The 12th Man Page #4

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made it a priority

to thoroughly investigate

and establish with certainty...

that he could not have survived

in these Arctic waters.

Hey!

Hey, you!

I thought Norwegians

knew how to ski.

Thank you.

I followed his tracks

straight into the avalanche.

I lost him... here.

Are you sure?

Wenders here thinks he's a ghost.

If he survived, there are three ways

down from the mountain.

Here, here and here.

I am quite sure it was him.

And that he may be alive.

Don't just stand here.

Get out!

- Did you send that report?

- Of course. Immediately, sir.

Excellent.

I just wanted to be sure.

Broken skis.

What is that?

A backpack.

Hey!

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Baalsrud?

Race you to those rocks?

I'm not up for that... right now.

- Please leave.

- Feeling sorry for yourself?

Come on!

Be quiet.

I am quiet.

You're the one talking.

Come on.

Ready... set ... go!

Marius Grnvoll?

Marius Grnvoll?

Seen anything suspicious lately?

No.

No suspicious people?

- Good.

- I was wondering...

I was wondering...

How do you become

a Nazi sympathizer?

They don't admit just anyone.

No, that's true.

You must have

real faith in your cause?

Yes.

That patch

on your arm.

Are you proud of it?

How you get one of those,

do you just put your name on a list,

or do you actually

have to accomplish something?

We have checked everywhere.

The man we are looking for

is around 1.75 meters.

Dark hair.

Most likely wearing

a Norwegian uniform.

And he walks with a limp.

Okay.

To help, hide,

or in any way assist

an enemy of the Third Reich

is punishable by death.

- Is that understood?

- Yes.

Right. Good.

We're done here.

Let's go.

We need to keep looking.

On to the next farm.

Yes, one more bite.

Ottar, get out!

If anyone comes,

anyone at all, let us know.

Come. Here.

- We have to get these off.

- We have to get his circulation going.

Do you know who this is?

Yes.

Get all our bandages,

woolen underwear, and blankets.

Hanna!

Hey... you'll be fine.

Everything will be okay.

You're safe here.

I followed his tracks all the way up

to the avalanche.

- The avalanche?

-The one from three days ago?

Yes.

There are posters everywhere.

We can be shot on sight.

We know that.

They'll burn our house

to the ground.

Like in Telavg.

They torched everything.

His feet.

You saw them.

He needs a doctor.

- And Ottar...

- We can't call a doctor now.

It's too dangerous.

Why risk our lives

for a man dying of gangrene?

- He could die at any moment.

- We won't let him.

We'll help him.

Use mother's ointments.

Do everything we can.

What if it was me?

If that was me in there?

Hanna.

This is how we prove who we are

and what we believe in.

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