Arctic Air (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Rites of Passage - full transcript
Previously on Arctic Air...
Nearly 40 years
I've been a pilot.
How did we get so old?
He's not my dad.
He's a sperm donor.
This is what complicated
feels like?
You gonna end up hurting her?
Trying not to.
You want my company? It's yours.
The two of you.
And good friggin' luck.
Riopelle Valley's
straight ahead.
Can't believe I'm gonna miss
the paintball party tomorrow.
Paintball will still be
there when we get back.
Four days.
That's right.
Four directions, four
seasons, four elements...
Hey!
Connor...
We're going out on the land
to connect with mother earth.
That's my phone!
And in four days, you
will get it back.
Does it get any better?
Like old times.
Krista Ivarson
holding for Rachel.
Clear skies...
Two-day supply run
down the valley...
Krista Ivarson. Arctic Air.
And a daughter who
wouldn't notice
if I morphed into a
giant alien frog.
Ah, Rachel. Hi, it's Krista.
I just wanted to talk to you
about the line of credit.
I was...
Rachel, I'm losing you! Ra...
Oh... argh!
I can't believe this.
Ribbit.
My dad brought me here
when I was Connor's age.
Yeah, I remember.
And how pissy were you?
Hey!
I wasn't pissy at all.
Okay, but I wasn't that bad.
You guys'll work it out.
All right, I'll make sure the
delivery gets to the store.
You and Krista
need to get going,
if you want to stay on schedule.
Hey, not so fast. Don't
forget this one.
Guard it with your life.
Most expensive rice
in the country.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, hello?
Didn't I tell you once?
You wanna buy something,
you show me the money.
Yeah, away you go, now.
Don't just be hanging around.
Here, let me help you with that.
That should be it.
Okay.
So, from Vancouver, eh?
Someone was telling me you're
the fella from Vancouver.
That mainly was a detour.
Yeah?
I'm from Ontario, myself.
Transferred out here,
like, three weeks ago,
and on some happy day real soon,
I'll be transferring back.
Maybe give it a few months. The
north gets into your blood.
Yeah, I dunno.
Sudbury's about as far
north as I like it.
All right, let's go
through the list.
We'll get a quick bite to
eat before we go, okay?
Set up camp before dark.
Hang on...
That, uh... the burlap sack.
The one you said... you know.
I put it over there.
Where?
Connor, did you move it?
The sack of rice?
No.
A sack of rice. So what?
That's where we stashed
the money for the ATM.
$50,000!
You put 50,000 bucks
in a sack of rice?
Arctic Air has the contract.
That's how we
transfer it up here.
There are no armored trucks.
It's not back here.
A burlap sack doesn't
get up and walk away.
Holy crap, buddy.
50 thou.
Are you sure you didn't move it?
Don't blame me.
Hey... that woman...
Um, Etta... something.
One of those bush-Indians.
"Bush-Indians?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She was right here,
two minutes ago.
And she was hanging
around here last week,
and that time, two kilos
of flour walked off.
All right, I'll go.
I'll pick up her tracks.
Connor, you stay here
and wait for me.
I don't want to...
Etta!
Etta!
Etta!
We're half an hour
past Riopelle Valley.
Hope the porcelain thrones
are in one piece.
Roger that, Loreen.
Flush toilets are flying
to Wolverine creek.
Uh, Loreen?
I've been playing phone tag
with Rachel at the bank.
Can this wait until tomorrow?
Well, it's about restructuring
our line of credit
to cover two million
dollars' worth
of Search and Rescue equipment,
so I'd say it's almost as
important as the toilets.
I'm on it.
Oh, and listen,
latest forecast is
for serious weather,
a front moving down
from the high arctic.
Strong winds, and 40-below.
We'll be fine.
And so will the line of credit.
Come on, a DC-3
strapped to your ass,
the whole damned north
stretching out...
So enjoy it!
And stop obsessing over
the business crap.
It was the bush-Indian.
Had to be. Scooped up
the money and ran.
Who puts 50 grand
in a bag of rice?
There's the thing.
I mean, you gotta ask yourself,
what sort of an idiot
thought that one up?
My dad did, actually.
He's not an idiot.
Yeah. Yeah, right, yeah.
No offense.
And "Bush-Indian?"
You think maybe that's
a little bit racist?
Uh, stealing 50 grand...
you think maybe that's
kind of illegal?
And while you're at it,
you planning on paying
for that chocolate bar?
The one you slipped
into your pocket?
I did not.
Yeah, you did.
Just a minute ago, when you
thought I wasn't watching.
I didn't steal anything!
Turn 'em out.
Your pockets, chief.
Turn 'em out.
Oh. No harm, no foul.
Hey! Hey!
Your dad said to wait here.
It's like talking to the cat.
Loreen!
I have made up the schedule.
That's great. What schedule?
Your slot is at 9:30 A.M.
The charity calendar.
For the northern pilots' fund.
Mm-hmm, it will be lots of fun,
and it's for an excellent cause,
and it's not like there's
actually nudity at all.
Because there will be props
covering up your bits.
And it's gonna be tasteful.
'Kay, and sexy.
And I will be taking
the photographs, so...
Astrid?
I'm all for helping
out the pilots.
Yes! I knew I could
count on you!
But I wouldn't be caught dead.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is totally on Arctic Air.
According to the contract,
they are on the hook
until the cash is signed for.
Did you find her?
She's travelling too fast.
And I'm a little rusty
on my snowshoes.
I'll need to borrow
a snowmobile.
Uh, you want my advice? I'd
leave it till morning.
No, we still have an
hour before dark.
Yeah, and there's serious
weather coming in.
Besides, people know
where she lives.
Yeah, Etta Johnny?
Yeah, she has a cabin,
her and her kids,
out on the other
end of Det'o Lake.
Someone needs to call the cops.
No, not yet.
Do you think she really
knew what she was stealing?
Uh, 50 grand? I'd start there.
This is someone who
lives on the land.
What's she going
to do with money?
She probably thought she
was taking a bag of food.
Uh, it's still theft.
And we don't need anybody
else out there, either.
I'll deal with this, all right?
Where's Connor?
Uh, he, um...
I thought I caught
him shoplifting.
What?
It was an honest mistake.
Anyways, he stomped out.
I tried to stop him, but I
figured he went after you.
My son is out there?
And there's a blizzard coming?
I guess you must have
missed him, coming back.
I'm gonna need your snowmobile.
Now!
Connor!
Connor!
Mel Ivarson.
Looking good, you old bugger.
By the time I've had a
steak and a hot rum,
I'll be damned
near irresistible.
Well, the truck'll be here
in a couple of minutes.
I'll help you with
the unloading.
Great, uh, and we should
probably refuel tonight,
get a jump on tomorrow morning.
That might be a problem.
- We're out of Avgas.
- Don't tell me that.
It's the 21st century. Who
is still flying DC-3s?
I am.
With any luck, we should have
a shipment here by... Monday,
but...
I don't believe it.
We get beauty and the beast?
So good to see you, honey!
Klassen?
Yeah, I'm at the south
side of the lake.
I can see his tracks
heading over the ice.
Well, you know, it's
gonna be dark soon,
and that storm warning's
still in the forecast.
You don't want to be
out there much longer.
Yeah, well, the weather
isn't bad yet.
Anyway, I've got camping gear.
You'll either see us in an
hour or in the morning.
Fine, just make sure you
come back with the money.
And hey, hey... don't
wreck my machine.
Hello? Hello?
Connor!
Bobby?
Connor!
I've been looking
all over for you.
Look out!
Connor! Stay there!
Aah!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Take my hand!
Stay away!
It's not safe.
I don't care!
Keep away!
Please!
Here.
Mom put this in my
pack just in case.
We're gonna be okay.
We can't stay here at night.
All our stuff's in the lake.
We'll manage.
How?
My phone. Do you still have it?
Here, let me.
If it works, we can
call for help.
What the hell were you thinking?
I told you to stay in the store!
I was trying to find you.
Everyone bailed on me.
Every last one...
Except you and Blake.
Well then, it will just
be the Three Musketeers.
I can't do a calendar
with three people, Dev.
What about the
other nine months?
You can tell a lot
about a person
by how loyal their friends are.
Astrid...
I asked them to give
up one Saturday, Dev.
One Saturday morning!
For charity!
We did a calendar
like this in Sweden,
and it was a huge success.
Well, perhaps this is
something to consider.
What?
Perhaps not everyone
shares your Swedish...
sensibility...
about nudity.
Nudity is healthy and natural.
Of course.
But some people might feel...
you know... differently...
About posing naked
in a calendar.
Which people?
You know, people. Other people.
Not myself.
Though I can see the argument.
A question of values.
Are you bailing on me, too?
No! Of course not!
All I am saying...
What are you saying, Dev?
I'm saying that...
that I love you.
And I will talk to them.
I will fix this.
Good job with starting the fire.
Wasn't hard. I had matches.
If I had that sack of rice,
I could get my phone
working, too.
Darcy mears dropped his phone
in the lake last summer.
His mom dried it out with rice.
Well, if we had
that sack of rice,
we wouldn't be here right now.
This is hopeless.
Your feet?
They're starting to thaw.
But it's not that bad.
Don't lie.
Okay.
They hurt, and it's going
to get a lot worse.
You were the one
who wanted to come out
here in the first place.
I know.
I would have stayed at the
store, like you said,
but...
I'm not blaming
you for anything.
I'm going to need
your help, Connor.
First, I need you to collect
more wood, for the fire.
Then we need to build
a shelter, a quinzee.
I don't know how to
build a quinzee.
But I do.
And I'll show you how to do it.
Winner flies the plane tomorrow.
You're on.
You might as well
give up right now.
This might be easier.
I'll admit, you've
still got the touch.
Now, Silas...
Silas was the one who
could really shoot pool.
There was this one time...
must have been '77, '78,
and he was flying a couple
hunters up the Deh Cho.
Halfway through the trip,
he tells them he needs
to make a pit-stop.
So he lands on this
little sandspit,
hands off beads
and sewing needles
to an elder who
lives off the grid.
The hunters couldn't believe it.
Silas says...
"Priorities."
We always saw things
the same way.
So that's what this
trip is about?
This trip is about spending
time with my daughter.
'Kay, right.
Okay, go ahead. Come on.
Get it off your chest.
You decided to start up a
Search and Rescue division.
I didn't stand in your way.
Because you gave me your
shares of the company.
Yes, I did.
And now you're having
second thoughts.
I'm questioning the priorities,
the resources we're
pouring into this.
Silas understood.
It's about trips like
this, right now...
supply runs to the communities.
Nothing high-tech, nothing sexy.
Just totally crucial
to people's lives.
That's the foundation
of Arctic Air.
Yeah, I agree.
And a foundation is
something you build on.
No, what I'm trying to say...
You didn't want the
responsibility,
but you do want control.
This isn't about me.
It's about Arctic Air.
It's about making decisions
that are right for the company.
- That's what I'm trying to do.
- Well, then you need to...
And you need to
trust me to do it.
Otherwise...
I don't really know
where we go from here.
Figured I'd find
you two in here.
Mel, Krista, this is George.
Just arrived from Deer Lake.
Drove eight hours in
a car with no heat,
just in time to miss
the one and only flight
to Tsiigehtchic.
Wow, I'm sorry,
we're not exactly going to...
Yeah, but George is.
At least, that's where he's
supposed to be going...
'Cause, um...
that's where his wedding is...
tomorrow.
Once it's built,
we'll need to poke
the sticks into it.
That way, you'll know
where the walls are
when you start digging it out.
We don't even have
sleeping bags.
Trust me.
Our people have been doing
this for thousands of years.
"Our" people?
We're lucky. We come
from good Dene stock.
Hunters and trappers who've
lived through nights
colder than this.
My dad and I built a
quinzee together,
the time he took
me out on the land
to kill my first caribou.
Yeah, you told me.
And I'll tell you
something else.
Two years ago,
I was in a worse
situation than this.
Plane went down, my
friend was hurt.
I didn't believe I
could get us through.
I called my dad, your ehtsee,
to help me that time.
Your dad died before I was born.
When I called, he came.
Not the way I expected
it, but he came.
Would you just stop it?
I'm going for help.
No, you're not.
Connor! You...
You can't even walk.
You could die out here,
telling me stupid stories
about old Indians and ghosts.
We're not gonna die.
And those are our stories.
Your stories. Not mine.
You're my son.
You got my mom pregnant.
That doesn't make
you my real dad.
Connor...
I'm not an Indian!
Not an Indian?
What's that supposed to mean?
My mom's half-white,
half Filipino.
And my real dad? He's white.
Yeah, well, David was
the one who was there.
Doesn't matter who raised you.
It's in your blood.
- And I'm not like them.
- Like who?
Those kids who sniff gasoline.
Those losers who stagger
around town, drunk.
Do you see me doing that?
Or Loreen, or Caitlin?
Maybe it's because
we know who we are.
You can't know who you are
unless you know where
you come from.
That's what my dad
used to tell me.
That's why he always took me out
on the land every chance he got.
Yeah, you're so proud
of being an Indian.
Yeah, I am.
So why'd you leave
all those years?
Go down south to be a white guy?
I was still Dene when
I was in Vancouver.
Sure, I was wearing
the expensive suits,
but I still got called "chief."
Look, I know what it feels like
to be followed around in a store
because of the
colour of your skin,
or being called "Tonto"
or "toboggan" in school.
I get it, okay?
But I had two parents who
were proud of who they were.
I'm sorry that I wasn't there
to share that with you.
I'm trying to do that now.
Well, maybe I don't want you to.
Look, Connor...
come sit by me for
a few minutes.
Please.
Naaka.
The northern lights.
My dad would tell me
if I whistled at them,
they'd come down
and take me away.
Haven't whistled at
them to this day.
It's just solar winds
carrying cosmic dust.
I love Astrid.
But she is from Sweden,
land of the naked blonde.
And I am from India,
land of many wraps
and covered bodies.
You see what I am saying?
There is a cultural
disconnection here.
Plus the kama sutra.
What?
India has the kama sutra.
It's basically a sex manual.
It is not a sex manual.
Have you read it?
The kama sutra is a guide to
virtuous and gracious living.
It describes 63 different
sex positions.
Yes, it offers wisdom
on the nature of love,
but also on family
and other aspects pertaining
to spiritual matters.
And it does not contain 63
different sexual positions.
Buddy, I counted.
There are 64.
Are you sure?
I am very sure.
Which one did I miss?
I don't want to know about
which one you missed.
What I need to know is, what
am I supposed to do now?
I gave Astrid my word!
Well, I mean, you
could try keeping it.
You did a good job.
I'm proud of you.
I don't see how that thing's
gonna keep us warm.
I was 10 years old when I
built my first quinzee,
and I thought the roof
was going to cave in,
so my dad decided to
jump on top of it
and do a little dance.
Like you're gonna do that.
I'll be able to walk
by tomorrow morning.
And if you can't?
Someone will come looking.
What was he like?
Your ehtsee?
He was a quiet guy.
But when he said something,
you paid attention.
And he had the best laugh...
it came right from his gut.
And your mom?
She was a feisty one.
Wouldn't take crap from anybody.
But...
underneath, she
was a big softie.
She would hug me and your
auntie deanna so tight,
we could hardly breathe.
We would go to school
with lipstick marks
on our cheeks.
Mom still tries that on me.
At least she doesn't wear
bright red lipstick.
It's my fault we're
stuck out here.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Would you stop saying that?
We've got a fire and
we've got shelter.
First thing tomorrow...
If they're not here
tomorrow morning,
I'm going for help.
No, you're not.
You're gonna stay
right here with me.
I'm serious.
So am I.
Not gonna have my son
walking into a blizzard.
See what I'm saying?
Loads of crap all the
way to Tsiigehtchic.
We fly in crap all the time.
That's what I told George.
The Ivarsons, they
fly in anything.
Assuming we have the
fuel to get there.
So... do we?
It'll be close because
of the headwinds,
but...
Yeah, we should have enough
to make it to Tsiigehtchic.
The forecast says the
front's bringing
a temperature inversion.
_
_
We'll get up and down before
the worst of it hits.
That's your decision?
Wheels up in 10.
Connor?
Connor!
Connor!
We're at 7,000 feet.
We'll hit clear sky soon.
An inversion layer
doesn't go on forever.
That's what we
said at 5,000 feet
and the temperature
is starting to drop.
We're fine.
George?
How you doing?
Good morning.
One coffee, black.
One blueberry scone.
The answer's still no.
We have reconceived
the calendar.
Nudity is no longer involved.
Is this a day old?
It's a little stale.
Fully clothed.
An evening gown.
What's the catch?
No, no. No catch.
You are January.
You are cold, but
unbearably beautiful.
You are nothing like the
Loreen we see each day.
What's wrong with...?
And all over the
north, jaws will drop.
Astrid's okay with this?
You changed my calendar
without even asking?
The problem is solved.
You call this supporting me?
Astrid, please.
Your calendar in Sweden was a
very different proposition.
It was beautiful.
It was naked Swedes.
This was naked Arctic
Air employees...
naked Devs and Ceces.
You had no right.
And it would have
been naked Astrid!
With everyone staring
at you, and...
You were raised with
certain values.
But so was I...
and I can't help being who I am.
You're an idiot.
However, I am your idiot.
10,000 feet.
I can read gauges, same as you.
Well, then check the wings.
We're starting to ice up.
We need to make a decision.
Daisy, this is Mel Ivarson.
Do you read?
Fort Seymour, this
is Arctic Air.
Can you read?
You're starting to crackle
and pop, but I can hear you.
Go ahead.
We're still in wet air.
Any reports on how
high this goes?
Negative, Mel.
Haven't heard. What's
your current altitude?
The altitude's not a problem,
but we need to find dry air
before clear ice has
a chance to form.
I'm starting to lose you, Mel.
Do you read me?
Mel?
Two choices.
There's dry air farther down,
and dry air farther up.
The plane's only
licensed to 12,000 feet.
I've flown at 13.
An unpressurized cabin,
and we don't have
any oxygen masks.
And those wings will keep icing
until we're out
of the inversion.
If I had to bet my life?
We're closer to
dry air going up.
We keep climbing.
Welcome to the Sahara.
What did I tell you?
13,000 feet. How are
you holding up?
Never better. How about you?
I'm okay, so far.
Check on the groom.
Make sure we haven't
frozen him to death.
Connor!
Connor!
Bobby!
Bobby?
Dad?
Ehtsee...
Please help me.
Grandpa?
Let's keep you warm.
What kind of casket do
you think I should get?
I'm thinking birch.
Leave the bark right on it.
George, where are you from?
What?
Where do you come from?
Deer Lake.
Told you all about
it last night.
Remember?
You were just talking
about caskets.
Yeah...
'Cause my fiancee's
gonna kill me
if I'm late for our wedding.
She's not big on Indian time.
Okay. False alarm.
Lack of oxygen can really
mess with your head.
George, we're getting
you to your wedding.
A little cold, but
he's doing okay.
Who is?
Our passenger.
Oh, right.
Daisy's with us. Forgot.
You mean George.
Yeah, of course.
The kid.
Mel? Look at me.
Just relax. I got this.
I think maybe I should
take the controls.
Hey, hey, a bet's a bet.
You want to be pilot?
Learn how to shoot pool.
We're at nearly 14,000 feet.
I know where we are.
So how come we're
still climbing?
Mel, I need you to listen to me.
You are not thinking clearly.
Maybe the lack of oxygen
is affecting your hearing.
I already told you, I am fine.
We are at 14,000 feet.
I need you to level off, now.
I need you to give
me the controls.
We're in the same cockpit,
breathing the same air.
It affects everybody
differently.
And I've flown at
14,000 feet before.
When you were younger!
It's your heart,
your valve problem.
You can't process oxygen
the same way you used to.
There's not a damned thing
wrong with my heart.
Dad...
Dad!
Look at me!
I'm your daughter, and
you're going to kill me.
You are going to
kill both of us.
I have never let you down.
Not even once.
So for God's sake,
don't start now.
My whole life, you have been
the best pilot in the north.
But I am younger.
And for right now, today...
I am stronger.
I need you to trust
me to do this.
Connor!
Connor!
Connor...
Then Helen comes out of nowhere.
Turns out she was
checking her trap-line.
So I said you had to
be near the lake.
Can you believe they found
you out in that blizzard?
I mean, that's
pretty cool, right?
That's pretty cool.
What money?
You were in the store.
You stole a sack of rice.
The money was inside.
Etta, I'll do what I can
to smooth this over.
I'll chuck in the rice.
But you gotta give
back the money.
The manager.
This is the same guy that said
you stole a chocolate bar.
What's going on?
Do you have a radio
phone I can use?
10,000 feet.
Headache's gone. How about you?
Engine one's running rough.
Probably ice blocking
the air-filter intake.
Controls are stiff, too.
Near -40 outside.
That'll be thickening the oil
and the hydraulic fluid.
Still have some wing ice.
Tsiigehtchic is 15 minutes away.
What do you think?
You're the pilot.
Well, the ice is screwing
with the airflow.
If I take her down now,
we could stall out.
Not if you approach with
a high enough air speed.
Safe option would be
to bypass Tsiigehtchic
and divert to Moose Bay,
although I don't know
if we have the fuel.
So make the call.
Let's get George to his wedding.
Tsiigehtchic or bust.
The runway's clear,
but your visibility's
going to be near zero,
right down to a hundred feet.
I need you to tell us the
second you see our plane.
Will do. Is there a problem?
Windows are icing on the outside
and we can't get a clear view
to see if the wheels are down.
Copy that.
Still no Greens on
the gear-down lamps.
Could be just the cold
messing with the electrics.
Or the landing gear is frozen.
You know this bird
better than anyone.
It's your decision.
And I trust you.
My decision is, I'm asking you.
The wheels are down.
Are you sure?
Nope, just telling
you what I think.
Don't be wrong.
Tsiigehtchic, we're coming in.
Copy.
200 feet.
150.
Okay, I've got you.
Landing gear is down.
Repeat, your landing
gear is down.
Now make yourself useful
and land this damned plane.
Hey, hey, hey.
You can't just walk around,
tearing my place apart.
Just doing a proper
search of a crime scene.
How many times do I
have to tell you?
The Indian woman took it.
She's probably halfway to
the arctic circle by now.
Stashed under the floorboards.
Who the hell put it there?
Why don't you tell us, Mr.
klassen?
It's your floor.
15 minutes to spare.
I'd kiss you, but I'm
gettin' married.
Thanks. For everything.
I'll go call the fuel guy.
Hey...
What I said to you up there...
I was just trying to
get you to listen.
And it worked. So
don't apologize.
These ideas you have
for the company...
a lot of them are pretty good.
Thanks.
A few of them truly suck.
I'm guessing you'll let me
know which ones are which?
I'd say that's a
safe assumption.
Dad?
You don't get to leave. Ever.
Wouldn't friggin' dream of it.
Dad?
When I was out there
in that blizzard...
I didn't think I
was gonna make it.
We were both really lucky.
I asked ehtsee for help.
It's like he heard.
Man.
As you may have heard,
Dev and I have had a few...
creative differences,
but we have reached
to a mutual decision.
I would not necessarily
call it a mutual decision.
Perhaps one that...
Carry on. Carry on.
As not everyone shares my
"Swedish sensibilities,"
I will leave it to
each one of you
to decide, as individuals,
whether you would like
to wear clothes or not.
I don't mind showing
a little skin.
Uh, yes, you do.
Excuse me?
Caitlin will wear an
astronaut's suit.
Like Astrid said,
nudity is healthy and natural.
When you're born, yes.
Says the woman who showers
in her bathing suit.
I do not!
Please, people, people...
If no one at all is comfortable
taking their clothes off,
then this is
perfectly fine, too.
We will all just
bundle up and...
Oh, what the hell.
I mean...
Who's gonna pay to see
me with my clothes on?
Cece, seriously.
No one really needs to...
Hey! Are we talking?
Or are we stripping?
Nearly 40 years
I've been a pilot.
How did we get so old?
He's not my dad.
He's a sperm donor.
This is what complicated
feels like?
You gonna end up hurting her?
Trying not to.
You want my company? It's yours.
The two of you.
And good friggin' luck.
Riopelle Valley's
straight ahead.
Can't believe I'm gonna miss
the paintball party tomorrow.
Paintball will still be
there when we get back.
Four days.
That's right.
Four directions, four
seasons, four elements...
Hey!
Connor...
We're going out on the land
to connect with mother earth.
That's my phone!
And in four days, you
will get it back.
Does it get any better?
Like old times.
Krista Ivarson
holding for Rachel.
Clear skies...
Two-day supply run
down the valley...
Krista Ivarson. Arctic Air.
And a daughter who
wouldn't notice
if I morphed into a
giant alien frog.
Ah, Rachel. Hi, it's Krista.
I just wanted to talk to you
about the line of credit.
I was...
Rachel, I'm losing you! Ra...
Oh... argh!
I can't believe this.
Ribbit.
My dad brought me here
when I was Connor's age.
Yeah, I remember.
And how pissy were you?
Hey!
I wasn't pissy at all.
Okay, but I wasn't that bad.
You guys'll work it out.
All right, I'll make sure the
delivery gets to the store.
You and Krista
need to get going,
if you want to stay on schedule.
Hey, not so fast. Don't
forget this one.
Guard it with your life.
Most expensive rice
in the country.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, hello?
Didn't I tell you once?
You wanna buy something,
you show me the money.
Yeah, away you go, now.
Don't just be hanging around.
Here, let me help you with that.
That should be it.
Okay.
So, from Vancouver, eh?
Someone was telling me you're
the fella from Vancouver.
That mainly was a detour.
Yeah?
I'm from Ontario, myself.
Transferred out here,
like, three weeks ago,
and on some happy day real soon,
I'll be transferring back.
Maybe give it a few months. The
north gets into your blood.
Yeah, I dunno.
Sudbury's about as far
north as I like it.
All right, let's go
through the list.
We'll get a quick bite to
eat before we go, okay?
Set up camp before dark.
Hang on...
That, uh... the burlap sack.
The one you said... you know.
I put it over there.
Where?
Connor, did you move it?
The sack of rice?
No.
A sack of rice. So what?
That's where we stashed
the money for the ATM.
$50,000!
You put 50,000 bucks
in a sack of rice?
Arctic Air has the contract.
That's how we
transfer it up here.
There are no armored trucks.
It's not back here.
A burlap sack doesn't
get up and walk away.
Holy crap, buddy.
50 thou.
Are you sure you didn't move it?
Don't blame me.
Hey... that woman...
Um, Etta... something.
One of those bush-Indians.
"Bush-Indians?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She was right here,
two minutes ago.
And she was hanging
around here last week,
and that time, two kilos
of flour walked off.
All right, I'll go.
I'll pick up her tracks.
Connor, you stay here
and wait for me.
I don't want to...
Etta!
Etta!
Etta!
We're half an hour
past Riopelle Valley.
Hope the porcelain thrones
are in one piece.
Roger that, Loreen.
Flush toilets are flying
to Wolverine creek.
Uh, Loreen?
I've been playing phone tag
with Rachel at the bank.
Can this wait until tomorrow?
Well, it's about restructuring
our line of credit
to cover two million
dollars' worth
of Search and Rescue equipment,
so I'd say it's almost as
important as the toilets.
I'm on it.
Oh, and listen,
latest forecast is
for serious weather,
a front moving down
from the high arctic.
Strong winds, and 40-below.
We'll be fine.
And so will the line of credit.
Come on, a DC-3
strapped to your ass,
the whole damned north
stretching out...
So enjoy it!
And stop obsessing over
the business crap.
It was the bush-Indian.
Had to be. Scooped up
the money and ran.
Who puts 50 grand
in a bag of rice?
There's the thing.
I mean, you gotta ask yourself,
what sort of an idiot
thought that one up?
My dad did, actually.
He's not an idiot.
Yeah. Yeah, right, yeah.
No offense.
And "Bush-Indian?"
You think maybe that's
a little bit racist?
Uh, stealing 50 grand...
you think maybe that's
kind of illegal?
And while you're at it,
you planning on paying
for that chocolate bar?
The one you slipped
into your pocket?
I did not.
Yeah, you did.
Just a minute ago, when you
thought I wasn't watching.
I didn't steal anything!
Turn 'em out.
Your pockets, chief.
Turn 'em out.
Oh. No harm, no foul.
Hey! Hey!
Your dad said to wait here.
It's like talking to the cat.
Loreen!
I have made up the schedule.
That's great. What schedule?
Your slot is at 9:30 A.M.
The charity calendar.
For the northern pilots' fund.
Mm-hmm, it will be lots of fun,
and it's for an excellent cause,
and it's not like there's
actually nudity at all.
Because there will be props
covering up your bits.
And it's gonna be tasteful.
'Kay, and sexy.
And I will be taking
the photographs, so...
Astrid?
I'm all for helping
out the pilots.
Yes! I knew I could
count on you!
But I wouldn't be caught dead.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is totally on Arctic Air.
According to the contract,
they are on the hook
until the cash is signed for.
Did you find her?
She's travelling too fast.
And I'm a little rusty
on my snowshoes.
I'll need to borrow
a snowmobile.
Uh, you want my advice? I'd
leave it till morning.
No, we still have an
hour before dark.
Yeah, and there's serious
weather coming in.
Besides, people know
where she lives.
Yeah, Etta Johnny?
Yeah, she has a cabin,
her and her kids,
out on the other
end of Det'o Lake.
Someone needs to call the cops.
No, not yet.
Do you think she really
knew what she was stealing?
Uh, 50 grand? I'd start there.
This is someone who
lives on the land.
What's she going
to do with money?
She probably thought she
was taking a bag of food.
Uh, it's still theft.
And we don't need anybody
else out there, either.
I'll deal with this, all right?
Where's Connor?
Uh, he, um...
I thought I caught
him shoplifting.
What?
It was an honest mistake.
Anyways, he stomped out.
I tried to stop him, but I
figured he went after you.
My son is out there?
And there's a blizzard coming?
I guess you must have
missed him, coming back.
I'm gonna need your snowmobile.
Now!
Connor!
Connor!
Mel Ivarson.
Looking good, you old bugger.
By the time I've had a
steak and a hot rum,
I'll be damned
near irresistible.
Well, the truck'll be here
in a couple of minutes.
I'll help you with
the unloading.
Great, uh, and we should
probably refuel tonight,
get a jump on tomorrow morning.
That might be a problem.
- We're out of Avgas.
- Don't tell me that.
It's the 21st century. Who
is still flying DC-3s?
I am.
With any luck, we should have
a shipment here by... Monday,
but...
I don't believe it.
We get beauty and the beast?
So good to see you, honey!
Klassen?
Yeah, I'm at the south
side of the lake.
I can see his tracks
heading over the ice.
Well, you know, it's
gonna be dark soon,
and that storm warning's
still in the forecast.
You don't want to be
out there much longer.
Yeah, well, the weather
isn't bad yet.
Anyway, I've got camping gear.
You'll either see us in an
hour or in the morning.
Fine, just make sure you
come back with the money.
And hey, hey... don't
wreck my machine.
Hello? Hello?
Connor!
Bobby?
Connor!
I've been looking
all over for you.
Look out!
Connor! Stay there!
Aah!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Take my hand!
Stay away!
It's not safe.
I don't care!
Keep away!
Please!
Here.
Mom put this in my
pack just in case.
We're gonna be okay.
We can't stay here at night.
All our stuff's in the lake.
We'll manage.
How?
My phone. Do you still have it?
Here, let me.
If it works, we can
call for help.
What the hell were you thinking?
I told you to stay in the store!
I was trying to find you.
Everyone bailed on me.
Every last one...
Except you and Blake.
Well then, it will just
be the Three Musketeers.
I can't do a calendar
with three people, Dev.
What about the
other nine months?
You can tell a lot
about a person
by how loyal their friends are.
Astrid...
I asked them to give
up one Saturday, Dev.
One Saturday morning!
For charity!
We did a calendar
like this in Sweden,
and it was a huge success.
Well, perhaps this is
something to consider.
What?
Perhaps not everyone
shares your Swedish...
sensibility...
about nudity.
Nudity is healthy and natural.
Of course.
But some people might feel...
you know... differently...
About posing naked
in a calendar.
Which people?
You know, people. Other people.
Not myself.
Though I can see the argument.
A question of values.
Are you bailing on me, too?
No! Of course not!
All I am saying...
What are you saying, Dev?
I'm saying that...
that I love you.
And I will talk to them.
I will fix this.
Good job with starting the fire.
Wasn't hard. I had matches.
If I had that sack of rice,
I could get my phone
working, too.
Darcy mears dropped his phone
in the lake last summer.
His mom dried it out with rice.
Well, if we had
that sack of rice,
we wouldn't be here right now.
This is hopeless.
Your feet?
They're starting to thaw.
But it's not that bad.
Don't lie.
Okay.
They hurt, and it's going
to get a lot worse.
You were the one
who wanted to come out
here in the first place.
I know.
I would have stayed at the
store, like you said,
but...
I'm not blaming
you for anything.
I'm going to need
your help, Connor.
First, I need you to collect
more wood, for the fire.
Then we need to build
a shelter, a quinzee.
I don't know how to
build a quinzee.
But I do.
And I'll show you how to do it.
Winner flies the plane tomorrow.
You're on.
You might as well
give up right now.
This might be easier.
I'll admit, you've
still got the touch.
Now, Silas...
Silas was the one who
could really shoot pool.
There was this one time...
must have been '77, '78,
and he was flying a couple
hunters up the Deh Cho.
Halfway through the trip,
he tells them he needs
to make a pit-stop.
So he lands on this
little sandspit,
hands off beads
and sewing needles
to an elder who
lives off the grid.
The hunters couldn't believe it.
Silas says...
"Priorities."
We always saw things
the same way.
So that's what this
trip is about?
This trip is about spending
time with my daughter.
'Kay, right.
Okay, go ahead. Come on.
Get it off your chest.
You decided to start up a
Search and Rescue division.
I didn't stand in your way.
Because you gave me your
shares of the company.
Yes, I did.
And now you're having
second thoughts.
I'm questioning the priorities,
the resources we're
pouring into this.
Silas understood.
It's about trips like
this, right now...
supply runs to the communities.
Nothing high-tech, nothing sexy.
Just totally crucial
to people's lives.
That's the foundation
of Arctic Air.
Yeah, I agree.
And a foundation is
something you build on.
No, what I'm trying to say...
You didn't want the
responsibility,
but you do want control.
This isn't about me.
It's about Arctic Air.
It's about making decisions
that are right for the company.
- That's what I'm trying to do.
- Well, then you need to...
And you need to
trust me to do it.
Otherwise...
I don't really know
where we go from here.
Figured I'd find
you two in here.
Mel, Krista, this is George.
Just arrived from Deer Lake.
Drove eight hours in
a car with no heat,
just in time to miss
the one and only flight
to Tsiigehtchic.
Wow, I'm sorry,
we're not exactly going to...
Yeah, but George is.
At least, that's where he's
supposed to be going...
'Cause, um...
that's where his wedding is...
tomorrow.
Once it's built,
we'll need to poke
the sticks into it.
That way, you'll know
where the walls are
when you start digging it out.
We don't even have
sleeping bags.
Trust me.
Our people have been doing
this for thousands of years.
"Our" people?
We're lucky. We come
from good Dene stock.
Hunters and trappers who've
lived through nights
colder than this.
My dad and I built a
quinzee together,
the time he took
me out on the land
to kill my first caribou.
Yeah, you told me.
And I'll tell you
something else.
Two years ago,
I was in a worse
situation than this.
Plane went down, my
friend was hurt.
I didn't believe I
could get us through.
I called my dad, your ehtsee,
to help me that time.
Your dad died before I was born.
When I called, he came.
Not the way I expected
it, but he came.
Would you just stop it?
I'm going for help.
No, you're not.
Connor! You...
You can't even walk.
You could die out here,
telling me stupid stories
about old Indians and ghosts.
We're not gonna die.
And those are our stories.
Your stories. Not mine.
You're my son.
You got my mom pregnant.
That doesn't make
you my real dad.
Connor...
I'm not an Indian!
Not an Indian?
What's that supposed to mean?
My mom's half-white,
half Filipino.
And my real dad? He's white.
Yeah, well, David was
the one who was there.
Doesn't matter who raised you.
It's in your blood.
- And I'm not like them.
- Like who?
Those kids who sniff gasoline.
Those losers who stagger
around town, drunk.
Do you see me doing that?
Or Loreen, or Caitlin?
Maybe it's because
we know who we are.
You can't know who you are
unless you know where
you come from.
That's what my dad
used to tell me.
That's why he always took me out
on the land every chance he got.
Yeah, you're so proud
of being an Indian.
Yeah, I am.
So why'd you leave
all those years?
Go down south to be a white guy?
I was still Dene when
I was in Vancouver.
Sure, I was wearing
the expensive suits,
but I still got called "chief."
Look, I know what it feels like
to be followed around in a store
because of the
colour of your skin,
or being called "Tonto"
or "toboggan" in school.
I get it, okay?
But I had two parents who
were proud of who they were.
I'm sorry that I wasn't there
to share that with you.
I'm trying to do that now.
Well, maybe I don't want you to.
Look, Connor...
come sit by me for
a few minutes.
Please.
Naaka.
The northern lights.
My dad would tell me
if I whistled at them,
they'd come down
and take me away.
Haven't whistled at
them to this day.
It's just solar winds
carrying cosmic dust.
I love Astrid.
But she is from Sweden,
land of the naked blonde.
And I am from India,
land of many wraps
and covered bodies.
You see what I am saying?
There is a cultural
disconnection here.
Plus the kama sutra.
What?
India has the kama sutra.
It's basically a sex manual.
It is not a sex manual.
Have you read it?
The kama sutra is a guide to
virtuous and gracious living.
It describes 63 different
sex positions.
Yes, it offers wisdom
on the nature of love,
but also on family
and other aspects pertaining
to spiritual matters.
And it does not contain 63
different sexual positions.
Buddy, I counted.
There are 64.
Are you sure?
I am very sure.
Which one did I miss?
I don't want to know about
which one you missed.
What I need to know is, what
am I supposed to do now?
I gave Astrid my word!
Well, I mean, you
could try keeping it.
You did a good job.
I'm proud of you.
I don't see how that thing's
gonna keep us warm.
I was 10 years old when I
built my first quinzee,
and I thought the roof
was going to cave in,
so my dad decided to
jump on top of it
and do a little dance.
Like you're gonna do that.
I'll be able to walk
by tomorrow morning.
And if you can't?
Someone will come looking.
What was he like?
Your ehtsee?
He was a quiet guy.
But when he said something,
you paid attention.
And he had the best laugh...
it came right from his gut.
And your mom?
She was a feisty one.
Wouldn't take crap from anybody.
But...
underneath, she
was a big softie.
She would hug me and your
auntie deanna so tight,
we could hardly breathe.
We would go to school
with lipstick marks
on our cheeks.
Mom still tries that on me.
At least she doesn't wear
bright red lipstick.
It's my fault we're
stuck out here.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Would you stop saying that?
We've got a fire and
we've got shelter.
First thing tomorrow...
If they're not here
tomorrow morning,
I'm going for help.
No, you're not.
You're gonna stay
right here with me.
I'm serious.
So am I.
Not gonna have my son
walking into a blizzard.
See what I'm saying?
Loads of crap all the
way to Tsiigehtchic.
We fly in crap all the time.
That's what I told George.
The Ivarsons, they
fly in anything.
Assuming we have the
fuel to get there.
So... do we?
It'll be close because
of the headwinds,
but...
Yeah, we should have enough
to make it to Tsiigehtchic.
The forecast says the
front's bringing
a temperature inversion.
_
_
We'll get up and down before
the worst of it hits.
That's your decision?
Wheels up in 10.
Connor?
Connor!
Connor!
We're at 7,000 feet.
We'll hit clear sky soon.
An inversion layer
doesn't go on forever.
That's what we
said at 5,000 feet
and the temperature
is starting to drop.
We're fine.
George?
How you doing?
Good morning.
One coffee, black.
One blueberry scone.
The answer's still no.
We have reconceived
the calendar.
Nudity is no longer involved.
Is this a day old?
It's a little stale.
Fully clothed.
An evening gown.
What's the catch?
No, no. No catch.
You are January.
You are cold, but
unbearably beautiful.
You are nothing like the
Loreen we see each day.
What's wrong with...?
And all over the
north, jaws will drop.
Astrid's okay with this?
You changed my calendar
without even asking?
The problem is solved.
You call this supporting me?
Astrid, please.
Your calendar in Sweden was a
very different proposition.
It was beautiful.
It was naked Swedes.
This was naked Arctic
Air employees...
naked Devs and Ceces.
You had no right.
And it would have
been naked Astrid!
With everyone staring
at you, and...
You were raised with
certain values.
But so was I...
and I can't help being who I am.
You're an idiot.
However, I am your idiot.
10,000 feet.
I can read gauges, same as you.
Well, then check the wings.
We're starting to ice up.
We need to make a decision.
Daisy, this is Mel Ivarson.
Do you read?
Fort Seymour, this
is Arctic Air.
Can you read?
You're starting to crackle
and pop, but I can hear you.
Go ahead.
We're still in wet air.
Any reports on how
high this goes?
Negative, Mel.
Haven't heard. What's
your current altitude?
The altitude's not a problem,
but we need to find dry air
before clear ice has
a chance to form.
I'm starting to lose you, Mel.
Do you read me?
Mel?
Two choices.
There's dry air farther down,
and dry air farther up.
The plane's only
licensed to 12,000 feet.
I've flown at 13.
An unpressurized cabin,
and we don't have
any oxygen masks.
And those wings will keep icing
until we're out
of the inversion.
If I had to bet my life?
We're closer to
dry air going up.
We keep climbing.
Welcome to the Sahara.
What did I tell you?
13,000 feet. How are
you holding up?
Never better. How about you?
I'm okay, so far.
Check on the groom.
Make sure we haven't
frozen him to death.
Connor!
Connor!
Bobby!
Bobby?
Dad?
Ehtsee...
Please help me.
Grandpa?
Let's keep you warm.
What kind of casket do
you think I should get?
I'm thinking birch.
Leave the bark right on it.
George, where are you from?
What?
Where do you come from?
Deer Lake.
Told you all about
it last night.
Remember?
You were just talking
about caskets.
Yeah...
'Cause my fiancee's
gonna kill me
if I'm late for our wedding.
She's not big on Indian time.
Okay. False alarm.
Lack of oxygen can really
mess with your head.
George, we're getting
you to your wedding.
A little cold, but
he's doing okay.
Who is?
Our passenger.
Oh, right.
Daisy's with us. Forgot.
You mean George.
Yeah, of course.
The kid.
Mel? Look at me.
Just relax. I got this.
I think maybe I should
take the controls.
Hey, hey, a bet's a bet.
You want to be pilot?
Learn how to shoot pool.
We're at nearly 14,000 feet.
I know where we are.
So how come we're
still climbing?
Mel, I need you to listen to me.
You are not thinking clearly.
Maybe the lack of oxygen
is affecting your hearing.
I already told you, I am fine.
We are at 14,000 feet.
I need you to level off, now.
I need you to give
me the controls.
We're in the same cockpit,
breathing the same air.
It affects everybody
differently.
And I've flown at
14,000 feet before.
When you were younger!
It's your heart,
your valve problem.
You can't process oxygen
the same way you used to.
There's not a damned thing
wrong with my heart.
Dad...
Dad!
Look at me!
I'm your daughter, and
you're going to kill me.
You are going to
kill both of us.
I have never let you down.
Not even once.
So for God's sake,
don't start now.
My whole life, you have been
the best pilot in the north.
But I am younger.
And for right now, today...
I am stronger.
I need you to trust
me to do this.
Connor!
Connor!
Connor...
Then Helen comes out of nowhere.
Turns out she was
checking her trap-line.
So I said you had to
be near the lake.
Can you believe they found
you out in that blizzard?
I mean, that's
pretty cool, right?
That's pretty cool.
What money?
You were in the store.
You stole a sack of rice.
The money was inside.
Etta, I'll do what I can
to smooth this over.
I'll chuck in the rice.
But you gotta give
back the money.
The manager.
This is the same guy that said
you stole a chocolate bar.
What's going on?
Do you have a radio
phone I can use?
10,000 feet.
Headache's gone. How about you?
Engine one's running rough.
Probably ice blocking
the air-filter intake.
Controls are stiff, too.
Near -40 outside.
That'll be thickening the oil
and the hydraulic fluid.
Still have some wing ice.
Tsiigehtchic is 15 minutes away.
What do you think?
You're the pilot.
Well, the ice is screwing
with the airflow.
If I take her down now,
we could stall out.
Not if you approach with
a high enough air speed.
Safe option would be
to bypass Tsiigehtchic
and divert to Moose Bay,
although I don't know
if we have the fuel.
So make the call.
Let's get George to his wedding.
Tsiigehtchic or bust.
The runway's clear,
but your visibility's
going to be near zero,
right down to a hundred feet.
I need you to tell us the
second you see our plane.
Will do. Is there a problem?
Windows are icing on the outside
and we can't get a clear view
to see if the wheels are down.
Copy that.
Still no Greens on
the gear-down lamps.
Could be just the cold
messing with the electrics.
Or the landing gear is frozen.
You know this bird
better than anyone.
It's your decision.
And I trust you.
My decision is, I'm asking you.
The wheels are down.
Are you sure?
Nope, just telling
you what I think.
Don't be wrong.
Tsiigehtchic, we're coming in.
Copy.
200 feet.
150.
Okay, I've got you.
Landing gear is down.
Repeat, your landing
gear is down.
Now make yourself useful
and land this damned plane.
Hey, hey, hey.
You can't just walk around,
tearing my place apart.
Just doing a proper
search of a crime scene.
How many times do I
have to tell you?
The Indian woman took it.
She's probably halfway to
the arctic circle by now.
Stashed under the floorboards.
Who the hell put it there?
Why don't you tell us, Mr.
klassen?
It's your floor.
15 minutes to spare.
I'd kiss you, but I'm
gettin' married.
Thanks. For everything.
I'll go call the fuel guy.
Hey...
What I said to you up there...
I was just trying to
get you to listen.
And it worked. So
don't apologize.
These ideas you have
for the company...
a lot of them are pretty good.
Thanks.
A few of them truly suck.
I'm guessing you'll let me
know which ones are which?
I'd say that's a
safe assumption.
Dad?
You don't get to leave. Ever.
Wouldn't friggin' dream of it.
Dad?
When I was out there
in that blizzard...
I didn't think I
was gonna make it.
We were both really lucky.
I asked ehtsee for help.
It's like he heard.
Man.
As you may have heard,
Dev and I have had a few...
creative differences,
but we have reached
to a mutual decision.
I would not necessarily
call it a mutual decision.
Perhaps one that...
Carry on. Carry on.
As not everyone shares my
"Swedish sensibilities,"
I will leave it to
each one of you
to decide, as individuals,
whether you would like
to wear clothes or not.
I don't mind showing
a little skin.
Uh, yes, you do.
Excuse me?
Caitlin will wear an
astronaut's suit.
Like Astrid said,
nudity is healthy and natural.
When you're born, yes.
Says the woman who showers
in her bathing suit.
I do not!
Please, people, people...
If no one at all is comfortable
taking their clothes off,
then this is
perfectly fine, too.
We will all just
bundle up and...
Oh, what the hell.
I mean...
Who's gonna pay to see
me with my clothes on?
Cece, seriously.
No one really needs to...
Hey! Are we talking?
Or are we stripping?