "Three and a half tons is all that crane can hold." "Then how do we get it ashore?" "That's your problem." "Delivery means delivery, right?" "Yeah, yeah..." "It will never work!" "Hoist it up, boys!" "Hold it there!" "Come on!" "Dammit!" "A battery." "Six volt." "Go back to Norway!" "Bravo!" "Bravo!" "I give you one bulldozer, cash on delivery!" "Five out of six!" "Not bad, huh?" "No!" "Do you have to do that?" "I fixed it, Tom!" "You guys are nuts." "...Tromsøflaket to South Cape, increasing to near or strong gale." "Damn!" "We have to radio in!" "...20-23 meters per second." "Some rain, moderate to..." "Sandy Hook calling Isfjord Radio!" "Come in!" "Sandy Hook, Isfjord Radio." "Come in, Sandy Hook!" "We are southwest of Bear Island." "Can't hear you." "Please repeat." "We were carrying a bulldozer." "Almost capsized." "Had to dump it." "Please inform governor's office!" "Sandy Hook, please repeat." "Roger!" "Sandy Hook, try again later." "Over and out!" "Now what do we do?" "We can't sail in to Longyearbyen tomorrow." "I suggest a detour." "Look at that bastard!" "30 miles, at least!" "It's the Coast Guard!" "Damn!" "So much for our bulldozer scam." "Have you seen that trawler coming up to port?" "Quite a trawler." "Hey, Ivan!" "Did they forget to tell you this is a demilitarized zone?" "Arrogant bastards!" "They don't give a damn." "What's wrong with the steering?" "That's what I'm trying to find out!" "Damn rust bucket!" "We need to get to shore." "Find a place, then!" "Here!" "Behind Kippert Island." "Have you lost your mind?" "It's either there, or nowhere." "Shit!" "How do you propose we get her in without steering?" "We take her in by hand." "Starboard!" "Ten degrees to starboard!" "Ten degrees to starboard!" "Port!" "Ten degrees to port!" "Straighten her out!" "Steady there!" "Port!" "Over to port!" "Ten degrees!" "Haul in!" "Haul in!" "I fixed it with an old rubber boot." "One of mine?" "If you..." "Fine!" "Fix it yourself, and Tom and I can go ashore!" "We should teach him to hunt reindeer." "Paddle, Mr. Fix-it-all!" "Yeah, yeah..." "Did you hear about these guys who found the first arctic sea gull eggs?" "They were starving, and so they made a huge omelet out of them." "Then, back in Tromsø, they heard that British Museum paid 100 per egg." "Imagine that!" "Thousands of pounds up in omelet!" "Did they give the cook a beating?" "Have I told that story before?" "Hold it right there!" "Perfetto!" "Where did our photographer go?" "Damn!" "Is that copper?" "Six to seven kilos per meter!" "Ten to twelve kroner per kilo!" "Look at this!" "What is that?" "I have no idea." "Maybe some kind of listening station." "American?" "Russian?" "Nothing is labeled." "Oh shit... !" "A Norwegian!" "Armed Norwegians!" "Stop, or I'll shoot!" "Get me down, dammit!" "Holy shit!" "Take his machine gun!" "I don't want to!" "Take it, dammit!" "No, no, no, boys!" "Take it easy!" "Don't shoot!" "Shoot!" "Shoot!" "It's all a big misunderstanding!" "Igor is wounded!" "He needs help!" "I sure messed things up for us." "It wasn't your fault." "That was insane." "Are you OK?" "Swell." "The Eskimos have 40 words for kayak and maybe 20 for snow." "But not one for war." "If there's a life after death, maybe we should live like Eskimos." "Listen, Sverre." "You're the expert." "The helicopter base is what, 300-350 miles away?" "And their cruising speed is...?" "200." "So in a couple of hours we'll know if we can expect company." "It's no use." "They've blocked the frequency." "Dammit, Tommy!" "We saw something we shouldn't have, and killed a Soviet citizen!" "They expect us to take the shortest route to Longyearbyen." "If we go east of Barents Island, we can hide among the trawlers." "I'll go make some coffee." "The weather report called for fog." "Let's hope they're right." "Either we've lost them, or they're not coming." "I hope you're right." "Help me up." "I can steer." "No, you take it easy." "I can do it." "Everything OK?" "Where's that goddamn fog?" "It sure isn't here!" "...but since we're on the subject of summer,   we'd like to send out a greeting to Bjørn in Hareid,   and everyone else who may be "on the road"." "Isn't that sweet!" "Quiet!" "Switch off the lights!" "Maybe they'll drop a sack of rubles   and a postcard asking us to forget everything." "Your stupid jokes have gotten us into enough trouble!" "Shut up!" "The fog is lifting." "Keep as close to shore as possible." "Don't make it any easier for them." "Get her in to shore!" "Like a frog in a well..." "We're finished, Tommy!" "Like hell!" "You're insane!" "You're utterly insane." "Sverre!" "Mayday, Mayday..." "Mayday, Mayday!" "Sandy Hook calling all ships!" "Sandy Hook calling all ships." "One man hurt." "In serious condition." "In need of immediate assistance." "Position:" "78 degrees, 22 minutes north." "20 degrees, 40 minutes east." "Repeat:" "We are in need of immediate assistance!" "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!" "It's no use!" "We need fresh water for Sverre." "I'll fix the engine." "Where are we now?" "By Cape Dufferin." "The boat..." "The boat went to hell." "Yes, I know." "We should have insured her." "Shit!" "Skipper..." "No!" "Skipper..." "Skipper!" "Skipper!" "Skipper!" "Who is that?" "The man you transported that bulldozer for, the one you "dumped"." "But that now, strangely enough, is at Morken Bros. in Greenland." "Sandy Hook was sunk by Russians." "Lars and Sverre are dead." "No more wild stories now, Jansen." "I want facts." "Then listen!" "I'm telling you the Russians have killed Lars and Sverre." "Our boat was sunk off Cape Dufferin." "Why would the Russians do that?" "We came across a transmitter on Kippert Island." "There was shooting." "Can you prove any of this?" "The gun!" "I had the Russian gun!" "You had nothing but dust in your pockets, Jansen." "Fine." "That man hired us   to dump the bulldozer so he could collect insurance..." "That's a lie!" "We never made such an agreement." "The bulldozer was to be delivered in Tromsø." "This Lars must have scammed his partners." "Enough!" "Tom!" "Tommy!" "What's happened?" "Tom's being taken to Oslo." "Why?" "Insurance fraud." "Stole a bulldozer." "We have studied Backe's report." "It was quite interesting." "Yes, it's all there." "The bulldozer doesn't interest us." "That's a police matter." "Our job is to find out whether your other story is true." "Have you told this story to anyone but Backe?" "No." "Are you sure?" "Of course." "Have you found anything out?" "No." "It's just a routine question." "He must have said something?" "Nothing coherent." "He seemed drunk." "You know those guys, what they're capable of." "What happened to him?" "I don't believe insurance fraud." "Where are the other two?" "Who knows?" "Backe questioned him." "Maybe they fought over the profits." "You don't believe that!" "We want you to look at a number of photos and drawings   of various types of Russian listening stations." "Take your time, and if you see one that looks like the one you saw,   you tell us, OK?" "Ok." "That's it!" "It wasn't completely assembled, but that's the one." "Are you 100 % certain?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "Thank you very much." "Eva!" "It's Russian, Eva." "I want you to tell me where Tom is, what's happening to him, and why!" "And what happened to Lars, Sverre and Sandy Hook?" "Answer me, or I'll make sure people start asking uncomfortable questions!" "I can't say a word." "It's a matter of security." "His or yours?" "Let me in on it." "We can't tell you everything." "This part of the polar region is vital." "Hinlopen, between West Spitsbergen and Nordaustlandet,   and the waters between Nordaustlandet and Kvitøya   have been code-named Orion's Belt." "We like our mythology here." "You've OK'd the surveillance?" "As long as we know about it." "Two of my friends were killed!" "Those were your words." "A Russian citizen was also killed." "By whom?" "The Russians fired first!" "Can you prove that?" "Good evening, Mr. Ambassador." "Minister." "On the one hand, we have the word of a man with a bad reputation." "On the other hand, a very delicate balance   neither of us would like to see disturbed." "Put this one rotten apple on the scales,   and that balance would be completely disturbed." "We have to ask ourselves:" "Are we prepared to see the consequences?" "Would you jump off a thing like that?" "Perhaps I could be persuaded." "I doubt if I could be pushed." "What will happen to the man?" "He'll be looked after." "I've seen too much." "I know too much." "Something like that." "You're signed on to a vessel heading to the West Indies tomorrow." "I don't have any papers." "I'm blacklisted." "You're not going as Tom Jansen." "He ceases to exist." "You aren't getting off that easy!" "I'll go to the papers and..." "That would be stupid." "No one will print your story." "There is something called national security." "If your story leaks out, we may have to kick the Russians off Svalbard." "The balance would be upset." "No one wants that." "The danger of war would be imminent." "This is a game of chess, and you aren't even on the board." "Sorry." "Talk to anyone about this, and you put their lives in danger, too." "We'll take you to the boat tonight." "Have a light?" "No, listen to me." "Get on a plane tonight." "We'll meet in Oslo tomorrow." "That's all I can say now." "Meet me at the Theater Café tomorrow at 7 pm." "OK?" "Great!" "Eva?" "I love you." "I see." "On her way to Oslo." "Fine, we'll take over from here." "What?" "Thought you'd be more comfortable with this." "Guess I was dreaming." "No discussion." "Get out!" "May I speak to the maitre d'?" "I have a message for a guest at your restaurant." "Eva Gjelseth." "She's alone, under the balcony." "She has long, blond hair." "You can't miss her." "Tell her to meet Tom at Waterfront." "Thank you." "I'm expecting a girl called Eva Gjelseth." "She has a pink sweater and blond hair." "Tell her to meet Tom in Shed 3." "Eva?" "He's waiting for you in Shed 3." "Where?" "Subtitles:" "Nick Norris"