Arctic Air (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Open Season - full transcript

Previously, on Arctic Air...

- MayDay, MayDay.
- This is it!

Because
you're afraid of flying.

Are you shipping drugs
on our planes?

It was Zach Ward.

When your sister
got herself in trouble,

you came to me.

I'm gonna fix this. They're
not gonna hurt you, Caitlin.

That Nelson kid,
he saw you.

I know enough to put you away!

[Shot rings out]



[Reporter]: A second
murder victim has been found.

You can come up and visit me
in Jackson River.

[Speaks in tlicho]

[♪]

[Panting intensely]

[Gasping and wheezing]

[Gunshot echoes]

[Gasps]

[Engine rumbling smoothly]

[Breathing raggedly]

How much longer?

Almost there.

[Laughs]

You've gotta be
a little excited.



When's the last time
you've seen your brother?

Six months ago.

I don't know
why he couldn't just

come down for a visit.

Hunting season.

It's kind of cool

that he's taken over
your dad's guiding outfit.

Whatever.

[Wistfully]: Man...
It's beautiful here.

Do you miss it?

It's not exactly the mall.

You'd rather ht
for a deal

on a pair of 501s
than hunt caribou?

501s?

What century
do you live in?

You know, you could
start a new trend...

Caribou-hide
skinny jeans.

So lame.

Check it out!

There's a whole herd
of skinny jeans.

It's about time!

We've been stuck

in this bug-infested
hell-hole all day.

Our guide just up
and left us

without food or beer
or anything.

Where'd he go?

Probably tracking
down a caribou.

Kid loves to hunt,
that's for sure.

No, he would've
come back.

I can't wait to get
out of this place

and back
to civilization.

[Caitlin]: Something
must've happened.

What if he's hurt?

We've got
a connecting flight

to catch in Yellowknife,

so let's get
this bird in the air.

[Bobby]: Tell you what.

I'll have another plane
sent out for you guys,

and we'll go look
for her brother.

Tell you what.

I'm not missing that flight
back to Vancouver,

so how about you
crank up that engine

and get us
out of here pronto?

There's only one
flight to Vancouver.

Doesn't leave until 7:00.
You'll get there in time.

[Pack thuds]

Loreen? Bobby here.

Slight change of plans.

[Fuming sigh]

[Thud]

Just keeps
getting better.

Shut it!

Plane should be here
in a couple hours.

No problem.

I still have two inches
of unbitten skin.

Any idea where Nelson could be?

Might be at
the trapper's cabin.

It's half-way up
the hunting grounds.

How far?

Couple of miles.

Lead the way.

Two more hours
in this stinkin' armpit.

[Hunter rummages
in pack]

What're you doing?

Can't take a chance

of those two
finding anything.

[♪]

[♪]

Arctic Air
S02 Ep03 - Open Season

[Humming of machinery at work]

Helicopter bookings
are out of control.

We need more pilots
who can fly the thing.

Talk to Bobby.

The helicopter
was his bright idea.

Bobby's been delayed.

Nelson wasn't
with the hunters

when he and Caitlin
landed.

They've gone off
to find him.

What do you mean,
Nelson wasn't with them?

He just wasn't with them.

I need someone to go
pick up the hunters.

All our pilots
are in the air.

Any suggestions on who might
be able to fly up there?

No. I don't have
any damn suggestions.

I get it.

I'm a good manager,

even though
I'll never fly again.

You can be a good owner
without flying, too.

[♪]

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, Mel Ivarson.

Just wondering
if you decided to do something

about what happened
to your uncle?

I don't know
what happened to my uncle.

Your memory come back?

Nope.

Just wanted to make sure

you weren't doing
anything stupid.

You still got
a rat problem

at Arctic Air?

I heard about some guys
who are real good exterminators.

[Click]

[♪]

[Hangs up]

[♪]

[Wheezing]

[♪]

Aw, this is worse
than the osoyoos gig.

At least there,

we could shoot
the rattlesnakes.

Can't do anything
about these bugs.

Great...
Which way?

That way.

Oof! Oh, shit.

Hey!

Bit of a soaker here!

[Grunting intensely]

Oof.

[Alex]: Lots of moving parts,
all centrally located.

Pretty sweet.

Extremely well-built.

[Kirby]: I can see that.

Why are you suddenly
interested in helo engines?

Guess I'm just getting bored
of the same old thing.

I gotta warn you,
DC-3 engines are a piece of cake

compared to working
with the fling wings.

I'm up for the challenge.

Hmm. Eager and cute.

Think I can
work with that.

[Kirby]: And I think I can work
with you working with that.

[Alex laughs]

I don't even
know what I meant by that.

Um, so, do you
have an email, or...

[♪]

[Caitlin calls out in tlicho]

It's a welcome mat
for the bears.

Forgot about those.

Where else do you
think he could be?

I don't know.

What if he fell
and broke something?

Or he ran into a bear?

Or maybe he just
lost track of time.

Just breathe.

Do you have a map?

I think so.

[Dev]: I am not able
to pick up the hunters

for at least
two more hours.

Too long. I'll try Blake.

- Where you going?
- Out.

Just the manager.

[Grumbles]: No need to let me
know when you'll be back.

[Cece]: You ever
been married?

Nah. I don't really
see the point.

Well, it's working just fine
for me and Marie.

Well, that's awesome,
but it's not for everyone, eh?

Yeah, but it's not
the kind of thing

you'd want
to break up either,

is it?

It's unfortunate
that, uh...

Hailey and Kirby are going
through some difficult times.

I didn't know.

Well, now you know.

[Man]: Weren't we
expecting that cargo plane?

[Sighs]

There's, like, a million
acres of land out there.

He could be anywhere.

There's a caribou
crossing over here.

Or he might be

somewhere around
this rock bluff,

good place for spotting
them in the trees.

[♪]

Do you have
a gun in the cabin?

Why?

Do you have a gun?

Nelson must have it.

We've got to
get out of here.

[♪]

Bobby!
What's going on?

- They followed us!
- Who?

[♪]

Go on!
Hurry. Get out!

[♪]

[Cries out in agony]

[Crying out]

[♪]

[Both wheezing]

What's going on?

I have a feeling they weren't
here to hunt caribou.

I think
they're after Nelson.

Why?

Zach Ward.

Zach's dead. That
biker guy shot him.

I don't have it
figured out yet...

But we have to
find your brother.

Which way?

[♪]

[Exhales shakily]

[Clicking on]

MayDay, MayDay, MayDay!

Possible fire
in our electrical system!

Everyone buckled in
back there?

This is it!

[♪]

[Takes a deep breath]

[Props start whirring]

This is Arctic Air,
Flight 1-7-8. Over.

Mel?

I'm picking up
the hunters.

Good. Over and out.

[Hangs up]

Loreen?

Hello?

[♪]

Loreen? You there?

[♪]

[♪]

Hurry up.
We're gonna lose 'em.

Who the hell leaves a nailed-up
board laying on the ground?

Now I know how Jesus felt...
Times a hundred nails.

[Footsteps receding]

Wait up.

Dead fall's freshly broken.

Rocks turned up.

Gotta be Nelson's tracks,

and by the looks of
his boot marks,

he was running.

He could've been tracking
a wounded caribou.

[Bobby sighs]

Mauser .306.

It's Nelson's.

You sure?

My dad gave it to him
for his 13th birthday.

[♪]

[♪]

Blood.

Wounded caribou?

No sign
of hoof prints.

Just...

Human prints.

Caitlin!

[♪]

[Gasps weakly]

He's alive.

Caitlin's here, too.

Nelson!

[Groans]

Bullet went
clean through.

You're lucky.

Who shot you?
Was it the hunters?

You saw them?

They were at base camp
when we arrived.

Okay, we've got to
get out of...

No. Hey, it's okay.

We lost them.

Yeah, for now.

Bobby, these guys
are serious.

The only reason
why I'm still alive

is because
they think I'm dead.

Why are they trying
to kill you?

[Groans intensely]

Is it something
to do with Zach Ward?

Look, I...

I did something
back in Yellowknife, okay?

Something I can't take back.

Zach...

He had a gun
to Mel's head and...

I didn't have
any other choice.

You...

Killed him?

What about the biker?

Yeah.

Figured.

[♪]

Caitlin!

[Nelson wincing and groaning]

[♪]

[Quietly]: Here we go...

[♪]

[♪]

We've got to get
back to the plane.

It's too dangerous.

It's our only way out.

They have
high-powered rifles,

with military scopes.

Well...

We can't just wait around
for them to find us.

Caitlin's right.

We've got to
keep moving.

We can head back
along Pine Ridge.

That's a pretty
rugged trek.

You got a better plan?

Let's get out of here.

Hey. You okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

I just found out
you killed two people.

[Winds gusting]

Howdy.

Whoa! Gave me
a bit of a start there.

How's the huntin'?

Mm, saw a couple of caribou
a few miles back.

Took off into the trees
before we got a shot away.

Been here long?

Couple days.

Came up from Edmonton to bag
myself a northern buck.

You seen a native guy and
girl on your travels?

No, not a soul.
Friends of yours?

Our hunting guides.
Lost 'em a few miles back.

I'm sure
they'll find ya.

Good trackers,
those Indians.

Is that
one of those...

- High-end military scopes?
- Yeah.

Mind if I take a look?

[Bugs buzzing]

Oh...

Yeah.

That...

Is damned sweet.

I'm gonna have to pick myself
up one of these babies.

Well, gentlemen...

Happy huntin'.

We've got to get
to the pilot and girl.

Fast.

[Music playing on shop radio]

[♪]

Brand-new friggin' helicopter
and already it's breaking down.

Yeah.
Shouldn't happen.

Not with a new machine.
It must be a factory glitch.

I guess
there's something

to be said
for a 65-year-old engine, huh?

You don't find this kind of
workmanship anymore,

especially in
those bolt-'em-together things.

Simple design, yes,
but very complex engineering.

Think it was Leonardo Da Vinci

who said, "simplicity is
the ultimate sophistication."

Hah! That guy
was a grave-robber.

Nothin' sophisticated
about that,

just plain screwy,
if ya ask me.

Glitches happen.
Old or new.

Gotta keep up
with the times, Cece.

Pretty soon,
these DC-3s are gonna

be on their way
to the aviation graveyard.

[Getting heated]:
This machine

has been in the air since
before world war friggin' two,

and it's still going strong.

You should maybe
actually fly in one

before you start
flapping your jaws.

[♪]

So...

Did you...
Figure out your problem?

[♪]

Here's the thing
about helicopters, Kirby.

Sometimes, you got to
dig a little deeper

to find the solution.

[Confused chuckle]

Okay. Say you're on a diet,
and you go to a restaurant...

It's okay for you

to look at the dessert menu,

but if you're having trouble
with your diet,

then you probably shouldn't
flirt with the chocolate cake.

[♪]

You kind of lost me
at the end there.

Look, you have a great wife.

Go work things out
with her,

and leave the chocolate cake
to the single guys.

[♪]

I'm kinda partial
to pie, myself.

The wife's pie,
of course.

Apple.

[♪]

Figured out
what the problem is.

Yeah, a malfunction
in the hose assembly

that originated
in the factory,

and it's still
under warranty.

Good!

But the part has to
be shipped from Texas.

Mm! Not good!

Ugh. What am I gonna
tell the Oil executives?

Take them in
one of the planes.

Mm. Great.

[Panting]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just, uh,
I need a minute.

What are you doing?

Making moccasins.

Here. Put these
over your shoes.

Muffles the sound

and doesn't
make big prints.

Cool.

Look, I'm slowing
you guys down. Okay?

Just keep walking
and I'll catch up later.

Why don't we find a hiding spot
for you and Caitlin?

I'll head over
to the plane on my own.

That doesn't
make any sense.

You don't know
the bush around here.

- I'll go.
- No.

I can take care
of myself.

I don't
need your help.

I've never needed
your help.

I was just
trying to give you...

If you would've just
stayed out of my business,

we wouldn't be
in this mess right now.

Okay, chill!

I'm going.

Just point me
in the right direction.

Where're you gonna hide?

The old clubhouse
that dad built for us.

It's just
over the hill,

past the two big
spruce trees.

Okay. I'll meet you there
as soon as I radio for help.

Okay, stay
in the trees,

and follow the shoreline
as far as you can.

[Engine rumbling]

- Champagne?
- I'll take a bourbon.

Yeah, scotch for me,
please. Single-malt.

We are out of that.

The scotch
or the bourbon?

Both.

Just bring me
a glass of red, please?

Times two.

Actually, um...

Let me guess.

You're out of wine, too?

Ja. Lots of
thirsty customers lately, so.

Look, why don't you just
tell us what you do have?

Champagne?

Just pour, Stockholm.

[Snapping bitterly in Swedish]

I think I caught
that last word.

Do I look like a waitress?

You know,
interestingly,

I had the pleasure

of being served by
a waitress in Australia

who looked
very much like you.

Same complexion,
same...

Hair colour...

Or perhaps you don't...

You don't look that much
like her, after all.

[Laughs]:
Okay, look.

I'm sorry the "Arslets"

are giving you
a hard time,

but we promised them
a first-class ride

and we've got to
give 'em one.

[Sighs]

[Fumes in Swedish]

I'm gonna believe
that last one meant

"no problem."

I would most definitely
not bet money on that.

[Both laughing]

[♪]

Wow.

Haven't been in here
in years.

Password?

[♪]

[Door creaks and rattles shut]

Everything seemed
a whole lot bigger

when we were kids.

Here.

Indian aspirin.

Mahsi.

[♪]

[Tearing]

So, uh, it's
good to see you.

I was really worried
about you after the crash.

I wanted to come
and visit you in the hospital,

but I... didn't want
to put you in danger.

[♪]

Look, Caitlin, they...
They were going to kill Mel.

Get up.

I was... I was
scared that...

That they wouldn't
stop there.

Look, I don't know what I'd do
if something happened to you.

You're all I've got left.

I need some air.

[♪]

[♪]

We should've just stayed

and waited
for that other pilot.

We have no clue
where we're going.

No food. No water.

Mosquitoes
the size of harleys.

Can only imagine
how big the bears are.

I'll be happy

if I never see another tree
the rest of my life.

[♪]

[Twigs snapping, bush rustling]

Some Indian you are.

Been following
your tracks for a mile.

You get dressed
in the dark this morning?

Ahh...
[Laughs and wheezes]

How'd you get here?

I walked on water.

What kind of
a bloody stupid

question is that?

I flew.

Who do you think
these guys are working for?

I don't know.

Maybe bikers
from down south?

[♪]

Looks like the old guy's
our other pilot.

We only need one
to fly us to Yellowknife.

Well, pick one,
so we can go already.

[Shot rings out]

Go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go!

Aw, what the hell?

[Groans]

[♪]

Aw, you gotta be kidding me.

[♪]

Gun! Get that gun!

What's wrong with you?

My scope's off.

Well, maybe
you need glasses.

Just sayin'.

A lot of old people
need 'em.

[♪]

[Nearby twigs snapping]

[♪]

- [Door swings open]
- Whoa! Hey!

How's the shoulder?

Mel? What are you
doing here?

Damn city hunters.

They'll shoot at
anything that moves.

We got to get out of here.
They're not far behind.

And go where?

They're between us
and the plane.

I'm not up for a
Butch-and-Sundance moment,

especially when
we don't have guns.

No, but we've got this.

The last time our people
fought the enemy

with bows and arrows,

it didn't go too well.

One of us has
to get to the plane.

We set a trap.

We'll lead 'em
right to it

and away
from the plane.

Might buy us some time.

Make it work.

Where are you going?

The plane.

[♪]

Ride 'em, cowboy.

Okay, well, sorry
to ruin your fun, cowboy,

but we've got
no elevators.

What?

This is not good.

Not if you want to
climb or descend.

Little choppy, eh?

Looks like you're gonna
get your training lesson

on the DC-3 after all.

Go tell Cece we've
lost elevator control.

Excellent!

Mechanics are weird.

Hey, you might want to tell

that chick pilot that she can
fly above the turbulence.

Yeah, maybe she forgot
the directions.

[Men snickering]

[Sneezes]

[Nasally]: Oh, my nose
is running like a tap.

My eyes feel like
they've been clawed out.

I have bug bites on.

Shut up...

[Branch snaps, Pete groans]

[Cracking up]

Oh, what the hell?

Oh, it smells like
someone died in there.

I think you fell
in one of them caribou beds

the kid warned us about.

You mind standing
downwind?

[Coughs and wheezes]

One more word,

and I'm gonna put
a bullet in your head.

Oh, go ahead. Fire away.

Put me out of
my misery.

[Nearby branches breaking]

What was that?

Probably the damn caribou coming
back to take a nap.

Why don't you stay
and spoon with her?

[Plane rattling and rumbling]

Ah! There's your problem,
right there.

Broken elevator cable.

Well, go ahead.
Fix it.

Sure.

Where's the spare cable?

Don't got any.

Okay, no worries.

Just need
some cable clamps.

Don't got any.

Okay. What do we have?

"Piece of cake."

I believe that is how
you described a DC-3.

We can't stay up here
all day, you know?

Better move aside
before we run out of gas.

Just hold that.

Okay.

All ya gotta do...

Is you split the cable down...

About six or eight inches,

you make a loop
with one piece,

and then you just...

Kind of wrap
the other one...

Like that.

We'll get you home.

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

So, we'll be making a quick
stop in Norman Wells

to pick up some passengers,

and then we'll be
right on our way.

Seriously?
A stop-over?

When the hell are we
getting to Fort McPherson?

Ah. Soon.

But first...

Dinner is served.

What the hell are these?

Caribou medallions!

Loreen's auntie
home-made these.

Loreen is
our office manager.

I actually think

that her auntie
shot the caribou herself.

Talk about fresh, huh?

Why don't you bring us
some real food, honey?

Yeah, any chance of
getting, like,

a roasted chicken breast?

Peanut-butter
sandwich?

Some pretzels?

More champagne?

Yes.

Okay...

- [Splashing]
- Oh! Aww! Geez!

Ay-yi-yi, yi-yi!

Is it so hard to pour a damn
glass of 10-cent champagne?

I'm so sorry!

Maybe you should stick
to waiting tables on the ground.

Well, at least
you're good at something.

[Guys snickering]

And you can take
these moose thingies

and your crap champagne

and toss them
out the plane!

[Huffs]: Okay.

For your information,

these medallions
are a highly sought-after

delicacy in the north.

And they are not moose!

They are caribou.

[Sighs]

And another thing!

I am a pilot,
I am not a waitress.

But if I was a waitress,

it would be nice
to learn some manners

and treat people with respect!

Yeah. No, this is
probably... thank you.

This'll be fine.

This... [grunts]

Is kind of like...
[Grunts]

Lacing up
the kids' skates.

Okay now...

And that is what we call...

Aircraft liposuction.

You just suck the slack
right there...

That was bloody amazing, eh?

[Laughs]: Wow!
Talk about pressure.

Ah, this isn't pressure.

Christmas shopping
for seven kids...

That's pressure.

[Laughs]: How long
have you been married?

25 years.

Wow.

It's a lot of
hard work.

Yeah, I might not ever
want to get married, Cece,

but I wouldn't do anything
to break one up. Ever.

Okay.

[♪]

We've picked up
their trail!

Why don't you
yell a little louder?

Let the whole northern
hemisphere know where we are.

Look.

[Snap, whoosh, thud]

[Cries out]

Get it off me!

[Groaning]: Oh!
Don't leave me here!

The bears'll
eat my eyes out.

[Groaning]

[Cries out]

Bull's-eye.

City-girl's still got it.

[♪]

[♪]

Hey there.
How's it going?

Uh...

[♪]

Think I threw my back out
on that last dance.

Slipped right off
the damn pole.

Here, let me rub it.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah. Oh...

Lower.

Little lower.
Yeah, right there.

You've got
hands of gold, girl.

Thanks, babe.

Ah... oh...

You guys, relax here.

I'm going to hike up
a little higher,

get a better vantage point.

[♪]

I never get tired
of this place.

[Speaks in tlicho]

You remembered.

I'd never forget
the secret password.

I got straight- "A" s.

Yeah? That's great.

Made captain of
the volleyball team, too.

Mom and dad
would be happy.

We, uh, we had
some good times with them

out here, didn't we?

Hunting, trapping,
fishing.

[Tearing up]:
I miss them.

Me too.

But we have each other.

You know?

You can't go to jail!

Look, I'm not...
I'm not gonna go to jail.

It's caribou season.

[Laughs]

Come on. Still got
lots of hunting to do.

[♪]

I'm gonna get you
some more willow.

And, no, I don't need
you to come with me.

I'll be fine.

[♪]

Oh... careful.

Coffee?

I'll have
what they're having.

Uh, champagne is for
our first-class passengers only.

Nothing first-class about riding
in this beast, honey.

You got that right!

[Passengers laughing]

Come on, pour some bubbly
for our new friends here.

Where're
you fellows heading?

Fort McPherson.

So are we.

Outstanding.

Here's to
the colourful north.

[Women giggling]

[Panting]

My little sister's
growing up.

It happens.

See any sign
of the hunters?

No.

Where is Caitlin?

She went to
get some willow.

She's... been gone
a long time, actually.

[Pete, shouting]:
Hey, pilot!

I've got the girl!
I want a pilot, now!

Wait! They see you alive,
they'll kill you and Caitlin.

It's me they want.

If anything happens to her...

I'll take care of her.
I promise.

By the time
we get to the plane,

Mel will have
radioed for help.

Just lie low,

and don't do
anything stupid.

[♪]

Where's
the other pilot?

He sprained his ankle
a few miles back.

We left him there.

You better not be lying.

Any surprises,
the girl eats a bullet.

No surprises.

Start walking.

[♪]

[♪]

[Men groaning]

Hands behind your back!

Get your hands
behind your back!

[Relieved chuckle]

[♪]

So, we'll see you
at the club?

Yeah! Front row.

Hope you recognize us
with our clothes off.

We'll do our best.

[Paper rustling]

For your services.

Thanks.

May... may I ask

what kind of
services you provided?

It's all in how
you pop the cork, Dev.

Ah.

[Mel]: Yeah,
I'd really appreciate it

if you'd figure out
what these guys were up to.

We flew 'em up here
and look what we end up with.

What?

Thought you were going kamikaze

when the plane was
barrelling down on us.

Still got a few tricks
up my sleeve.

I'm sure you do!

Hey, get going before
this storm gets worse.

You okay?

Do you think
he's going to be okay,

living out here
all by himself?

Nelson's got the land,
the animals...

[Speaks in tlicho]

[♪]

♪ Oh, Lord
I lost you ♪

♪ I held you tight ♪

♪ oh, I will hold on
to your love in the night ♪

♪ and the black sky will come
before our eyes ♪

♪ oh, I... ♪

♪ let's lie down
in the basement tonight... ♪

See you guys later.

Heading over to the jail
to visit your friends?

I don't have
any friends in jail.

Ran into a couple of
hunters up north.

Said they somehow
lost their guide.

Didn't have a clue
where he went.

Not the first time an Indian
got lost in the bush.

Didn't say anything
about him being an Indian.

Well, who else would
be guiding up there?

One of my pilots
found a busted-up rifle

and a trail of blood
that led to the edge a cliff.

Hundred feet straight down
to the river.

What do you think's
at the bottom of it?

I don't know.

I'm guessing
some pretty big trout.