The Orphans (Les Orphelins)

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♪ Now, won't you listen Honey ♪

♪ While I say ♪

♪ How could you tell me That you're going away? ♪

♪ Don't say that we must part ♪

Your deal.

♪ Don't break Your baby's heart ♪

♪ You know I've loved you For these many years ♪

Oh, I see.

- Let's see what you got. -

Let's go.

Me?

- - Before I change my mind.

Hey. Who gets your chips?

Whoever's gonna re-patch the hole.

That'll be me.

Great.

Say, this is nice.

Mm, best you don't get used to it.

You better turn that down.

You'll wake Sunday.

Not until we finish our dance.

- Mm-hm. - You remember last time?

"Murderation.

You turn that racket down,

or I will buy your family home and raze it."

"My name ain't..."

"Merriell Sunday."

Feed it today?

Threw its food in the box.

You think I stuck around to check?

That's it for me, fellas.

♪ You'll feel sad... ♪

Sorry.

It's just me.

Did I wake you?

No.

Thanks.

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This just in: Merriell Sunday Jr.,

son of missing oil tycoon Merriell Sunday Sr.,

holds an emergency press conference.

Uh...

Howdy. Uh...

Two weeks ago, Father and his herd

missed their exit deadline.

Then, um, across the wire, a distress signal.

We're officially declaring them missing.

But we ain't... we ain't just gonna let the face

and founder of Sunday Oil disappear like that.

Don't worry.

I have handpicked some of the toughest,

smartest sons of bitches God ever strung a gut through.

Junior wasn't kidding.

Leander Coates, the team's watchdog.

He fought the Great War against the Kaiser in '17

and then went back for more in '44.

Dr. Margaret Lamb.

She's a real whiz with animals.

And her twin sis, one of the missing,

will sure be glad she came along.

Booker Marchmont, radio communications man.

He flew on the Enola Gay in '45,

dropping the bomb on the Japanese.

Impressed yet?

Certified demolition expert "Dynamite" Daniel Hewitt.

It's hard out there,

and sometimes the only way through

is with a fistful of powder.

The men who made the first maps.

These were titans who sailed the seven seas

and explored the globe,

cutting their way through jungles with machetes,

burning through cobweb-filled caves with torches

with almost certainly insufferable egos.

Cartography and exploration are not synonymous.

You've never heard of most mapmakers.

They do their exploring at night, in the dark

with a candle.

Their torch, a pen.

Their ship, a book.

Florence Kelley

created a new method for visualizing data

when... when she mapped out the Chicago slums, and...

she did it without trekking to some far-off distant land.

My point is this...

You don't have to leave home to be a pioneer.

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Yes?

Is it true that your dad got trapped in a pyramid?

Ma'am.

Would you sign this?

Your father is my hero.

Miss Bannister has a meeting now.

Thank you.

Thanks. I, uh...

I'm your next meeting.

Sorry for the ambush. My name's Belle Parker.

I represent for Mr. Merriell Sunday Jr.

Do you know why I'm here?

I could take a guess.

It's about your father.

Theme of the day.

I'm afraid it's serious, Miss Bannister.

I'm sure it is.

Did he step on a trapdoor and fall into a snake pit?

Are you aware of his expedition to the Alaskan territory?

Being roasted on a spit by a group of local natives?

He and the Sunday team are missing.

Hollis has been missing since I was 15.

He's not missing.

He's... right where he intends to be.

The boat left, and they missed it.

And the last word the boat got was an SOS.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Mr. Merriell Sunday Jr. is putting together a rescue team.

Save his daddy and yours, too.

And he wants you to lead his search.

You're good at something,

but you never got to do anything with it.

Don't you think it's time?

If something happened up there,

and Hollis really is in trouble,

how do you think you're all gonna fare?

Better with you.

Hey, wait.

It's the last thing Hollis gave me.

You're gonna need it.

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I went ahead and hired

the best navigator left in the South.

She's gonna make things easier for us.

Wait, "she"? Did you just say "she"?

Who is it?

Let me present our navigator,

- Miss Ellie Bannister. -

No more questions,

or I'll have Coates exit you through the door by your head.

We are done here.

Let's take a flashlight, though.

Erebus. This is Ellie. I need a ping on our location.

Do you copy?

... an anchor ... Can you read me? Over.

Erebus. Come in.

Storm's going over the boat.

Say... say again. When will you return?

Sorry, Miss Bannister.

This cloudburst has got us jammed

the last few days.

Damn ground's harder than Uncle Tommy.

Consarn it.

You're gonna need more than a shovel.

That top layer is permafrost. Rock solid until mid-summer.

It's like trying to punch through an anvil.

- Hey. Hey. - Try to--

You figure out where we're heading?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Get up.

Get up, get up, y'all. Gather around. Come on.

Go on. Tell us.

We made contact with the Erebus.

But the storm... The signal wasn't--

- I ain't hearing a solution. - I don't know.

With the storm, I can't...

We have to just stay put

until the storm passes through.

Then we can keep moving.

Oh, heck.

Stay put? In... in what?

A can of soup?

We've been chasing our tails