- [Man] Previously on "Arctic Air."
- Look, I still own part of the company.
- So every decade you drop in,
tell me how to run the business.
- Dad?
I am not gonna hang around
and watch you drop dead with a DC-3 strapped to your ass.
- [Ronnie] You just did yourself out of a career, chief.
- Don't call me that.
- That's a promise, Geronimo.
You will never, ever see-
(punch slamming)
(country music)
- [Krista] You're coming in fast.
- [Bobby] It's under control.
- Drop your speed to 70 knots.
Water rudders up.
Props set.
Fuel mixture rich.
Rich, rich.
- Chill out.
- I will when you level out.
You gotta lift the nose.
- [Bobby] Will you let me focus?
- Lift the nose.
- What are you doing?
- Staying alive.
You know, if you're looking to be a pilot,
I hear Twin Lakes is hiring.
- Okay, so I'm a little rusty.
Well, a lot rusty.
But flying an airplane is like riding a bike.
- Yeah, except there is a whole lot further to fall.
- Trust me, a few more hours in this cockpit,
and I'll be landing with my eyes closed.
- I thought you already were.
- Ha ha.
(Krista laughing)
- When you heading back to Vancouver?
- A few days.
- Didn't you say that a few days ago?
- I need to talk to your dad
about the company's financials.
- If you're worried we're blowing your inheritance,
it's too late.
We already imported all this new furniture from Italy.
(both laughing)
- Feel like grabbing a drink later?
- Uh, I can't.
- Got plans?
- Nope, just don't want to.
Hey.
- [Blake] Where you been?
- Fort Liard.
- We had to drop off some medical supplies.
- You went?
- Bobby wanted to get in some stick time.
- I didn't know you flew.
- That is still up for debate.
- Ha ha ha.
- [Mel] You can't cut us off without giving us a reason!
Well, just gimme one.
- No, I already put in my 14-hour day.
I don't wanna know.
- No, you can't because it's a load of crap!
- What's the problem?
- We lost the Cambridge Bay contract.
- You kidding me?
That's our cash cow.
- So you have been paying attention.
- Look, Mel, I've been going through the books.
Without Cambridge Bay-
- We don't make this week's payroll.
I know.
- Look, forget payroll.
If we don't replace that revenue,
we might as well just board up our windows.
(moody music)
(panting)
(upbeat music)
(people sighing)
- [Krista] You need to go.
- No, no, no.
Just gimme a minute to catch my breath.
- Hurry.
- No.
- Yes. - No.
Go, will ya?
Before the others wake up, come on.
Go.
- Ugh, all right, okay, okay.
Dev and Astrid rent a room from you.
Who cares if they know?
- Well, I am co-owner of the airline. (giggles)
I don't want anyone thinking
that I give you special treatment.
- But you do give me special treatment.
Or at least I hope it's special.
- Meaning?
- What's the deal with you and Bobby?
- Nothing.
- Okay.
- Blake, don't.
What we have is sex.
It is great sex, but that's it.
It's just sex.
- Nice, Krista.
Love the honesty.
See ya at work.
(serious music)
(Krista sighs)
- Hi, Ronnie.
How's your mouth?
- Well, I'll tell you, Bob.
My teeth used to be a little crooked,
perfect now.
I owe you one.
- Oh, anytime.
- So I guess you're gonna be staying in Yellowknife, huh?
Gettin' into the airline business are we?
- I'm headed back to my job in Vancouver.
Nice try getting me fired though.
- Be seeing you.
Poo.
(gentle music)
- Hey.
- Thought you'd skipped town after punching out Dearman.
- Ended up needing to stick around a bit longer.
I wanted to call, but I didn't have your number.
- Dial 9.
That's how you reach the front desk.
- Is that Rafael Silva?
- [Woman] Uh huh.
- I read his book.
The guy's worth a billion dollars.
Know what he's doing in Yellowknife?
- Me.
Also he has a piece of a mine on Margate Island,
so he's gonna be around a lot.
- Hmm.
Well, I guess I had my chance.
- Why the hell are you still wasting time with the books?
- 'Cause they're a mess.
- You don't know the first thing
about running an airline.
- I know how to run a business.
- Your dad knew how to run a business.
You know a bunch of MBA crap.
- Cambridge Bay's off the sched?
- After eight years.
Suddenly our planes aren't big enough.
- For groceries and mail?
- It's a government contract, so who the hell knows.
I'm gonna see if there's any way to get it back.
- If we don't, we could be screwed.
- Already are.
We're short payroll.
- We'll get a loan to cover it.
Done it 100 times before.
So, Mr. MBA, give Rachel a call at the bank
while I get Cambridge Bay back.
- It's not good business to borrow to meet payroll, Mel.
- Like I said, 100 times before.
(upbeat music)
- I've already gone to bat for you, Mel.
There's nothing more I can do.
- You can give me a straight answer.
- I'm late for work.
- Come on, Ted, we go back 20 years.
I gave your nephew a job.
- Uh.
You fired him after two weeks.
- Yeah, well, the kid was lazy.
We need this contract.
- Off the record?
The decision to go with another airline came directly
from the minister.
- Why would a politician give a damn
about a food mail run?
- He doesn't.
But you have a well-connected enemy who does.
- I've got dozens of enemies.
- Well, this one makes contributions
to the minister's reelection fund.
- I told you on the phone, Bobby,
we can't give Arctic Air the loan.
- I don't get it.
Mel tells me this is routine.
- You know the economy.
We've had to tighten up our lending criteria.
- What about loyalty?
Mel has a long history at this bank.
He's never failed to repay a loan.
- Do you plan on hounding me my entire lunch break?
- Rachel, Arctic Air has been part
of the north for 35 years.
People rely on us.
- Times change.
Arctic Air is a bit of a dinosaur.
- What's really going on?
- I know Arctic Air is in trouble.
- Who told you that?
(quiet music)
It's pretty low, even for you.
- You screwed me out of a diamond deal, son.
You really think there wouldn't be repercussions?
- You'd sink an entire company just to get back at me?
- You bet your ass I would.
Whoa, whoa. (chuckling)
You wanna hit me again?
Go ahead.
Worked out real well for you last time.
- Arctic Air's not going anywhere.
- Yeah well, neither am I.
Yellowknife is at the center of the resource boom,
so I've decided to open up an office here in town.
See you around, Bob.
Good luck with that bankruptcy thing.
Ma'am.
- Ronnie Dearman's trying to shut us down?
Why?
- 'Cause I killed his diamond deal with Jim McAlister.
- And knocked out three of his teeth.
- You act like a teenager, and our company gets trashed.
- It's one contract.
- Two.
Just got word. Maitland Rig is dropping us.
- Ah, why didn't you just stay in Vancouver?
- I get it.
It's my fault.
I'll refinance my condo to cover payroll.
- You're damn right you will.
- Well, that helps today.
But what about next week?
And the week after that?
- I have a lead on a new contract.
It's something way bigger than Cambridge Bay.
- Then stop talking and go land it.
- I will.
- Okay, damage control.
I'll talk to the rest of our clients,
see if I can get to 'em before Dearman does.
- It's not gonna be enough.
- I know.
Get the pilots together,
tell 'em we're cutting their hours.
- They'll love that.
Unfortunately, it's not very good news that I have.
Things, as I'm sure you're aware,
are really tough right now at Arctic Air.
So what we've decided to do is cut hours across the board.
I know this is hard.
I want you to know we're all in this together.
- Are your hours being cut?
- Well, I'm on salary.
- Then you're not exactly in this with us, are you?
- Yeah.
- Everything is so expensive here.
- Including the rent.
- Cut Dev and Astrid's hours,
you should cut their rent.
- Yeah, that seems fair.
- Too bad we don't all live in your house.
- You don't have to shoot the messenger.
- You're not the messenger.
You're the boss.
- What was that about?
- Just telling you like it is.
You believe in honesty, right?
- You didn't need to call me out in front of everybody.
- Just like you said, no special treatment.
- We just got a call from Twin Lakes.
One of their cargo planes is down.
They need us to cover a run of diesel
to an exploration campo outside Cobo Creek.
- The weasels scoop our Cambridge Bay contract
and now they need our help?
- Sure, we can afford to hold a grudge.
- Mr. Silva's gonna need an airline
to service the Margate Island mine.
- Even if he involved himself
with details like airline contracts,
Mr. Silva's flying to Frances Lake in an hour.
- Arctic Air can get him there, free of charge.
- He doesn't need to save a few bucks
by catching a ride on a low-rent airline.
Besides, we already arranged a charter with Twin Lakes.
- Come on, just 10 minutes.
- Try calling next time we're in town.
- What are the chances you'll call back?
Hmm.
(calm quiet music)
- Hi, I'm Jacob Marcus.
Yeah, I work for Rafael Silva.
- 16 drums of diesel fuel.
That's pushing 6,000 pounds.
Won't be able to haul any extra avgas.
- Well, the plan is to return via Norman Wells.
We can refuel there.
- I don't know, Krista.
Margins on this are razor thin.
I can see why Twin Lakes bailed.
- Well, they can afford to be picky.
We can't.
- One setback, we lose money.
- Has to go perfectly.
I got it.
- I confirmed the booking.
I swear.
- Well, if that is the case,
where the hell is my plane?
- Twin Lakes claims I called and canceled.
- Do I need your excuses?
No.
I need to get the Frances Lake.
- I couldn't help but overhear.
You know, I'm headed that way.
You're welcome to a lift.
- You're a pilot?
- Bobby Martin.
I own Arctic Air.
Good to meet you.
(light music)
- Let's go.
- (sighs) Just like riding a bike.
You gotta be able to count on your air service up here.
- I appreciate the lift.
- Not a problem.
This is how people hitch hike up north,
kind of reminds me of the time
your truck broke down in the Sahara
and you got a ride with the Bedouins?
- You read my book.
- Couple times.
- I'm surprised you're still willing to give me a ride.
(amused music)
Is everything all right?
- Yeah, all good.
(upbeat music)
The crosswind's hard to gauge sometimes.
- That rebuilt engine hasn't been flight tested yet.
- [Krista] So let's get paid to take her for a test drive.
- Cece, you better tag along just in case.
- How am I supposed to run maintenance,
fix every frigging plane,
and still screw off on some Arctic tour?
- I can't afford to send you on a rescue mission
when that engine breaks down three hours away.
- You had to let Kirby take a honeymoon.
- You'll be flying with Krista and Blake.
- I'll get my tools.
- I thought you were my co-pilot.
- I've got an appointment.
- The cardiologist.
- Test results.
- Well, I'll call Dev back.
- Blake's already on his way in.
- Dad?
The tests are gonna be fine.
- Make sure you're back before midnight,
or we don't make a cent.
(gentle music)
- [Bobby] I hear you're expanding operations
on Margate Island.
- [Rafael] That's the plan.
- You're gonna need an airline that can grow with you.
- You get to the point, don't you?
- My company's flown up here for 35 years.
We're not the biggest airline,
but we're perfect for you.
No.
The landing strip on Margate is known as a goat trail,
too small for bigger aircraft,
but it's ideal for DC-3s.
- Did you cancel my charter with Twin Lakes?
- Hey, we're serious about doing business with you.
- I own the mine.
I don't care who flies my drill rods
or drops off my workers.
You should have kidnapped the operations manager.
- Seems trivial, choosing an airline,
but when it's minus 40 and your crew's been working
two weeks straight-
- Bring the plane down.
- Here?
- I want to take a closer look.
I'm taking my son canoeing down the Nahanni.
- But aren't you already running late?
- They'll wait for me, Bobby.
- Glad you called me back in.
- Mel's idea.
I wanted Dev.
- Well, this is gonna be a fun trip.
- Should have thought of that
before calling me out in front of the pilots.
- You said you were using me for sex
and then cut my hours.
What did you expect?
- That you wouldn't be a total dick about it.
Astrid.
- What?
- Take over as co-pilot.
Blake wants to ride in back.
- Okay.
(tense music)
(upbeat music)
- You seen Bobby?
- Not since this morning.
- He gets us into a shit storm then disappears.
Nice.
- What'd the doctor say?
- Doctor?
- My cousin saw you there.
- Just getting a physical.
Apparently, I have the body of a 20 year old.
Give or take a few decades.
- You went to a cardiologist for physical?
- You know so much,
did we lose any contracts while I was out?
- No.
- Good.
Get back to work so it stays that way.
(upbeat music)
- Aren't you coming in a bit uneven?
Okay, what's the problem?
- Nothing, just sometimes it's hard to judge
how close the water is.
(serious music)
- [Rafael] On the way back, I fly.
- You're a pilot?
- Unlike yourself.
- Well, I have my license,
just haven't used it in a while.
- You could have killed me.
- Way I see it is that you've got another survival story
for your next book.
- Do you think this is funny?
I will tell you what is funny.
You thinking you can get a million-dollar contract
on charm and bullshit.
Stop wasting my time.
- Fine.
- Where the hell do you think you're going?
- I take it we're not doing business together.
- You canceled my charter.
You are not stranding me here.
- Rafael, it's good to see you.
- Jerry.
Tell me you hooked some big fish.
- Now, do I ever disappoint?
- Never.
- You can take that right up to room three.
- You don't remember me?
Bobby Martin.
- Silas's kid?
- That's right.
- Hell, the last time I saw you,
there were only two territories.
How's Mel doing?
- Cranky as ever.
- Should have seen his old man.
One of the best pilots going.
- Then he must have his mother's genes.
- Hey, I'm giving Rafael a lift back in the morning.
Do you have a room?
- Sorry, booked solid.
- Guess you're sleeping on the plane.
- Listen, the gang's all here.
I'm gonna get things set up.
Good to see you again, kid.
- You follow me all the way up here just to beg?
- What the hell are you doing here?
- My name's on the guest list.
- Oh, well I guess I'm crashing your party.
- You trying to do business with Rafael Silva?
Don't waste your time.
Not gonna happen.
- We'll see.
- [Blake] Well, that's the last of it.
- [Astrid] Thank God.
These barrels must weigh 300 pounds.
- Closer to 450.
How's the engine looking?
- It's just fine.
I am so glad I came along.
- Start prepping for takeoff.
We unloaded all your diesel,
so we're on our way.
- What about the stuff you're hauling out?
- The work order didn't say anything
about hauling crap out.
- Guess someone at Twin Lakes forgot to mention it.
- Those drums full?
- Used oil, expired diesel.
Plus, they gotta haul that busted tractor outta here too.
- Sorry, we didn't factor the extra cargo weight
into our fuel calculations.
We can't take it.
- Look, miss, all I know is my boss wants
this crap outta here.
So either you take it or you don't get paid.
- Okay.
- That extra weight,
we may not have the fuel to make Norman Wells.
- I'll figure it out.
- Your call.
- [Krista] Yeah, it is.
- I'm at Jerry Mitchell's place on Frances Lake.
- What the hell are you doing joy riding
in my float plane?
- Raphael Silva's here.
- [Mel] He's up here at least twice a year.
So what?
- He's a major player in the Margate Island expansion.
- Yeah, and?
- I'm working on him for a contract.
- I approach them the day the press release came out.
Not just Rafael Silva but the Aussies
and the Americans too, the whole damn consortium.
They're not interested.
- Yeah, I kinda got that.
- [Mel] So this was your big plan to save the airline?
(thoughtful music)
- The plan has changed.
- Ground speed's at 110 knots.
Air's at 140.
- 30-knot head wind.
- What do you think?
You gonna have the fuel to make Norman Wells?
- It'll be close.
- Anywhere en route have avgas?
- No.
If we land anywhere before Norman Wells,
we'll be stuck until someone flies up gas.
- Load shift!
(dramatic music)
- What the hell happened?
- [Blake] We gotta get the nose down.
- Yeah, tell me something I don't know!
Prop pitch is maxed.
- We're running out of elevator control.
- Add a little power so we don't stall.
(dramatic music)
Cece!
What the hell happened?
- That tractor busted loose in the turbulence
and rolled to the back of the plane.
- Okay, well, we're tail heavy
and burning fuel like crazy to keep level.
You gotta get that tractor back to the middle.
Go rampy and help them steady the tractor.
I don't need it slamming into the cockpit.
- [Card Player] Good start for me boys.
- Room for one more?
- We're playing 100, 200, no limit.
- Sounds fair.
What's the buy-in?
- 50 grand up to a quarter mill.
- Got that on you?
- No, but you know, I'm good for it.
- Oh, look, it's not that I don't trust you,
but we got a no credit rule.
I'm getting too old to break anybody's thumbs
if they don't pay.
- I think there might be a group of housewives
in the next room playing canasta.
(card players chuckling)
- I'll stake him.
For 10 percent of your profits.
- Sounds fair.
- And I hold you a plane as collateral.
- Look, my plane is worth more than 50 grand.
- I know.
- Deal me in.
- Mel, just got off the phone with Bella Trucking.
- They told me this morning they were sticking with us.
- Guess they changed their minds.
- We can't afford to lose another contract.
- Well, you've been through recessions before.
- This one feels different.
- Yeah, this time you don't know how to fix it.
- You tell me.
- It's nothing you wanna hear.
List of employees in order of how long they've been here.
Start from the top, work your way down.
- Hang on.
You got Dev first on the list.
- You fired both guys who started after him.
Dev's got the least seniority.
(melancholy music)
- You play a lot?
- Couple times a year in Vegas.
- Bobby, this is Victor Tam.
He's with RCD Energy Corp.
- Welcome to the game.
- Thank you.
- This is Alex Sims.
When he is not donating to the poker table,
he's overseeing the Dierkirch diamond mine
up in the Tukloyaktuk.
- Good to meet you. - Pleasure.
- [Jerry] And Ronnie Dearman.
- Oh, we go way back.
- Ronnie here has been treating this game,
like his own personal ATM lately.
- And I plan on making another withdrawal tonight.
- Fold.
- 1,000.
- [Man] I'm out.
- Right behind you.
- No shame in knowing your place.
- Raise to 3,000.
- You even look at your hand?
- I don't have to.
I saw you look at yours.
- Couple of times in Vegas, huh?
- [Cece] Come on.
(tense music)
- (grunts) Tractor won't budge.
- We gotta free up these front wheels.
- They're hung on this pallet here.
I can't turn 'em.
Tractor's stuck!
Can you nose the plane down, let gravity help out?
- Okay, but you gotta keep it steady.
(tense music)
- Good, good, hold it there.
(Blake grunting)
- Hey, look out!
- What's going on?
- Blake?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Just get me outta here.
- What's going on?
- Barrels came over on Blake,
and we're gonna dig him out.
- I can't get at these barrels.
We're gonna have to move the tractor.
- Ugh, not like that.
- [Cece] Stop, stop.
- Okay.
- The tractor's holding everything up.
If we move this,
it's gonna bring that whole load down on him.
I'll get something to block the wheels.
- Astrid, get up here!
- Okay.
Ya.
- Take over the controls.
- You want me to fly the plane by myself?
- Just keep it steady.
- [Astrid] Okay.
(dramatic music)
- Oh my God, Blake.
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
Just get this crap off me.
- [Krista] Cece?
- We gotta move the tractor to get at the barrels,
but it's all wedged together.
We do that, and the whole load comes down.
- Well, we can't just leave him.
- We don't have much choice.
What we need to do is land
and figure out some way to stabilize the whole thing.
- Ah.
- We hit more turbulence,
and this all comes down anyway.
- Well, then we should land quick.
There's an airstrip at Bison River.
- [Krista] We need a smooth landing.
Their runway isn't even paved.
- Then the nearest paved runway?
- Norman Wells.
- You already said
we don't have the fuel to make Norman Wells.
- I said it would be close.
- What the hell you doing?
- Extracting my thumb.
- What?
- Nothing worse than a pilot who thinks he's special.
Take your thumb out of your ass and be useful.
You said that when I got here.
- I say all kinds of crap.
Don't pay attention to all of it.
Dev, look.
- Excuse me.
- You've got a great attitude.
You're gonna do just fine wherever you end up.
When you got here, I'll be honest,
I didn't think you'd last a week.
Figured you take one look
and fly straight back to wherever the hell.
- Delhi.
I came here from Delhi.
- Right.
- And I came here to be a pilot
because it was a dream of mine.
- Look, none of this is personal-
- Just spit it out!
I'm the last to be hired,
so I'm the first to go.
Thank you, good luck, toodle-oo.
- You'll damn well toodle when I tell ya.
- Let's just get this over with.
- Dev, finish the damn floor,
then get your ass in first thing tomorrow,
take your thumb back out of it,
and we'll check you out on the DC-3.
You came here to be a pilot.
Let's get you bloody flying.
- 8,000.
- I'm out.
- Trying to get a read on me?
- No, I'm just wondering what you were thinking
when you bought that shirt.
- I'd be more worried about losing yours.
Hope you're not planning on doing business with Arctic Air.
They might not be around much longer.
- We're fine.
- By that he means if he wins tonight, big,
they might be able to make a couple more payrolls.
(laughing) Don't tell me,
that's your excuse for a business plan?
- I raise you 25,000.
- Call him.
That's what he does.
He bluffs.
- Nah, he doesn't have the stones.
- Apparently, I do.
- Bluff.
I knew it.
(gentle music)
- Bison River is an unlit strip.
We can't land there after sunset.
- I know that, Cece.
- So if we're gonna divert,
we have to do it now.
- I ran the calculations again,
even with the extra weight and the headwinds,
I think we can still make Norman Wells.
- You think?
- If you're looking for a guarantee,
you're in the wrong business.
Flying is one big calculated risk.
- Exactly.
And you can't let personal feelings get
in the way of your decision making.
- What does that mean?
- All I mean is you better be sure.
If you have any doubts at all,
we need to head for Bison River before it's too late.
- Cece is right.
We need to divert.
- When I've made a decision, I'll let you know.
- How'd Dev take it?
- He didn't.
When Silas and I started this company,
people said we wouldn't last a month.
That was 35 years ago.
I'm not letting some sleazebag in cowboy boots take us down.
- Good.
I got back the Bella Trucking contract.
- What? How?
- My uncle spends a week moose hunting
with the owner every year.
I called on a favor.
- I owe you one.
- Add it to the list.
- It's gonna be dark in 15 minutes.
We need every bit of that to make it to Bison River.
- And what do we find when we get there?
You know how these old strips are.
There's no one to maintain them.
There could be frost heaves,
trees growing in the middle.
If I can't land this plane like silk,
Blake doesn't make it home.
- If we run outta fuel in midair,
no one makes it home.
I got a family waiting from me.
- We're going to Norman Wells.
(tense music)
- 20,000.
- You have been bluffing me since Yellowknife.
- Then you'd want to call, won't you?
(suspenseful music)
- It's only money.
Two pair.
- [Bobby] Straight.
- [Jerry] Ha!
- You must be up a 100K.
- A little bit better actually.
All right guys, I'm done.
Jerry, cash me out.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're walking away?
- I got what I need.
- For how long?
Couple months?
What happens after that,
when your family business gets sold off piece by piece
at some bankruptcy auction?
Hell, maybe I'll buy it myself.
- (sigh) I got a question for you, Ron.
- Ask away.
- Ever wonder why people knock out your teeth?
(men laughing)
All right, let's do this.
- Deal 'em.
(tense music)
- Norman Wells tower, this is Arctic Air flight 162
starting our descent.
(Blake groans)
(plane rattling)
(instrument beeps)
- We're losing fuel pressure on engine two.
- Damn it.
- How far out are we?
- Five minutes.
- We lose that other engine,
we'll be a 25,000 pound glider.
- Ah!
- How's Blake?
- Still alive.
Like the rest of us.
- You're gonna need to do your best to steady the barrels.
- [Astrid] We're losing engine one.
(instrument beeping)
- Come on.
Norman Wells, this is Arctic Air flight 162.
We're coming in dead stick.
Repeat.
We've lost both engines.
- [Tower Control] Copy, flight 162.
- Astrid, feather the props.
Hey look, Astrid?
Listen to me.
I can land this plane but not without my co-pilot.
I need you to focus. - Yeah.
Yeah.
- Okay, let's just pretend
this is a training exercise, okay?
We're just gonna talk it out.
- Okay.
- What's protocol when losing both engines?
- I, I, I don't know.
- Yes, you do.
Yes, you do, think about it.
- Maintain the optimum speed-to-height ratio
so that we reach the runway but don't overshoot it.
- Okay, and what's maximum glide ratio?
- It's 3.25 miles per 1,000 feet at 105 knots.
- Perfect.
That's perfect.
We're gonna do this.
(tense music)
- Check.
- Raise to 10,000.
Always makes it tougher, doesn't it?
Playing with money you can't afford to lose?
- Re-raise 30.
- You sure?
That's a week's payroll.
- Are we talking, or are we playing cards?
- I put you all in.
- Oh.
- Call.
- You should have walked away when you had the chance.
Flopped a set.
(players gasp)
(Bobby groans)
- Me too.
(players laughing)
- The only card that saves you is a nine.
(tense music)
- Yes! (laughing)
- Tough luck kid.
- Goodbye, airline.
Yeah, walk away now, pal. (laughing)
(tense music)
- You should get yourself strapped in.
- I don't think you should be worrying
about other people right now.
I sure hope you're worth all this trouble.
- She'll get us down.
- Call it out.
- 100 over 90 knots.
90,
60,
40.
- Hold on.
(tires screeching)
(peaceful music)
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
- Blake, how are you doing?
- The landing could have been a little smoother,
but I can help you work on that.
- Get something in here to move this crap off him!
- You sir, captain, sir.
- You freaked me out.
- If I didn't know better, I'd think that you cared.
- You know I do.
(sirens wailing)
But as a rampy, you suck.
- Hey.
- Got my keys?
- Oh, you're actually keeping my plane?
- A bet is a bet.
- All right, I'll get you back the money
after I refinance my condo in Vancouver.
- Sell it.
- And what, live in my car?
- You're not going back to Vancouver.
It all went to hell,
but you're not giving up on your airline.
- You've known me for 10 hours.
- I had you pegged in the first 10 minutes.
Quite frankly, you're an idiot,
but I get it.
Good luck to you.
- Rafael, chapter six in your book,
who's the man you want to do business with?
The one who can't afford to let you down.
Margate Island.
(friendly music)
- [Rafael] Watch and learn, Bobby.
This is how you take off.
- [Bobby] Impressive.
- [Rafael] I like my new plane.
- [Krista] Blake's got a couple cracked ribs,
but that's it.
He's lucky.
- You're all lucky.
What, did you forget how to calculate fuel consumption?
- There were factors out of my control.
- You could have landed at Bison River.
- What did the doctor say?
- Don't change the subject.
People's lives on the line, and-
- Mel!
(tense music)
- I've got a heart valve that's deteriorating.
- What does that mean, surgery?
- Yeah, but not yet.
He figures five years, maybe 10.
- But if that's what was causing the blackouts, then-
- No.
It was stress.
- What?
- The blackout had nothing to do with my heart.
He figures it was stress.
You frigging believe it?
Three decades running this company,
and some doctor tells me I'm melting down...
How long you've been standing there?
- Long enough.
I'm sorry to hear about this.
- Not sorry enough to mind your own damn business!
Sneaking up on people.
- Yeah, well, that's an Indian thing.
- [Krista] This isn't funny.
- No, it's not.
You got friends, Mel.
We'll pitch in, help you reduce your stress.
- Where's my plane?
- I lost it.
- You what?
- In a poker game.
Technically Rafael Silva's only holding it for collateral.
Plus, I got the Margate Island contract out of it.
- You lost my plane?
- You're not looking at the bigger picture.
Margate's huge.
Way more than what we lost with Cambridge Bay.
- Hardly been in town on week
and look what you've done to my company.
- Well, you're gonna have to get used to it
because I've decided to stick around.
- For good?
- You guys need your partner.
- You lost our frigging plane?
- We'll buy it back.
As for servicing Margate Island,
we need to expand!
(gentle music)
It's good to be home.
(upbeat music)