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Narrator:
Now...

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on "Ice Road Truckers"...

Mike:
Oh oh! Here we go!
(Bleep)

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A new driver springs
into action.

I feel like I've been
in a fight.

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While the veterans...

Darrell:
What the (bleep)?!

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Leap into danger.

Lisa:
It is cracking.
Agh!

♪

♪

Narrator:
All season...

Lisa:
Another load down,
many to go.

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New business owners
Darrell and Lisa,

have been giving Polar
a run for their money.

Watch your ass, Mark.

Mark:
Well, I guess we can't
win 'em all. Bye. Bye.

(Bleep)

Narrator:
And the trucking giant's
been feeling the pinch.

I knew Darrell and Lisa
teamed up together

It would be a fairly
serious threat,

but I never would
have imagined

it would have been
this big of a threat.

Narrator:
So now...

The boss is expanding
his army

by taking a chance
on Mike Simmons,

a seasoned heavy-hauler
from the Canadian oil field.

Mike: Pleasure to be here.
Mark: Hi there.

Narrator:
But a rookie
on the winter roads.

Give me some experience,
what have you done out there?

I've been doing loads in excess
of two hundred thousand pounds,

pulling up to ninety wheels.

Other than that I've got a lot
of highway experience as well,
I've-

But you've never
been on the ice?

Okay, this is a whole different
ball game out here.

I mean these roads are tough,

these are the toughest roads
in all of Canada.

They're going to beat
the hell of your truck,

they're going to beat
the hell out of you.

I've got this.

Mark:
I want you to take
this seriously.

You're a little bit cocky,
a little bit reckless.

Can't have that here, you know.
Mike: Okay.

It's going to cost you
your life.
Mike: Okay.

It's going to cost somebody
else's life out there.

I'm used to doing things that
most truckers will never do.

I've got more tricks up
my sleeve than Houdini.

There's your safety coat.

Mike:
I look forward to really
showing them who I am.

Mark: Hit the road.
Mike: Pleasure to be here,
thank you.

I get Mike in my office
for the first time

and you know,
hot shot kid,

you know, thinks
he knows everything.

if he stays that way
he's gonna get hurt,

he's gonna damage
some freight,

but these roads will whip
a guy into shape pretty quick.

(Phone ringing)

Hey, Jackie, we've got these
two Elk Island loads.

Mike's the new guy here,

I kind of want to send him
with somebody.

Jackie:
Um, Art's available.

He's the only one?

Jackie:
I believe so.
I don't see anyone else.

Uh, okay, Art it is.

We want Art to step up,

so I guess this is the time
to do it, eh?

All right, Art,
here's your time to shine.

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The convoy's hauling building
supplies in pontoon boats

four hundred miles
to Elk Island Lodge

over a remote frontier that's
unregulated by authorities.

(Truck rumbles)

And the trail is topped off
with a ten-mile ice crossing,

that'll be unlike anything
the rookie's ever
experienced before.

What the (bleep) ever possessed
you to come at this racket?

(Both chuckle)

Oh, you know, that's the best
way I know how to...

Art:
The best way you know
how to drown is it?

(Both laugh)
Mike: Yeah.

Mark:
It's kind of funny putting
Art in a mentoring role,

but I did ask Art at the
beginning of the year

to step it up this year for me,
and here's his opportunity,

so let's hope he can deliver.

I've got three rules.

First rule,
listen to everything

but don't bring your (bleep)
knowledge here.

My second (bleep) rule,

never let them know
how smart you are.
Mike: Gotcha.

My third (bleep) rule,
don't give a (bleep),

because the less you give
a (bleep), man,

the happier your (bleep)
trip is going to be.

I'm telling you the truth.

Mike:
So I was talking to Mark

and he said he kind
of wants me to uh,

me to follow behind
for the first trip,

so I'll hold off
on the super truckin'.

So I'll just be following
behind,

keeping your keister warm
for you.

My first impression is Mike

is here's a guy that thinks
he knows everything

and he's in for a rude (bleep)
awakening.

Okay boys,
I guess we're off.

Mike:
I'm a comin', I'm a comin'.

Art:
I'll drag him along
and see how it turns out, eh.

Between you and I,

he's gnona come off his
pedestal pretty (bleep) fast

I'm thinking we get into
that ice road.

(Laughs)

Oh yeah, that's how
it's gonna be, b'y.

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While the convoy hits the road,

200 miles northeast
of Winnipeg...

Todd:
Get up to a little village
called Muskrat Dam.

They just opened this road.

There hasn't been anybody
up here yet,

I'm the first truck coming in,
and I'm worried.

(Truck rumbles)

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Polar's top dog is blazing
a trail over new ground.

Todd:
The road conditions
are pretty rough.

Let's see what happens.

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Last week...

God! This is some scary ass
(bleep) right here.

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Todd proved his medal
by hauling the heaviest load
in company history.

(Ice cracking)

Todd:
It takes a lot to make me
nervous, and I'm nervous.

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Now he's heading
to Muskrat Dam.

(Loud thud)

One of the furthest
destinations

in the winter road system.

Todd:
It's a huge load of building
supplies.

The whole first half
of the trailer

is nothing but double stacks
of plywood,

and plywood is not light.

(Unclear)

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The rugged six hundred mile
trail just opened at dawn.

Hold on.

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And Todd'll be the guinea pig,

the first to test any dangers
that may lie ahead.

I haven't seen any trucks,
nothing, all morning.

It's been absolutely
just like a ghost town.

It's kind of creepy.

(Truck whines)

Narrator:
If he runs into trouble,
he'll be on his own.

Hold on, bump.

(Crash)
(Bleep)

They seem to be getting worse,
don't they?

what it does to your body
mentally and physically.

(Crash)
Hold on!

Holy smokes, there's an axle
breaker for ya.

(Truck engine rumbles)

I'm in the middle of nowhere
all by myself.

That makes a guy naturally
a little bit nervous,

that's for sure.

(Truck engine rumbles)

Narrator:
But 150 miles back...

Darrell:
Oh, here's my sign
for Muskrat Dam.

Flipping loads pretty quick
now, and I'm liking it.

Narrator:
The competition's also
braving the new route.

Darrell:
I left early this morning.

A lot of freight moving right
now on the winter roads

and pretty much a lot
of loads up for grabs.

Make a couple phone calls
and the loads are there.

Narrator:
Darrell Ward snagged the only
other load due to Muskrat Dam,

and it's one of the highest
priced hauls

he's wrangled all season.

Darrell:
I want to be one of the top
companies out here

on these winter roads.

If I keep hammering loads
like this,

you know that's setting this
company up pretty solid.

(Truck engine roars)

(Gear shifts)

She's slick here
in the sunlight.

Get a little glare on it,
you know that she's slick.

Narrator:
But as the sun beats down
on the path...

Darrell:
Dang it!

(Loud clang)

Narrator:
Darrell struggles to keep
the 22 tonne haul on the road.

(Tires crunch in snow)

Oh boy, that's a rough one,
though.

(Loud clang)

Narrator:
And now the business owner is
about to be put to the test.

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As he approaches an 18%
grade hill,

the steepest
on the entire trail.

Hey, I need to get a run
at this (bleep) hill.

(Gear shifts)

A little bit of momentum
will get you there, though.

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Darrell's plan?

Put his foot to the floor

and gain enough momentum
to conquer the beast.

Here we go, again!

It's slick out here.

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But over the slick terrain,

it'll be a challenge to keep
the rig on the road.

(Truck rumbles)

Darrell:
Come on! Come on,
a little more!

(Truck tires crunch in snow)

I'm spun out.

(Tires spinning)

What the (bleep)!

Narrator:
Coming up...

Darrell:
Come on, come on,
just a little more.

Narrator:
Darrell Ward's big money
haul...

has gone off the rails.

Darrell:
What the (bleep)!

I'm spun out.

(Bleep)!

Backing up.

(Hits snow bank)

You know, the key to getting up
this hill is about momentum.

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To try and scale
the mammoth hill...

All right, I'm going to make
my run for it here.

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Darrell gives himself a long,
running start

to gain more speed before
he hits the incline.

(Gear shifts)

Darrell:
Come on, girl, you can lug
her up over this!

♪

We're almost to the top.

♪

Over the top of another one.

Feel like the Lone Ranger.

So now I've just gotta make up
time, lost time.

So, let's motor on out of here.

If this road gets any worse,
gonna be tight.

Narrator:
While Darrell presses on,

100 miles to the north...

A legend's on the road
for the competition.

Alex:
I'm going north to Big Trout
Lake First Nations

delivering a load
of building supplies.

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Alex Debogorski's making his
maiden voyage into Ontario.

But road crews haven't even
reached the newly opened trail.

(Loud clangs)

Making for a rough ride.

Alex:
Twisting and turning
in the wind.

(Clang)
Whoa.

(Tires crunch in snow)

(Bleep!)

Whoa, baby!

I don't think anything
has fallen off.

If I want to drive on these
roads, that's what you do.

You bounce up the--
up and down.

If I don't like bouncing
up and down,

I'll have to go find
something smooth.

Narrator:
But rocky terrain isn't
Alex's only challenge.

(Airbrakes hiss)

I'm at a fork in the road,
I'm not sure which way to go.

Narrator:
The winter roads are so remote,
GPS rarely works,

and maps are often inaccurate.

So drivers have to rely
on their instincts

and experience to lead them,

or they could become stranded
hundreds of miles from the
nearest town.

(Crow caws)

Alex:
So I've got two choices,
left or right.

One's the right way
and one's the wrong way.

The road on the left hasn't
had as much traffic

as the road on the right.

I'm just gonna try to follow
the road that has the most
tracks on it,

which may or may not
make sense,

but I have to make a choice.

I am hoping, I definitely am
hoping that is the right turn.

A lot of these roads,
once you get lost,

There's nowhere to turn around
until you get to where the road
ends.

And now I'm not sure whether
I'm going the right way
or the wrong way.

♪

(Truck engine rumbles)

Well, the road has split again.

This is ridiculous.

(Airbrakes hiss)

I think it would be a good time
for a prayer, maybe.

(Crow caws)

Narrator:
200 miles to the southwest,
on the road to Pikangikum...

Lisa:
Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Hurry, hurry, every year,
hurry, hurry, hurry.

Narrator:
A new business owner's on
a race against the clock.

Lisa:
Pikangikum's building a big,
big school,

so they need these loads
in there.

They want this stuff by truck
as soon as possible.

Narrator:
When this road first opened...

The ice crossing tested
Darrell.

We're definitely walking across
some pretty thin ice out here.

I can see where this crack
comes out in front of me, here.

(Ice cracks)
Oh...

Narrator:
And a week later,

it barely withstood
the pressure

from Todd's 130,000 pound
crane.

Biggest load in history
across this ice right here

Narrator:
But heavy truck travel
has damaged the crossing
beyond repair.

And road authorities
are shutting it down

in less than 24 hours.

Lisa:
My concern going in is that
I don't know what to expect.

The ice has been well worn
throughout the season,

and it'll be all mud
in a couple days.

So we've got to get in
and out.

Narrator:
Now, Lisa will be the last one
to attempt to cross it

before it's closed
for the season.

Oh, here's the ice,
damn it.

(Chains clink)

(Airbrakes hiss)

That's so slushy.

(Ice cracks)

Who knows?

(Bleep)

(Truck engine rumbles)

All right, I'm dropping down
on the ice.

(Gear shifts)

Max speed,
10 kilometres an hour,

No stopping on the ice.

(Water bubbling)

Yeah, you can already
hear it cracking.

♪

You can already see more
clear spots,

like the snow's starting
to melt on top of it.

(Truck tires crunch)

This has been well worn ice
throughout the season.

I've been talking to some
of the locals

about these like big cracks,
these two big cracks

that run through the middle,

how every time you go by it,
it like re-cracks that big
crack.

♪

Traffic on this road has
definitely taken its toll.

There's starting to be like
big, bit sink holes in it now,

like it's starting to thaw
all the way through.

(Ice cracking)

Yeah, that crack's
getting deep.

(Ice cracking)

Like whenever you get scared,

you have this tendency
to like punch it,

so like to get off what's
breaking behind you,

but that's like the worst thing
you do on ice is punch it.

The best thing to do
is slow down,

and that's even scarier
because you're like...

I want to make it across
the ice.

Narrator:
As Lisa reaches the middle
of the lake

where water falls to depths
of over 200 feet...

Holy snap and pop.

Narrator:
The ice begins to splinter.

Oh yeah, it's groaning,
it's not liking it today.

Narrator:
In case rigs break through...

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Drivers keep their doors open
for a quick escape.

Man, it is cracking
something fierce.

I can't go any slower.

(Ice cracks)
Agh!

(Water bubbles)

It's loud!

Narrator:
Lisa Kelly's hit
the breaking point.

Man, it is cracking
something fierce.

I can't go any slower.

(Ice cracks)
Ahh!

Oh my gosh!

(Engine rumbles)

I thought for sure it
was gonna fall through.

Oh my gosh!
It made such a loud noise.

Narrator:
Her 25 tonne load of concrete
has proven too much.

Lisa:
Oh, what a heart attack.

Narrator:
Now as she approaches
the crossing's edge,

where ice is at its thinnest,

she'll have to brave the cracks

and try to steer
to the other side.

(Ice cracking)

(Water bubbling)

♪

Lisa:
Well, that was interesting.

Getting close to shore.

That doesn't mean
it's over yet.

Hold on!

♪

Survived to truck another day.

My offload site
is right down here.

Get these unstrapped
and offloaded.

Narrator:
Lisa gets the delivery in
before the road is closed.

And the new company continues
knocking down every challenge
they face.

Lisa:
They need it, I brought it,
that's all that matters.

I'm done, off this road,
gotta get out of here.

Narrator:
As the renegade owner
locks in a big one,

100 miles to the north,
on the road to Elk Island
Lodge...

(Horn honks)

Are we going to come up
with some terrible,

awesome code names
for this trip?

What's your handle gonna be?

Call me Art for the whole trip
and not prick,

or anything like this,
I'll be happy.

You can call me Nighthawk.

Art:
Nighthawk. (Bleep)

I mean it's his first day

and he's trying to make
an impression, but holy (bleep).

Narrator:
Art Burke's leading a convoy

with Polar's newest trucker,
Mike Simmons

and they've hit the first
rough stretch.

Hey, buddy,
away we go.

Now we're on this,
this is the true test.

Ha ha! Now we're talkin',
sunshine.

Sunshine...
Okay there, puss in boots.

Yeah. That's a big 10-4,
rubber ducky.

Art:
I'll tell you one thing,

if you're the new guy
and you start out on a job,

and all of a sudden you start
dishing out nicknames
for everybody

first day you're there,
that's gonna backfire, b'y.

(Loud clangs)

Let the games begin!

(Gear shifts)

Narrator:
Art puts the newcomer
through the ringer

by taking off the training
wheels...

Damned to hell, b'y.

Narrator:
And seeing if the rookie
can keep up.

Bumps, bump, bumps.

(Loud clangs)
Bumps.

Agh!

Art has got his foot into it.

He is balls to the wall
on this road.

(Truck roars)

Boy oh boy, you're gonna
have to catch up.

Narrator:
Mike's gotta learn to ride
the terrain,

and still keep control.

(Loud clang)

Oh! (Bleep) me.

(Loud shift)

Oh! Oh! Oh! Here we go!
Here we go!

(Clang) Wow.

(Chuckles)

Holy (bleep)!

Mike:
The bumps come out
of frickin' nowhere,

I can't even see these bumps.
Everything's white.

Narrator:
Reading these roads
takes years to master

and today, Mike's getting
a crash course.

(Loud clang)
Ah (bleep)!

Art:
By ice road standards,

this is pretty (bleep) good
going along here.

(Truck hits snow)

Ha ha ha!

That (bleep) is crazy.

(Chuckles)

(Loud clang)
(Bleep) me!

(Bleep) (Bleep) (Bleep)

Agh! Woo!

(Truck engine roars)

Narrator:
For the next 50 miles...

Mike manages to keep pace
with the old-timer.

Mike:
I feel like I've been
in a fight.

Now I know why Art curses
so much.

(Bleep)
(Bleep) it's hard not to.

Art:
Anyway, b'y,
we're on the ice crossing.

Narrator:
But as night approaches...

his biggest test lies ahead.

Art:
On the other side of that ice
is Elk Lodge, eh.

So we can cross
the ice together, eh.

Well b'y...

Narrator:
At 10 miles, Island Lake
is one of the longest crossings
in Canada.

Yeah, this is a private
(bleep) road, this one.

The government doesn't
look after this.

Narrator:
And on private property,
it's unmaintained by road
authorities.

Mike:
Let's just hope it's,
that ice is nice and thick.

Art:
You've gotta be careful
because you don't know.

Narrator:
Making it a challenge
for a seasoned veteran,

and a daunting initiation
for a newcomer.

No sense worrying about it,
what the (bleep),

you gonna turn around
and go back? (Bleep) no.

Mike: Let's get at 'er.
Art: We're goin' anyway, eh.

Mike: Oh, we're going!
Art: (Bleep) get at 'er.

Art:
He says he knows what he's
doing on crossing the ice.

It'll take me about a minute
and a half

to figure out if he's full
of (bleep) or not.

Got that out there, buddy?

Got that, Mike?
Ha ha!

♪

Art:
He says he knows what he's
doing on crossing the ice.

It'll take me about a minute
and a half

to figure out if he's full
of (bleep) or not.

Narrator:
It's time for rookie,
Mike Simmons,

to show what he's made of.

♪

As Mike awaits his trial
by ice...

Art:
Welcome to the ice roads.

Narrator:
The veteran's the first
to test the crossing.

(Ice crunches)

Well, we're on the (bleep)
ice crossing.

(Ice cracking)

Crackin' and a poppin'.
Snap, crackle, and (bleep) pop.

(Truck tires crunch on ice)

I'm entering now.

(Ice cracking)

Well, she's poppin'.

(Truck tires crunch on ice)

Art:
I can see it crackin'.

Take a look
out your side window.

I can see right down through,
eh.

(Ice cracking)

♪

Wow, that is black.

Art:
I've never seen it that clear.

You can see right down through,

I can watch the cracks going
and everything here.

It's pretty neat, if you're
into that type of thing.

Imagine normal people would
probably (bleep) in their
pants.

Wow.

Narrator:
The 10 mile stretch
over Island Lake
is privately maintained,

which means the thickness
and stability of the ice

is an unknown for the drivers.

Be careful with the (bleep).
You never know, right.

I'll tell ya,
this a creepy one.

It's like you're driving
over broken glass.

(Water bubbling)

(Ice cracking)

Can you imagine how cold
that is, buddy.

(Ice cracking)

You know what's messed up,

what makes me even more
nervous about all this?

Is I can't swim.

Narrator:
Halfway across the lake...

Art:
All right, Mike, b'y?

Mike:
This is not something
the average person
can get used to.

Holy (bleep)!

Narrator:
The ice isn't the only
thing starting to crack.

My heart's beating 100 mile
an hour.

Narrator:
As the pressure wears
on the cocky newcomer...

Last year when I was out here
I wrote a poem, b'y.

Since we're going across here
this is an appropriate time.

Narrator:
Art tries to cool him down
in his own special way.

Art:
"My name is Art,
I drive the ice roads.

It's a job that I like to do.

A lot of people think
I'm (bleep).

That's really nothing new.

You might not like the way
I talk,

but I don't give a (bleep).

I'm not here to be judged
by you,

I'm here to drive truck.

I like to keep the truck alone
on top side of the ice.

Well, I (bleep) don't mind the
job, I don't get to do it twice.

When I get to where I'm goin',
I see the people smile.

They finally got
the supplies they needed,

it makes my job worthwhile.

Now maybe you don't like me,
or like the job I do,

you keep your (bleep)
pussy jobs,

this ain't the job for you."

Ain't that wonderful, b'y?
(Laughs)

Mike:
That was great, buddy.
(Bleep) hey, Bubba.

I enjoyed that.

♪

(Ice cracking)

I'm trying not to think

of the millions of gallons
of death under the ice.

I'm trying to think of
the safety of the ice.

Art:
I'm sure he felt tough
behind me,

A super (bleep) guy,

when all this (bleep) (bleep),
hey.

But when you hit this stuff,
boy, she (bleep) changes.

(Truck tires crunch on ice)

Art:
I'm off the ice, buddy.

Mike:
I'm not far behind.

(Truck engine rumbles)

It's nice to get off that ice.

Narrator:
As the convoy rolls
into Elk Island Lodge,

the rookie's ice initiation
is finally over.

Art:
Mike had a bit of an attitude
when he first got here,

but slowly but surely,
slowly but surely

the air was comin' out of him.

Well, what'd you think of that,
b'y?

Mike:
Not what I'm used to.

(Art laughs)
Mike: Not what I'm used to.

I felt like I was on that ice
for half a day.

It's all still very vivid
in my mind,

I don't think I'll forget
those cracks for a while.

Mike: Yeah.
Art: See ya in the morning.

Mike:
Yes, sir.
Take 'er easy, buddy.

Art:
Way to go on your first one,
b'y.

Mike:
Thanks, man.
See you in the morning.

Art:
See ya tomorrow.

♪

Alex:
Finally, there's Big Trout.

Narrator:
Alex Debogorski closes in
on his destination.

Alex:
There are so few people
in all these areas

that they're a lot closer,
because there's not many of us.

Doesn't matter what colour
you are, or what race you are,

so you're kind of connected
by this remoteness.

I'm at a fork in the road,

I'm not sure which way to go.

Narrator:
The old pro confronted
twists and turns

over the uncharted trail.

Well, the road has split
has again.

This is ridiculous.

Finally, mission accomplished.

Narrator:
But successfully navigated
his way to the finish line.

Alex:
They're unloading me
right away, which is good.

My load is in one piece,

I'm pretty pleased
it didn't shake apart.

This whole trip, very poor
directions, horrible map.

In the end, it turned out
I was going the right way.

Narrator:
With the delivery,

Alex bags his first load
in Ontario for team Polar.

Alex:
The boys, they unloaded
all the insulation,

they unloaded the pipe
by hand,

so I'll be on my way shortly,

going back for another load.

Narrator:
While one Polar driver
has safely delivered...

100 miles to the southwest...

Todd:
Piece of plywood
with an arrow,

that's all I needed to see.

Narrator:
Todd Dewey's pioneering
a new route.

Hang on,
gonna get rough.

(Loud clang)

Told ya,
it's gonna get rough!

Narrator:
Blazing the trail
to remote Muskrat Dam.

Todd:
My goodness sakes.

(Loud clang)

They did not do much
work on this road.

Narrator:
And he's fighting to keep
his wheels on the ground...

(Loud clang)

And his load on the trailer.

Oh my,
it's a little bit rough.

As long as I know that,
keep an eye on that lumber

because I do not want to spend
any time out reloading lumber

to re-strap her down.
That is for damn sure.

(Loud clangs)

Oh-ho-ho!

(Loud clang)

Holy shyster!

(Warning beeps,
air hisses)

We just bottomed out
really bad.

Something just (bleep)
got knocked off the bottom
of my truck.

I'm losing air fast, too.

It must have been a big rock.

(Screeches to a halt)

I'm gonna stop right here,
it's locking up.

The back tires are locking up.

Son of a bitch.

(Warning beeps)

Definitely ripped off
something.

I've got no air pressure,
the engine light just came on.

Both valves are down
in the red,

I've gotta figure out
what's going on.

Where's my (bleep) gloves at?

(Warning beeps)

(Air hisses)
I can hear it,
I just can't see it.

(Bleep)

Always something,
always something, every time.

Okay, well, I can't hear
any air back here,

I can-I could hear it in
the front, not in the back.

(Air hisses)

Ah (bleep)!

There it is, right there.

I wonder if it if caught one
of these rings,

ripped the plug right
out of the tank.

See these plugs?
These are your air tank plugs.

It ripped the front one
completely right out
of the tank.

It's gone.
There's no plug in that,

I can't hold any air
in the tank.

It's just about air, though.

I didn't have much air left in
to begin with.

Narrator:
Without air pressure,
the brakes will remain locked,

and the rig won't move.

Todd:
Well, if I had a new plug
and I can put a plug in there,

without that plug, I can't hold
no air, I'm screwed.

I ain't goin' anywhere.

Narrator:
Drivers are equipped
with repair kits

in case any situations
spring up on the road.

There's a kit right here.

My fingers are freezing ass
cold.

There's got to be a plug,
I need a plug.

It's got air fittings for air
lines, splicers for lines.

Hose connectors.

You're jokin' me, right?

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Why wouldn't they put a (bleep)
kit in here that's got plugs
in it?

(Bleep)

You know what?
I don't know what to do.

Right now I am just (bleep)
flabbergasted.

I don't know what to say,
I don't know what
to (bleep) do.

But I will tell you this,

My truck ain't (bleep) going
anywhere until I get a (bleep)
plug,

because I can't build any
(bleep) air pressure

until I have a plug in
the air tank.

So we possibly could be here
all night.

(Truck door shuts)

Narrator:
25 miles from
the closest village...

Come on you son of a bitch,

just go through,
one call, please.

Narrator:
The satellite phone
is Todd's last lifeline.

You have no available service.

Real (bleep) good these stupid
(bleep) things do ya, too.

Nothing to do, I can't,
there's nothing I can do.

I'm just stuck here.

Narrator:
With temperatures plummeting
more each minute,

and only three hours
of fuel remaining,

Todd's facing every
trucker's nightmare.

We won't freeze to death
until I run out of fuel.

Then we'll freeze to death.

(Warning beeps)
(Bleep)

♪

Todd:
You know what the sad part
about it is?

I've been travelling for eight
hours on this road

and I haven't seen a truck
run all day long.

Nothing. Zilch.

Narrator:
An air leak in the brake line

has locked up Todd Dewey's
wheels,

and left him stranded
in -30 degrees.

One stupid little brass
plug is all I need.

So I could stay warm
for a half a tank worth
of fuel,

then yeah we're gonna be
in trouble.

Narrator:
As each hour passes, Todd's
situation becomes more dire.

Todd:
I keep trying the sat phone.

I've had this problem before.
They don't always work up here.

The sat phones
don't always come in.

I'm in the middle of a great
big treed area

on the side of the freaking
road,

about 2,000 miles up north,

in the middle of nowhere.

It ain't givin' me any bars.

You know what?
Here comes a truck.

Darrell:
I'm pushing it right now.
Muskrat Dam.

I need to get in there
and get this load off,

get turned around
and get out of there.

Oh, here's a truck
in the road.

Got his flashers on.

(Truck honks)

Oh, it's a Polar truck.

(Airbrakes hiss)

Un-f'n-believable.

Darrell:
The (bleep) you doin', Todd?

Todd:
What in the hell are you doin'?

Truckin' up the road!

(Bleep) I haven't seen
nobody on this road

until I come across you.

I've been sittin' here
all damn day.

I think I must have hit
that great big toad,

it busted an air fitting
right out of my tank.

Tell me that
you have some parts.

Well, let me get out of the
way, I'll see what ya got.

(Truck engine roars)

Just got myself ahead
of a Polar truck.

Think I should keep on goin',

or should I go back
and help him?

Nah, it's Todd.

The competition is Polar,
it's Mark, it's not Todd.

Todd works for the company,

but Todd and I
are still friends.

I will not leave a fellow
trucker in the bush.

It's the trucker's code,

you got a fellow trucker
that's broke down,

you always stop and help them.

Of all (bleep) people.

Todd:
I would, hey, like I said when
you pulled up next to me,

I just about passed out.

Darrell:
Probably smell ya.

(Todd laughs)
Darrell: You think?

But there should be
a plug in here.

There,
is that the right one?

Todd:
Oh yeah.

That's the one, right there.

You need to come more prepared,
Todd.

You need to talk to that
boss of yours.

Darrell:
And give him some (bleep) about
not being prepared out here.

Todd:
I'll keep my mouth shut just
because you're helping me
right now.

I need to get rollin',
see if I can't make it.

Todd:
Yeah, we're not, we shouldn't be
too far out of there right now.

Should be able to get in there.

Darrell:
Yeah.
Well, I'm ahead of you.

Todd:
I'm goin'!

(Laughing)

(Truck doors shut)

Are ya rollin'?

(Bleep) Darrell, I'm- rollin'.
Thanks, buddy.

All right.

If I get goin' too fast for ya,
let me know.

My radio gets out of range
pretty quick.

Oh! Shoot, bud,
you know how I drive.

Darrell:
Yeah, I figure you're gonna
look like you're chained
to my bumper.

Oh, sweet lord.

You miss me, don't ya, Todd.

I do, I do.

Narrator:
As night sets in...

(Truck engine hums)

Todd:
Yeehaw! Muskrat Dam!

Narrator:
Todd...

(Truck honks)
And Darrell.

Well, I'm gonna pull
right up here.

Narrator:
Finally arrive at Muskrat Dam,

and both companies make their
mark on the remote trail.

(Backing up beeps)

I appreciate the help today
anyway, buddy, once again.

Darrell:
No problem,
I'd help anybody, even you.

(Laughing)
Well, obviously.

You know I've never been
down this road before.

I didn't know what to expect,

but I surely didn't expect
to find Todd.

I had the part he needed,
fixed him up,

and got him here, too.

Both of us are here, both of us
are gettin' unloaded.

Todd:
At the end of the day,
I still work for Polar,

I'm still going to get every
load I can (bleep) get.

We'll see who's on top at the
end of the, end of the road.

Todd:
Hey, may the best man win,
buddy.

It turned out to be
a long day for me.

(Bleep) does happen,
he knows that.

Out here in the bush,

you don't leave somebody
behind,

and Darrell came through today
and got me back up and rolling.

You know, you've gotta
have respect for a guy
when he does that.

Darrell: Well, I'm outta here.
Todd: I appreciate it, Darrell.

Darrel: You bet.
Todd: Thanks.

Narrator:
Next time...

(Loud clang)
What the (Bleep)!

Narrator:
on "Ice Road Truckers"...

Mike:
This is (bleep) mission
impossible.

Narrator:
The bigger they come...

Mike:
Come on, move!

Holy (bleep)!

Narrator:
The harder they fall.

Oh, this sucks!

Lisa:
They can't let us cross
until it freezes up.

Narrator:
And for one team...

Darrell:
This is what kills the company.
I don't know what to do.

Narrator:
It could be the end
of the road.

Darrell:
Basically, we're (bleep).