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Narrator:
Now...

on "Ice Road Truckers"...

Hey! What the (bleep)
are you doing?!

Thanks for the load, Mark.

Narrator:
It's chaos...

We're just gonna pound
our way in there.

Flinging mud everywhere.

Narrator:
and destruction.

Lisa:
Uhh-ohh, uhh-ohh.

Narrator:
As the melt decimates
to winter roads.

Art:
No, no, no, no, no!

♪

♪

Narrator:
All season, two companies have
battled on the winter roads.

Mark:
It's taken years for me
to get to the top.

I'm not gonna let anybody
stand in my way.

You ready to do this, Lisa?

I'm ready, let's do this.

Narrator:
Fighting off challenge...

Lisa:
Whoaaaaa!
(Laughs)

Narrator:
after challenge.

Todd:
The biggest load in history
across this ice right here,

Narrator:
But now, mother nature's
putting the drivers
to the test.

As soaring temperatures
are melting the roads

weeks earlier than expected.

turning the trials into slush,

and the crossings
into death traps.

Mark:
These roads are melting away.

It's coming hard and fast.

The warm weather
is gonna kill us.

The warm weather will,
will put you through the ice.

(Water rushes)

♪

Narrator:
Hundreds of miles
from Winnipeg,

deep into the thawing
wilderness,

one trucker is about
to tempt fate.

Art:
I don't know.

I don't know.

Narrator:
Polar driver, Art Burke,
is on his way back

from remote Sachigo Lake.

Facing a crossing that's
quickly running out of ice.

(Shifts gears)

Okay, b'y, we're gonna go
gown on the ice road here.

So with all this warm weather,

we're just gonna hold
our breath

and make it across this.

(Ice cracking)

There's a lot of water here.

Well, talk about smashed.

I never seen it that beat up
before. Look!

Usually you see cracks but that
was totally shattered, eh?

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna
get over in the middle here
a little more.

Narrator:
To try and survive
the crossing,

Art maneuvers towards
the center,

where what's left of the ice
is at its thickest,

but where the water below
is at its deepest.

(Ice cracking)

Art:
We definitely got some
rough ice here

and this is in the middle
of (bleep) ice.

(Bleep)

No, no, no, no, no!

(Water bubbles)

What the (bleep)?!

(Engine roars)

Get that (Bleep) thing
out of the way.

(Water bubbles)

C'mon, baby, c'mon, baby,
c'mon, baby.

C'mon, baby.

We broke through
the (bleep) ice, man.

(Bleep). Oh (bleep) me.

Well, that's a (bleep) first.

(Whistles)
What's really (bleep) up,

We went through the (bleep) ice
in the middle of the lake, b'y.

Well, well, well, well, well,
well, well.

Look.

Oooh.

Whoa! I (bleep) thought
we were going, buddy!

What the (bleep) are we gonna
do now?

I gotta get off
and have a look at this.

I don't know if I wanna try
that again.

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To get a closer look
at the damage

and assess whether it's safer
to go forward or back,

Art breaks a cardinal rule
of ice road trucking;

never park your rig on the ice.

The water was coming right up
through there.

That's where we were.

Look at all the (bleep) water
come up.

I don't know how the (bleep)
I'm gonna get passed this.

I don't (bleep) think I am,
b'y, you know that?

Narrator:
The only stretches of unbroken
ice that lie ahead

are on the edges.

Art:
I'm gonna try it one more time
here, b'y.

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But with a gigantic crater
in the middle of the trail...

Art:
Let's go back a little further

and get a good (bleep) run
at this, b'y.

Narrator:
The narrow paths may not
be strong enough to support
the truck.

Art rolls ahead...

Okay, away we go
for a second attempt.

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hunting for solid ice,

Art:
Right over here.

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and gambling with his life.

(Truck rumbles)

Art:
Oh, we're going through.

What the (Bleep)?!

(Bleep)

Wow.

If we go through this
(bleep) thing,

you'll never see us again.

Come on, baby.

We might go though the ice
here, you got that?

Keep your (bleep) door open,
buddy.

In case we can't go
(bleep).

Can't go forward,
and I can't go back.

Definitely gonna
get through this.

(Water bubbles)

(Engine roars)

Look at the water coming up.

(Engine roars)

The water is squirting up
all around the (bleep) truck.

(Water bubbles)

but I know we're not gonna be
going that way.

Okay, b'y. I gotta turn
this around and go back.

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Out of options,
Art makes a 180 on the ice

and hightails it
for solid ground.

Art:
Holy (bleep), man!

The (bleep) weather's too warm
b'y.

(Bleep)

Shouldn't have (bleep)
been in here.

(Ice cracking)

That second time we veered
back and forth,

I could feel it going deeper
all the (bleep) time, eh.

Holy (bleep), b'y.
I got a rush when I (bleep),

I could feel her going down
more and more all the time, eh.

(Ice cracking)

Well, we're getting off the
(bleep) ice today anyway.

I don't know what's gonna
happen from now on

but I'll tell you
one (bleep) thing,

knock on wood,
not that I'm superstitious,

we're back on land again, b'y.

And am I ever (bleep) happy.

(Engine roars,
airbrakes hiss)

I gotta link a satellite phone
and call Mark

and tell him that that road
is (bleep).

There might be another way
out of here, eh.

(Phone rings)

Mark:
Hey Art, what's going on?

Art:
Well, I got some news
for you here, b'y.

I went through
the (bleep) ice, b'y.

You broke through the ice?

Art:
And I'm not talking
a little bit, Mark.

I was right up through to the
tops of (bleep) nuts

on the (bleep) wheels.

When I backed out, there was
a (bleep) pile on the ice

the size of a pie plate just
gushing (bleep) water out.

Art:
I'm off the ice.
I'm not stuck.

I turned around on the (bleep)
ice and I came back.

Okay. Do not move that truck.
Stay on solid ground.

We're gonna get something
figured out here.

Hang tight.

Okay. Bye. Nice talking.
Bye bye.

Well, I just talked to Mark
and he wants me to sit here.

Now I sit and wait
till he calls me back.

I think this might work.

Yes, buddy,
how you doing now, Mark?

It looks like there is some
kind of Y in the road,

about six miles back.

Okay.

Yeah, hang a left
and head down that trail.

Talk to you later
then, buddy. Bye, bye.

Yeah. Good luck.
Bye, bye.

Okay, I'm gonna go back
to that fork

to actually get us out
of here the other way.

Narrator:
Having dodged a bullet,

Art hits the road
with Mark's escape plan.

Plan B, b'y, plan B.

Because this road is a (bleep),
a washout, literally.

Now I'm gonna backtrack
and there's another road here

and I'm gonna take that.

So this is the way we're going.

Well, I guess we're gonna
be fine.

We made it this far,
we're gonna make it the rest.

Narrator:
Coming up...

and Polar's competition
is in the thick of it too.

(Truck honks)

Not even halfway through here

and I would say this road
is deteriorating so fast.

Quite unbelievable
to watch it go so fast.

Narrator:
Lisa Kelly is hauling the first
half of a lucrative new
contract.

The last two loads bound
for the distant village
of Deer Lake,

500 miles from Winnipeg.

It could be the upstart
company's biggest payday yet

and there's a reason
for the high price tag.

Oh! Of course I banged the
bottom of the truck on it.

Narrator:
No trail on the winter road
system

has experienced higher
temperatures

than the one into Deer Lake.

Boy, it is a slow trip today.

Ain't no going fast
on this stuff.

Narrator:
But the renegades are willing
to take a risk

to try and ensure a profitable
first season.

Lisa:
Boy we're gonna be lucky
to get out of here.

(Loud clang)

I can't turn around
and go back so...

There's only one direction
to go.

Ooh boy.

I'm at an ice crossing.

Oh, I could clearly tell
where the shore is

and where the ice starts.

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Now, Lisa's gotta brave
the crossing at Sparling Lake.

I'm gonna go look at it
'cause I don't know
if it's safe to go on yet.

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Where the murky water
on the surface is so deep

most cracks aren't even visible
to drivers.

This is just water
as far as I can see.

This looks very skeptical.

I guess that's the nature
of the road, huh?

It's all slush right here.

Yeah, it's super soft
just under my feet.

So... that's a hole there.

But I'm gonna go across
this ice.

Just gonna ease down on it
and see where it goes.

(Door shuts)

All right,
I'm gonna go for it

but I'm gonna be very, very,
very careful

because I wanna go home
after this.

I'm here to make money,
not to go to heaven.

Narrator:
Lisa leaves shore

hoping her 20-tonne load of
building supplies stays afloat.

Lisa:
I'm on the ice.

(Water splashes)

I don't hear any cracking

and I'm not sure if that's
a good thing or a bad thing.

Super slushy right here.

It's turning into a lake.

(Water bubbles)

Narrator:
The crossing is rapidly
dissolving

and the added weight
from rising water

is putting even more pressure
on the thinning ice.

(Engine roars)
(Ice cracking)

Lisa:
See it's popping.

Okay, now it's getting
really loud.

(Ice cracking)

Oh-oh, if this thing goes
I'm outta here.

Okay, I don't usually ride
out here

but I... I've never seen
this much water on the lake.

If this thing cracks,
if this thing does anything,

I'm so outta here,

because it's enough water now
that if I did go through,

I think I'd have to swim
to shore.

(Water splashes)

Holy cripes, pushing water.

Yeah, I'm about halfway

because I can see the edge
on that side.

Narrator:
With the ice splintering

but no way to see through
the muddy water...

(Water bubbles)

Ooh.

Narrator:
Lisa's operating on blind faith
to get her to the other side.

(Ice cracking)
Cripes.

C'mon baby, a little bit more.

There, it's getting deeper.
All right.

Here comes the shore.

I might need to put a little
power into it

because if it bogs down at this
idle it's not gonna make it.

Hang on, hang on.

(Engine roars)

I made it! All right.

I made it off the ice.

Narrator:
Lisa's conquered the crossing,

but she still has 100 miles
to Deer Lake.

I have truck fully mud covered.

Narrator:
And the entire return trip
still to go,

if there's even a road left
to drive on.

Narrator:
As Lisa trudges on...

back in Winnipeg.

Darrell:
They'll come and get that load.

Lisa's already grabbed
the one, she's gone.

Narrator:
With a fixed up rig,
business partner Darrell

is looking to get going with
the second half of the valuable
contract.

What do you mean
you gave it to Mark?

I had both those loads
contracted.

Lisa already took one.

He said he'd do it cheaper?

Well, you know what,
I'll cut rate,

so Mark don't get it.

I'll come and get it right now.

I'll go right over to Polar's
yard and I'll grab it.

All right, I'll talk to you
later. Thanks, bye.

Now this, this is (Bleep).

Mark's stealing my loads.

I'm gonna go see if it's over
there. If it, I'm taking it.

(Engine roars)

I have the contract
on these loads.

I'm gonna pull into Polar
and I'm gonna take my load.

I'm not gonna let Mark walk
all over me.

I'm not gonna let him think
that he can do whatever he
wants.

I have the contract.
I already moved one of them

and I'm getting the last
one too.

(Clang)

Okay.

Mark:
Hey! Hey! What the (bleep)
are you doing?!

Darrell: I'm taking my load.
Mark: What the (bleep)
are you doing?

Darrell: I'm taking
my (bleep) load.
Mark: No, you're not.
This isn't your (bleep) load.

I called about these loads
this morning

and I have the contract
on these loads.

You get the (bleep) off my
truck, I'm leaving.

Thanks for the load, Mark.

(Truck honks)

Darrell:
Falling apart,
falling apart fast.

Mark may have got lucky
that I took this load.

Narrator:
Darrell Ward's slogging through
the trail to Deer Lake.

Darrell:
Look at the water
and the mud on the road.

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Trying to bring in the second
half of the big ticket
contract.

Woo hoo!
What am I doing out here?

Have I lost my (bleep) mind?

Lisa's in here too.
Holy (bleep).

Ooh. And it's rough too.

Narrator:
But with the road
at ground zero of the thaw,

Darrell's play to snag
the load from Polar

could backfire
on his young company.

Darrell:
You can't screw up.

If you screw up, you're done,
you're stuck.

Stuck, maybe sitting here
till next winter.

May end up flying out
of Deer Lake.

I still got a ways to go.

The sun's been beating
on it now for about six hours

and I can only imagine what
this is gonna look like

by seven o'clock tonight.

The load will be delivered.

I may not get out of here but
the load will get delivered.

Narrator:
As Darrell goes to war
in the slop,

150 miles ahead...

Lisa:
I got in here,
I'm in Deer Lake.

Once I get it there
and get this off-loaded,

thank you, halleluiah!

Narrator:
Partner Lisa Kelly survived the
grueling road into Deer Lake.

Time to unload me.

Narrator:
And the first half of the big
money contract is on the books.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Narrator:
But now...

Well, I mean there's always,
there's always a victory

when you accomplish your goal,
but then I've,

it's already overshadowed
by what I've gotta do next.

Narrator:
The return trip looms ahead.

Lisa:
You can't really breathe out.

You can use your breathe
to celebrate a little

but don't breathe a sigh
of relief yet

because I'm only halfway now.

I gotta turn around
and go back now.

Narrator:
With a high sun cooking
the path...

Narrator:
Lisa goes right back
into the chaos.

Good God, this is way more
challenging than it should be.

Narrator:
100 miles to the south...

It's gonna be rough.
I'm thinking lots of potholes.

Narrator:
An ice road legend's battling
a melting trail of his own.

The road to Pikangikum
was shut down days ago,

deemed too unsafe for travel.

But with the last materials
needed to finish the building
of a new school,

(Truck honks)

the trail's been reopened.

Alex:
So ideally, I get this load
delivered

and get out or I'll be stuck up
there till next year.

Narrator:
And the veteran's gambling
with his years of experience

he can maneuver in and out
before the roads close down
for good.

(Loud clang)
Ohh.

Once the road goes out,
then we can't drive

and we really don't want
the truck, otherwise-

and then we have to abandon
the truck in the bush.

So I guess you could say

we're just gonna pound
our way in there

and shake her up.

(Loud clang)

The road surface itself
is breaking up.

Pounding her through here too.

I'm glad I don't have a load
of eggs, that's all. (Laughs)

Narrator: Now...
Alex: Holy mackerel!

Narrator:
Alex must tackle the biggest
hill on the entire trail.

Okay it's pretty big.
It's definitely steep.

Narrator:
Which has become nothing
but a mound of slush and mud.

Now we gotta give her because
this is the kind of hill you
can spin out on.

Narrator:
And without steady velocity
and traction...

Alex:
It's gonna be rough.

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It'll eat up his rig
like quicksand.

(Big splash)

Come on.
Get up the hill.

(Truck rumbles)

Come on, get up there.

It's some slippery,
holy mackerel.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

Whoa!

Narrator:
Coming up...

Alex:
Come on, get up there.

It's gonna be something
slippery, holy mackerel.

Alex Debogorski's facing
a mountain of trouble.

Alex:
Whoa! This is just impossible.

This is- Yeah,
I don't believe it.

Narrator:
The conditions on the hill
are too much,

even for a seasoned pro
like Alex.

(Engine roars)
I'm gonna try to back up there.

Narrator:
If he can't conquer
the incline,

there's no place to turn around

and he may be forced
to abandon the rig.

Okay. I'm gonna put chains on.

This is gonna be one
of those days.

Narrator:
So Alex will throw on chains
for added traction

and give it one more try.

This is about as ugly
as it gets.

I don't usually get a chance
to put chains on in the mud.

When I'm done, this truck's
gonna look like 2015 outhouse.

She's gonna be baptized in mud.

That'll be right.

When you're working with mud
a good thing to do

is lay down there
right off the bat.

Lay down, roll around in it,

mud in the blood and the beer.

Do you think a guy can take
a chance to run that hill

just two singles
on the back axle?

Okay. We're gonna take a shot
at 'er.

The odds of making it up
there are very slim,

but because I'm adventuresome,
we're gonna give her a shot.

Okay, I'm gonna put it
in manual,

start out in a second.

(Engine roars)

Hang on to your shorts,
here we go.

Nice driving.

(Loud clang)
Come on, baby.

Come on, baby, let's go.
Giddy up.

(Truck whines)

Come on, baby.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

Come on.

(Engine roars)

I don't believe it.
Thank you, Lord.

Yee-hoo!

Okay we're off again.

Narrator:
With the incline behind him,

the mud covered veteran
hammers down.

Alex:
We're getting close
to Pikangikum.

Narrator:
And makes it through
the final 40 miles

of the dissolving trail.

We made it.

That journey was muddy.
(Chuckles)

Narrator:
Despite conditions that would
have beaten most drivers,

the old pro prevails.

And Alex delivers big
for Polar and the community.

(Barking)

Alex:
I got a little dirty.

I had to put chains on
in the mud.

Get right up to your neck
in mud.

But only a couple of mouthfuls,
so it wasn't bad,

I can handle that.

I'm ready to go home
and have a bath. (Chuckles)

Wash my clothes.
(Laughs)

Narrator:
60 miles to the north...

Darrell:
Deer Lake right ahead.

Narrator:
Polar's competition's also
pushing through the thaw.

Hopefully they can get this
load off me within the hour

and get me turned around
and headed back out of here.

Narrator:
As Darrell brings home the
second half of the richest
contract

in the company's history.

Darrell:
Looks like I'm the last load
to Deer Lake.

This stuff is melting fast.
The road's bad.

I don't know how I'm gonna
get out of here once I do get
offloaded.

Narrator:
But with 200 miles ahead
to get off the winter road,

and the possibility the rig
could get swallowed up

as the trail's on the verge
of shutting down.

(Bleep) that, I'm out of there.

Narrator:
Darrell's high stakes gamble
is far from over.

Darrell:
Turn and burn baby,
turn and burn.

Won't be burning the (bleep)
out here it's too wet.

during the coldest part
of the day,

because I don't think you're
gonna get out of here after,

after tomorrow you're done.
This road's done.

There's no more crossing it.

Narrator:
80 miles ahead...

Darrell's business partner,
Lisa Kelly,

has already been fighting
the trail out of Deer Lake.

Lisa:
We're making it out of here.

So there.

Narrator:
Making slow progress
on her way back to Winnipeg.

Lisa:
I got a hill coming up here.

I'm gonna try to get a run
for it.

(Shifts gears)

I feel like I don't even
have any traction at all.

(Engine roars)

Uhh-ohh, uhh-ohh,
it's not making it.

I just didn't make it.

Oh (bleep), it's not stopping,
it's not stopping.

It's sliding down this hill.
I cannot get it to stop.

It's not gonna stop.
Hang on.

Lisa:
Uhh-ohh, uhh-ohh,
it's not making it.

I just didn't make it.

Oh (bleep), it's not stopping,
it's not stopping.

Narrator:
Everything's going downhill
for Lisa Kelly.

Lisa:
I cannot get it to stop.
It's not stopping.

It's not gonna stop.
Hang on.

Oh, now I'm in the ditch.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

(Bleep) You're kidding me.

And I'm still stuck.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

I can't believe
I'm that stuck.

Narrator:
Even fully chained,
the mud and slush

has proven too much to overcome

and with no ability
to move forward or back,

Lisa's stranded miles
from civilization.

Any ideas anybody
so we're not here all night?

(Wind howls)

Narrator:
But a maintenance crew
on their last shift

could be Lisa's best chance
at freedom.

I'm uhh, I'm stuck.

If you could pull me downhill
and then I'll let you go by.

So you can go up...

Lisa: Is that all right?
Man: Yeah.

Oh thank you.

(Engine roars)

Lisa:
Come on, baby.
Just a little bit more.

(Beeping)

Narrator:
Free of the snow bank, the road
crew tows her down the hill.

Far enough to get a running
start for her next attempt.

Lisa guns it with a giant
incline in her sights.

(Loud clang)

Lisa:
Oh!

(Loud clang)

(Truck revs)

Almost there, almost there!

(Engine roars)

Hells yeah!

Made it over the top.

Thank you so much,
I really appreciate it.

That was just a terrible
nightmare. (Laughs)

I really appreciate it.

Narrator:
Lisa may be over the summit...

But with 120 miles to go,

she ain't out of the woods yet.

I feel like I can barely go
anywhere without getting stuck.

See I'm just spinning
right now.

So I'm gonna do my best
to get as far as I can

before I get stuck and have to
take a helicopter out of here.

Narrator:
While Lisa presses on...

(Wind howls)

at the competition's
headquarters...

Art: (Knock)
How you doing Mark, b'y?

Mark: You're alive?!
Art: Can you believe this?

Narrator:
Art Burke is finally off
the road after his harrowing
ordeal.

Mark: Truck's okay?
Art: Truck is great, buddy.

Geez, that must have been
scary.

The water was all squirting up
all around everywhere
this morning.

No, no, no, no, no!

I was thinking, when the water
gets up to the door

I'm gonna bail.
Mark: Yeah.

I had to drive back out again
to get up on the ice.
Mark: Yeah.

(Bleep) that was pretty freaky,
b'y.

C'mon baby, c'mon baby,
c'mon baby.

Look at the water coming up.

(Big splash)

I had to jackknife her around
to get her turned in the ice

and then I got off of that, eh.
Mark: Good.

It was a (bleep) rush buddy,
I'll tell ya.

Mark: Holy smokes.
Art: A really good rush.

I'm glad I didn't have to send
a helicopter for you.

I didn't have to send a body
bag for you, never mind that.

Or the truck.

Mark:
Well, the truck's can be
replaced, Art,

I mean, you know I don't...

yeah, I don't wanna see
anybody get killed.

I couldn't bail, b'y, I had to
try my best to get it out.

That's the first time
I've ever had the door opened
like that (bleep),

thinking I'm gonna have
to bail man,

but we didn't, and we got out.

So I'm still just, just really
grateful that you're here.

Thank you, buddy.

I was (bleep) sure
we were gone.

(Deep inhale) There were
some hectic, (laughs)

it was a hectic couple minutes,
b'y,

but we made her, b'y,
that's the main thing.

We made 'er.

(Wind howls)

Lisa:
Oh my gosh.

I can't even get the wheels
to start turning on this truck.

It's just like driving
through molasses.

Narrator:
Lisa Kelly's leading the way
back to Winnipeg

on the deteriorating road
out of Deer Lake.

(Big splash)

Well, I'm only halfway out.

(Shifts gears)

It's literally taking
all of my concentration

and everything I have
to keep it on this road.

It's just if I look away
for even a second

it's gonna throw me
into the ditch.

No matter how tired I am,
how exhausted I am,

I can't just pull over and quit

because otherwise
I'll be stuck here

for a very, very, very
long time.

(Loud clang)

This has been so bumpy.

Hang on, this is gonna (bleep)
hurt.

(Loud clang)

(Truck revs, tires spin)

(Engine hums)

What happened over
on this side?

A soft spot.

This tire's not even
touching the ground.

So solid right here too.

Narrator:
The truck's dug so deep

that her drive tires are
suspended in air

making it impossible to move.

Lisa:
This front tire just sunk
right in,

lifted my back tire off.

I'm so done. I'm soaked,
tired, cranky...

Narrator:
50 miles back...

(Loud clang)
Ooh.

This road's in terrible shape.

Narrator:
The gnarly trail is putting
Darrell through the ringer too.

I got chains rattling and
(bleep) wanting to come apart.

This road's so rough it's like
driving through (bleep) oatmeal.

Narrator:
After the road's already been
torn to pieces by Lisa's rig,

now her partner's forced to
suffer through the aftermath.

Everything you touch gets you
wet out there right now.

I gotta get out of here.

(Loud clang)
Whoa, whoa.

Keep going, keep going,
keep going.

(Loud clang)
Whoa, (bleep) me!

What the (bleep), dude?

It's slick over here,
I'm stuck on this edge.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

(Shifts gears)

I'm gonna be lucky
to get out of here.

(Truck revs, tires spin)

And it's not giving in,
(bleep) no traction whatsoever.

I totally cannot move.

Now what the (bleep)
am I gonna do about (bleep).

I'm just (bleep) stuck
on flat ground.

I don't know what the (bleep)
I'm on.

I'm on something.

I don't' know why this thing
won't just go forward.

I got (bleep) chains on it
and everything else.

Totally (bleep) on flat ground.

Narrator:
With Darrell and Lisa
both stranded

on a melting road that's on
the verge of being shut down,

they could be forced to abandon
their vehicles,

closing the door on their
season and their company.

I don't have too many
(bleep) options.

(Bleep) what a night this
is turning out to be.

(Owl hoots)

Narrator:
Next time...

Narrator:
On "Ice Road Truckers"...

Oh, come on.

They'll haul our ass out.

Narrator:
A king is to throne...

No way. (Crash)

Alex:
This could be the end.

Narrator:
And for a veteran.

Alex:
Hold on.

Narrator:
It could be check mates.

Alex:
Whoa! Hold on! (Crash)