in the town who could speak both Spanish and Kekch. Luckily, they let me go, and we ended up being great friends over the two years. - HERZOG. The jury acquitted you. - I was acquitted. I made it out of there. But it could have been dangerous. It is, it is. And, you know, a story not too long ago is, a lady was just taking a picture of a child, you know, the same type of group of people with machetes, and she wasn't so fortunate. - She didn't make it out. - What happened to her? She was killed, by a machete. Approaching McMurdo Station, the largest American base, in fact the largest settlement in Antarctica. Right there is Captain Scott's hut, built in 1902. During the austral summer, about 1,000 people live here experiencing a strange state, five months of no nighttime. McMurdo serves as a logistical hub and provides fixed laboratory facilities for research. All the decisions about scientific projects are the domain of my host, the National Science Foundation. Day to day logistics are run by a defense contractor. I had been told by some disgruntled former inhabitants that they ran things in the spirit of a correctional facility. Actually, they were decent people, just too concerned for my personal safety. Of course, I did not expect pristine landscapes and men living in blissful harmony with fluffy penguins, but I was still surprised to find McMurdo looking like an ugly mining town filled with