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[Bobby] Previously on Arctic Air...

I've been asked to run against Simon Moise

in the next election.

You're gonna run for chief?

This is it!

(Krista grunting)

A few bumps on the road, hey?

But here I am.

[Loreen] I was wrong

to think you'd want to jump

into a cockpit so soon.

I've had crashes before.

No one's ever died before.

Those are sacred waters.

What's it costing you?

Simon Moise's support for your mine?

Where's Kirby?

We've got a date.

He asked me to tell you,

he'll take you out tomorrow night.

Don't lie for him Cece,

he's not worth it.

(plane whirring)

Excuse me, stewardess,

can't this thing go any faster?

(Krista chuckles)

She was built in 1939.

This is fast. - Perfect.

(phone ringing)

Good afternoon, Arctic Air.

[Hailey] Loreen, it's Hailey,

there's a bomb on the DC3!

What?

You know, we're doing you a favor.

You're lucky you're in the air at all.

Trust me, sweetheart,

if I had my choice,

I wouldn't be stuck on some antique plane

with pilot Barbie.

(call ringing) - Oh, come on!

(phone beeps)

Hello.

If I had a choice,

this crap would be on the tarmac back in Yellowknife,

and your ass would be on its way out of town, forever.

[Dev] Krista? - Love you, too.

Krista! - What?

There's a bomb on the plane.

(upbeat music)

(people chattering) (upbeat music)

(Deanna sighs)

I like that.

Hailey?

How's it going down here?

I'm going to give these to you, and...

Ooh, uh-uh.

Yeah, we're trying to get the rally

on the 6:00 news,

so no profanity.

It's all coming together.

You work fast.

I'm impressed.

Since I lost the election to Simon Moise,

we needed a backup plan.

You really think you could stop the mine?

Well, Dearman's investors are getting nervous,

and if there is any delays,

they are going to pull out.

So, we need to pressure the chiefs.

Wow, you're more dangerous to Dearman

now that you lost the election.

Yeah, well, we could still use some help.

Hey, I raised you a lot of money on your campaign.

There's still so much work to do, Bobby.

Hey, good to see you again.

Jonas Degho.

Joe's boy?

Right. Hey!

Good to see you again, too.

Who's he?

Oh, that's Philip George.

West coaster.

Came on his own

when he heard about the mine.

Hey, um, want to do some caribou later?

Absolutely.

Look what I found in a box

in the back of the hangar.

Aw, cute.

Yeah, Silas gave this to me years ago.

I thought I'd lost it.

So you've been rummaging around in old boxes,

instead of running your airline,

and flying your planes?

Excuse me for being nostalgic.

Mm, knock yourself out.

I think I will.

Speaking of Silas,

his granddaughter isn't back from lunch yet.

Oh, I guess she's still helping out her mom.

Well, I guess the Martins get special treatment

around here.

The Martins own a chunk of this airline.

Must be nice. - It is.

Mel Ivarson.

Bruce Ward.

Hello, Loreen.

Heard you took over your uncle's business after he died.

After he was murdered.

Is there a reason for this visit?

To put that all in the past

so that Ward Trucking and Arctic Air,

can work together again.

I don't know.

Zach put us in a tough spot last year.

(chuckles) Yeah, Well, he was smuggling drugs

with your planes.

I'm not my Uncle.

At least you don't have any illusions

about how he did business.

Well, I don't either about how he died.

Well, why would you?

He got shot.

They never found the guy who did it.

I didn't see who did it

if that's what you're asking.

I read the police report.

Anything you didn't tell them?

Nope.

Maybe you bumped your head in that plane crash

and lost some of your memory.

Talking about it,

might bring everything back.

I doubt it.

You never know.

And us working together,

it'll be good for both companies.

You're late. - Sorry.

The meeting took longer than I thought.

So how about we work off your late lunch

at the end of the day?

I can't.

I have to help plan tomorrow's rally.

Waste of time if you ask me.

I still get half the day off tomorrow, right?

Hey. - Hey.

So there's a rally tomorrow?

Yeah. I told you about it.

Right.

Right...

[Dearman] I'm sure the other chiefs will be on board.

I'm just waiting for Simon to confirm that.

Well, if they don't,

we're getting a divorce.

(Dearman laughs)

See, that's why I married you, sweetheart,

that fantastic sense of humor.

Ah, and I thought it was for my family's money.

You know the investors are getting nervous.

How nervous?

Nervous enough to talk to me.

They wanted the mine open now.

I thought I made it clear

that we couldn't proceed

until Simon Moise was re-elected.

You are giving those Indians too much power.

Darling, like it or not,

we need the chiefs to sign that deal.

We need them to sign off

on the environmental impact assessment.

I brought those investors to the table.

My reputation is on the line here.

Yeah, so is mine.

Look, as soon as we have the support of the other chiefs,

everything will run like clockwork.

It better. - It will.

Okay, they're here. I gotta go.

Gentlemen.

Good morning.

Why don't you put it in the briefing room

so everyone can see it?

It's mine.

Can you fly a charter

to Wrigley tomorrow morning?

Oh, I wish,

but probably not a good idea.

My meds are still affecting my system.

How? - Oh, I don't know.

I just feel kinda weird,

especially in the mornings.

Are you still taking them? - No.

Okay, well, let me know when it wears off.

I will.

[Simon] 142!

So how'd it go? - Good.

You'll get your stamp of approval.

That'll please the investors.

It'll piss people off even more.

The chiefs will be under a lot of pressure.

I think the chiefs can handle it.

I need a favor.

The rally tomorrow.

It'd be nice if there was someone there

to make it a more balanced discussion,

without connecting it to me, of course.

We'll make it balanced. - Thank you.

Whoa, nice shot!

(tense music)

(van rumbling)

Where's your husband?

Playing video games.

(Philip chuckles)

(van rumbling)

Hello? Deanna? (door close)

Anybody here?

(phone rings)

(phone beeps)

Deanna!

[Deanna] Hey, you at my house?

Just got here.

[Deanna] I'm gonna be late.

You can start supper if you want.

Yeah, sure. - [Deanna] Bye.

(forklift screeching)

I need you to get that equipment ready.

I'm flying it up to the mine,

first thing in the morning.

Shouldn't be a problem.

(gate exploding) (debris clattering)

You don't understand,

it is destroyed!

All of it!

None of the contents was flammable or explosive.

Hold on a second.

Hey, corporal!

This is obviously a targeted attack.

That was half a million dollars worth of equipment in there.

Gone!

Yeah, I'm back.

I don't care what time it is.

I need it replaced immediately.

Good. Do it.

Now, who would want to destroy your equipment?

You want a list?

Thanks.

So, what happened to Kirby?

He's at home playing video games.

(somebody knocking)

(Deanna speaking T'licho)

(somebody knocking)

(Deanna speaking T'licho)

Video games?

Don't even get me started.

[Deanna] Corporal Sahcho. - [Sahcho] Evening, Deanna.

[Deanna] How's your mom?

[Sahcho] Oh, she's good.

Your sister need some tutoring this summer?

Not this year, I hope, eh?

Knock on wood. (Sahcho knocking)

Hi, Bobby. - So...

What are you doing here?

You know Ronnie Dearman? - Yeah.

Well, he lost some equipment

in an explosion

in the warehouse tonight.

Explosion? - [Sahcho] A bomb.

Well, I've been here all night.

I don't know anything about it.

We're still going to talk about it.

What the hell do you want?

What did you tell the cops?

You mean after my equipment was bombed?

What did you tell them?

They asked me for a list of my enemies

and I gave it to 'em.

My sister on that list?

You both are.

She wouldn't do anything violent.

That girl hates my guts.

We all do.

It wasn't her.

I don't know,

maybe it was a rival company, you know?

Part of that whole corporate espionage thing.

Yeah, eco-terrorists

who don't want the uranium mine.

It was probably just troublemaking youth.

What, with a bomb? Nah.

Maybe it was my mother-in-law.

(Kirby laughs)

Oh, jeez, look at that...

It was a joke.

It was a bad joke,

but it was just a joke.

I-I didn't mean anything by it.

I'm like that.

I use humor inappropriately. - I know.

It's something I'm working on.

You should hear some of the things mom says about you.

Are you gonna come to the rally?

I, I can't.

Mel's been busting balls ever since he came back.

I asked for the time off

and my balls are fine.

Your Uncle is one of the owners.

I didn't expect you to come anyway.

(scoffs) Hey.

How much longer is this protest stuff gonna go on?

As long as it takes.

Look, I'm sorry

that your mom lost the election and everything, but...

But what?

You're always complaining that I'm never around,

but now you're never around.

You'll get used to it.

I did.

(tense music)

(Krista sighs)

We gotta get someone to clean up behind the hangar.

It's a pigsty back there.

Feeling better? - Sort of.

'Cause we could use another pilot in the rotation.

Can I put you in?

Sure, sign me up.

See how I'm feeling in the morning.

All right.

(radio chatter)

(door closes)

Gonna be going for about 10,000 years.

We have to go ahead with the rally.

If we put it off now,

it'll look like we don't mean business.

Okay, look,

I was just saying,

because of the bomb,

it would be smart to postpone that rally.

No way. That sucks.

We're trying to get people on side,

not alienate them.

Dearman's replaced the equipment.

And if they're not going to stop,

I don't think we should.

(scoffs) I mean, I don't believe in violence,

but I understand, I get it,

why people do that,

and that bomb made quite the impression.

Everyone thinks we did it.

Yeah, but that shouldn't stop us, Hailey.

If this mine opens,

people will die.

We got to do everything we can to stop it.

Now, you all know what your jobs are,

so I'll see you at the rally.

What? - I'm worried about you.

Don't worry about me, little brother.

You're becoming obsessed.

I prefer "Committed."

(crowd cheering)

This land is not ours to own

or to profit from.

This land is borrowed

from our children

and our children's children!

(crowd cheering)

And it is our job to make sure

that she, in seven generations,

is still able to nourish us,

and not only our people,

but all people!

(crowd cheering)

If this land dies,

we will all die.

And I am willing to die to protect her.

So I'm standing here today asking of all you here,

what are you willing to do?

(crowd cheering)

(Deanna speaking T'licho)

(drums beating)

Your dad would've been proud.

Thanks, Mel.

Heading back to the shop.

Our airline doesn't run itself.

I'll be there in a bit.

Well, I think we're getting our message across, so...

But the thing is,

I spoke to some elders,

and they're willing to pressure the chiefs-

Then let them do the talking

and just lie low for a while.

I can't do that.

(drums beating)

We're not opposed to development,

it just has to be sustainable,

and it has to be safe for the environment,

otherwise it's not worth the risk.

A lot of our people want the uranium mine.

They need jobs.

They wanna feed their families.

The jobs are going to be short-lived.

The land will be destroyed for generations.

You're not a scientist,

you're a school teacher.

And you work for Ward Trucking.

You'll be transporting equipment to the mines.

Am I right?

We need jobs.

You guys are brainwashed.

We need to stop the mine.

Go chain yourself to a moose.

Piss off. - You piss off.

(crowd shouting) (tense music)

Hey!

This won't help.

(tense music)

New equipment just crossed the Deh Cho bridge.

It will be here tonight

and we will fly it to the mine,

first thing in the morning.

It better.

The consortium will pull out

if there are any more delays.

They said that?

Threatened to back a mine in Australia.

We can't afford anything else to go wrong.

It won't.

(signal crackling)

What the hell?

[Robot] The uranium mine will never go ahead.

Oh, yeah?

And who the hell are you?

You have one minute to get out of your office.

Or what?

Or you will blow up with it.

(Dearman scoffs) (tense music)

(building exploding)

(tires screeching)

You're taking things too far.

I didn't start this fight.

You're a community leader,

and going off half-cocked like that,

wasn't a good idea.

It wasn't half-cocked.

Saying you're gonna die?

(somebody knocking)

(Deanna sighs)

What?

Dearman's office was bombed.

Was he hurt?

No, he made it out in time.

You mind coming downtown?

Answering a few questions?

No. No, Kenny.

I answered your questions last night.

I have a few more.

Yeah, well, you either arrest me,

or you leave me alone.

Deanna Martin,

I'm arresting you for unlawful use of explosives-

Hey, take your hands off her!

Don't, or they'll arrest you, too.

It's okay.

(radio chatter)

You have the right to retain and instruct counsel

without further delay.

(serious music)

(radio chatter)

This is crazy.

She's not the only environmentalist in town.

She's a leader,

and she's been arrested at violent protests before.

What, you didn't know?

That still doesn't mean

that she's going to make a bomb.

I wouldn't have charged her

if I didn't have evidence.

What evidence?

(Bobby speaking T'licho)

What's gonna happen?

She's gonna need a lawyer.

Is she gonna go to jail?

I hope not.

Look, you should go back to work.

How am I supposed to work?

There's nothing you can do here.

Look, I'll call you

as soon as I know anything.

(phone ringing) (radio chatter)

Hey, sorry I'm late-

It's okay. We heard.

Everyone thinks it sucks your mom got arrested.

I think it sucks, too.

I should get back to work.

What can I do?

Nothing.

What have they got?

Video of her truck at the crime scenes.

Both explosions.

How do they know it's her truck?

License plate.

How do they know she was in it?

She said that it was parked in her driveway all night.

Neighbors said it wasn't.

Why would she say that?

People lie for a lot of reasons.

Well, do you think she did it?

I'm her lawyer.

I'm the last person you should ask.

Can we see the video?

Not unless you know someone on the inside.

(mellow music)

(bomb blasting) (glass shattering)

(tires screeching)

[Bobby] That's her truck, all right.

Well, there's two of them.

You can't tell who, though.

Dearman thought one of them looked like an Indian

with long, black hair.

From this? - No, from this.

You have one minute to get of your office.

[Dearman] Or what?

Or you will blow up with it.

Whoever it is,

they're in Deanna's pickup truck.

They have long, dark hair, too.

A lot of people have long, dark hair.

Where'd they get the footage?

Dearman's computer.

Paranoid bastard records all his Skype calls,

even with his wife.

So we have to convince the cops,

someone else used her truck.

Well, that shouldn't be hard.

Just ask her who had it.

She's not talking.

What do you mean she's not talking?

Not even to me.

(somber music)

Hey, how'd you get in here?

Gabby. Loreen's cousin.

It's good to have relatives

in low places, huh?

Oh, I think Kenny Sahcho turned a blind eye, too.

[Deanna] (chuckles) Yeah.

How you doing?

I've been arrested.

Other than that, I'm good.

I've seen the evidence.

The bomber was in your truck.

Were you involved?

Please, Deanna!

If you don't talk,

you'll go to jail.

Who are you covering for?

Who had your truck?

(Bobby speaking T'licho)

(Deanna speaking in T'licho)

(Bobby speaking in T'licho)

Your mom is lying to the cops.

Look, either she did it,

or she's protecting somebody.

Is it you?

No!

Then who was driving her truck

when those bombs went off?

A lot of people used her truck.

Me, Raymond, Jonas.

Well, do you have your blasting ticket?

Anyone can learn how to build a bomb on the Internet.

Anyone like who?

Come on, Hailey!

I need to think.

There was a lot going on

between the election and the protest.

Everything's a blur.

Well, think real hard,

or your mom could be spending a long time in jail.

(Loreen and Krista talking)

(ominous music)

You okay? - Huh?

(chuckles) Little jumpy.

Uh, just getting back into the swing.

Yeah, older we get,

harder it is to bounce back, eh?

No sense lying to ourselves about it.

Nobody's lying. - Nobody?

No. - Okay.

You know, we should go for a beer together, you and me.

We should.

Maybe raise a little hell.

(somber music)

So we've got these two, and it's like...

(tense music)

(Bobby speaking T'licho)

Do you want to drive out to the lake right now?

[Philip] Sure.

[Hailey] Shit.

(door slams)

What, are you spying on me?

Right now I don't care about

what the two of you are doing.

I wanna know who had your mom's truck

when those bombs went off.

Was it him?

Is that why you drove out here?

No!

I was upset so I wanted to talk to someone.

Then it was Jonas.

I was with him the whole time that night,

working on the rally.

How do I know you're not protecting your friend?

Oh, we're not friends.

The two of you were working that night.

That doesn't mean we're friends.

(mellow music)

What up?

You're a pretty militant guy, huh?

Yeah, I believe in certain things.

How long have you had your blasting ticket?

How do you know about that?

You just told me.

I didn't plant any bombs.

I don't think Deanna did either,

and I know my sister.

[Jonas] Do you?

So what, are you all involved?

Covering for each other?

What do you mean?

Well, Philip George,

he said that the two of you were out together that night.

Had a drink,

a couple of good friends out on the town.

Yeah. Me and Philip, we're tight.

(Bobby chuckles)

Yeah, that's what he said.

(Bobby dialing)

Freddie, do me a favor.

Find out anything you can about Philip George,

because a lot of people are lying to me,

and I know that he's one of them.

(door creaking)

I'll call you back later.

Does this mean you're releasing my sister?

Come on, Martin,

stay out of it.

(radio chatter)

I can't fly to trout lake this morning.

I tied one on last night.

Didn't get enough hours between bottle and throttle.

We can delay the flight.

Oh, it went pretty late.

I might still be half cut.

We cracked open that two-sixer

at the back of the filing cabinet.

Had a little more kick than I thought.

Okay.

Whoa, Mel.

What the hell happened to you?

Uh, late night?

Well, I just got a call

from Twin Lakes Airline.

[Mel] And?

You're not gonna believe this.

Why are they still holding on to her?

They are convinced

that Deanna and Jonas were working together.

Well, can't you get her out on bail or something?

Jonas told the cops about another bomb,

and it was wired to the ignition in Dearman's car.

They disarmed it,

but there might be attempted murder charges.

Might not be bail at all.

Shit!

What did you find out about Philip?

He doesn't exist.

[Mel] Bobby!

Twin Lakes asked for help with a charter.

Ah, extra cash is good.

(Krista sighs)

What?

It's equipment for the uranium mine,

and Ronnie Dearman is the lone passenger.

No way.

What? You know what that mine is gonna do to the land?

It's business.

Besides, our people need those jobs.

Okay, that's another argument.

For now it's just helping out another airline

with a charter.

Come on, you know how this goes.

What happens when we need help?

Well, obviously,

I'm outvoted, so whatever.

I've got to get my sister out of jail.

(Krista sighs)

(tense music)

(call ringing)

(door opens)

What the hell are you doing in here?

Your boyfriend's real name is Ivan Raymore.

He's from Saskatchewan.

Had his blasting ticket

from road construction.

Is this true?

You know when you said

that you were with Jonas the whole time,

and I thought you were lying?

Now I believe you.

That makes you the accomplice,

not Deanna.

You're such a liar!

You told me you had nothing to do with it.

My mom is in jail because of you.

The bombs weren't meant to hurt anyone.

It was just meant to cause delays

and scare off the investors.

Dearman's car?

It would have went off

when he wasn't in it.

It was wired to the ignition,

and that would've killed him.

Lucky for you,

Jonas went to the cops.

(Ivan chuckles)

That's not why he told the cops.

What are you not telling us?

(Ivan chuckles)

I'm not telling you anything.

You're not going anywhere.

(Bobby groaning)

(tense music)

Enough. Enough!

You're done!

The cops are on their way!

(Ivan laughing)

There's another bomb, isn't there?

Where? - Please, Philip!

It's Dearman's equipment.

That's where the target is.

You can't stop it.

It was set to go off,

a few hours after the plane landed at the mine site.

You're going to tell me exactly where.

It's not going to hurt anybody.

There was a mechanical problem.

Arctic Air took over that charter.

Oh, my God, it's going to explode in midair.

Krista's flying it.

(plane whirring) (tense music)

(phone rings)

(radio chatter)

Dammit! Where's Loreen?

Probably in cargo covering for me.

Keep calling.

(phone ringing)

Good afternoon, Arctic Air.

[Hailey] Loreen, it's Hailey.

There's a bomb on the DC3!

What?

(door opens) (Bobby panting)

Did they take the SAT phone?

(plane whirring)

(SAT phone rings)

(call ringing)

Oh, come on!

(SAT phone ringing)

Hello?

Loreen, hello to you on this beautiful day.

And if I had a choice,

this crap would be on the tarmac back in Yellowknife

and your ass would be on its way out of town-

[Dev] Krista! - What?

There's a bomb on the plane!

(tense music)

Where?

How much time do we have?

How can there be a bomb on the plane?

Those terrorists are in jail.

What're you doing?

Trying to save our lives.

Crate 17, look for it.

Come on, we've only got a few minutes.

(tense music)

Here! 17!

Okay, we've got to throw it out.

No, whoa!

Open it.

Look, this is expensive equipment.

We don't even know if there's a bomb in there!

Look, it'll take two seconds.

(lid creaking)

[Krista] Got it? - [Dearman] Yup.

(bomb beeping)

Found it!

We found it.

Timer's down to four minutes.

That's no good.

You're 20 minutes from the nearest airstrip.

We'll call you back.

What are we doing?

There's nowhere close enough to land.

We have to push it out.

What can I do?

Go fly the plane.

Lower your air speed

to reduce the wind pressure

on the cargo door,

otherwise they can't get it open.

Okay.

[Krista] Hang on. - What?

I've got to open the door.

Some help!

Get something to prop the door open.

Help!

Help me push this door open.

(air gusting)

Got it? - [Dearman] Yeah!

They got the door open.

(bomb beeping)

Down to a minute. - A minute?!

(both grunting)

[Krista] What happened?

It's stuck on another crate!

Okay, just move the crate back,

slide it to the side.

Come on. - All right!

(tense music)

(suspenseful music) (both grunting)

(bomb exploding)

(Krista gasping)

It's out.

It's out, they got it out.

They got it out in time.

(all cheering) - [Kirby] Yes!

That was a $50,000 piece of equipment.

Arctic Air's gonna pay for it.

(boxes clattering) (Dearman spluttering)

(mellow music)

A bomb on a plane?

What next?

(sighs) Hopefully nothing.

(Krista chuckles)

Your daughter.

She is fearless.

Always has been.

Sore hand? - Uh...

Yeah, I just bruised it,

trying to open the cargo door.

Hmm.

And you?

Slipped on some gravel.

Landed on it.

(both chuckle)

Come here.

You saved my life.

I owe you one.

Call it even.

(both chuckle)

(Bobby sighs)

(upbeat music)

You lied. - What?

I took that bottle out of your filing cabinet last month.

Loreen and her big mouth.

What's this?

Doctor. - I have a doctor.

Yeah, not this kind of doctor.

A shrink?

You lied about getting drunk last night

because you're afraid of flying,

and since we can't talk about it,

you should find someone you can talk to.

Life's too short, dad.

[Bobby] I never knew you were arrested before.

[Hailey] Me neither.

[Deanna] Well, you know,

it was a long time ago.

I can't believe you thought I was involved.

Well, you did borrow my truck that night.

And you...

You thought I did it?

Not for a minute.

(all chuckle)

When are you going to tell Kirby?

Never. He doesn't need to know.

He's your husband, my girl.

Yes, and I will deal with him.

I just want you to be happy.

Me too.

Hey. - Hey!

Family dinner. - Yeah.

It's been a while.

What are you having?

(Hailey sighs)

(Hailey cries)

Hey. Hey, whoa, whoa.

What happened?

Hey, come on...

Hey...

It's okay, Hails.

They caught the bad guys.

We're good.