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[Narrator] 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!

(gun fires)

[Reporter] A second murder
victim has been found.

You can come up and visit me
in Jackson River.

(Caitlin speaks Indigenous
language)

(tense music) (Nelson panting)

(gun fires)

(plane engine roaring)

How much longer?

Almost there.

You gotta be a little excited.

When's the last time you seen
your brother?

Six months ago.

I don't know why he couldn't
just come down for a visit.

Hunting season.

It's kinda cool that he's taking over

your dad's guiding outfit.

Whatever.

Man, it's beautiful here.

You miss it?

Not exactly the mall.

Wait, you'd rather hunt 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.

(plane engine roaring)

It's about time!

We've been stuck in this bug
infested hellhole 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.

Something must have happened.

What if he's hurt?

We got a connecting flight to
catch in Yellowknife,

so let's get this bird in the air.

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 'bout
you crank up that engine

and get us outta here pronto?

There's only one flight to Vancouver,

doesn't leave until seven.

You'll get there in time.

Loreen, it's Bobby here.

Slight change of plans.

(man groans)

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 trapper's cabin.

It's halfway to the hunting grounds.

How far?

A couple of miles.

Lead the way.

Two more hours in this
stinkin' armpit.

What are you doin'?

(ominous music)

Can't take a chance of those
two finding anything.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

Helicopter bookings are out of control.

We need more pilots who can fly
the thing.

[Mel] 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.

(somber music)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yeah, Mel Ivarson.

Just wondered 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?

No, 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.

(suspenseful music)

(Caitlin panting)

(Caitlin sighs)

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.

(man grunts)

Shit.

(mud squelching)

Hey, bit of a soaker here.

(mud squelching)

(man grunts)

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

Pretty sweet.

Extremely well built. - 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
fling-wings.

I'm up for the challenge.

Are you getting cute?

I think I can work with that.

[Kirby] Okay, I think I can work

with you working with that.

(Alex laughs)

Sorry, that was, I don't even
know what I meant by that.

So do you have an email, or?

(Caitlin speaks Indigenous
language)

(flies buzzing)

It's a welcome mat, for the bears.

I forgot about those.

(flies buzzing)

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 just lost track of
time, just breathe.

Do you have a map?

[Caitlin] 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.

No need to let me know when
you'll be back.

[Cece] Have you ever been
married?

No, 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 wanna break up either, is
it?

It's unfortunate that Hailey and Kirby

are going through some difficult times.

I didn't know.

Well, now you know.

[Man] Aren't we expecting that
carbon now?

There's like a million acres
of land up 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.

(tense music)

Do you have a gun in the
cabin?

Why?

Do you have a gun?

Nelson must have it.

We gotta get out of here.

Bobby, what's going on?

They followed us.

[Caitlin] Who?

Go on, hurry, get out.

(intense music)

(man screams)

(suspenseful music)

(both panting)

What's going on?

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?

(somber music)

(water lapping)

(buckle clicks)

(eerie music)

(electronics whirring)

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Possible fire in our electrical system.

Everyone buckled in back there?

This is it.

(intense music)

(gentle guitar music)

(plane engine roaring)

[Mel] This is flight 178, over.

Mel?

[Mel] I'm picking up the hunters.

Good, over and out.

[Mel] Loreen?

Hello?

Loreen, you there?

(plane engine roaring)

(upbeat music)

■ If I stare into space ■

■ If I get on the sky chain ■

■ But on my knees ■

■ I'll find my place ■

(plane engine roaring)

Hurry up, we're gonna lose
'em.

Who the hell leaves a nailed
up board

layin' on the ground?

Now I know how Jesus felt, times
100 nails.

Wait up?

Dead fall is freshly broken.

Rocks are 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.

Mauser 306.

(ominous music)

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!

(ominous music)

(Nelson gasps)

He's alive!

Caitlin's here, too.

[Caitlin] Nelson.

(Nelson grunting)

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 gotta go.

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?

(Nelson groans)

Is it something to do with Zach
Ward?

Look, 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, okay?

You killed him.

What about the biker?

Yeah.

[Bobby] Figured.

[Nelson] Caitlin.

Cait.

(Nelson groans)

(gentle music)

Here we go.

(plane engine roaring)

We've gotta 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 gotta keep moving.

We can head back along Pine Ridge.

It's a pretty rugged track.

You got a better plan?

Let's get outta here.

Hey, you okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

I just found out you killed two people.

(flies buzzing)

[Man] Howdy.

Oh, gave me a bit of a start there.

How's the hunting?

Oh, saw a couple caribou a few
miles back.

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

[Man] Been here long?

A couple days.

Came up from Edmonton to bag
myself a northern buck.

You seen a Native guy and girl
in 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?

(flies buzzing)

Oh.

That is damned sweet.

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

Well gentlemen, happy hunting.

We've gotta get to the pilot
and girl, fast.

■ I gave up my struggles ■

■ And I'm sipping that wine,
yeah ■

Brand new friggin' helicopter,

and already it's breakin' down.

That 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?

Heh, 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."

Heh, that guy was a grave robber.

Nothing sophisticated about that,

just plain screwy if you ask me.

Glitches happen, old or new.

Gotta keep up with the times, Cec.

Pretty soon, these DC-3s are
gonna be

on their way to the aviation graveyard.

This machine has been in the air

since before World War freakin'
Two

and it's still goin' strong.

You should maybe actually fly in one

before you start flappin' your
jaws.

(country music)

[Kirby] So, did you figure out
your problem?

Here's the thing about
helicopters, Kirby.

Sometimes you gotta dig a little deeper

to find the solution.

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 kinda 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.

Originated at 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 'em in one of the planes.

Great.

(birds chirping)

(Bobby panting)

You okay?

Just, need a minute.

What are you doing?

Making moccasins.

Here, put these over your shoes.

Muffles the sound, doesn't leave
big prints.

Cool.

Hey look, I'm slowing you guys
down, okay?

Just keep walking, and I'll
catch up later.

All right, 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 trying to give you some-

If you had 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 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.

(plane engine roaring)

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- - Let me guess.

You're out of wine, too?

Yeah, lots of thirsty
customers lately, so.

Why don't you just tell us
what you do have?

Champagne?

Just pour, Stockholm.

(Astrid speaks foreign language)

Well, 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 color.

Well, perhaps you don't look
that much like her after all.

Okay, look.

I'm sorry the Arslens are giving
you a hard time,

but we promised them a first
class ride

and we've gotta give 'em one.

(Astrid sighs)

(Astrid speaks foreign language)

I'm gonna believe that last one
meant, no problem.

I would most definitely not
bet money on that.

(both chuckle)

(somber music)

Wow.

Haven't been here in years.

Hey, password?

Everything seemed a lot bigger
when we were kids.

Here.

Indian aspirin.

(Nelson speaks Indigenous
language)

(cloth tearing)

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 wanna put you in danger.

Look, Caitlin, they were gonna
kill Mel.

Get up.

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.

(emotional music)

(Caitlin crying)

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.

(flies buzzing)

(twigs snap)

Some Indian you are.

Been following your tracks for a mile.

Get dressed in the dark this
morning?

Yeah.

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.

(suspenseful music)

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.

(ominous music)

(gun fires) (intense music)

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, what the hell?

(gun fires)

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Gun, get the gun.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

What's wrong with you?

My scope's off.

Well, maybe you need glasses.

Just saying, lot of old people
need 'em.

(tense music)

(twigs snapping)

Whoa, hey.

How's the shoulder?

Mel, what are you doing here?

Damn city hunters will shoot
at anything that moves.

We gotta 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.

Lead 'em right to it, and away
from the plane.

Might buy us some time.

Make it work.

Wait, but where are you going?

The plane.

(plane engine roaring)

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 wanna climb or descend.

Little choppy, eh?

Looks like you're gonna get
your training lesson

on the DC-3 after all.

Go tell Cec we've lost elevator control.

Excellent.

Mechanics are weird.

Yeah, you might wanna tell
that chick pilot

that she can fly above the turbulence.

Yeah, maybe she forgot the directions.

(both chuckling)

(man sneezes)

My nose is running like a tap.

My eyes feel like they've been
clawed out.

I have bug bites on-

Shut up.

(twig snaps) (man groans)

(man laughs)

Oh, what the hell?

Oh, it smells like someone died
in there.

Oh, I think you fell in one of
them caribou beds

the kid warned us about.

You mind standing downwind?

(man retches)

One more word, and I'm gonna
put a bullet in your head.

Oh, go ahead, fire away.

Put me out of my misery.

(twigs snapping)

What was that?

Probably the damn caribou coming
back to take a nap.

Why don't you stay and spoon
with her?

(man spits)

(plane engine roaring)

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 the DC-3.

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

Better move aside before we run
out of gas.

Hold that.

Okay.

All you gotta do

is you split the cable down six
or eight inches.

You make a loop with one piece,

and then you just counter wrap
the other one.

And that

will get you home.

(suspenseful music)

(Bobby grunting)

(plane engine roaring)

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.

(man sighs)

Seriously, a stopover?

When the hell are we getting
to Fort McPherson?

Soon!

But first, dinner is served.

What the hell are these?

Caribou medallions.

Loreen's auntie homemade 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 a
roasted chicken breast?

Peanut butter sandwich, some
pretzels?

More champagne?

Yes.

Okay, here we, ooh.

Ah, oh geez!

Yeah, quick,
ay-yay-yay-yay-yay.

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.

At least you're good at something.

(both laugh)

And you can take these moose thingies,

and your crap champagne, and
toss 'em out the plane.

Okay.

For your information,

these medallions are a highly

sought after delicacy in the north,

and they are not moose, they are caribou.

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.

Treat people with respect!

Yeah, no, that's probably,
thank you.

This'll be fine.

This

is kinda like

lacing up the kids' skates.

Okay, now.

That is what we call aircraft liposuction.

Just suck the slack right out.

Okay.

That's bloody amazing, eh?

Wow, talk about pressure.

This isn't pressure.

Christmas shopping for seven
kids, that's pressure.

How long have you been
married?

25 years.

Wow.

[Cece] It's a lotta hard work.

Yeah, I might not ever wanna
get married, Cec.

But, I wouldn't do anything to
break one up, ever.

We're good.

We picked up the trail!

Why don't you yell a little
louder?

Let the whole northern
hemisphere know where we are.

Look.

(intense music)

(man grunts)

Get it off me!

Don't leave me here.

Bears will eat my eyes out.

(man groans)

Bullseye.

City girl's still got it.

(men groaning) - Get it off me.

(plane engine rumbling)

(plucky music)

Hey there, how's it going?

Think I threw my back out on
that last dance.

Slipped right off the damn pole.

Here, let me rub it. - Ah, thanks.

Yeah.

Lower.

Little lower.

Yeah, right there.

You've got hands of gold, girl.

Thanks, babe.

(woman moaning)

You guys relax here.

I'm gonna hike up a little higher,

get a better vantage point.

(emotional music)

I never get tired of this place.

(Caitlin speaks Indigenous
language)

You remembered.

I'd never forget the secret password.

I got straight As.

Yeah?

That's great.

Made captain of the volleyball
team, too.

Mom and Dad would be happy.

We had some good times with them
out here, didn't we?

Hunting, trapping, fishing.

I miss them.

Me too.

But, we have each other, no?

You can't go to jail.

Look, I'm not gonna go to jail.

It's caribou season, 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?

We'll have what they're
having.

Champagne is for our first
class passengers only.

Nothing first class about
riding in this beast, honey.

You got that right.

(passengers laugh)

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

[Woman] Where you fellas
headed?

Fort McPherson.

So are we.

Outstanding.

Here's to the colorful north.

(Bobby sighs)

My little sister's growing up.

It happens.

See any sign of the hunters?

No.

Where's Caitlin?

She went to get some willow.

She's been gone a long time, actually.

[Man] 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.

(tense music)

[Man] 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.

[Bobby] No surprises.

Start walking.

(plane engine roaring)

(men grunting)

Hands behind your back.

Get your hands behind your back!

(plane engine roaring)

So, we'll see you at the club?

Yeah, front row.

Hope you recognize us with our
clothes off.

We'll do our best.

For your services.

Thanks.

May I ask what kind of
services you provided?

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

I'd really appreciate it if
you'd check out

what these guys are up to.

'Cause we pull 'em out here,

and look what we end up with,
just saying.

What?

Thought you were going kamikaze

when the plane was barreling
down on us.

Still got a few tricks up my sleeve.

I'm sure you do.

Hey, get goin' before this
storm gets worse.

[Bobby] You okay?

You think he's gonna be okay,

living out here all by himself?

Nelson's got the land, animals.

(Bobby speaks Indigenous
language)

(gentle guitar music)

■ 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 I rise oh I ■

■ Let's lie down in the basement
tonight ■

See you guys later.

(engine rumbling)

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 of a cliff,

100 feet straight down to the river.

What do you think is at the
bottom of it?

I don't know.

I'm guessing some pretty big trout.

(engine rumbles)

■ Lie down in the basement
tonight ■

(tense music)