- [Announcer] Previously on Arctic Air.
- Bobby friggin' Martin!
- Don't trust the son of a bitch!
- David is his father. Connor doesn't even know who you are.
- What's the deal with you and Bobby?
- (giggles) Nothing.
- Chill out.
- I will when you level out.
Dad?
- Blackout had nothing to do with my heart.
There was stress.
(plane engine roars)
- It is truly a beautiful day.
- You said that yesterday and it was pouring rain.
- There are many different kinds of beauty.
(rowdy passengers cheer)
(exasperated sigh)
- I suppose you can find something to like about that, too?
- No.
That is annoying.
- Hey Bobby.
- Yeah?
- Could you get back there and settle down the animals?
- I'm management.
I only came along to chill out old man Dawson on the rig.
- And you did an excellent job.
- Thank you.
Got a couple more years in the contract.
- Another two years of flying rig-pigs back to Yellowknife
so they can get drunk.
- Pays the bills.
- Yeah, well, this is a passenger flight
and regs say we gotta have a biscuit shooter.
I see a pilot, a co-pilot.
You must be the biscuit shooter.
Oh! my plane, my rules.
You're right. It is a beautiful day.
(beer can hisses open)
- Who wants coffee?
- Hell with coffee! We got beer!
What kind of stewardess are you anyway?
- I prefer flight attendant.
- I prefer the pretty little girl who was here last time.
What happened to her?
- Probably got one good look at your ugly mug,
and ran all the way back to Winnipeg.
(passengers laugh)
- Wouldn't be the first one.
- I'll take a coffee.
- Corporal Hendricks is on duty,
otherwise he'd have a beer like everybody else.
Wouldn't you, Reg?
- More fun with a pretty girl on board.
- Can't complain.
I'm just hitching.
- Can't leave anyone stuck up north.
That guy there? He's hitching too.
Too bad about the girl, though!
She was lots of fun.
- Hey, you ever flown Korean Air?.
That's where you get your really good stories.
- Not me.
This is about as far as south as I ever been.
Hey, you!
I wanna see the pilot.
- Sorry, sir.
No one allowed in the cockpit while we're in the air.
- Piss off, I need to see the pilot.
- Not gonna happen.
(punch thudding)
- Get back! Back off or he's dead.
(tense music)
(energetic rock music)
- Take it easy.
We don't want anybody getting hurt.
- Then back off!
I'm taking over the plane.
- Let us just finish this flight first.
When we get to Yellowknife,
we'll fly you anywhere you want, on the house.
- That's a good offer.
Take it, and we're gonna forget that this happened.
- Shut up!
(door creaking open)
Stay out of this!
- Krista, get back in the cockpit. I've got this.
- Yeah, yeah, I can see that.
- Do what he says!
(tense music)
(gunshot firing)
(grunting)
Eric!
(grunting in pain)
Back! Get back!
Eric's shot bad. We gotta do something.
- Stick with the plan!
Take it easy, guys.
We don't want any more trouble.
- You said nobody would get hurt.
Now Eric, and this cop--
- Shut up, Sean!
Get these off.
Then I'm going to tell the pilot where we're gonna go.
- Hey, Loreen,
I've got that grocery shipment ready for Mel's flight.
We can start loading any time.
- Uh, gonna have to hold off on that.
There's a little problem.
- Little problem?
I'm supposed to fly that stuff to Sibbeston Lake,
and I've got an engine that won't start.
You call that a little problem?
- Cece is working on it.
- I've seen turtles move faster than Cece.
I need another plane.
- Well, everything big enough to make the trip
is in the air.
- When are they back?
- Blake's coming in from the supply run to Fort Liard.
Should be here in a couple of hours.
- I just want something that can fly
and I don't want to have to wait two hours.
- Everything's flying.
And that's a good thing, right?
Money coming in.
Krista should hit her first checkpoint soon.
I can give you a better idea then.
- Why is Krista scheduled to do that run
to Fort McPherson tomorrow? That's mine.
- Doctors' orders.
You're supposed to be cutting down on stress.
- Who the hell told you that?
- You know you can't keep a secret from me, Mel.
- Your cousin the nurse?
Well, keep it to yourself.
I don't want anybody around here
treating me like an old man.
- Then stop acting like an old grump.
(tense music)
(passengers argue anxiously)
- Everybody chill.
Chill!
Nobody else is gonna get hurt.
- These guys gonna be all right?
- Yeah.
They're okay.
- What about Yellowknife? When we getting there?
(passengers yelling in agreement)
- Hey, you guys know me.
I like my downtime as much as anybody.
I just don't really want to go to jail,
you know what I mean?
- Shouldn't have killed Harry Kurvers then.
- An accident.
Guys, relax.
We'll get this fixed.
And we'll get you to Yellowknife soon.
- Is it bad?
- He's gonna need a hospital.
- This is messed up.
- Both these men are in shock.
A hospital would be a very good idea.
- Hospital means cops.
Cops means I go to jail.
You too, and Eric.
We're all in this together now.
- We're brothers!
We've always been in this together.
- You're not gonna do your brother any favors
by letting him die.
- We gotta do something, Wade.
- Eric's not gonna die.
I mean, what does this guy know anyway?
He's not a doctor.
- He took a bullet. It's never good.
- He needs a doctor, Wade.
Don't matter if we get caught.
- Quit being so freaking stupid.
No, I'm not going to jail.
- I'm not stupid.
Don't say that.
- Doc Hossa.
- Who?
- Nobody. It's nothing.
Look, we can have your brother safe
in a hospital in an hour.
- Doc who?.
- Doc Hossa.
Since you want us to fly north,
we will pass right over Burgess Lake where the doctor lives.
He is a very good doctor.
No hospital.
Sorry, I didn't think.
- We gotta do it, Wade.
- I don't know. It's risky.
- It's Eric.
He jumped into a frozen lake to save your six-year-old ass
when you fell through the ice.
- Yeah, I know who the hell it is!
Okay.
We go to Doc Hossa's place.
(metal grinding)
- You think you could work any slower, Cece?
- Maybe.
Can't work any quicker on that thing, though.
It's just too damn old.
- What's wrong with old?
- Cranky, finicky.
Sometimes you just gotta haul her up on the beach
and let her rot.
(hammer clanging)
Ouch!
- What are you saying?
- All I'm saying is old is old.
No use pretending it isn't.
- Look, stop, pussyfooting around.
Just spit it out.
- I just did!
Everything wears out sometime.
You just gotta admit it.
- You're just as old as I am.
- What's that got to do with anything?
- No.
- Do what I tell you.
- Or what? You shoot me? Who flies the plane?
- The other pilot.
- Krista, do what he says.
- Forget it. I'm not putting anybody else at risk.
- Burgess Lake.
Burgess Lake, do you read me?
- Yeah, this is Burgess Lake.
- Doc, this is Bobby Martin.
We've got a medical emergency.
We need your help.
- What's wrong with the hospital?
- I don't think these guys are gonna make it.
They need your help right away.
- What happened?
- There was a fight on board.
A couple of guys got hurt real bad.
Look, we can land at the old gravel strip
across from the lake from you in 30 minutes.
- All right.
- I never thought you'd cave so easy.
- It's a good thing for you I did.
- [Jake] Okay, we're going to keep our eyes peeled.
- Yeah, sure. Just call me as soon as you hear from her.
- Is everything all right?
- That was Jake at Wrigley Airport.
Krista's late at her first checkpoint.
- How late?
- 40 minutes.
- Could just be about headwinds.
- Yeah, I guess.
Weather's supposed to be good.
- Hmm.
Perhaps we should tell Mel.
- No!
- Why?
- You're probably right, it's headwinds.
You know how he worries about Krista.
No point in bothering him over nothing.
(tense music)
(boat engine revving)
- What have you done now, you son of a bitch?
(music intensifies)
- Grandpa!
- Connor, go to your room.
- Connor?
- Yeah, do I know you?
- Connor, go to your room.
- No.
We have to stick together.
We've got some hurt people down at the dock
we need move up here.
- Nice, Bobby.
Really nice.
(drilling)
- You getting anywhere with that?
I need to get into the air.
- You're good to go.
- So there was still some life in the old bugger after all.
- Hell no.
I swapped in the engine I took from that wreck
we bought last year.
That other old thing was done for.
It's important to know when it's time to give up.
(somber music)
- What's this all about Bobby?
You're risking Connor's life.
- I didn't know Connor was here.
I don't know anything about my son.
- That's the way I want it to stay.
If anything happens to him, I swear, I'll kill you.
- Nothing will happen
'cause I won't let it.
(rock music playing on radio)
- Coffee?
- I can't believe Wade's screwing up our time off like this.
- Well, what with this brother wounded
and the police officer hurt?
I suppose he's a little desperate.
- I don't give a damn.
Amateur hour starts at Harley's in three hours.
- Harley's?
- Strip club.
Pros are okay, but the amateurs really let it all hang out.
- I can imagine that.
- Come on, Wade!
Let this guy fly us to Yellowknife!
- [Passengers] Yeah!
- No way, Stu.
My brother gets patched up,
then we'll go where we need to go.
Then this guy can take you to Yellowknife.
- Hell with that.
We've only got three hours to get there.
- Hold on.
There might be shooting.
- Listen to this guy, Stu.
- Yeah, ease up, Stu.
Wade's a good guy.
Why should he go to jail?
- He killed Harry Kurvers.
- Good riddance.
- Yeah, well.
He was the meanest drunk I ever knew.
- So then maybe we should all just relax, hmm?
Please.
- They're okay for transport.
I've sedated them for pain.
They should be out for several hours.
I'll bandage them up, and then you can get them out of here.
- You think you can make it seem worse than it really is?
- Why would I do that?
- Well, if you can stall a little bit,
maybe I could figure a way out of this for all of us.
- I want that man away from my daughter and grandson,
as soon as possible.
If anything happens to them, I swear,
I will kill you myself.
(door creaking open)
- What are you guys talking about?
- Nothing.
- Lie to me? I'll kill you.
- Well, you're in back of a long line.
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
- You think this is funny?
- Your brother has lost a lot of blood.
He's in shock. He can't be moved until he's stabilized.
- What's that mean?
- It means he could die. If you move him now.
- He better not die.
- Doc will take good care of him. Don't worry.
- Look, if you can distract him, I can get the gun.
- Are you sure?
- The longer this goes on, the more dangerous it gets.
(door opening)
- Hey, I'm Bobby.
This is Krista, Petra.
That's Connor.
- Sean.
- This some kind of trick?
- No, uh, we're gonna be together for a while.
It'd be good if we knew each other's names.
It's gonna be okay.
Everybody's gonna be all right, I promise.
- I'm not scared.
- It would be okay if you were.
I know I am.
- How did you know who I was?
(Bobby sighs)
- I'm an old friend of your mother's.
- She doesn't look so happy to see you.
- Ah, you know, I think she's just surprised.
That's all.
- [Blake] Is there still no word?
- Nothing.
- That's not good. Two hours overdue.
Did you call search and rescue?
- It's too soon.
You know the rules, Blake.
- Well, I don't much care about the rules.
This is Krista we're talking about.
What can we do?
- I'll work the phones and the radio.
Check with other pilots.
Contact any places with runways long enough for the DC-3.
- Somebody have a birthday I don't know about?
Because if this isn't a party,
I can't figure out why everyone's hanging out here.
- Just a little coffee break Mel.
- Well, since Cece has finally fixed my plane,
and I've got cargo that needs loading right away,
maybe you could do your talking later?
- Absolutely.
- Why didn't you tell him about Krista?
- He doesn't need the stress right now.
He needs to stay cool.
- When is Mel ever cool?
(passengers impatiently talking)
- We need to kick his ass.
- But he has a weapon.
- Can't get all of us.
And he's a damn hijacker.
- You're willing to die for your weekend?
- It's not about the weekend.
It's about stones!
You got 'em or you don't.
I say we take back this plane!
Who's with me?
(passengers cheer)
- Sit down, Stu.
Come on, guys.
You all know me.
All I did was get in a fight with Harry.
Everybody has been in a fight with Harry.
It's not my fault he hit his head on the way down.
- Who gives a damn?
I want to get to Yellowknife!
Gimme the gun!
(gunshot firing)
- Next one's for you, Stu.
- Easy, Wade.
Let's talk about this.
- Everybody out of the plane. Now.
- We're the hostages. You can't kick us out of the plane.
- Watch me.
Get out.
- Out?
Out where?
- Out of my sight.
Into the bush.
Anybody tries to come back? They get shot.
- This is an excellent idea.
We should go now.
- Not you.
You stay with me.
Everybody else out.
Now!
(passengers muttering)
- This is taking too much time.
We gotta get back to the plane.
Stop it. No, no moving around.
What?
- Nothing.
- Is it cops?
What'd you see?
Wait.
Hey! (cocking gun)
- Don't do it, Sean! Don't do it!
You don't want to do this, Sean.
Enough people have been hurt already.
- Her fault!
What the hell's the matter with you?
You want me to kill you?
I'll do it. I will.
- It was stupid, but she won't do it again.
- You asshole.
- You said that you didn't want to hurt anybody.
Prove it.
- Stupid!
Nobody better try anything again.
- Nobody will.
- Sorry.
- You know, if we're gonna get through this,
we're gonna have to think things through a little better.
- When did you start thinking things through, Bobby?
Was it before or after
you brought a gunman into my son's life?
- Mom, he's only trying to help.
- You don't understand.
- Pretty much running out of place they could have landed.
- I think these are the people you want to talk to.
- We're looking for the plane from Tulita.
- You're not the only ones.
It's overdue.
- Is that Krista's plane?
- Don't tell Mel.
- What do you mean, "Don't tell Mel."
There's a plane missing.
You gotta tell Mel.
- Too much stress.
- Stress.
(laughing)
Mel's been running this circus for 35 years,
he'll run it for 35 more.
The man thrives on stress.
- Surprised you feel that way, Cece.
- Well, how else would I feel?
- We've got a plane missing?
- Thanks Jake.
We did. Krista's.
That was Jake from Wrigley.
Pilot just landed there who saw her plane
on the landing strip at Burgess Lake.
- Why so far of course?
- Could be trouble with the prisoner.
- There's a prisoner on board?
- My daughter's got a prisoner on her plane?
Why the hell didn't we know about this?
- We like to keep these things quiet.
People tend to get nervous about prisoners on planes.
- Well, that's pretty damn dumb.
Okay. Let's go.
I'll fly you up there.
Who else is going?
- [Officer] Looks like just me.
- Sorry. My mom's not usually likes that.
- She has some pretty good reasons.
- I thought you guys were friends.
- We were real good friends.
It's just, I went away.
I didn't talk to her or keep in touch.
I just left.
- You could be out of luck.
- Well, I can be pretty stubborn.
- Me too.
My mom says I get it from my dad.
- It's no, no good.
We, we gotta get outta here.
Go check on the doc.
Tell him to hurry it up.
- How are you doing?
- That one's stable enough to move
so you can tell his brother he can leave my place now.
This one's lost a lot of blood, but he'll be okay.
No more tricks.
I won't risk Connor and Petra any longer.
- You're right.
It's time to get Sean out of here.
He's acting a bit shaky.
I thought he was trying to shoot Krista.
- Get Petra in here.
She's got better hands for this kind of work.
- How, how's Eric?
- We'll be able to move him soon.
Your dad needs your help.
- Come on, Connor.
- Connor stays here.
- It's all right. I'll take care of him.
- You better.
- Yeah, they'll be glad to see us go.
- They're coming with us.
- You can't do that.
- It's the plan.
- We've gotta stop him
before he gets everyone back on that plane.
- (scoffing) I tried.
- Look, he's scared.
He's like an animal caught in a trap.
He can't see his way out.
If we show him that way, I think he'll take it.
- Yeah, you'll talk him to death.
When we were kids, you weren't afraid of anything.
What happened to you?
Too long in the south?
- Is that your way of the thanking me for saving your life?
- You don't have to take care of me.
- Yes, I do.
Mel will kill me if I didn't.
(tense music)
- Get away from him.
- I wouldn't hurt Connor.
I'd never hurt a kid.
- Mom, he was just giving me this.
- I used to make them for Eric and Wade
when we were growing up.
- And where was that?
- Inuvik.
- That's a tough place.
- Not so bad.
Tough after ma died.
- What about your dad?
- Wasn't around.
- So you got used to protecting your brothers.
- Yeah, kind of.
We took care of each other.
- And that's what you're doing on the plane,
protecting Wade and Eric.
And I think a jury up here
might not think that was such a bad thing at all.
- I stabbed a cop with a screwdriver.
- And Doc says he's gonna be okay.
- That's good.
I was afraid.
I never hurt anybody before, that's all.
- I get it.
And I know you don't want to hurt Connor, Petra, or Krista.
And I think the best thing is--
- We gotta do what Wade wants.
He was always the smart one.
He learned a trade, got on the rigs.
Me and Eric stayed up north, trapping.
- You're smart too, Sean.
- No more talking.
It's confusing me.
- My brothers they've always been screw-ups.
- How hard would it have been to take a guy's gun
without getting shot?
- But even if it had worked,
hijacking this plane is a little impractical, isn't it?
I'm sorry, but there really is nowhere to go.
- I got a plan.
My friend is waiting for me on a private airstrip
north of Fort Norman.
You drop us there, we get on his plane,
he flies us across the border to Alaska.
From there we get on a boat and we disappear.
Before you know it, we're drinking margaritas in Mexico.
- Actually, that is a pretty good plan.
- Damn right.
- Your brother's gotten worse.
His blood pressure is dropping.
It'd be impossible to move him now.
He'd die.
- You said he was gonna be okay.
- If you want to help him,
the only thing you could do is give yourself up.
- But we'll all go to jail.
- Even if you'd do, jail's temporary.
Dead is kind of permanent.
- Look, if you give up,
my father and I won't have to say anything
about the gun, okay?
You came to us, you asked for our help,
and we gave it to you.
- Why? Why would you lie for me?
- Because you did the right thing.
You brought your brother and Corporal Hendrix here.
You didn't have to help them.
- And you're a good guy.
I know you don't want scare Connor anymore.
- No, no!
We're all getting on the plane. Now.
- Look, you'll kill your brother.
Is that what you want to do?
I thought you wanted to take care of him.
- I do, but I can't.
I can't just give up.
- It's okay. I'll fly Wade.
Just leave Eric here. Petra and Doc will take care of him.
What else can you do?
- Wade.
Wade gets away.
- And Eric lives.
- You're coming with me.
(tense music) - No, I'll go.
Look, I flew my first DC-3 when I was 10 years old.
- Bobby.
- And you don't want her going with you? She's crazy.
She tried to jump you, remember?
- Okay. You win.
Let-Let's go.
- Where's the sat radio?
- It's right here.
- Can Bobby fly a DC-3?
(dialing)
- Not a chance.
(tense droning music)
- Sean, you don't have to do this.
You can just gimme the gun now.
- Wade has to decide. It's his plan.
Get us to Mexico.
- Mexico?
Look, I want a chance to talk to Wade
before I get on the plane.
- Why?
- 'Cause I want him to think about what he's gonna do.
It's important.
And when I get on that plane,
all he's gonna do is think about taking off.
- He's not gonna like that.
- What the hell are you gonna do in Mexico?
You've been up here your whole life.
Everything you know about and care about is here.
You can't just walk away.
Believe me, I know.
This is the rest of his life and yours.
Don't you think it's worth talking about
for a couple of minutes?
(plane engine roaring)
- Plane's still here.
- There's a boat on the lake.
- Coming from Doc Hossa's.
We'll fly over high, then drop down
and come back fast and low.
Stay out of sight.
We'll land on the river there,
not far from the landing strip.
- Fast and low.
Is that safe?
- Do it all the time.
- Won't they hear the engine?
- Don't worry. I'll shut her off before we start down.
(tense music)
- You should sit and relax.
You will wear a hole in the airplane.
- Never been good at relaxing.
You know, I've got nothing but bad luck.
I worked my butt off on that rig.
Went from a roustabout to a roughneck in two weeks.
Might've been derrickhand in another couple months.
Then Harry Kurvers has to go and open his big mouth
and get himself killed.
And now my stupid brother, he's not--
- It does seem unfair.
- You're damn right.
- [Sean] Wade! Hey, Wade!
- They're here.
Into the cockpit.
Fire this thing up.
Come on, hurry up.
(plane engine starting)
- You better move fast.
Doesn't take long to get her in the air.
I'll wait here.
If they take off, I can follow.
- Where's the girl pilot?
- This guy's a pilot too.
- Okay. Get the others and come inside.
- Uh,
I, I left them at the doc's.
- Why the hell did you do that?
- So Eric could get to a hospital.
- I knew I shouldn't have trusted you.
Get inside.
I promised him we'd talk out here.
- You promised him?
- Yeah.
- That doctor shoot you up with something?
- I promise the guy, Wade.
- Just get your ass inside.
- No.
No!
- Stubborn.
Stupid but stubborn.
- Come with me.
I wouldn't want you to accidentally take off and leave me.
- Just, just listen to what he has to say.
- How friggin stupid can you be?
- I'm not stupid.
I took care of you!
I worked so you could go to school
and get a fancy rig job!
- Why are you always bleating about that?
- Perhaps this is not the time for old grievances.
- Shut up!
- Of course.
- The thing is you might not be looking
at a lot of jail time.
Sounds like, to me, what happened was an accident.
The guy died, fell, and hit his head.
- They're not gonna go easy on me.
- Not of you keep pushing this thing
and more people get hurt.
- No, that cop, he already got hurt.
- Well, that's mostly down to Sean and Eric.
And I think Sean would love to give it up now if you will.
- Sean's never been to jail.
He doesn't know what it's like.
And he's soft and stupid.
I'm not.
Get on the plane!
- We're getting on too!
(exciting music)
We're out of beer, we're out of time,
and we're going to Yellowknife!
- I told you to stay away!
(gunshot firing)
- Oh, not this time, Wade.
We're coming at you and you can't take us all.
- I can't get you all, but who's gonna go first?
(gunshot firing)
- You shot me.
- The next one's really gonna hurt!
- What are you doing, Wade?
- Freeze! Drop your weapons.
- Wade, give up, man!
They got us.
- You're the one I ought to be shooting.
- Wade, you wouldn't.
- Put down your gun, you've got nowhere to go!
(gunshots firing)
(exciting music)
- Stay back!
Pull it up.
Get the door!
Get this thing in the air.
- I can't.
- Well, Sean said you could.
- He's wrong. I'm just a flight attendant.
- And a pilot. All you guys are pilots.
- Not all of us.
- It's your choice.
You take off or I start shooting people.
- Okay, okay, I will.
(airplane engine revving)
(exciting music)
- Aw, man.
We're never gonna get to Yellowknife.
- I knew it! I knew you could get us off the ground.
- Yeah,
but there's no way I can land it.
(engine sputtering)
It's trying to stall. I can't get any airspeed.
- [Mel] Arctic Air flight one-zero-five, can you read me?
- Mel, is that you?
- Who the hell's flying that thing?
- That'd be me.
- I guess that explains why your landing gear is still down.
- What?
Maybe that's what's wrong.
- [Mel] We're gonna make a few adjustments.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Now just remember you're flying an antique.
Kinda like dancing with your great grandmother.
She might still have a few good moves,
but go slow so you don't break anything.
- Got it.
- What's your airspeed?
- Uh, 110 knots.
- What's your manifold pressure gauge say?
- 40 inches.
- Bring it down to 27.
The mixture is on auto lean.
- And that's- that's what, what?
- The mixture controls are on the right-hand side.
Move them to the notch just above the bottom.
Okay?
- Okay.
- That should keep you airborne for a while.
- Hey, thanks Mel.
- You really don't know how to fly this thing, do you?
- It's not like I didn't tell you.
- But who are you talking to?
- It's my boss from Arctic Air.
- Tell him to head to Fort Norman.
- Look, there's cops in Fort Norman too.
- Yeah, well, we're not going to Fort Norman.
I'll give you the exact coordinates when you need 'em.
Just tell him.
- My passenger wants to go somewhere near Fort Norman.
- Okay.
Come to a heading of one-six-zero degrees
and hold steady there.
- Okay.
- Sorry.
- Just spoke with Mel.
Wade's forcing Bobby to fly the DC-3.
- Is he gonna be all right?
- Yeah, sure.
Bobby's flown lots of planes.
(tense music)
- Those lights. Where are we?
We can't be in Fort Norman already.
- I don't know.
- Get the other guy on the radio.
- My passenger wants to talk to you.
- Okay.
- Those lights. Where are we?
- Yellowknife.
- If you want your friend here to stay alive,
point us to Fort Norman.
- I want my friend to stay alive, which is why we're here.
He's got maybe a 50-50 chance of landing that thing
on a real runway with lights.
He's got zero chance of landing it
on some unlit strip in the middle of nowhere.
- What's his chance with a bullet in his head?
- Why don't you shut up and let us try to land this plane?
- Turn this thing around.
I'm not going to Yellowknife.
I swear to God, I will shoot you!
- Then shoot me.
Look, Mel is right.
I'm dead anyway if I try to land this plane anywhere else.
- [Mel] Mixture auto rich.
- Okay.
- Gear down.
- [Bobby] Gear down.
- [Mel] What's your air speed?
- [Bobby] 95 knots.
- [Mel] Full flaps.
- Now, ease back on the throttle.
Get her down a little.
- Airspeed is not dropping Mel. What do I do?
- You forgot the flaps! Full flaps.
- They're already full.
- No, they're not.
You pulled the wrong lever. You raised the gear.
- The landing gear's up?
- You've got to swing around again.
Full power! Full power!
(airplane engine roaring)
Get your nose up!
- Get this thing on the ground, please.
- No problem, Bobby.
I missed my first time, too.
Okay, start reducing your airspeed.
- [Bobby] Here goes nothing.
- [Wade] Oh, lord.
- Ah, you religious?
- No.
- Pray anyway.
(plane rattling)
(wheels screeching)
- [Mel] Welcome to Yellowknife.
(relieved cheering)
Pretty good landing, Bobby.
- What do you mean "pretty good"?
(sirens blaring)
(somber music)
- I need my gun. They're gonna blow me away.
- Look, Wade!
It's over.
You're not a killer,
and you have nowhere to go.
I'll come out with you.
Nobody's gonna be shooting.
- He's building up a pretty good head of steam.
- Look at that! You buggered up the landing gear.
I gotta dock your pay.
- Well, you'd have to start paying me first.
- Almost be worth it.
- No, you have to admit it's not bad for a first time.
Lucky I had a pretty good instructor.
- What do you mean, "pretty good"?
You had a great instructor.
If you'd have been a little more careful,
I wouldn't have a busted up a plane.
- Mel.
Thanks.
- Hey, Bobby.
- Hey! What are you guys doing here?
- Dad wanted to check on his patients.
Sometimes he forgets he's a retired doctor.
Connor and I thought we'd come into town, have a little fun.
- Yeah, I wanted to come.
- You want me to show you around the place?
- Can we?
- Okay. I just wanna talk to Bobby first.
- Cece, can you show Connor some of the planes?
- Yeah, sure.
Right this way, little buddy.
- I'll come see you guys in a minute.
- Thought he needed a break after everything
you put him through.
I had no idea he'd make me bring him here.
He's a stubborn kid.
- Well, he's a great kid.
You did a good job raising him.
- Yeah, I did.
- He's happy.
He's got a great dad.
He doesn't need anyone else in his life.
He doesn't need you.
- I'll have him back in a few minutes.
- What are these?
- Those turn on the landing lights.
- And these?
- Those are the throttles.
- Wow.
Must be really hard to fly.
- Yeah.
You could say that.
You know, when I was your age,
I used to fly everywhere with my dad.
He'd tell me all these stories while we were in the air
about the land, people he knew,
sometimes they were pretty funny.
- My dad's away a lot, working.
Hey, maybe I can fly with you sometime.
- The thing is, I don't think your mother would want me to.
- Why not?
- Well, mothers worry about things like flying.
- I think it's 'cause she's pissed at you.
- (chuckling) Maybe just a little bit.
- You know, she can't stay mad forever.
- I hope not
'cause I'd love to fly with you sometime.
- Yeah, me too.
(sighs sadly)
(energetic music)