Arctic Air (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - C-TVAK - full transcript

Previously on Arctic Air ...

What we have is sex,
that's it.

Love the honesty.

My daughter's porking him.

They think
they're keeping it a secret.

How am I supposed to
run maintenance,

fix every friggin' plane

and still screw off
on some arctic tour?

His old man? Greatest
northern pilot ever flew.

God rest his soul.

Never found the wreckage.



You'll wanna bring down
your airspeed.

Airspeed's fine.

Be sure to adjust
your trim tabs.

Why don't you fix engines
and I fly?

And you're
way the hell off course.

I know.

Twin Lakes Air was flying
to that new diamond mine

up by Great Bear,

and they spotted an old wreckage
not far from here.

And?

And I want to check it out.

What for?

Could be my dad's.

Look, until they
opened that mine,



no one was flying up here.

That old wreck has been
down there for a while.

What the hell would your dad
be doing way out here?

He'd have been
miles off course.

If he was on course,

we would have found him
right after he disappeared.

There's hundreds
of wrecks out here.

I've wondered what happened
to my dad for 17 years.

Why are we
short pilots?

King Air had to make an emergency
landing near Moose River.

A leak in the fuel bladder.

Pilots got stuck there.

Had to send Astrid
to pick them up.

Well, what about the plane?
How are we going to get it back?

Cece is going up to fix it.

It could take a few days.

Bobby's playing chauffeur.

Figured he was the least
useful around here.

We keep
dicking around up here,

we're gonna run out of fuel.

- You see that?
- What?

Looked like metal.

I'm going to bring her down
for a closer look.

There's something there.

I'm gonna land
on that flat spot.

Are you outta
your frigging mind?

There could be anything
under that snow!

Rocks, holes, dead-fall!

I got this.

What you've got

is absolutely nothing
north of your eyebrows!

ARCTIC AIR
S01 Ep.06 - C-TVAK

You okay?

Well, you've arsed this up
real good, and for what?

Some old wreck,

got nothing to do
with nothing.

How the hell you even gonna know
it's your father's plane?

Tail letters.

CT-Victor-Alpha-Kilo.

I'd never forget that.

Um... where's Mel?

Interviewing a new pilot.

He taking him up soon?

If the guy doesn't say anything to
piss him off in the next few minutes.

So here's the plan...

I'm going to tell Mel I'm taking
off for a couple of days.

When he takes the pilot
up for a test flight,

I'll fire up
the other plane.

All you've got to do
is jump in.

You've got 15 minutes.

Guess he did okay.

I'm not getting in a
plane with that idiot.

He'll kill us on take-off.

Don't you two have
a long weekend?

Uh, yeah...

I was gonna fly
up to the lodge.

And you?
What are your plans?

Plans? No plans.

I was, uh, going to...

Hang out in Yellowknife

and have some beers
with some friends.

Didn't know you had any.

I've got a few minutes before I
interview the next bonehead.

- I'll help you prep your plane.
- That's okay.

GPS was acting up.
I want to make sure it's working okay.

Sure.

Dad...

Well, the landing gear's
buggered beyond repair.

We're out of
radio range,

and no one's expecting to hear
from us for at least three days.

We're hooped.

You think he suffered?

Plane's busted up
pretty bad.

Yeah, but dad
was pretty tough.

That he was.

It's just...
I don't like to think...

He was probably dead
when he hit the ground, Bobby.

I'm gonna go
try the radio again.

Hurry up, come on!

Okay...

- One more.
- Are-are you kidding?

Be right back.

Why the hell are you still
hanging around?

I was, uh...

Waiting for Dev!

We're going to grab a beer.
Hey, Dev!

Oh, you do have a friend.

Nice to see them hanging
out together after work.

Yeah.

GPS is bagged. Take this one.

Oh, uh, thanks.

Have a good trip.

Still nothing
on the radio.

Someone will find us.

Twin Lakes flies to the mine
pretty regularly.

Once a week.

And on the off chance
that this is our lucky day,

it would help if we had
a fire for them to spot.

Why do you think
he was so far off course?

Who knows?

Weather, engine trouble.

Maybe he was chasing
a herd of caribou.

It was hunting season,
wasn't it?

It's supposed to go
to 15 below.

Be nice if we had a fire
some time this century.

You know what,
nobody can start this crap.

It's soaking wet.

Well, your dad taught me
an old Indian trick.

Stand back.

Matches?

I said, stand back.

Sacred gasoline.

Works every time.

Well, I did my part,
now you do yours.

Build us a lean-to.

Might want to work the ground
a bit first.

What do you know
about building a lean-to?

Not a hell of a lot.

Never did care much
for camping.

Your dad, on the other hand, he
loved being out in the bush.

He used to take two weeks off
every winter to go trapping.

Most people would head South
for the holidays.

Dad went north.

I remember this one time,

middle of winter, he was out on his
trap line, big storm comes up.

He was two weeks late
getting home.

Your poor mother
was sick with worry.

Yeah, she could always
get herself wound up.

You know, my dad said it was
because she was part French.

Yeah, well, the French part
of her sent out this big search party.

Well, they didn't find anything.

A week later,

he comes waltzing back into town

with a big load of moose meat
on his back.

He never understood
what all the fuss was about.

Last time I heard that one,
it was caribou.

Oh, no, no, moose.

Definitely moose. I was there.

If he lived through
the crash,

he might have
been able to hunt.

Could've survived a long time.

You'll make yourself crazy
thinking about it.

We could use more firewood.

Got the fire started,
boiled the water,

now I'm gathering
fire wood.

Probably have to build a
lean-to when I came back.

If you hadn't needed
those extra bags,

we would've gotten
away hours ago.

Maybe if your dad hadn't showed
up with that stupid GPS,

and these...

Are essential supplies.

How much do you really need
for three days?

Oh, you'll see.

When we're at your dad's lodge,
settled on a bear-skin rug,

in front of a roaring fire...

Uh, there are bears
where we're going,

but they aren't sprawled out
on the floor.

I don't care if there are
werewolves where we're going,

I'm not planning on
leaving that lodge all weekend.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, not only
do I get you all to myself,

I don't have to sneak around
in the middle of the night

to avoid your roommates.

Imagine, I actually get
to wake up next to you.

When did you
become such a romantic?

I always have been.

Just waiting
for a chance to show you.

Bobby!

Bobby!

We're going to have to
pull it out.

Go ahead.

Gonna have to cut off
the circulation,

try to control
the bleeding.

Okay, on three...

Will you just pull
the damn thing out!

Okay, come in.

Oh...

Oh, yeah.

This is the lodge?

It's great,
isn't it?

Oh, it's something.

Lot of dead things.

That was
my first caribou.

Your first?

Yeah, took it down with one
shot right through the heart.

Ah. I never realized
you were so into...

Shooting stuff.

Well, a girl's
gotta eat.

Make yourself at home.

I'm gonna get
some more wood.

Okay...

What is this?

Who said that a hunting shack

can't be romantic?

Oh.

Get any sleep?

15 friggin' below,

bleeding like a stuck pig,

hungry enough to eat
the arsehole out of a skunk.

Yeah, I slept like a baby.

Obviously not a morning person.

Infection's setting in.

Things around here

are going from worse to shit
real fast, aren't they?

I should have
put this on the wound

right after
I pulled the stick out.

Ow!

Jeez, what is that stuff?

Diwe wet'ii.

English?

Inner bark
of the tamarack tree.

What's it supposed to do?

I cut my hand

when I was hunting
with my dad once.

He used it as a poultice.

Did it actually work?

I've still got my hand.

I just hope
I got it on you in time.

Just want you to know
I could start on Monday.

How about we see
what you've got first?

Engine number one just failed,
number two is running hot.

What do you do?

- Throttle back on two.
- Did you feather one?

Because if you didn't,
that prop is windmilling now.

More than one way
to wreck a plane.

Yes, sir.

Your oil pressure on two is dropping.
Now what do you do?

Um, well, I think...

Not about thinking!

You've got to react instantly,
and you've got to react right.

I'm getting the hell
out of this place.

That guy's a total nightmare!

Bobby and I used to come here

with our dads all the time.

My dad used to take me
to the golf course.

We'd have
ice fishing competitions

and snowshoe races.

Something to be said...

For golf carts.

Well, these claw marks
look fresh.

Must be one hungry bear

trying to fatten himself up
before he goes to sleep.

Bear?

Yeah.

Claws are
pretty big.

We once got chased
by a bear.

Bobby and I had snuck out
to pick blueberries,

and this mama bear
came out of nowhere.

Bobby tried to scare her off
with some rocks,

but she just kept coming at us,

- so we climbed a tree...
- Okay, okay.

Bobby. The bear.
I get it.

Can we go back now?

Wanna race?

Not...

Really.

Nazeedo nootaa.

The great hunter
returns.

We're dining on elite
meat, tonight, my friend.

Beginner's luck.

My dad taught me
a few things.

Probably snared more rabbits
than you've fixed engines.

Not only are you
a shitty fire-starter

and lean-to builder,

you're also...

You're sweating.

I've got to check
your bandage.

It's fine. Leave it alone.

I've got to
get you out of here.

on how to mend a broken heart.

Don't miss it.

Can we brace the gear
with this one?

Try and bend it.

You need something
with some tensile strength

to wrap around it.

That landing gear is
busted up pretty bad.

It's no easy fix.

Damn near impossible

when you're
scavenging parts

from a 17-year-old wreck.

It's my dad's wreck.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I was going to

go get us some trout
for breakfast.

You know,
sit by the fire,

eat some fish...

Maybe have a little champagne
with it.

Romantic?

I hate fish.

I didn't know that.

Maybe it's because
we never eat together.

Okay, well, I'll be back soon.

Hey, wait, look,

I thought the whole purpose
of going away for the weekend

was so we could relax,
you know?

Sleep late?

I can't really sleep in.

Never could.

Oh.

I didn't know that.

I guess that's because
we never wake up together.

You could come with me.

Ice fishing?

Wait here, I've got
some paperwork for you.

Sure.

Finally found one

who wasn't
totally clueless.

Hey, hon',

want to grab me a coffee?

Pot's in the next room.

Loreen...

You might want to stay
on my good side.

Cream,

two sugars.

My friends call me Loreen.

You can call me

Ms. Cassaway,

and get off my desk.

No one likes a secretary
with attitude, Loreen.

Kiss my ass, flyboy.

Did you hear what
she just said to me?

Yeah.

Don't let the door hit you
on the way out.

Have a nice day...

Hon'.

Put some muscle into it.

Piece has got to be
tight enough

to brace the landing gear,

keep it from wobbling.

Tight as it's going to get.

Okay.

Just grab onto that strut
and pull it towards you.

See if it moves.

Aw, jeez...

You've got to hit 40,

45 miles an hour

to get this thing in the air.

Never gonna happen

with that landing gear
wobbling all over the place.

We should try something else.

I don't know how much time
I got here, Bobby.

Ouch.

Look, all you need

is to get a little bit
of a rest for a while.

I got you.

Bad news?

The infection is
spreading up your leg.

We've got to
re-open the wound.

Make the channel wider
so it can drain.

I don't see
a doctor

anywhere around here.

I can do it.

You think you got
the stomach for it?

There's not much I can do
about the pain.

Do you want to
bite on a stick or something?

I already got
a messed-up leg,

I don't need to break
half my teeth on top of it.

Just don't move, okay?

You do your part,
I'll do mine.

We haven't heard
from them yet, Marie.

Cece thought it would take
at least three days

to fix the King Air, and
they're out of radio range.

I'll call as soon as
I hear something.

Okay, bye.

Marie wants
Cece back, too,

so don't even start with
"where's my bloody plane?"

Besides, we don't have enough
pilots around here anyway.

Maybe we should just hire a few
more rampies and train 'em quick.

We need someone
to fly planes now, Mel.

No way I'm hiring
any of these losers.

Maybe you're being
a little too hard on them.

I rest my case.

I've gotta get some more wood.

It was birds.

A flock of snow geese
came up underneath him.

Birds...

All those years of flying,

and it's a bunch of
friggin' birds that get him.

He broke both legs
in the crash.

Must have been
in a lot of pain.

He had to crawl
to a sheltered spot

to build his lean-to.

Is there any sign of him?

No, there wouldn't be
after all this time.

Two broken legs...

I bet he built a better lean-to
than you did.

There's over 14 entries.

One for each day
that he survived.

"Fire not possible.

"Wet wood, no dry tinder.

Matches lost in crash."

"Killed a ptarmigan
with a rock.

"Ate it raw.

Prefer cooked."

"Clear night.

"Northern lights
putting on a show.

"Remembering that Christmas
at Mel's Lodge.

All four of us
out on the dog sled."

"Feeling a little sick.

"Thinking about you
all the time, Yvonne.

Bobby, Deanna,
you're growing up strong..."

"I love all of you."

That's the first time
he ever said he loved me.

When you fell out of
that tree and broke your ribs?

He slept in a chair

beside your bad
for a week.

Hockey season?

Gettin' up all those mornings
to take you to practice?

He even bought a suit

for your grade seven
graduation.

Sat there proud as a peacock.

Sounds like
he gave up at the end, though.

That's not like him.

There's more.

"Gonna rest a bit,

"then figure out
how to get out of here.

"Make some crutches.

Going to spend more time
with you guys when I get home."

Now, that's Silas.

I thought the idea
was to catch fish.

The idea is to get here
early in the morning

when the fish are biting.

It's barely light out,

they're in freezing cold
water under a foot of ice.

How do they know
it's not early morning?

Why does this
feel so strange?

- What?
- Us.

It's like we barely
know each other.

I don't know.

Maybe it's because we've
never really talked.

We talk.

Yeah, sure.

"What's the manifold
pressure in number two?"

It's not exactly what
I'd call deep conversation.

No, we talk about
more than just that.

Really?

Okay, well,
you know me so well,

what's my favourite movie?

- Top Gun?
- Not even close.

Apollo Thirteen.

Okay, what is it?

I think
I made my point.

I mean...

What are you so afraid of?

Is it
because of Bobby?

Oh, no, don't go
all jealous male on me.

I... Bobby and I
have known each other forever,

and that's all.

Then what is it?

- Why the big wall?
- I...

This isn't easy for me, and...

I don't know why.

I'm... I'm trying.

I asked you
to come away with me.

Doesn't that
mean anything?

Princess bride.

What?

The Princess bride
that's my favourite movie.

- That's your favourite movie?
- Yes...

It is. Why? What's yours,

The Deer hunter?

No.

My favourite movie
is The Princess bride.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, God...

What do I do?

Stay calm,
stay calm...

Oh, God,
it's gonna be so small...

It's gotta be tight enough

to stabilize the gear,

otherwise,

we'll never get
the speed for takeoff.

Ow!

Dammit!

No use.

You'll never get that
strong enough

to hold up
on its own.

Well...
If we're not back tonight,

they're gonna come
looking for us.

Can't we just get warm
and wait for help?

You know what that means.

It means you don't
have to kill yourself.

This plane can't be fixed.

It means giving up.

Please just take me
to the fire.

Anything from Bobby and Cece?

How long does it take
to fix a damn fuel leak?

According to Cece,
at least three days.

You know we're not expected to hear
from them till this afternoon.

I can hope, can't I?

You got another pilot to see.

I'm done.

Tell him to come back
when Krista and Blake are here.

See how they like
dealing with idiots.

This idiot
works for Twin Lakes Air.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt
to say hello.

Oh, you really want to poach
someone from them, don't you?

Would kinda make my day.

Right outside.

Did you forget
to close the door?

I thought I shut it.

Oh, God...
A bear.

Where?

Oh, don't worry.

Long gone.

With all our food.

Oh!

Drunk on champagne.

I give up.

Let's get out of here.

I don't know,

this place is starting
to grow on me.

Blake... no food.

We got trout.

You hate fish.

Well, I caught those fish,

and I'm going to eat 'em.

What's
happened to you?

Oh, I don't know,

fresh air, nature,

that sexy plaid blancket
you're wearing.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Nope.

Stay warm, Cece.

Bobby...

Tell Marie and the kids...

I love them.

Tell them yourself.

You'll have to do.

Cece!

Cece, wake up.

We're getting
out of here.

Cece?

Just hang on.

I'm getting you home.

Hang in there
a little longer, Cece.

Come on...

Come on!

Come on, fly!

Your number one engine
just shut down.

Whoa, what the hell
are you doing?

Shutting down
number one.

It's an exercise.

Kind of risky
to turn the engine off.

That's nothing compared to
the stuff I did in Iraq.

You were in Iraq?

Didn't you read
my resume?

Guess I skimmed it.

U.S. Air Force?

Yup. Two tours.

Flew F-16s.

Why aren't you flying
for one of the big airlines?

I've got a thing for DC-3s.

My grandfather took me up in
one when I was just a kid.

He was a pilot?

Yeah,
Tuskegee airman.

World War II.

He flew DC-3s after.

Loved them.

Taught me to love them, too.

I kind of value loyalty
in my pilots.

You want to know
why I'm leaving Twin Lakes?

They're scrapping
their last DC-3.

Heartless bastards.

Exactly.

Go ahead, switch her off.

See if you can impress me.

- Can I get up now?
- Not yet.

Okay, I'll get out first.

When the coast is clear,
I'll wave.

Wait, what...

How am I supposed to see anything?
I'm looking at a wall.

Improvise.

Ah, to hell with this.

You're both back
at the same time.

Now, that's a coincidence.

This is
Arctic Air Flight 2-1-5!

We've got a medical
emergency onboard.

What's the problem?

Cece is hurt real bad.

He's unconscious.

We'll have help waiting.

This is Arctic Air,
we've got an emergency.

We need an ambulance
on the field right away.

Marie, it's Loreen.

Cece is hurt.

How are you doing?

I found his plane.

What?

I found my dad's plane.

Bobby...

Oh, my God, Cece!

What have you done
to yourself now?

I'm here. I'm right here.

Everything's all right.
We're going to take good care of you.

What the hell happened?

He was alive...

My dad.

14 days.

Don't worry, Loreen,
Cece is going to be fine.

We just came from the hospital.

Whole damn Cooper Circus
is there.

Flowers? What the hell would
Cece do with flowers?

Just send a case of beer
to his house or something.

All right, I'll get it myself.

Flowers...

I gotta go buy some damn beer.

How is
your sister doing?

She took it hard.

You know, I thought
finding his plane

would help me feel better
about losing him.

Just made me wish
I had more time with him.

They were had a lot of good times.

Yeah.

Oh, man, he gave us shit
for being out there alone.

Yeah, but I could tell

that he was proud that
we handled ourselves.

I keep thinking
about those 14 days.

We could have saved him.

You looked for him
for months.

Going out every day,
exhausted.

I was scared you were
going to crash,

and I'd lose you, too.

You did everything
you could.

I miss him.

All the time.

Me too.