Original subtitles

Pierre? What...

Where's Sophie?

Sophie!

Where's Sophie? Pierre!

Where's Sophie?

Mummy...

Where's Mummy?

I have to go at Grandpa's?

To Grandpa's.

How many miles is it in hours to Grandpa's?

Talk some sense.

Your schoolbag!

You forget it every time.

You're back?

I'm taking the kid up to Gaspard.

He’ll be glad to see the boy.

- He doesn't see him much. - He never does.

- Your ticket! - I'm just taking him up.

The kid's family. But you...

Oh, right.

What's wrong?

Forget it.

Are you happy to be going to Grandpa's?

This is Danger of Death?

Exactly, next along is Keep Off the Tracks.

Don't try anything funny. Toe the line.

Afraid?

Your schoolbag!

You did that as some kind of joke?

Your therapist said “Your grandfather can help.”

I don't know your grandfather.

My grandfather?

Your grandfather, stupid!

Is he Mum's father?

Do I have to go?

We've talked about this. You think I'm happy leaving you?

Don't want to.

Shit, no one's here.

Let's just go back.

Anybody home?

Yes. I am!

Say hello to Grandpa.

What? Surely I don't scare you?

Look at him.

Five years without news.

We wrote.

Five times! "Happy and healthy New Year"!

I can show them to you.

Go and play.

Not even a photo. I'd never have known him!

Leave that be!

It's off-limits. His mum's gear's in there.

Careful, they're fragile!

You hear me?

Hey, I'm not deaf.

He'd better not get lippy with me.

I'm too old to let some kid rule me.

Your arms...

The shrink would approve...

The shrink?

The therapist.

He's not mad?

The school therapist.

This year, we've had it all.

Shrink, speech therapist...

He mixes up P, B and D sounds.

Peu, beu. Is he retarded?

Peu, beu....

What a dump...

Even with binoculars, there's nothing.

If he won't lend me his hut, I’ll find another.

Wow, that's high!

I wanted to stay

but I'd best go.

That's for sure.

Dad, come and see!

There's a trunk full of water for hosses to drink from.

Horses.

Listen, Tom, I have to go now.

Where?

Back home.

You said you'd take me to my new school.

I know but...

The train's coming.

- I have to go back to work. - You promised!

I’ll come for the holidays.

You'll be fine here.

Stop it!

15, 16, 17...

If I stop breathing, it'll be Danger of Death

and you'll be alone with Grandpa.

What the hell... Watch out, it's Robert!

You maniac! You're mending that!

Calm down, okay. The winch screws up the brakes.

Come and look at this.

It'll blow you away.

Are you okay?

I've found something.

- Who's he? - My grandson.

What's he doing here?

Where's his father?

Tom, seen the horse over there?

Go and make friends.

I’ll put him right.

That moron's managed to dump his brat on you?

He was in his way?

He's my grandson, okay!

Look at this.

It's got a ring on. A woman. An Indian.

You like frozen food, huh?

That's not funny.

- I'd have left it up there. - For the ravens?

Put it away!

Maybe the glacier will give back...

That's enough!

What's the horse called?

Marilyne.

No name for a horse.

She's a mare.

A natural blonde.

You just need to lift her coat to check.

One day at the circus, I saw an ass

in trousers.

Was its name Robert?

Your alarm clock’s wild.

It's a cuckoo clock. I made it when I was at school.

Wait, it's going to chime again.

Real pine cones?

Of course not. Eat before it gets cold.

Who's that there?

Where?

There.

Me, at the European bobsleigh final.

We were beaten by Romania.

I was young then.

And now you're old.

That's right.

That's what I’ll be.

A bob driver?

No, I’ll be old. That way, I’ll be dead

for less long.

That therapist must have had a field day.

Who's this?

Your mother.

That parka hides her face.

At minus 30, you need a parka.

And now?

It's in a trunk somewhere.

I mean Mum, okay.

Where is she?

What did your dad say?

That she got lost and that then she went missing.

Where?

On a mountain. You didn't know?

We could look for her together.

Right?

There's nothing to look for. It's no use.

You won't look for your daughter? Don't you love her?

- Son... - I'm not your son.

You wear me out! Eat up.

What's this?

Your mother won it. She was an ace skier.

Put it back, it's not yours!

Nor yours either, mister.

Maybe, mister, now eat or get to bed!

I'm not sleeping there. It's dark and smells of old people.

Cheeky monkey!

- Where're you going? - To see the maress.

Little bugger...

Here you go.

Little Jesus slept well in the manger?

Think her'd like an apple?

She'd like an apple.

No, her. It's for her.

You said Malirine is a maress.

A mare. M-A-R-E, okay?

But she's a girl!

Usually, you call boy mares horses instead.

Good!

I hope you have a nice, patient teacher.

Is this the school?

It's tiny.

It's better for you.

Your mum went here. And so did I, before her.

The teacher must be really old.

Well, try not to wear her out.

This is...

little Tom. Thomas Briscaud.

I'm not little.

Sorry, but school starts at 8:30.

And ends...

At 4:30 PM.

That won't be easy, with the train schedule.

Take an earlier one, then.

I can't, I drive it.

Too bad.

The state sets class hours.

And I don't baby-sit.

Briscaud... The fax enrolment?

That's right.

Things like that mess up my organization.

His father wanted me to see you

because...

So who are you?

I'm his grandfather.

The thing is, Tom is... dysli... dyseker...

What?

He has trouble with peu and beu but feu and teu are okay.

He's dyslexic?

Yes, that's it!

I must see his father.

His father drives trains. He travels a lot.

His mother, then. It's the same.

No mother.

Go outside

and meet the others.

Right.

Let's start again. Slowly.

I say your mother's dead.

She isn't dead, she's missing.

She died in a crevasse

with my cousin, Gérard.

My uncle said. He's a garage owner.

They fell.

You saw them? So shut up!

In a crevasse,

the glacier cuts you into tiny bits

and sometimes, bits come back out.

The other day, my uncle found

a woman's foot.

Maybe it's your mum's.

Leave me be!

It's not our fault.

Do you like your story?

It's about a crash in the mountains.

Everyone thinks Chang is dead.

Except Tintin.

In fact, he isn't dead. He's missing.

- Do they find Chang? - Yes.

The Yeti saved him.

Tintin finds him in a crevasse.

That Tintin's so smart.

The Yeti's the smart one.

Aren't there any Yetis here?

We have gendarmes and helicopters. They're just as good.

Hiya!

Come on.

Ask him, he's my uncle.

Hurry, your grandpa's at the station.

Come on, move it!

You really found a foot?

You bet I did! An Indian woman's foot.

From the Malabar Princess.

The Malabar?

Don't touch that! That's the winch.

The Malabar was a plane that crashed on the mountain.

A long time ago.

Something smells odd...

Didn't see much of your dad, did we?

He was off again like a hare.

Answer when I talk to you.

Don't take it badly, okay.

Your dad's a ponce.

Terminus, everybody out!

This car stinks.

It smells of shit.

Little bastard...

Benoît got it wrong.

Robert didn't find my mum's foot.

It was Malabar gum mashed up on the Mont-Blanc.

I don't like Robert anyway.

Malabar...

Barman...

Manhunt...

Hunting dog...

Dogleg...

Leg...

Legless.

Stop messing about, Tom!

Get off the track!

He's taking the mickey too!

Come on, hurry it up!

Get in, quick.

Next time, wait at the station.

I don't take hitchers.

What's a ponce?

What was that?

What's a ponce?

Honestly!

One day at school and that's what you Iearn?

Well, what is it?

Well, Tom, a ponce is...

Take Marilyne, say...

If she was a horse, she'd be a ponce if she liked horses

instead of maresses... mares.

She'd be a horse who preferred boy mares.

And you? D'you prefer horses or maresses?

That's enough, Tom! We’ll get derailed with you.

Ponces... Honestly.

I have to see your teacher.

Push back from the face and keep your legs tensed.

Then find a new rest, okay?

Listen now or you’ll regret it later!

That's gross!

Is it your mum's?

It doesn't match. My mum's white.

Who cuts them up?

Maybe your uncle in his garage.

Want to eat it?

I’ll tell on you!

Miss! Benoît's got a foot!

Hide it!

What are you two up to?

- What's in that pack? - Nothing.

Come here, you!

Open that pack now!

Gently... Against the face.

What on earth...

- It's his mum's foot! - Stupid!

Give me that.

Where's it from?

My uncle found it on the glacier.

Tom's mum fell in a crevasse, see. But it's not her foot.

What’ll it be tomorrow? A head?

Can I have a look too?

Bring her down. Where's the other gone?

He went that way.

Take them back.

Tom!

Thomas!

What's the matter?

Are you lost?

You've lost your mum?

The weather's good. She can't just vanish.

If she's missing, falls in a crevasse and no one does anything,

she’ll be cut to bits.

You watch too much TV.

Then Robert puts the bits in jarts.

Jars.

- Listen, son... - I'm not your son.

If it makes you feel better, I’ll pass the message on.

Hôtel Bravo to Papa Charlie.

Go ahead.

A boy's mother is missing on the Bionnassay glacier.

She's alone but experienced and hasn't returned home.

Got a description? We'll be there in two minutes.

There you go, pal.

What do you say to that?

Ready to note her name down? Briscaud, Sophie.

That's not her name.

Let me handle this.

Ask the kid his grandfather's name.

- What's your grandpa's name? - Dumontier.

You heard that?

Save your breath. Ask him if he's pulling your leg.

Can you repeat that?

Sophie Briscaud went missing on the Bionnassay.

Her husband came back alone, I recall.

Talk about a scoop. That was five years ago!

I'd go out there but I don't reckon we'd find anything.

She hasn't been found yet.

Keep looking.

Cancel mission. Over and out.

Sonny, don't make us look like fools.

Gendarmerie...

I'm not his son.

Sonny's my name!

Affirmative. How old?

His name?

Stop looking, he's here.

Some lady's glad to have found you.

My mother?

No, kid, your teacher.

That's him?

Take him in. I’ll settle this.

I'm his teacher. I’ll take him home.

I want his grandfather here.

There's no need for such a fuss.

A fuss?

The other two nearly got us killed once.

- Enough! - The other two?

The grandfather and his pal, the garage owner.

We were "ponces" for refusing

to fly in a storm.

We've had enough disrespect.

He stays here for now. Over and out.

"Over and out"?

You're all numbskulls here!

Over and out! Move it.

Timber!

Wow, that's wicked!

What?

- That's wicked! - Who's wicked?

No one. It's wicked. It's ace.

I'm the ace. Super Grandpa.

CouId you take me up there?

- To the top? - Of the glacier?

If you fall in a hole, we'd have to call the gendarmes out.

Imagine it. "That Briscaud kid again! Put him on ice."

"Oh, he already is on ice!'

Am I too young to go up?

It's nothing to do with age.

It may look like a mound of cream but it's freezing up there.

It's full of crevasses. If you fall into one,

the heat of your body melts the ice, you slowly sink,

then the ice closes over you. Then the snow falls

and then...

And then you're missing.

Right. You said it.

No one comes to look for you?

No one knows where.

Does it hurt?

I hope not.

They say you fall asleep, without any pain.

The cold does that...

Right, back to work.

Can I drive?

Yes, off you go.

Go on.

Take it easy.

She's in foal.

Stop on the flat ground!

I'm sorry.

- You scared me. - Did I?

No, not really, but you're more...

Less than at school...

It's not exactly the schoolmarm in her bikini.

I've brought him his book.

- Make him practice. - He's not much good?

Not too good, no. He can't manage to concentrate.

He's obsessed about his mother.

And this...

This is for you both.

Five years today, isn't it?

I'm not keen on anniversaries.

Who told you that?

The gendarmes.

You've been prying there?

I wasn't prying. I was looking for your grandson.

You lose him and I get a rocket!

- You stir things up. - And Tom's mixed up.

Peu and beu, I know.

Give me the book. I’ll make him work for you!

Leave us now. Here he is.

Hey, miss!

Mixed up...

She doesn't look pleased.

I didn't notice.

Whose are these?

They're for the "maress".

They're for you, girl.

Good, aren't they, girl?

"It’s the bone...

"of an aminal...

"an animal."

There.

"Something like a champion."

Are you sure, Sahib?

I read better with pictures.

"No, Luckily,

"it's the bone of an animal, something like a chamois."

Can you see anything? From time to time,

you see young males in the firns.

Well? Tell me what you see.

What can you see?

Tom, you'll end up

missing your train.

Tom?

Well?

Goodbye anyway!

What's going on?

What the hell...

What the hell is this?

My hat!

What the hell is this?

My fucking doors!

Bloody hell!

I'm at Headless Rock, near the waterfall.

I'm serious. Hurry up, I'm hanging.

Yes, hanging! In my car!

What's that damn nag doing?

If you're not happy, call Renault Assistance!

I’ll show you!

- Don't piss me off. - Gently!

Gee up!

Go on, grab one!

I've got one!

Quick, put it in the bag.

Put it in the bag!

What's that noise?

I heard nothing.

They greased it with hay again.

Don't move. Stay there, okay.

You’ll pay for them. With your own money.

No chicken thieves in my family.

We’ll have the cops back here.

With the chopper?

No, the others,

the ones with a van.

In a freezer, to boot.

I put the cops in the freezer?

That's enough. I meant the chickens,

you little bugger.

With the feathers on!

That way they didn't feel too cold.

They fell asleep peacefully...

like Mum.

How do you mean?

Mum had feathers in her down jacket too,

the one in the photo.

Look.

She didn't feel any pain when she fell asleep.

You said so yourself.

Your mum didn't fall asleep.

She did. And so did the chickens.

Look.

4 PM - Still lively. Then stop eating.

5:30 PM - Fall asleep. 6 PM - Not moving.

Looks like we've got our work cut out!

Come on. Look...

You can see her pubes.

The rascals...

See, it's all from the plane.

That's the Malabar Princess?

My cousin Gérard found it up there.

Lower the screen.

Come and sit down.

Interested?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Ready?

Action!

The Malabar Princess vanished on November 3, 1950.

As it made its descent to Geneva,

the Air lndia jet vanished in a storm.

It took three days to locate the plane

that had crashed 300 metres below the Mont-Blanc summit.

Only five brave local guides

were able to reach it.

Here they are among the wreckage.

Death was in the mountains.

Some mountaineers were attempting to recover

the victims' remains

when tragedy struck again.

The group's leader, René Payot,

heroically lost his life in a sudden avalanche.

The search was officially called off

and the passengers

vanished under the snow.

The guide was buried with full honours in Chamonix.

That's me at the back. See me?

Put the lights back on.

Is all that true?

How would I have got all this if it wasn't?

My uncle went up there after the accident.

A real hero, he was.

He always told me that bits of the plane were intact.

But those idiots waited too long.

The snow covered everything.

Put that down!

It had all vanished by spring.

Here, look...

The plans of the Malabar.

The bits in red are all the parts that have been found.

And this is the hold.

Any treasure has to be in there.

There has to be treasure up there.

An armoured security van was waiting for it in Geneva.

It's still waiting.

All the booty's up there,

in the ice. In deep freeze! All of it.

Ingots, jewels, stuff belonging to majara...

Happens to me too.

There's a fortune there.

So that's why you search.

That's one reason.

Hurry and grow up, you can look with me.

What about me?

Keep quiet. Not a word to Gaspard or your dad.

I hear he's coming for Christmas?

Answer when I mention your dad.

Useless. Everything's tiny.

You've got them the wrong way round.

It's all hazy. You can't see a thing.

A telescope’s better.

No, a telescope’s for stargazing!

This one's for everything.

- Have you seen the price? - You can pay in three instalments.

No! In one. It's for right now, for Christmas.

It's the binoculars or nothing, all right?

He forgot his grammar book.

It can help him a lot.

His father can see to that.

They're down in the valley.

And this is for you.

I'm not much of a reader...

It's on children. It explains things.

We’ll see.

Okay?

Can you help Tom's teacher with her bags?

The Paris train!

- For me? - No.

You're the "sweet teacher"?

Merry Christmas.

- We'll be in the bar. - Coming.

Did you ask him?

I haven't dared.

Come on.

Good idea, that thing there. The telescope.

A good idea.

Another surprise. We're going to Disneyland.

What? What did I say?

It's just...

I promised Benoît I'd see the living crib.

He's one of the wide men.

A kid in a red bedspread is better than Disneyland?

You think that?

It's not that.

We have to train for the bobsleigh final too.

It's his first Christmas in the mountains.

He wants to see the living crib.

And the final too.

In grammar?

You haven't made much progress.

We work though.

Tintin in Tibet every evening. I know it by heart.

The six times table too.

Dead easy. Six fives are...

Thirty, Tom.

I'm in the way.

You'd rather stay here?

Thank you, Pierre.

It’ll be my first Christmas since...

It’ll be our first Christmas.

There, nice and easy.

That's good, my boy.

Don't let her move too fast.

Listen...

You hear it purring?

Your dad's train's different.

Here, you can count the sleepers.

It's a blast.

Wicked, as you say.

Trains are great at night.

It's the perfect night for Santa.

That's what I’ll be.

A train-driver?

Santa Claus.

Who's that lady there?

That's Mary, the Holy Virgin.

Your dad never told you?

She's beautiful in any case.

She's a beautiful woman... and she's good...

Well, she's good, like.

You know her?

No, not very well.

But that's what they say.

Who's that baby in her arms?

That's Jesus!

He was born on Christmas Day, over 2,000 years ago.

They do a crib for that.

It's his birthday?

What?

- It's his birthday? - Yes.

But don't blow out the candles.

That's not much of a birthday.

What are those plaques for?

PeopIe ask the Virgin to help them,

to make a miracle happen.

So they give a coin for a candle,

say prayers and put up plaques like those.

They're votive plaques.

And do they work?

I suppose so,

seeing how many there are.

Did you try one, for Mum?

Stupid...

"The maternal grandfather

"is in the same genetic relationship with the mother as his grandson

"which explains emotional dead-ends

"and somatic conflicts...'

Good job it explains things!

Know who wrote this? Françoise Dolto.

Her son's Carlos, the guy who sings in the soda ads.

Your mum played with that for hours.

It annoyed your grandmother!

Is she dead?

Your gran, yes.

Heck, we’ll be late. Hand me the towel!

Hurry.

What? Never seen your dad naked?

He's wrong. Be open with children, the book says.

It's not pretty with the pubes.

Am I pretty like this?

It’s real feeling.

I wanna be like you.

Enough laughing, time to slide.

Watch out, my boy!

It's an old crate.

You’ll see if it's a crate.

Let's go.

Put your goggles on, push off and hop in.

Ready? Let's bob!

Go for it!

Oh, fuck!

Bloody hell!

Mind the dogs!

Bloody maniac!

That's Robert!

Gangway!

We're through!

Let her go!

Brake!

Let her go!

Round the bend! Brake!

Make your mind up!

Brake!

Let's go! Off again!

Move it, damn it!

- Are you sure... - Yes, go!

We're falling back. Move it! Go!

Watch out, girls!

- Jesus! - Gold medal!

4'40".

It's no fun growing old. I'm losing my touch.

20 years ago, I could do it in 3'50".

I’ll work on the trajectory.

I need to be one with the machine.

We didn't have a good glide.

You brake pretty well though.

Fancy a go?

It's technical...

I'd need to see papers

for the machine

and the man!

One more for the road.

I’ll need the fuel out there.

Get your engine serviced.

You consume as much as your snowplough.

What're you reading?

Something problematic.

It's technical.

Technical, this?

Edouard and Odette Bled...

Two of them to write this? What a poncy effort!

Prix de l'Académie too!

I shouId have done that.

The "Robert Duportreau".

No, just the "Robert".

Too late! The "Robert"

is a dictionary.

Write a boozer's guide.

That might work.

They're forecasting that much? Okay.

I'm on my way.

There's a big snowfall on its way.

I have to do the points.

No funny business, you two.

Don't be too long. I'm no baby-sitter!

There's "poncho" and "pond'

but not "ponce".

Is it a sexual queer?

You don't say sexual queer.

You say...

You're pissing me off with your questions.

That bird teaches you that?

You said Dad was a ponce.

He isn't a sexual queer.

You don't say... I didn't say that...

He's no Ben Hur in any case.

Didn't your dad stay for Christmas?

He'll leave you here for good, believe me.

Your son had a woman?

He didn't want the trouble.

He was the ponce, then!

Stop it!

Fucking hell!

You smashed my glasses!

Just you wait, I’ll give you a real hiding!

Shit!

Where is the shit?

Have you seen the kid?

Have I seen him?

What have you done now? Where is he?

The Princess...

He ran off.

He's as much trouble as his dad.

You're as dumb as a crampon!

Get lost, dickhead!

What's this?

Piss off!

Tom!

I don't believe it.

There you are...

Don't scare me like that.

Shine a light.

Bloody hell!

I never come in here anymore.

They're her things. Your mum's things.

I need some more wood.

I’ll get it for you.

Hurry up, it's cold.

What's this?

The Malabar Princess's altimeter.

- A meter? - It says where you are in the sky.

Look, it's jammed at 15,600 feet.

Your mum found it up there.

CouId we get a new one to find Mum?

You can't do that.

You know how much the glacier moves.

- 250 yards a year. - You see!

So in five years...

Crevasses open, others close.

Your mum's shut away up there like...

like in a cemetery.

Will we find the pieces one day?

Probably not.

She must have fallen into a very deep crevasse.

So the body has been eaten up

and crushed by the ice.

And then it becomes like... like dust.

Robert found a foot.

It's probably the foot of an Indian passenger.

You see, when the accident happened, they all died up there

and then their bodies slipped into the crevasses.

And then?

Like I told you, the glacier moves.

It crushed the bodies, chopped them up.

There, that's all.

What about Mum?

When she fell in the crevasse, was she alive?

Yes, of course!

Well, I think so.

And it chopped her up whiIe she was alive?

Good Lord, no!

Probably not.

Well, in any case,

she's inside the glacier now.

But her mind, her heart and her soul

are up there in heaven.

So it cut her up.

Well, not necessarily...

Mountaineers have been found whole, intact, a long time after.

Let's stop all this now.

The main thing is she's still alive, there...

In your mind.

It's complicated.

You said it!

Very complicated, in fact.

Wicked!

You can't stay here. Off you go, move along!

Oh, it's you! What do you want now?

We're studying mountain rescue.

Can we ask you some questions?

You picked the right time. See that? TV was here.

We've been at school all day.

An avalanche. Five reckless skiers.

Two of them dead. In the bags.

In the bags? Real dead people?

What do you think? Suffocated, then frozen.

- In bits or whole? - Whole.

Can we see?

- Are you crazy? - We're not scared.

Impossible.

And going up with the pilot, is that possible?

For a rescue?

You're too much.

Know what an hour's flight costs?

2,000 euros!

See what's in your piggybank.

Hey, Sonny, let's go!

Don't stay here. Off you go.

Let's go.

All clear.

It's all cold.

His watch is ticking.

Maybe he's not totally dead inside?

He has his hands but must've crushed his fingers.

The nails are all blue!

It can't be much fun being dead.

Careful with that.

The Malabar Princess's pilot was called...

He was Indian and didn't know where he was.

Being from India, he lost his way here.

He rammed into the bloody mountain...

Tom...

This is part of the engine.

There, that's all.

Well done, Tom, very good.

Full of life, so to speak.

Dictation tomorrow morning.

No complaining!

Miss...

For Saint Valentine’s Day.

Thank you, Tom.

Good job you're here.

This pipe isn't from the plane, it's from the garage.

It's from the plane.

The name's on it.

Robert found it on the glacier. Now it's mine.

Quick, get in. Marilyne's foaling.

I'm getting a little brother!

It's terrible, Thomas.

I couldn’t stop the haemorrhage.

I saved the foal but not the mother.

When Marilyne’s past it,

you call "Robert Assistance".

Come with me.

I feel like crying.

So do I.

Let's call him "Malabar".

- Who's his father? - No idea.

Is he missing?

No. For these big animals...

a man comes here, an artificial inseminator.

He has sperm straws. Frozen. Like ice dust.

Like the dust of those missing?

No, Tom, forget that now.

They're dust! You said so yourself!

No, no. Let's say they're like seeds

to be put in the mare's belly.

The inseminator brings them.

He reaches into the backsi... well, the mare's belly...

That's complicated too.

Then, with a pipette,

he sends the straws down a long tunnel

where they nest and make a foal in 11 months.

He's had enough. That’ll do.

A burp and time for bed.

You too, big boy.

Let her go!

Brake!

There's treasure up there.

Mum?

Is it you?

No, Mum! Wait for me!

Are you there?

Don't go!

Mum!

What time is it?

This precious ring belongs to my mother who's missing.

I know it's worth a lot

but never mind.

Benoît says you're in the sky

and that way you can see everything.

If you see my mother...

and she's still alive,

tell her that I'm here.

Otherwise, I’ll need a chopper.

This is a votive plaque.

Don't look too closely at the spelling.

A hellycopta for my mother

It'll last forever. It's Swiss.

It just needs cleaning occasionally.

While I'm here...

Can you mend this? It's cheap junk but...

Junk?

It's a fine, antique piece.

- It is? - Not European though.

Look here, these are rubies.

It's worth a fortune.

Someone loves you very much.

A real prince...

He may have two or three wives already.

He's just a little prince.

We'll need helmets, flashlights, ropes, pickaxes...

Food too. It's a hard climb.

- Off on an expedition? - Up the Mont-Blanc.

A roped party of Smurfs in the snow, I can't wait!

All set?

Ready?

Go and play Tarzan.

I want a word.

It wasn't me.

Feeling guilty? What is this?

It was Mum's.

- You don't like it? - I do.

But I can't accept it.

Keep it for your wife.

I won't marry.

They all say that.

Come here.

Go!

For 80,000 euros,

the cable that runs above a railway track

is called a catheter,

a catenary, a capillary

or a coleopteran?

Why don't they ever pick us?

We've applied for years!

Move it!

The washing machine's playing up.

A coleopteran's a bird...

What a dope!

Blockhead!

Dope!

The train!

They've stolen the train!

There's a path at the end of the line,

then the glacier.

Why won't it stop?

What's up?

Wait!

You've bust my nose!

Sit down and hold your head back.

- The crampons! - Crikey...

The crampons, in my ass!

My nose...

Well?

They took Marie.

It's higher than from down there.

Ready?

You go. I'm bleeding.

Ice is what you need to stop it bleeding.

And the glacier’s just there. Let's go.

1, 2, 3...

Shit! This thing never works.

What's that?

Train 2, can you hear me?

It's Gaston! Quick, let's go!

Gaston to Gaspard!

Answer me!

Damn it, do you hear me?

Answer me!

Gaspard here. What's up? You won the million?

It's serious. Someone stole Marie.

Seen her?

Why'd she be up here?

Holy roosters!

Get down!

Gaston, she's on her way down.

She's empty. A ghost train!

I'm coming up on foot with the others.

Full steam ahead!

Stop!

Bastards!

Cut the power

or she'll wreck the station!

- What's up? - The train stopped on its own!

Killers!

Quick, run!

Bastards!

- Gaston to Odette. - What now?

They were gnomes!

Are you in bed?

Where eIse?

And the power?

Screw your toaster on wheels!

Thanks a lot...

We'd like to sell a valuable jewel.

Really?

2,000 euros.

Indeed...

That's what a chopper...

Well, let me see it.

How did you get it?

It's his mum's, she's dead.

She's missing.

- Are you allowed to sell it? - It's mine.

Leave it with me, I have to check something.

The price of rubies per pound.

He's interested, you can tell.

Hello... Valentine Pasquier?

Georges Mugnier speaking.

Trouble...

There are two boys here with that bracelet...

Well, if it's his, it's my mistake.

They've r... r...

run off.

Uncle! Come on...

Uncle!

You're back, are you?

He'd like to apologize

for your glasses.

Well?

I apologize.

What now?

He'd like to see the film again.

Treasure...

You either don't care or it haunts you.

Tom!

I looked all over for you. What's all this about a jewel?

Where's the bracelet?

Come on, we’ll talk about this at the station.

Lightning must've struck you.

And pretty hard too.

I never asked them here. They wanted to see the film.

- You didn't show it to them? - Why not?

Local history's interesting.

- But Your Lordship... - Local history?

The history of your crap obsession!

Didn't you piss your son off enough with it?

You're sick, with your jars and your dynamite!

Just leave the kid alone, okay.

I don't want to see him here again.

Got that? Never again!

You're the last living Alpine cretin!

A cretin, that's what you are!

A chopper's more technical than a train.

My brother has a Play Station.

We can practice on it, like Bin Laden.

And see what he did!

Fuck, it's freezing!

It's too big.

There are crevasses everywhere.

Watch your side to try to see something.

Look.

It's like a crushed meringue.

Was the film like that?

It's not like in the film.

These two were dropped on their heads as babies!

You're nuts!

No! Not my ear!

Not my hair!

You could have died!

Not my ear!

Two young males.

Aged nine...

and thirteen.

I’ll keep them on the back burner for the night.

Come and pick them up at dawn.

"When the mountain turns white."

Take a good look, tough guys. But don't touch.

It's not a cemetery, it's a sanctuary.

This is paradise. The white paradise.

I have the Malabar Princess and her Indians.

And mountaineers too, all over the pIace.

I have your mother too.

She isn't missing.

She's over there...

I knew your mother well.

A pretty woman, a lovely body and a sharp mind.

Forget the body, the mind's what matters.

And it's there!

Vega, Betelgeuse...

Magnificent!

You're close to the sky?

Yeah, really close!

Look at the stars.

Each human that's left us has his or her star.

Some shine brighter than others.

Sophie's star shines brightly in the firmament.

In firmament, there's "ma".

Look, she winked at you.

My feet are freezing.

You're a poet, you are.

Okay, time for some shut-eye. Lights out.

The cops are coming for you at six.

You liked the ride up? You'll love the ride down.

Are you asleep?

- Let's go before he wakes. - Go where?

To look.

- There's nothing, he said. - There is.

My mum's in there.

Look where the glacier is!

We’ll open it up.

Like your uncle.

What's that?

Bloody hell!

Who is it?

When Grandpa called me earlier,

I realized I had to talk to you to end the nightmare.

Are you tired?

I Iisten better...

with my eyes closed.

You were tiny.

You can't remember.

One day, with your mum, we went to find the plane.

Grandpa didn't know.

Or that Robert was waiting with his son, Gérard.

to drive us to the glacier.

I won't wait another 50 years.

If you're sure it's the fuselage of the Malabar Princess,

cut it up into pieces and go over it.

We had a load of gear.

Half his garage. A winch, a blowtorch, the works.

He knew the exact position.

He'd plotted it by satellite.

Stay up here.

You'll be our hoist.

I'd prefer that.

See you later.

I watched her vanish...

into her grave.

And I just stayed there waiting for orders.

Inside the hole. 90 feet down.

one section was intact.

He won't believe this!

Get to work.

I've found a case.

Over to you.

Haul it up!

Don't throw stuff around.

We're not looking for saris!

Hand them to me.

Pierre, start sorting the bags.

There's a door. Hand me the blowtorch.

There was nothing much in the bags.

Then. at the bottom of one,

I found a handbag full of jewels.

Fuck...

Fuck! A corpse!

Shit...

He never mentioned this.

An Indian. Deep-frozen...

Gérard, don't touch that!

- Let's go! - You're crazy.

He’ll kill me if we go now.

There are gold ingots in there.

This is the police’s job, not ours.

He doesn't look his age. Travel keeps you young.

I've warned you. Pierre, belay me!

Sophie!

Can you hear me?

Fucking hell! How do I get down?

Can you hear me?

Without you, I'd have let myself die up there too.

I lied to protect you and your grandfather.

I didn't want your mum to look like a looter.

Living with the secret was so hard.

You think time

will gradually erase everything.

And the opposite happens. The past returns.

I should’ve told you this long ago.

But you were so tiny. I was too afraid to tell you.

In fact, I've been a coward.

Are you mad at me?

Here, maybe.

I can't really say.

The glacier’s moving all the time.

No, Tom!

Give her the bracelet.

The police. What've you done?

I think the helicopter ride's free today.