S.O.S. Eisberg

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SOS ICEBERG:

This film has been produced in cooperation

with the Danish government,

under the stewardship of

Arctic explorer Knud Rasmussen

and based on an idea

by Dr. Arnold Fanck.

Directed by:

Diary of Professor Lorenz

At The Edge Of The World

Day 187 on Karajak Glacier,

the highest glacial wall in the world.

No man has seen this before...

the birth of an iceberg.

Day 218:
Hunger!

Seals are heading for the sea.

Day 205:

I want to see people again!

Day 205 on Karajak.

Spring will perhaps

open up the ice front.

60-foot-high calving waves

have broken up the ice outside.

Freedom.

Freedom!

The road is too hard.

Diary of Professor Lorenz

Then, gentlemen,

you all believe

that Professor Lorenz

was not alive

when you stopped searching

for him last October

and left Greenland.

Well, gentlemen?

Mr. Udet,

as aviator of the expedition,

would you like to speak?

Yes, Professor.

Personally,

I still believe that

an experienced pilot

couldn't have missed a single

black spot on a white ice surface.

Mr. Dregen.

You were saying?

I was saying,

Lorenz is dead.

You agree, Mr. Kuemmel?

Given our search efforts...

Dr. Matushek?

You were also quite certain, right?

Well, I can only say...

that it would be inconceivable,

but the word "impossible" should not be

in the vocabulary of a scientist.

Dr. Johannes Krafft?

Yes.

You were the leader

of this scientific expedition

into Greenland's inland ice.

Yes, Professor.

I'm responsible for everything

that happened back then.

Could Professor Lorenz have been alive

when you decided to leave Greenland?

Had there been a chance,

I would not have left, Professor.

We do believe you.

But...

There is no but.

What you're suggesting is impossible.

Our winter camp was here,

locked inside the ice.

And this was our summer camp

on the west coast.

My friend Lorenz

went from here to there.

He must have perished in this region

in the snowstorms.

We could only search for him

along this definite route.

He couldn't possibly have been alive.

Yet, he was alive.

Karajak Glacier, day 206. Stone hut.

Position:
77.3 lat., 68.8 long.

Save my diaries, Lorenz.

Good Lord, Karajak.

How did Lorenz end up at Karajak?

It's hundreds of kilometers

too far north.

Despite a compass and

a well-marked route to the west coast.

What was your husband doing

at Karajak all by himself?

Up there,

at the edge of the world?

Without saying a word to us,

he just left one day.

All of which...

we never told any of you at home.

Because...

taking such unauthorized actions

is irresponsible on any expedition.

Yes.

Karajak had always been his dream,

his ultimate goal.

And I had to pay for it...

with my reputation as a partner.

And he with his life!

You must forgive him, Hannes.

He was still young.

And rash.

His diaries!

If we could locate his diaries...

Damn, some goddamn three weeks!

Three weeks?

More like three years.

At least, we conquered Karajak.

Wanted to beat him to it. Not acting

like a partner, the road is too hard.

Damned Karajak!

Look at the nice cabin he built.

Poor Lorenz.

This is going to be a tough job.

- Lost!

- Don't shout.

It'll be all right.

Matushek, Dregen!

Good God, the diary!

Guys, Lorenz is alive.

What?

- Alive? Impossible.

- It is possible.

Listen up.

"Day 283 at Karajak.

My last hope.

I'll jump from oe to oe

to cross the open fiord

to the other side where Eskimos live

in the village of Thule.

30 kilometers of open water.

Little hope of getting across.

I might be pulled out into the sea

if the tide sets in too soon.

Therefore, I'm leaving my diaries here. "

Lorenz wrote this four days ago.

What now?

What now?

We'll pack up our things

and get going across the fiord.

Nothing more to say.

Across the fiord? Impossible.

Hannes!

Across the fiord? Stupid, crazy!

Okay, fatso.

I can't swim either.

Go and pack up, he said.

Hannes, think this over some more.

What you're asking is impossible.

It's 30 kilometers to Thule.

It's 34.

There you have it.

We'll get trapped by the tide

and the oating ice.

I know.

Think of the consequences.

Look down there.

It's all open water.

Enough oes to jump

from one to the next.

And then you oat out to sea on one.

He's dead.

So you'd give up on Lorenz?

Let's go, Matushek.

We have no other choice.

If only you were

as advanced as this girl.

- Next time, she'll come to Greenland.

- Yeah, of course.

She's better at everything.

Sensational news from

the Greenland expedition.

Expedition sets out on

dangerous search.

Diaries found.

Lorenz probably still alive!

- Well done!

- Satisfied?

Hella.

- News from Greenland.

- What?

...still alive!

He's alive.

Go on, go on.

Keep paddling.

Goddamn.

Keep left.

Join Matushek on the other side.

- All wrong.

- Do it yourself if you can do better.

Look, Matushek. This is where

we have to squeeze through.

- To the right, too much open water.

- But what about the current?

Only over there.

There's no other way.

We're drifting out.

Yes, out to sea.

Dregen, take the dog.

Here we are.

Nice place to spend the weekend,

eh, fatso?

Me want far away from water.

Better up the mountain.

Great, then the next storm

can toss you 200 feet down.

No, fatso.

You're not thinking clearly again.

Put up the tent right here.

I knew it.

The circus goes up right here.

Matushek, come over here.

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