Patrik Pacard (1984) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
Patrik Pacard Decision in the Fjord (Ep.
6) Not bad, this escape of yours.
With the help of his friend Shafti, Patrik managed to escape.
He was temporarily safe at a drilling station.
Peter Pacard comes up with the desperate decision to free his son.
Kharkov had notified the Bakush of Peter's plan.
An Arab on a yellow motorbike will at some point show up somewhere, in order to bring him his son.
Mr.
Harvey gave Peter Pacard a tracking device to take along.
An American spy plane spots the location of father and son.
Patrik risks going blind, because he was accidentally struck in the eye by the laser beam when the formula was encoded.
Patrik's rescue will therefore also be a race for the boy's eyesight.
Are we there? Get out.
That feels good.
- Down, down, down.
Come on, come on.
You're getting fresh clothes.
There's a phone.
- And? And? - My parents! No, it's surely bugged.
- No, it's bugproof.
Here, keep dialing.
I've sent our young friend Patrik a letter.
Ibrahim appears very cooperative.
- Well you see, Comrade.
Give a man his freedom and he will repay you with cooperation.
But Mr.
Harvey - It's good that no one is listening.
Ibrahim is a moralist.
He wants and needs to atone for his mistake with Mrs.
Pacard.
I discussed with the boy, the way in which he and his father can leave the country.
The doctor will help them.
Kharkov, you are a philanthropist.
But I too have discretely made arrangements.
Then probably we're both assuming that the boy still has the formula.
Does he? I hope so.
Patrik won't want to flee without Giovanna Castelli, I would think.
Unfortunately, I have no new information from that strange camp.
Unfortunately.
I am not entirely comfortable with the idea, that such a close confidant of Professor GunstrÃm is in Prince Ali's hands.
Until now, Patrik was markedly good with the header.
Until they are out of the country, we should cover their backs, as well as possible.
How is your son? - Oh He has signed a professional contract.
And how is your daughter? - Thanks, she's doing well.
By the way you may call me Grandpa.
Kharkov.
Kharkov, we must bring this matter to an end.
Something has been leaked to the American grain farmers.
My firm is putting me under tremendous pressure.
And my General Secretary threatens me personally with the Order of Lenin.
My country is so programmed to my success.
A perilous situation for you, my friend.
But maybe one day we'll sit together in a Jeep and pass by hundreds of miles of American wheat fields.
Or your impoverished farmers will be with us as guest workers in Siberia helping with the harvest.
Am I disturbing you, Professor? - Mr.
Okland, I'm disturbed that I don't know why you're interfering.
I'm worried about you.
- Why? I'm using other toothpaste now.
I don't understand your formulae anyway.
- Then we both have a problem.
You didn't pay attention in school and I can't explain, how that grows up there at 1400 meters elevation.
This is an unbelievable scientific challenge.
Who planted the tomatoes up there? Don't you remember? They're keeping your father in Ali's palace.
There are two guards with him.
The moment has come.
Ride.
What's this about? Here comes a motorcycle.
Has your father gone insane? He's getting on the motorbike! Patrik, do you hear? He's riding away on it! Tell me, what does this all mean? What did your father do? - Shots! I heard shots! Those were the voiceless.
- What did you say? That was one of the voiceless! - One of the voiceless? The Bakush! No, they don't come as far as the city.
- It was one of them for sure! Peter Pacard is on his way to his son.
Peter Pacard is on his way to his son.
Patrik! Dad! Now we'll soon have it.
This is a fine fellow, who'll get us out of here, only he doesn't speak a single word.
- He can't without a tongue.
He's a Bakush.
- What? Thank you.
Hold on tight! Okay? - Yes.
My honorable young servant dared to help Patrik escape.
He has abused the trust of his master.
Such a violation of the law deserves punishment.
Dr.
Achmed, who has the highest respect of my people, is now enforcing the verdict.
A small operation.
- You're a barbarian! This boy is still a child.
- We're not barbarians, Giovanna Castelli! Please, don't allow your tongue to be cut out on account of an infidel? Please speak! - No, no.
You see, he wants to protect Patrik.
You're correct, Your Highness.
The boy will never betray his friend.
Dr.
Achmed.
Carry out your duty.
- But you don't need Patrik, Your Highness.
We have the formula here.
- Aha, so you have the formula? Yes, Your Highness.
Now you both will die.
Guard! Come quickly! - Where? You too, come on! This way! How do we get out of here? Do you have any idea? I have no intention of saving your life, Mr.
Dimitri.
Come on, I'll take you into the dark.
- Dad, my eyes are burning! Well, better? Come here.
Open your mouth.
Is that good? It comes right back again, Dad.
It's so blinding.
Come here.
Perhaps this will help a bit.
That certainly cools.
Dad So, take another sip.
Don't worry, Mrs.
Pacard.
We'll get Patrik and your husband out of there.
Are they safe yet? - Right now they're in the middle of the desert.
I can even tell you down to the last meter where they're being held.
I gave your husband a transmitter, that several of our navy aircraft are tracking continuously.
Of course my friend Kharkov doesn't know that.
I wish it were already over.
So, now they know where we are.
Come on, we must keep going.
And what will become of Giovanna? - Thank you.
Where to? - To the airport! I'm so delighted for our friends, that they brought Ibrahim safely to Prince Ali, so concerned was I with the thought that Patrik moved with his precious feet over such a revolutionary playing field.
Oh, russian matches.
The game has only just begun.
Maybe I'm in a better position at the moment, as you would say.
But perhaps Ali has already won.
New information is very sketchy.
Honestly, we're saving the lives of two poor devils, that our company normally would have long since let fall, because they're of no interest to us.
- Wrong! You show yourself to be a sympathetic character, Grandfather.
Let's continue to look at it as a friendly match, coach.
Yes, but only as long as it takes till they're all back home.
Okay? Good.
This radio message just came for us.
Do you know Russian? Sure.
But this is for you, Kharkov.
Dr.
Achmed has done it.
Oh yeah? That's the airplane.
Damn! That's ruined our plans.
We're too late.
At least Patrik is no longer in danger.
With Patrik goes the promise of paradise, and the formula as well.
The misfortune which has struck my people is far greater than yours, Mr.
Dimitri.
You've lost a million dollars, we've lost the formula.
And with it the hope for a better future.
If it's the will of Allah.
The boy stays here.
- Dr.
Castelli! Dimitri is flying out; he's following the boy.
Ibrahim should expect him in Munich.
Cheers.
- Good health.
Harvey, my friend how did your airplane find Patrik and his father faster than my people? Yes, yes.
Now I can tell you, Comrade.
Thank you.
I had Mr.
Pacard take along a small tracking device.
And how's the boy? - Oh, good, good.
In two hours he'll land in Munich.
And be transported directly to an eye clinic.
That's good, Harvey.
That's very good.
Hopefully it isn't too late.
Comrade, you're getting old.
You've still not mentioned losing the formula, whether he still has it or not.
You haven't either.
Does he still have it? Patrik! - Mom.
Katrin, it will surely go well.
Head up.
So, he can lie down again.
Ricky? Oh, Mom I've brought you something.
You'll be able to see it soon.
Thanks.
But only if the bandage is removed from the healthy eye.
Incidentally, I'm here too.
- Well, Dad? Well, how are you? There was a time when I had this splinter in my eye, do you remember? Back in Hamburg, huh? - Patrik! Hamburg.
I wasn't allowed on the drilling rig for 6 weeks.
You must have a bit of patience.
- Have you heard anything from Giovanna? No.
- Unfortunately.
And from Mr.
Harvey? Or Mr.
Kharkov? - Nothing.
Nothing from Dimitri either.
Prince Ali's no longer around.
He was assassinated.
What? And my friend Shafti? He's safe.
That we know for sure.
Who's there? Patrik, don't shout, please.
It's me, Kharkov.
Are you going to scream? I'll ask you a question now.
- I know exactly what it will be.
Please answer me honestly.
Nothing will happen to you.
I like you, boy.
I don't have the formula anymore.
Prince Ali got it.
It hurt quite a lot.
- Ali is dead.
I know.
Then the formula died with him.
Comrade - He no longer has the formula.
Possibly it was taken to the grave with Ali.
Possibly.
Find Giovanna.
Please! - We can't promise, Patrik.
Props! You did it, huh? Do you have something to sell me? - How is Patrick? His eyesight could be saved, but it was a close call.
Fine.
You won this time.
My accolades.
For what? Kharkov could leave the country unmolested and my million stayed in the desert.
At the oasis, with Prince Ali.
Goodbye.
I don't have the formula.
- Where is Dr.
Castelli? Why are you asking me? Why did you congratulate me anyway? Don't forget, your country was spared at least $1 million.
There! Thank you! I'll be all whacky, if I don't get this eye patch off soon.
Tomorrow morning at the clinic.
- I think we should go to the big table.
Greetings, Patrik.
- Giovanna! Hi, Mrs.
Pacard.
- Greetings.
Where were you roaming about? You could have quietly called.
Dimitri knew how to prevent that, shrewdly as always.
By the way, Shafti is now safe with Dr.
Achmed.
Where is Dimitri now? - Haven't you read a newspaper? No.
- He's dead.
One assumes act of vengeance.
Somehow I liked Dimitri.
Yes, I did too.
It's a man of genius who could or would not make his choice for the good.
Giovanna was deeply shocked over Dimitri's death.
I noticed that too.
- So, feet off the table! You're an ingenious young guy.
- That was the night nurse.
Because I'm always getting scratched up, they spread a salve on me and put a patch over it.
I left it on, although it continued to itch.
The matter is still too dangerous for me.
- But nobody knows anything.
Except the three of us.
- Fabulous.
The East and the West have outwitted one other and now Stop it children.
Patrik can't see properly anymore and they continue to scheme Nooo! I'll only be happy, when Patrik is healthy and back in school.
Do you see better? When I look at the fire, it's still a bit blinding.
Who actually owns this formula? - All people who are hungry.
Correct.
But above all probably the discoveror, Professor GunstrÃm, right? Never again will I go to this fjord.
Much too dangerous.
Mom! - Too dangerous.
Ah it's itching again! And the relaxation would also not be bad for my eyes.
Helicopter on channel 64, please come in.
You're the greatest, man! How happy we are! All of us here! I brought cigars, Dad never thinks of them! - The knife, that I gave you, do you still have it? Or is it in the desert? - No, of course not! Hello! Oh thanks! - Hi! At first I couldn't make any sense of your call, then I understood it.
The doctor and the fabulous technology on board make it possible.
The quicker the better.
- Got it.
This is a laser to which I have attached a chip-reader.
Is that necessary? - Actually, it must be used.
I stole the devices from our computer expert.
That can't be true.
- Borrowed.
Peter, sometimes you really consider us terribly stupid.
Well, does it tickle? So, done.
That was it, my dear, but you'll always have the chip under your foot.
Well, as a souvenir.
- We could cut it out.
Yes, yes, I know that.
But don't let on about that, Doctor.
- I promise.
We're not snitches.
Now you have the formula in black and white, don't lose it! Exactly what I didn't want, the formula's still under your foot.
The excision would be a bloody matter! I'd like to enjoy my vacation too, and not just limp around.
- He's right about that.
If the professor gets the formula back and submits it to the World Food Conference in Rome, then no one will care about us anymore.
Oh, that would be nice! Harry, take care.
- Harry, thank you.
Look after your men! Now, come on! Professor! Do you remember? It's me, Patrik.
Patrik? - Yes.
I didn't recognize you at all.
- Probably because of the glasses.
Are you alright, Professor? - Yes, thank you.
I've brought you someth - Before you tell me of your experiences, I want to welcome your parents.
- I'm sure my mother will be delighted.
Patrik.
Hello, Professor.
- Hello.
Welcome to the fjord.
- Thank you.
Actually, I didn't want to return.
- Why not? It's nice here.
And the salmon are jumping right now.
So here we go again? I knew it.
No, Mr.
Okland's just my minder.
Because of him, I have new toothpaste.
I would like to show you something great.
- Okay.
But I don't know exactly where the place is.
- If Mr.
Okland leaves us alone.
Would you mind? - No, not really.
We'll deal with your minder.
- Well, thank you.
Come on, Patrik.
We're attempting to do everything so that the professor can regain his memory.
Your son could help us do that.
Yes, how do you envision that? - Patrik needs his rest, in order to forget everything as quickly as possible.
Why did you come back here? - I was against it! You know, Patrick certainly still hasn't digested his experiences.
He's only pretending so.
And if he now has a good time here in this fjord, it will do him good.
Well, I hope so.
GunstrÃm trusts your son.
He likes him.
Unfortunately, he's starting to remember only with difficulty and in fragments.
Even about his fields up high in the mountains.
Oh, I still wanted to ask you why you made a stopover on your drilling platform, before you came back here? - In order to visit my work colleagues.
Do you know how long I've already skipped work? - You see the interrogation is continuing on again.
Tell me where are you dragging me anyway? I'm trying to find a particular spot on the mountain again.
Yes, but this path and that waterfall I'm familiar with.
Yes? - Yes.
Keep going! It doesn't surprise me to meet you here, Mr.
Harvey.
Mr.
Pacard, I suspected that your son still had the formula.
Oh, you don't say! - What else did Dimitri want in Munich? Please.
Leave Patrik alone.
You're too late.
Final whistle.
No extra time? This is an unlawful intervention in our sovereignty.
Protest, but don't be annoying! For me there's too much at stake.
For me, too.
I've seen this before.
- Great, right? Oranges, bananas, pineapples, tomatoes Oranges, bananas Pineapple - Just how is this possible? This is completely crazy.
And this! Yes, but it's completely fine.
Professor? If the wheat thrives in the snow, can you also plant it in the desert? - It's theoretically possible, but it will remain a beautiful dream.
- Dream? Has someone here not circumvented nature? Someone must have done it? You're right, yes.
Someone did it.
They told me that you were up here very often.
Yes.
Who, besides yourself, would have planted this up here on the plateau? You mean me? - Yes, Professor.
You! It's your work.
Isn't that great? Yes, that's great, as one says in your language.
That is a scientific miracle.
And if I was the one, then, out of 34 million combinations of the DNA sequence, I have With your formula all people could be well fed.
Here it is! I've saved it for you.
C, CH, OH, HC, HC, HC, O Yes.
This is my formula.
Patrik, I must tell you something.
Whether you believe me or not, and I'd rather you believe me, because we're friends.
Now, at this point, I know that was a mistake.
Oh, what I'm calling a mistake, that would have been a catastrophe! Worse than all the atom bombs! How so? Patrik, there is enough food.
There is even a surplus in production.
But why then do thousands of people starve every day? Because this food is wrongly distributed.
- By whom? By the rich.
They will never willingly give up the benefits of their monopoly and supremacy.
And the hungry, the poor, they can never make the enzyme, to which this formula leads.
They have neither the means or the money.
Then it isn't all that great.
- No, Patrik.
This is really not so great.
Who knows this formula besides yourself? - No one, that's certain.
Professor, you may not do that! Now the people have to continue starving.
-No Patrik, there are yet other ways to fight against hunger.
Reason Tolerance that was the wrong way.
Sometimes I'm almost thankful for Dimitri, that he I know.
He wiped out my mind, but also made me free so that I can think realistically again.
I stayed down there in the fjord for 3 years like an idiot, because of this formula! And that was wrong.
I'm deeply in your debt, Patrik.
Ouch! Ouch! - What are you doing there? I stepped in something there.
And it could have become infected.
You just figured that out here? - It's no longer so important.
Captions: VICOMEDIA 09/2004 translation to English by SmartyBoy
6) Not bad, this escape of yours.
With the help of his friend Shafti, Patrik managed to escape.
He was temporarily safe at a drilling station.
Peter Pacard comes up with the desperate decision to free his son.
Kharkov had notified the Bakush of Peter's plan.
An Arab on a yellow motorbike will at some point show up somewhere, in order to bring him his son.
Mr.
Harvey gave Peter Pacard a tracking device to take along.
An American spy plane spots the location of father and son.
Patrik risks going blind, because he was accidentally struck in the eye by the laser beam when the formula was encoded.
Patrik's rescue will therefore also be a race for the boy's eyesight.
Are we there? Get out.
That feels good.
- Down, down, down.
Come on, come on.
You're getting fresh clothes.
There's a phone.
- And? And? - My parents! No, it's surely bugged.
- No, it's bugproof.
Here, keep dialing.
I've sent our young friend Patrik a letter.
Ibrahim appears very cooperative.
- Well you see, Comrade.
Give a man his freedom and he will repay you with cooperation.
But Mr.
Harvey - It's good that no one is listening.
Ibrahim is a moralist.
He wants and needs to atone for his mistake with Mrs.
Pacard.
I discussed with the boy, the way in which he and his father can leave the country.
The doctor will help them.
Kharkov, you are a philanthropist.
But I too have discretely made arrangements.
Then probably we're both assuming that the boy still has the formula.
Does he? I hope so.
Patrik won't want to flee without Giovanna Castelli, I would think.
Unfortunately, I have no new information from that strange camp.
Unfortunately.
I am not entirely comfortable with the idea, that such a close confidant of Professor GunstrÃm is in Prince Ali's hands.
Until now, Patrik was markedly good with the header.
Until they are out of the country, we should cover their backs, as well as possible.
How is your son? - Oh He has signed a professional contract.
And how is your daughter? - Thanks, she's doing well.
By the way you may call me Grandpa.
Kharkov.
Kharkov, we must bring this matter to an end.
Something has been leaked to the American grain farmers.
My firm is putting me under tremendous pressure.
And my General Secretary threatens me personally with the Order of Lenin.
My country is so programmed to my success.
A perilous situation for you, my friend.
But maybe one day we'll sit together in a Jeep and pass by hundreds of miles of American wheat fields.
Or your impoverished farmers will be with us as guest workers in Siberia helping with the harvest.
Am I disturbing you, Professor? - Mr.
Okland, I'm disturbed that I don't know why you're interfering.
I'm worried about you.
- Why? I'm using other toothpaste now.
I don't understand your formulae anyway.
- Then we both have a problem.
You didn't pay attention in school and I can't explain, how that grows up there at 1400 meters elevation.
This is an unbelievable scientific challenge.
Who planted the tomatoes up there? Don't you remember? They're keeping your father in Ali's palace.
There are two guards with him.
The moment has come.
Ride.
What's this about? Here comes a motorcycle.
Has your father gone insane? He's getting on the motorbike! Patrik, do you hear? He's riding away on it! Tell me, what does this all mean? What did your father do? - Shots! I heard shots! Those were the voiceless.
- What did you say? That was one of the voiceless! - One of the voiceless? The Bakush! No, they don't come as far as the city.
- It was one of them for sure! Peter Pacard is on his way to his son.
Peter Pacard is on his way to his son.
Patrik! Dad! Now we'll soon have it.
This is a fine fellow, who'll get us out of here, only he doesn't speak a single word.
- He can't without a tongue.
He's a Bakush.
- What? Thank you.
Hold on tight! Okay? - Yes.
My honorable young servant dared to help Patrik escape.
He has abused the trust of his master.
Such a violation of the law deserves punishment.
Dr.
Achmed, who has the highest respect of my people, is now enforcing the verdict.
A small operation.
- You're a barbarian! This boy is still a child.
- We're not barbarians, Giovanna Castelli! Please, don't allow your tongue to be cut out on account of an infidel? Please speak! - No, no.
You see, he wants to protect Patrik.
You're correct, Your Highness.
The boy will never betray his friend.
Dr.
Achmed.
Carry out your duty.
- But you don't need Patrik, Your Highness.
We have the formula here.
- Aha, so you have the formula? Yes, Your Highness.
Now you both will die.
Guard! Come quickly! - Where? You too, come on! This way! How do we get out of here? Do you have any idea? I have no intention of saving your life, Mr.
Dimitri.
Come on, I'll take you into the dark.
- Dad, my eyes are burning! Well, better? Come here.
Open your mouth.
Is that good? It comes right back again, Dad.
It's so blinding.
Come here.
Perhaps this will help a bit.
That certainly cools.
Dad So, take another sip.
Don't worry, Mrs.
Pacard.
We'll get Patrik and your husband out of there.
Are they safe yet? - Right now they're in the middle of the desert.
I can even tell you down to the last meter where they're being held.
I gave your husband a transmitter, that several of our navy aircraft are tracking continuously.
Of course my friend Kharkov doesn't know that.
I wish it were already over.
So, now they know where we are.
Come on, we must keep going.
And what will become of Giovanna? - Thank you.
Where to? - To the airport! I'm so delighted for our friends, that they brought Ibrahim safely to Prince Ali, so concerned was I with the thought that Patrik moved with his precious feet over such a revolutionary playing field.
Oh, russian matches.
The game has only just begun.
Maybe I'm in a better position at the moment, as you would say.
But perhaps Ali has already won.
New information is very sketchy.
Honestly, we're saving the lives of two poor devils, that our company normally would have long since let fall, because they're of no interest to us.
- Wrong! You show yourself to be a sympathetic character, Grandfather.
Let's continue to look at it as a friendly match, coach.
Yes, but only as long as it takes till they're all back home.
Okay? Good.
This radio message just came for us.
Do you know Russian? Sure.
But this is for you, Kharkov.
Dr.
Achmed has done it.
Oh yeah? That's the airplane.
Damn! That's ruined our plans.
We're too late.
At least Patrik is no longer in danger.
With Patrik goes the promise of paradise, and the formula as well.
The misfortune which has struck my people is far greater than yours, Mr.
Dimitri.
You've lost a million dollars, we've lost the formula.
And with it the hope for a better future.
If it's the will of Allah.
The boy stays here.
- Dr.
Castelli! Dimitri is flying out; he's following the boy.
Ibrahim should expect him in Munich.
Cheers.
- Good health.
Harvey, my friend how did your airplane find Patrik and his father faster than my people? Yes, yes.
Now I can tell you, Comrade.
Thank you.
I had Mr.
Pacard take along a small tracking device.
And how's the boy? - Oh, good, good.
In two hours he'll land in Munich.
And be transported directly to an eye clinic.
That's good, Harvey.
That's very good.
Hopefully it isn't too late.
Comrade, you're getting old.
You've still not mentioned losing the formula, whether he still has it or not.
You haven't either.
Does he still have it? Patrik! - Mom.
Katrin, it will surely go well.
Head up.
So, he can lie down again.
Ricky? Oh, Mom I've brought you something.
You'll be able to see it soon.
Thanks.
But only if the bandage is removed from the healthy eye.
Incidentally, I'm here too.
- Well, Dad? Well, how are you? There was a time when I had this splinter in my eye, do you remember? Back in Hamburg, huh? - Patrik! Hamburg.
I wasn't allowed on the drilling rig for 6 weeks.
You must have a bit of patience.
- Have you heard anything from Giovanna? No.
- Unfortunately.
And from Mr.
Harvey? Or Mr.
Kharkov? - Nothing.
Nothing from Dimitri either.
Prince Ali's no longer around.
He was assassinated.
What? And my friend Shafti? He's safe.
That we know for sure.
Who's there? Patrik, don't shout, please.
It's me, Kharkov.
Are you going to scream? I'll ask you a question now.
- I know exactly what it will be.
Please answer me honestly.
Nothing will happen to you.
I like you, boy.
I don't have the formula anymore.
Prince Ali got it.
It hurt quite a lot.
- Ali is dead.
I know.
Then the formula died with him.
Comrade - He no longer has the formula.
Possibly it was taken to the grave with Ali.
Possibly.
Find Giovanna.
Please! - We can't promise, Patrik.
Props! You did it, huh? Do you have something to sell me? - How is Patrick? His eyesight could be saved, but it was a close call.
Fine.
You won this time.
My accolades.
For what? Kharkov could leave the country unmolested and my million stayed in the desert.
At the oasis, with Prince Ali.
Goodbye.
I don't have the formula.
- Where is Dr.
Castelli? Why are you asking me? Why did you congratulate me anyway? Don't forget, your country was spared at least $1 million.
There! Thank you! I'll be all whacky, if I don't get this eye patch off soon.
Tomorrow morning at the clinic.
- I think we should go to the big table.
Greetings, Patrik.
- Giovanna! Hi, Mrs.
Pacard.
- Greetings.
Where were you roaming about? You could have quietly called.
Dimitri knew how to prevent that, shrewdly as always.
By the way, Shafti is now safe with Dr.
Achmed.
Where is Dimitri now? - Haven't you read a newspaper? No.
- He's dead.
One assumes act of vengeance.
Somehow I liked Dimitri.
Yes, I did too.
It's a man of genius who could or would not make his choice for the good.
Giovanna was deeply shocked over Dimitri's death.
I noticed that too.
- So, feet off the table! You're an ingenious young guy.
- That was the night nurse.
Because I'm always getting scratched up, they spread a salve on me and put a patch over it.
I left it on, although it continued to itch.
The matter is still too dangerous for me.
- But nobody knows anything.
Except the three of us.
- Fabulous.
The East and the West have outwitted one other and now Stop it children.
Patrik can't see properly anymore and they continue to scheme Nooo! I'll only be happy, when Patrik is healthy and back in school.
Do you see better? When I look at the fire, it's still a bit blinding.
Who actually owns this formula? - All people who are hungry.
Correct.
But above all probably the discoveror, Professor GunstrÃm, right? Never again will I go to this fjord.
Much too dangerous.
Mom! - Too dangerous.
Ah it's itching again! And the relaxation would also not be bad for my eyes.
Helicopter on channel 64, please come in.
You're the greatest, man! How happy we are! All of us here! I brought cigars, Dad never thinks of them! - The knife, that I gave you, do you still have it? Or is it in the desert? - No, of course not! Hello! Oh thanks! - Hi! At first I couldn't make any sense of your call, then I understood it.
The doctor and the fabulous technology on board make it possible.
The quicker the better.
- Got it.
This is a laser to which I have attached a chip-reader.
Is that necessary? - Actually, it must be used.
I stole the devices from our computer expert.
That can't be true.
- Borrowed.
Peter, sometimes you really consider us terribly stupid.
Well, does it tickle? So, done.
That was it, my dear, but you'll always have the chip under your foot.
Well, as a souvenir.
- We could cut it out.
Yes, yes, I know that.
But don't let on about that, Doctor.
- I promise.
We're not snitches.
Now you have the formula in black and white, don't lose it! Exactly what I didn't want, the formula's still under your foot.
The excision would be a bloody matter! I'd like to enjoy my vacation too, and not just limp around.
- He's right about that.
If the professor gets the formula back and submits it to the World Food Conference in Rome, then no one will care about us anymore.
Oh, that would be nice! Harry, take care.
- Harry, thank you.
Look after your men! Now, come on! Professor! Do you remember? It's me, Patrik.
Patrik? - Yes.
I didn't recognize you at all.
- Probably because of the glasses.
Are you alright, Professor? - Yes, thank you.
I've brought you someth - Before you tell me of your experiences, I want to welcome your parents.
- I'm sure my mother will be delighted.
Patrik.
Hello, Professor.
- Hello.
Welcome to the fjord.
- Thank you.
Actually, I didn't want to return.
- Why not? It's nice here.
And the salmon are jumping right now.
So here we go again? I knew it.
No, Mr.
Okland's just my minder.
Because of him, I have new toothpaste.
I would like to show you something great.
- Okay.
But I don't know exactly where the place is.
- If Mr.
Okland leaves us alone.
Would you mind? - No, not really.
We'll deal with your minder.
- Well, thank you.
Come on, Patrik.
We're attempting to do everything so that the professor can regain his memory.
Your son could help us do that.
Yes, how do you envision that? - Patrik needs his rest, in order to forget everything as quickly as possible.
Why did you come back here? - I was against it! You know, Patrick certainly still hasn't digested his experiences.
He's only pretending so.
And if he now has a good time here in this fjord, it will do him good.
Well, I hope so.
GunstrÃm trusts your son.
He likes him.
Unfortunately, he's starting to remember only with difficulty and in fragments.
Even about his fields up high in the mountains.
Oh, I still wanted to ask you why you made a stopover on your drilling platform, before you came back here? - In order to visit my work colleagues.
Do you know how long I've already skipped work? - You see the interrogation is continuing on again.
Tell me where are you dragging me anyway? I'm trying to find a particular spot on the mountain again.
Yes, but this path and that waterfall I'm familiar with.
Yes? - Yes.
Keep going! It doesn't surprise me to meet you here, Mr.
Harvey.
Mr.
Pacard, I suspected that your son still had the formula.
Oh, you don't say! - What else did Dimitri want in Munich? Please.
Leave Patrik alone.
You're too late.
Final whistle.
No extra time? This is an unlawful intervention in our sovereignty.
Protest, but don't be annoying! For me there's too much at stake.
For me, too.
I've seen this before.
- Great, right? Oranges, bananas, pineapples, tomatoes Oranges, bananas Pineapple - Just how is this possible? This is completely crazy.
And this! Yes, but it's completely fine.
Professor? If the wheat thrives in the snow, can you also plant it in the desert? - It's theoretically possible, but it will remain a beautiful dream.
- Dream? Has someone here not circumvented nature? Someone must have done it? You're right, yes.
Someone did it.
They told me that you were up here very often.
Yes.
Who, besides yourself, would have planted this up here on the plateau? You mean me? - Yes, Professor.
You! It's your work.
Isn't that great? Yes, that's great, as one says in your language.
That is a scientific miracle.
And if I was the one, then, out of 34 million combinations of the DNA sequence, I have With your formula all people could be well fed.
Here it is! I've saved it for you.
C, CH, OH, HC, HC, HC, O Yes.
This is my formula.
Patrik, I must tell you something.
Whether you believe me or not, and I'd rather you believe me, because we're friends.
Now, at this point, I know that was a mistake.
Oh, what I'm calling a mistake, that would have been a catastrophe! Worse than all the atom bombs! How so? Patrik, there is enough food.
There is even a surplus in production.
But why then do thousands of people starve every day? Because this food is wrongly distributed.
- By whom? By the rich.
They will never willingly give up the benefits of their monopoly and supremacy.
And the hungry, the poor, they can never make the enzyme, to which this formula leads.
They have neither the means or the money.
Then it isn't all that great.
- No, Patrik.
This is really not so great.
Who knows this formula besides yourself? - No one, that's certain.
Professor, you may not do that! Now the people have to continue starving.
-No Patrik, there are yet other ways to fight against hunger.
Reason Tolerance that was the wrong way.
Sometimes I'm almost thankful for Dimitri, that he I know.
He wiped out my mind, but also made me free so that I can think realistically again.
I stayed down there in the fjord for 3 years like an idiot, because of this formula! And that was wrong.
I'm deeply in your debt, Patrik.
Ouch! Ouch! - What are you doing there? I stepped in something there.
And it could have become infected.
You just figured that out here? - It's no longer so important.
Captions: VICOMEDIA 09/2004 translation to English by SmartyBoy