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(Transcrito por TurboScribe.ai. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) Well, Tony beats me over the moment.

Things are actually going really well.

I bought a new washing machine.

You know, them **** things are pretty slick.

It washes and it dries.

So that means you come home at night,

you throw your **** in the washing machine,

next morning you wake up, bingo, there it is,

super clean, nice and dry.

**** awesome.

See, a poor guy like me only got one set of **** pants.

Well, you may not believe that,

but I only have one **** set of pants here.

One of these days I have to buy new pants

because I'm going to run around without.

So let's get some gold out of the ground

so Tony Beats can buy a new set of pants.

King of the Klondike, Tony Beats is riding high.

Fourteen weeks in,

he's pulled in over $17 million in gold,

enough to buy a lot of pants.

My goal this season,

I'll be going for about six and a half thousand ounces.

The Indians are running 24-7,

banging away every **** day.

There's no nicer site than to have a couple of sluice plants

that's banging away, washing gravel.

All of Tony's gold is coming from his two wash plants

running 24-7 on his Indian River claim.

But at his Paradise Hill operation,

the trommel, his big money maker,

is at a standstill.

I still got to get this whole thing set up.

And youngest son, Mike,

hasn't run a yard through it all season.

If I could, I'd be in a sluice two months ago.

But my dad takes away a lot of my time

doing a lot of other ****.

Mike's whining.

He's been one step forward,

two steps back for some reason lately.

So that's certainly like the voice of my opinions,

so to speak.

I have to go down there for a couple days,

give him a hand to get going.

Hey, young lady, how are you?

I'm good. What are you doing here?

Check on the trommel.

See why it ain't **** turning.

Yeah, I know.

He's working on it and just let him be

and just let him figure it out himself.

I was kind of wondering, things are moving along here.

Can't keep supporting it, so to speak.

Got to **** go, right?

If you leave Mike to it, he will get it done.

Just let him be for now.

He has to learn somehow.

So then if I can't bother him, who else am I going to bother

around here, you?

Not me.

I'm busy, man.

Okay.

I'll go back to the Indian.

Okay, drive carefully.

Give me a shout when it starts rolling around.

Oh, I will.

Perfect. Good.

Okay.

Later, lady.

Bye.

Sometimes Mike makes a decision and Antonio rolls in

and he changes it, and that's really hard.

I mean, it would piss me off to tell you the truth.

I would like Mike to be his own boss,

have his own claims, have his own equipment,

have his own people.

That's what I would love to see, just like Kevin.

Mike really wants to impress his father,

and that's sometimes a little hard.

If everything were to go my way,

I actually will be sluicing in three days.

Mike has been battling all season to get the trommel going

with a skeleton crew.

With the maintenance completed,

he just needs to put all the parts together

and fire it up.

About time we get this conveyor in, eh?

We'll lift it over there with the pipe layer,

and we'll see if we can get that thing sitting flat and straight.

Because then once we get that in place,

all we have to do is get something to hold that hopper in,

and then this whole section is done.

To get the trommel running,

Mike first needs to install a 100-foot conveyor,

using a pipe layer to lift it into position

at the trommel's prewash.

Then, using a pair of dozers,

he'll lift and push the 30-ton hopper feeder into position,

perfectly aligning it with the conveyor.

Next, he'll connect the water pipeline,

and finally, fire up.

Up. Watch your fingers.

Spin.

Stop.

The cable just slipped along the f***ing top ring.

Walk forward a bit.

Put it down.

Okay.

How's it look on your end?

Oh, yeah, it's good. Yeah, it's lined up.

Guys, be careful. She's coming down.

Perfect.

Now we just got to drag the hopper in.

Okay, start lifting.

Excellent. Now start walking.

A little bit to your left.

Straighten out a bit.

Watch.

Stop, stop.

Now the thing's dragging in the ground.

Oh, f***.

Zach, you're going to have to lift it up a bit.

Slowly forward.

You just don't have enough height.

I got to force the issue.

Len, do you copy? Len, run up that 980.

Try to pick it up some more.

Excellent.

Now start turning to your left.

That's good.

It looks pretty f***ing straight.

Dead on.

It's nice when I can do it my way.

Celebrate your small victories,

because they're f***ing few and far in between.

Hey, Ma.

Hey.

That's a sight for sore eyes.

Yes. Went in real smooth,

both the conveyor and the f***ing hopper.

Nice. Nice, nice, nice.

This looks good. Yeah.

So when do you think you're going to sluice?

If it goes the way I planned, 3 days.

Hopper, conveyor are done.

I just got to finish off the suction, and we're done.

We're not quite getting where we need to be.

It's not going to be popular with everybody,

but I'm just thinking we're going to have to start

putting in some longer shifts.

That's the only way we're going to get to 5 weeks of sluicing,

and that's about what we're going to need.

I wish I had better news, but I know you can make it happen,

so let's f***ing do it, right?

Yep, yep, we'll try our best, and f***, we'll go from there.

You'll get it done. All right, brother.

Thanks, man. Yep.

You guys got a copy? Go ahead.

Yeah, I just spoke to Rick.

We're going to have to do about 1,800 loads a week,

because that's about 100 loads each for you boys.

Oh, f***.

At this point in the season, we've got 500 ounces of gold.

That's nowhere near our 1,800 ounces,

so we've got a long way to go,

and I'm feeling the pressure right now.

I mean, we're running out of time.

Rick Ness is trying to dig himself out of a hole

by digging the biggest hole of his life.

Three-and-a-half months into the season,

he's mined a quarter of his 1,800-ounce gold

and still has no gold coming in.

You've got a hell of a lot of dirt to move out here

when we're going that deep,

and not a whole lot of time to do it.

To get the gold flowing,

Rick and his crew are on an epic mission

to dig down 120 feet

to hit pay at the bottom of his enormous new cut, Valhalla.

And they need to do it in less than a month.

As far as I'm concerned, this is our best shot.

We just need to get everybody on the same page,

everybody moving smooth, and that's what we'll get.

We need about 1,800 trucks per week,

which is, with three trucks,

it's about 100 loads a day per truck.

At the top of Valhalla,

Rick has one excavator loading three rock trucks

with worthless overburden.

The trucks must then climb a steep 30-degree incline

to the top of the valley's ridge,

then journey a mile along a rough dirt road

past their camp and old Raleigh Valley cut

to dump the dirt off a 200-foot-high cliff

into a waste pile

before looping back to Valhalla to do it all over again.

Now, Rick is tasked each truck driver

to make the eight-minute trip 100 times a day.

Well, load one of, like, a f***ing thousand.

It's gonna be a long day.

F*** my life.

Yee-haw!

It's definitely gonna be hard on everyone.

You know, no one's gonna want to sit in a truck,

you know, all day long.

Rick is worried that we're gonna run out of time

to meet our goal,

but I'm more worried people are gonna fatigue out.

Well, I'll just have to suck it up and push through it.

This really f***ing sucks, but what are we gonna do?

I want to get the gold, so if that's how we get there,

then that's how we f***ing get there.

Guy is typically the fastest one out of all of us.

He's just being a little too impatient for the process.

We're trying to speed up the process here,

and, you know, if we don't speed up

and keep the overburden coming out as fast as we can,

you know, we're never gonna get f***ing through it.

Obviously, I'm not the new guy anymore,

so hopefully Chris can keep up with the pace.

I'm a slow old man,

because I don't like to beat the hell out of my body.

I could be a bit faster,

but I'm not gonna be rushing around

like a chicken with my head cut off.

It's just starting to get annoying.

Steady is smooth, and smooth is fast.

My driving's not an issue.

There's a reason I'm lapping people.

This is f***ing stupid.

Come on, Chris.

Guy is annoying as f***.

He thinks he knows what he's doing, but whatever.

Normally, I'd be going in for a shower right now.

I'm full of dust and sweat.

Really wishing we weren't working right now.

Come on, Chris. F***er, you're taking forever.

Boo!

The f*** do you think you're doing, for f***'s sakes?

The f*** do you think you're doing, for f***'s sakes?

We got 100 loads to do. You're slowing me down.

We still gotta do it f***ing safely.

You can't just cut corners.

You're gonna get someone killed.

What the f*** are these guys doing?

I get that we're all tired, but you can't just sneak in behind someone.

Hurry up!

Hey, what's going on?

This f***ing idiot whips in behind me while I'm trying to back up to the dump.

I don't want to kill the f***ing kid.

He's just slowing me down.

All right, all right, enough.

Chris, you take a little break. Clear your head.

I'll drive your truck for a while.

F***ing kid, man.

Yeah, whatever.

Dumb as f***.

F***ing kids, man.

Chris and Kai almost got into it.

They had a bit of a meltdown.

I get it, man.

Everybody's just pushed to their limits.

It means that they give a s***.

They're all working, you know, extra hours to make this happen,

and having a truck down one day can erase all of that work,

so I'll get in here and do it.

You know what I mean?

It ain't my favorite thing to do anymore,

but it's something that's gotta be done.

With a small crew, we definitely all have to get along.

We can't, you know, be down each other's throats all the time.

Hopefully Chris and Kai can, you know, get over their little thing

and move on from it and keep doing their jobs.

It's nice to see someone else in a truck.

You're never too good for a truck out here.

I've learned that a long time ago.

I'm stalled out on this hill.

Oh, f***, he loaded me up good.

F***.

I'm trying to run out of f***ing fuel on this hill.

I'm right in the way.

Um, what the?

What the f***?

Do you think maybe dump that load there, Rick, and I'll spread it out?

All right, I'll offload it,

and hopefully I can get to the fuel tank before this thing runs out.

Dude, it's been over a decade and I can't read a fuel gauge?

Got Rick just to dump his load here.

Kind of when the trucks are coming out,

they're having a little difficult time coming up out of this slope.

I feel pretty dumb running out of fuel right away like that,

trying to help out.

I'm f***ing stalling things.

I can't get this f***ing fuel cap on.

F***.

Great start.

Fueled up, Rick gets back hauling dirt,

chasing his 100-load-a-day target.

Mistakes like that are killing me,

and I tend to make them when I'm stressed out.

It almost seems like an impossible task,

but they've done it before, we'll do it again.

Seems like a long ways, but I know we'll get there.

Uh-oh, f***, static.

Nothing like holding your new baby girl in your arms.

Kind of heart-wrenching, leaving home, come back up here.

After eight weeks away for the birth of his daughter,

Buzz Lago is returning to Kevin Beat's claim.

It'll be interesting to see how far along Kevin and Faith go.

I'm not sure what I'm coming back into.

You know, they're going to get this new family, you know.

But a 2,000-ounce goal is more important than ever.

I'm looking forward to making a paycheck again.

Here we are, back at camp, look at that.

Kevin and Faith, haven't seen them in a freaking couple months.

Hey, guys. How the hell's it going?

We finally made it.

Fill us in, how was the baby?

No.

Aw, this is a cute little baby.

That's her favourite spot, Iolona.

That's a pretty name.

It was tough leaving.

But I'm going to support that little girl.

Even more reason why we're going to hit that 2,000-ounce goal.

I agree.

Let's go for a little drive, I can show you what we've done,

what needs doing, and get you to work.

Oh, ****.

We finished up the Pyramid Cut, moved upstream,

what we're calling the Sphinx Cut.

Keeping that cat and Egyptian theme kind of going.

Ah.

So how's this plant been running?

So right now we don't really have enough pay going to the plant

to keep it running 24-7.

We don't have enough pay exposed.

So right now we're down on days.

That definitely sucks.

Yeah.

So we really got to get the plant back up and running 24-7

so that we can hit it.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, over halfway through the season,

and not halfway through the goal total yet.

A little stressful.

Yeah, it kind of sucks.

I guess we should stop standing around.

Get everyone on stripping.

That way we can get a pay mountain again and go 24 hours again.

Let's make this **** happen.

Second-year mine boss Kevin Beetz is playing catch-up.

He's 1,500 ounces short of his goal,

and his small crew don't have the manpower to dig enough pay

in the gold-rich Sphinx Cut to run the plant 24-7.

Now Buzz is back.

Kevin's tasked him with building a massive pay pile

and getting back to sluicing around the clock

in the hope of a big gold haul this week.

It didn't matter. Let's get the **** out of here.

Great time for Buzz to get back.

Having him in the 480 is really going to help.

It's good to have the team back together.

The plant isn't running because they got no pay.

What the **** have they been doing the whole time it was gone?

I definitely thought we'd be a lot further on in this cut.

I've seen Tony do cuts twice the size of this in a quarter of the time.

You can definitely tell that Kevin's not his father.

Tony is a man of action.

This is definitely a whole different game working with Kevin.

I don't think there's enough happening here.

The only **** thing that should be urgent on a ****** mine site

is that that plant does not stop **** around there.

24 hours a day, seven days a week,

and **** the entire **** mining season.

It's the only way we're going to hit our 2,000-ounce goal.

Man, this **** sucks.

I just got out of the frozen.

This is guilt.

This is guilt.

At Scribner Creek, Buzz is trying to build a massive pay pile

to get Kevin running 24-7.

But he's hit frozen pay, stopping him cold.

****.

It was a **** show right from the start.

This clean-up bucket isn't penetrating worth a ****.

I need a digging bucket. This is not going to work.

I need teeth.

The clean-up bucket's straight cutting edge

is built for scraping thawed pay from bedrock.

To dig up the frozen ground, Buzz needs a bucket with bite.

**** fakes.

Well, there's the bucket I need.

It's the one with the teeth on it, so...

**** toothless wonder.

It was a little work.

Check this out.

****.

That's some ****.

This bucket just cracked here, cracked over here.

**** me.

Crack's in a **** pretty important place.

All these years, I just hold the bucket onto the machine, so...

I pulled it back together,

so it was a **** good half day's worth of work, at least.

There's not more.

Kevin, you got a copy on me, Kevin?

Go for Kevin.

I was just looking over this bucket here.

It's cracked on both sides.

It wouldn't have something we could use, eh?

I think our best bet is to weld it up as quick as possible.

If you can blow through this by the end of the day, preferably.

**** fakes.

Done.

Put in a whole bunch of welding right there.

Same on this side here.

Now that's all swapped out, it's time to move some pay.

Let's get this **** show on the go.

Time to get some pay up to the plant, get that **** running.

Oh, yeah. That's what we need right there.

Hell, yeah.

Perfect.

Isn't that always pretty nice, having this big old bucket here?

It's definitely making a dent in this material.

It's ripping through pretty nicely.

After half a day of welding,

Buzz can finally get to digging the frozen pay,

loading trucks, and building up the pay pile.

We might be able to get that plant up and running here before we know it,

hit that 2,000 ounce goal.

Perfect.

**** yeah.

Go for Kevin.

Pay pile's looking great.

I think we should fire up this plant and start putting some gold in the box.

That's great news.

Let's fire it up and get back to her.

**** yeah.

Got a bit of a stockpile going again,

so hopefully we can sluice 24 hours a day and keep running.

Just one day after returning,

Buzz has Kevin's operation back sluicing around the clock.

Hey, Buzz.

It looks like you got it **** going.

Yeah.

Well done, Buzz. Glad you're back.

Glad to be back.

Forty miles away,

Kevin's brother, Mike,

is also pushing hard to make up for lost time.

Mike, we got water up here.

Excellent, excellent.

Got water. Let's go see if he can sluice.

To prove himself to his dad

and have a chance of running his own claim,

Mike must first get his trommel on the gold.

It might actually happen today.

It's over in paradise.

It's time to get our **** together

and get the **** going today.

Nearly four months into the season,

Mike's finally ready to fire up,

and he's called in his family to mark the big occasion.

Thank you.

It's D-Day.

Yeah, finally get to see this old **** go.

Mike, you're about to sluice.

Yes.

Whoo!

Okay.

Ready to roll?

Yeah.

Fire the **** thing up. Let's go.

It'll be good to see this thing start rolling.

I'd love to see it.

That'll be good.

Okay.

Get the **** on him.

Ow!

Please, water, please.

That's where all that **** came from.

That is more **** good.

Ow!

Dumb ****.

Ow!

Are you **** kidding me?

What's **** going on?

At Paradise Hill,

seconds after firing up for the first time this season,

Mike has shut down his trommel.

Not enough water?

Ain't none.

None?

What happened?

No water in the chute.

No water is reaching the pre-wash,

causing dry dirt to pile up in the trommel.