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[ethereal music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

-[miners straining] -Yeah. Right there.

[miner] Right up in there. Right up in here, boys. There we go.

-[jackhammer pounding] -[miners clamoring indistinctly]

[jackhammer pounding]

-[device beeps] -Mankins!

[Mankins] Yeah?

You want to tell me why your methane sensors are off?

I don't know.

Maybe the batteries are dead.

-Why don't you get us a canary? -This is no joke.

These are to alert you to concentrations of methane.

They must stay on.

[tense music playing]

-[rumbling] -[miner] Where'd that come from?

Sounds like the open pit.

We hit a methane pocket.

That's impossible.

Everybody out! Everybody out!

-[dramatic music playing] -[miners clamoring]

[miner] Come on! Go!

-No! -[sparking]

-[dramatic music continues] -[siren wailing]

-[miner screaming] -[miners clamoring]

[miner 1] Medic!

[miner 1 yelling in agony]

[miner 2] Go, go, go!

Ahh!

["All I Do Is Drive" by Jason Isbell playing on radio]

♪ All I do is drive, drive, drive ♪

♪ Try to stay alive And keep my mind on my load ♪

♪ I got nothing in common With the any man ♪

♪ Who's home every day at five ♪

♪ All I do is drive, drive, drive… ♪

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

-[man 1 laughing] -[man 2] Come on, you can say it.

-You can say it. -[rock music playing faintly]

-[man 2] We will sort right here. -[both laughing]

They will save their hands right there.

Coffee saved with water for me! For him! For them!

[man laughing] Is it coffee, Gurty?

[laughing stops]

This how you guys still get your kicks, huh?

Walk away, Gurty. They're idiots.

[man] Hey.

How's it feel to be best friends with a retard?

He's my brother, Johansson.

And I told you never to call him that.

Retard.

-[punch lands] -[groans]

[man] McCann, get in here!

[sighs]

I know what you get, but I talk with a lot of hands for hands sometimes.

[man] Gurty.

We're fired.

But tires to a point rotated go.

Let someone else rotate them. We're fired.

Pack your shit up. Skeeter too. Come on.

[squeaking]

[Gurty] I don't want.

-Me never been in, and then today-- -Yeah, I know. I know.

Gurty, I don't care. You're going in.

They're gonna look after you.

We've been together a long time, but he can't hold a job,

and I can't carry him anymore.

I don't have a lot of tire left in my own treads.

[doctor chuckles]

Will this help make him self-sufficient, doctor?

I can't promise anything with language, cognition scores like these,

but we'll see what we can do.

-[indistinct chatter on PA] -Hi, John, I'm Dr. Talbot.

-Pleased to meet you. -Thank you, I appreciate it.

-And hope the world lasts for you. -He's saying, "Hello."

How long to go with them?

With them for the time over? For them, for me?

He's asking what all this entails, doctor.

Well, just a few tests.

If he qualifies for rehabilitation, we arrange housing.

It should take no more than an hour.

-Skeeter. -You can't bring Skeeter in here.

Let them poke and prod you, it's no big deal.

I'll see you in an hour.

Hey.

Don't be a big baby.

-Thanks, doctor. -You're welcome.

Uh, John, the examination room is just down the hall.

[indistinct chatter on PA continues]

No readings indicated a methane gas pocket?

So you're saying, as general manager of this facility,

that this was out of the blue?

Completely out of the blue, sir.

We think the gas built up behind the stoping shields,

where our PdM sensors couldn't pick it up.

[man on phone] I'm briefing the prime minister in 20 minutes.

Listen carefully.

No one goes in any of the tunnels until that gas is drilled and capped.

Understood, sir. Understood.

Let me ask you, how do we drill and cap a methane pocket without a wellhead?

-I'll get back to you. -[phone beeps]

[man sighs]

Get me the Air Force base in Winnipeg, officer in charge of civilian emergencies.

Airlift a 30-ton gas wellhead?

Impossible.

And there's no runway up at Katka to land a C-130 on,

and our largest choppers are Chinooks,

which can't carry a 30-ton wellhead.

Payloads of that nature have to go by truck.

[keypad clicking]

-[line ringing] -Jill.

That young field officer in Winnipeg is supposed to know

everything about ice road transports up to the northern mines.

-[Jill] You mean Max Tully? -Yes, him.

[man] The prime minister will see you now, sir.

Just a sec. Max Tully?

[Tully] Mr. Goldenrod?

What?

I'm Max Tully with Mining Safety. Could I have a word with you?

It's about Katka mine.

What about Katka?

This morning, Tunnel Six collapsed.

I need an 18-foot gas wellhead, 300 feet of pipe delivered up there

in under 30 hours.

Eighteen-foot gas wellhead and 300 feet of pipe?

Goddamn, that's a hell of a lot of weight, son.

Can you make it happen?

What do I look like, God? We're three weeks into April.

All my of my drivers are on their way to Hawaii

or wherever the hell it is they go during the off-season.

Say, for conversation's sake, you have replacements.

Say for conversation's sake that these rigs have wings.

What have you been smoking?

March 10th, the season ended. That's five weeks ago.

But didn't old-timers back in the '60s drive the lake into April?

Yeah, and most of 'em died doing it.

So it's really that dangerous?

Yeah, it's that dangerous!

Okay, okay. It's a stupid idea. Sorry for asking.

-[tense music playing] -[sighs]

Hey, hey. Kid, come here.

I know all the miners up there in Katka. I know their families.

So…

personal opinion.

If I can get drivers and a mechanic

at say 3:00 this afternoon,

and if you can get the provincial government to open up the ice road,

two very big "ifs…"

we'll do it.

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[softly] Shit.

Hi, um…

-Excuse me. -Yes.

I brought my brother in this morning. Vocational rehab.

McCann, 813. He's still being evaluated, sir.

The doctor said an hour. It's been two and a half.

We're a little short-staffed today, so please take a seat.

Hey.

Sir! Sir!

[sighs] Get Security on Two East, please.

[man] Hey, bro.

What's happening?

What is all this?

Aw, jeez.

What is going on here?

Xanex and Lexapro, right?

Probably some Oxy for good measure? You know, to take the edge off.

-They're for PTSD. -I know what they're for.

Did you ask for these, Gurty?

He has insomnia, hypertension, makes inappropriate outbursts.

Kiss my Irish ass!

Post-traumatic stress disorder is real.

I can Section 502 him.

Do it!

The press will love another story

about how the VA overprescribes opioids to America's heroes.

You're making a grave mistake.

You try and stop us from leaving here, so are you.

[pills clatter]

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Here, put this on!

It's cold.

Wait, here, here.

Come on, your pants!

[somber music playing]

Ken… Kenworth. More Ken.

Take us great that owned we.

We.

Sure. Sure, it would be great if we owned our own rig.

Did you win the lottery?

Did you happen to win the Pick-6 and not tell me?

This thing costs 200 grand, Gurty!

Two hundred!

[phone vibrating]

[hopeful music playing]

[hopeful music continues]

[music fading]

Ever been to Winnipeg, Gurty?

It's just 70 miles.

"Win a pig."

-[expectant music playing] -We might, partner.

With any luck, today we might just win a pig.

[expectant music continues]

[anchor on radio] News all day, every day.

Our top story,

twin explosions rock Northern Manitoba's Katka mine this morning,

killing eight miners and leaving 26 more unaccounted for.

The cause of the explosion has not been determined.

Hi, I'm calling from Trappers Transpo in Winnipeg,

we're in an emergency and need drivers.

Tully, give me 50 bucks.

-You got 50 bucks? -Yeah, I do.

One of my drivers just became available. Thanks.

-Fantastic. What… what's it for? -Bail.

-Uh, yeah-- What? -Told you this wasn't gonna be easy.

-[tense music playing] -[man] Tantoo!

Sunglasses and keys.

You protest and throw rocks again, we'll arrest you again.

We're gonna keep doing it till you get off our land.

The city owns that parking lot.

I was referring to North America.

[officer] See you soon.

[tense music continues]

How's the fight for justice goin'?

You keep building casinos,

you'll beat the white man without a shot fired.

You heard about the cave-in up at Katka?

Yeah, it was on the TV in there.

I still haven't heard from Cody, though. I'm worried sick.

He's on the list of those missin'.

I'm puttin' together a little rescue mission.

-Ice road? -Yup.

I'm in.

[car starting]

[miners coughing]

Let's get a head count!

Cody.

One.

-Two. -Three.

-Four. -Five.

-[miner] Six. -Seven.

-Eight. -Nine.

-[miner] Ten. -Eleven.

-Twelve. -Thirteen.

[Dave] I got a wife and kids, Jim. How would I even explain this to them?

No one's gonna force you to go, Dave.

I understand. It's not for everyone. Thanks.

What do you got?

Half are retired, half have never seen an ice road.

Next are two guys up from North Dakota. Brothers.

Thank you.

Which one of you guys is Mike McCann?

I am.

-You're the driver, he's the mechanic? -Yup. One of the best.

It says you had experience on the ice road in the Northwest Territory.

That's pretty serious country. What'd you drive?

Anything on wheels.

It says you've had 11 gigs in the last eight years,

which ain't exactly inspiring my confidence.

Some reason that you can't hold down a job?

My, uh…

My brother's a veteran, got injured in Iraq.

Uh, he's got this thing called aphasia, which is--

I know what it is.

Long story short, um, for the past eight years,

I've been his caretaker, for lack of a better word, and…

-And we-- -I get it.

We ain't got time. What's his name?

Call him "Gurty."

Gurty. Hey.

Gurty, Jim Goldenrod.

Grab your toolset, follow me.

[dramatic music playing]

Right here.

I want you to pull the rocker armshaft.

I'm gonna time you.

Say when.

-Go. -[watch beeps]

[dramatic music playing]

Sweet Jesus.

Okay. Tully?

Send everybody else home and call Katka.

-I got my crew. -[Tully] Where's Tantoo?

She's re-parking somebody else's rig.

[dramatic music continues]

She seems a little young.

[keys jingle]

-I'll have the contracts drawn up. -Thank you.

[all grunting]

[miner] Enough.

Anyone not out by now isn't coming out.

-[miners murmuring] -[faint rhythmic tapping]

-[tapping continues] -You guys hearing that?

-[miners murmuring] -[tapping continues]

-[tapping continues] -That sounds like tap code.

You men, give us a hand.

Somebody had to have been in the Army, Navy, Cub Scouts?

[rhythmic tapping]

[miner] What are they saying, Cody?

"How many alive?"

Look, if you do hear something, you call me, all right?

Yes, sir.

[rhythmic tapping]

[tapping continues]

-[tapping continues] -It's, uh… "Twenty-six."

-[tapping continues] -"Alive."

Fred, listen to me. Listen to me.

You tell them we're gonna cap that methane with a wellhead.

All right? Then we're gonna blast.

You tell them those wellheads, they're comin' ASAP.

-All right? -Okay.

Okay.

[rhythmic tapping]

"Wellheads arrive ASAP."

What do they mean, "ASAP"?

Six hours?

Twelve hours?

What if it's 30?

Then we're dead.

[miner coughing]

The 26 includes Lampard.

Yup.

Mankins?

He's alive.

So the question is time.

I mean, no one's ever lasted over 30 hours under permafrost.

Well, the government's got that ice road open.

Safety supervisor guy, he's even managed to, uh, secure transpo.

Jim Goldenrod.

If Jim Goldenrod believes 25-ton wellheads can roll across a frozen lake in April,

I suppose we should believe it too.

All right.

These wellheads are beasts, 18 feet long, 25 ton heavy.

We got three rigs, all identically equipped,

so that we can achieve tactical redundancy.

We're taking every chance to save those miners' lives.

Tactical re-what-ancy?

Redundancy. Each rig doesn't need the others to complete the mission.

Gold star to the man from North Dakota!

One, two, three. The gold one is mine.

You two can paper-rock-scissors for the red one.

She's the one with the comfy seats.

It's all yours.

[Tully] Contracts.

-One for you. -Thanks.

[Tully] One for you, you.

$200,000 split four ways.

Any questions?

What happens to anyone that doesn't make it, to their money?

Paragraph four, their share goes to those that do.

That's pretty cold.

Sounds fair to me. Who's that guy?

Uh, Mr. Varnay.

Tom Varnay, Katka International Insurance Group.

Tully, these are my trucks. I say who goes.

They're your trucks, but it's Katka's insurance,

so if one goes in the lake, it's on Katka.

He's not takin' a cut?

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I'm just along for the ride and to protect Katka's investment.

All right, you'll ride with Tantoo in the black Kenworth.

Put your gear in there.

You two will find safety bags in the locker area. It's time to load up.

We'll fuel the rigs and we'll push in 15.

Thank you. Thanks.

-Thank you. -[Varnay] Hello.

[Mike] Fifty grand apiece times two!

That's more than enough for a down payment on a rig like this.

Sorry I ripped up your brochure, by the way.

I'm gonna put Skeeter up front with us, okay?

-[Skeeter squeaking] -Where are ya?

[Varnay] Tantoo, is it?

Tully says you're Cree.

What's your name mean?

[slowly] Name mean…

"Like to drive alone."

[epic music playing]

Mount up! Use the head if you have to now!

We're on a bull run!

See you on the flip side, Tully.

[epic music continues]

[epic music building]

We'll run with 200-foot separations, leapfrogging every few hours.

-Everyone good with that? -Yup.

Afirmativo.

First leg, Lake Winnipeg ice road. It's about 300 miles, 20 hours.

Second leg, up over Manitoba Pass.

Third leg, Manitonka ice road to Old Manitonka Bridge.

Twenty-three hours total.

What's wrong with New Manitonka?

[Jim on radio] The new bridge would be preferred,

but gettin' up to New Manitonka's another 90 kilometers.

That puts us outside the miners' oxygen window.

Old Manitonka was built in the '60s, so that's rated 75,000 pounds?

Yup.

We're gonna be shaving it close.

Here we go, people.

[epic music continues]

[music fading]

[miner clears throat] Oh, shit.

You said 120 meters that way, 80 that way.

Give or take.

Pretty decent atmospheric volume.

Yeah, except we got 26 sets of lungs down here.

[miners coughing]

["Six Days on the Road" by Dave Dudley playing on radio]

[Mike on radio] Hey, Jim.

Yeah.

I thought I heard every trucker's expression,

so what the heck's a "bull run"?

"Bull run," well, back in Minnesota,

all the livestock haulers never used to stop,

'cause bulls, you see, gotta be standin' when they're being transported.

As soon as one gets tired and lies down,

then the others will step on him and kill him.

All livestock haulers know this, so they never stop for anything.

[Mike] Ah, I see.

I've learned something tonight.

[on radio] ♪ And my eyes are open wide ♪

♪ I just passed a Jimmy and a White ♪

♪ I've been passin' everything in sight ♪

[singing along] ♪ Six days on the road And I'm gonna make it home tonight ♪

[on radio] ♪ Well, it seems like a month Since I kissed my baby goodbye ♪

♪ I could have a lot of women But I'm not like some other guys… ♪

["I'm Movin' On" by Miranda Lambert playing on radio]

♪ That big eight wheeler Rollin' down the track ♪

♪ Means your true-lovin' daddy Ain't comin' back ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm movin' on… ♪

Hey, Jim, how you feelin' about the ice?

[on radio] Cold, hard, and stiff.

I wish we weren't runnin' in bright sunshine tomorrow though.

♪ Said hello to the Southland We're comin' to you ♪

♪ We're movin' on ♪

-♪ Oh, hear my song… ♪ -[song fading]

[tense music playing]

You want a sandwich?

You haven't eaten since we left.

You'll know when I'm hungry. It's very unattractive.

You get cranky?

Worse, I act white.

[chuckles]

Tully said you and Goldenrod had a falling out.

That wasn't a big deal.

It sounded like a big deal.

He fired me, I got upset, took a swing at him.

It's old news.

How's that Kenworth, boys?

Uh, she's a fine ride, Jim.

Thinkin' we might get one just like it.

-Well, what you gonna call her? -[Mike chuckles]

[Jim] Take your time, boys. Namin' a big rig's a sacred thing.

What'll we name our truck, Gurty?

Mmm. Truck-truck-truck.

[laughing] You hear that?

"Truck-truck-truck." I like it. It's got a ring to it.

It is beautiful out here.

Is it really that dangerous?

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

What exactly do you do?

I'm an actuary.

A risk-assessment professional, if we're being formal.

Well, Mr. Varnay,

hauling heavy cargo on ice in April is a big deal.

-See Custer's head there? -[tinkling]

Tips us off to pressure waves.

Go to fast, you create a pressure wave.

In you go.

Go too slow and the ice can't handle the pounds per square inch on your tire.

In you go.

[muffled water gurgling]

[ominous music playing]

[engine sputtering and hissing]

What the hell was that? Over.

Sounds like my head gasket.

[engine sputtering and turning]

Come on, damn it.

Come on!

[sputters]

[steam hissing]

-[sighs] -[engine stops]

Sweet Jesus, that ain't good.

[water gurgling]

Shit.

Shit.

Whoa! What the hell are you doin'?

Going back.

I thought we weren't stopping for anything.

You know, all that "bull run" stuff?

I said, "We're going back."

Goddamn it!

[exhales heavily]

[tense music playing]

Gurty's gonna run diagnostics while we hook up. We'll pull together.

Use the nylon snatch pulleys on the rear, so the rigs can swing!

[tense music continues]

Is this, uh… [laughs nervously] This gonna work?

How, uh…

How far are we gonna… gonna tow him, all the way to the mine?

Do us all a favor, Mr. Varnay, and get back in your truck.

[tense music continues]

[mutters] Shit. Come on.

[creaking]

[cracking]

Oh, oh, oh…

Gurney!

Clear out!

What happened?

Rear trailer tires went in.

Oh, shit!

What the hell's going on?

Come on, Jim.

[ice cracking]

Ahh!

[dramatic music playing]

[tires squeaking]

[engine revving]

[Tantoo] Jim! Jim!

-Jim! -Tow line's got me!

Cut me loose! My leg's broken!

Cut me loose or you're all goin' in!

The tow line's got me, my leg's broken. Do it!

-Do it! -I can't!

Do it! Do it!

Jesus.

[ice rumbling]

[Varnay] Holy shit!

[ice cracking]

[Mike] It's spreading out.

[Varnay] Meaning what?

Meaning it's gonna keep cracking for two, maybe three thousand meters.

That's over a mile!

We'll outrun it. Let's move.

We gotta unhook first.

-[cracking continues] -There's no time!

We're gonna have to run tied together. Go.

[cracking continues]

-[dramatic music playing] -Get your harness on.

[dramatic music continues]

Mike, come in, we gotta hike up the speed, over.

[Mike on radio] Roger.

[dramatic music continues]

-Mike, come in. We gotta run faster. -Roger.

Gurty, running board.

Out, on the running board.

-Why? -So if we go through, we can jump clear.

[dramatic music continues]

[rumbling]

Got a pressure wave ahead of me!

Well, I got one hell of an ice crack behind me here, so how do you wanna die?

-[dramatic music continues] -[rumbling]

Slush bed at 200 yards. Get in and buckle up.

Hang on, pal. This is gonna get ugly.

This is not good. This is not good. This is not good!

I don't like this!

-Shit! -[creaking]

[Varnay] Whoa!

[dramatic music stops]

I've got your seat belt. You okay, pal?

[both grunting]

[ice rumbling faintly]

[rumbling continues]

We're finished.

[ice cracking]

[muttering softly]

[cracking stops]

It stopped.

Yeah.

It stopped!

[Mike] We capsized for a reason.

Now our weight's displaced evenly instead of on the tires.

[tense music playing]

So based on seven liters per minute, per man--

Seven liters? That's all a grown man breathes?

When at rest. The figure doubles with physical exertion.

-Hey, Cody, can I ask you something? -Sure.

When the mine blew up, I said, "We hit a methane pocket."

And you said, "That's impossible." Why?

[rumbling]

-Still settling. -[rumbling continues]

[rhythmic tapping on pipe]

[tapping continues]

"Air compressor."

Thank God, they're coming through.

[tapping continues]

"Failed."

[miner coughing]

Hey, what's the story, Cody?

[grunts] Yeah.

What'd they say?

They say they're still working on it.

-[miner] Cody. -Yeah?

You didn't answer my question.

Why is it impossible we hit a methane pocket?

'Cause I was told it would never happen.

By who?

Who told you that?

Cody.

-[miners coughing and clamoring] -[miner] Easy! Boys, easy! Get him out!

Easy!

[miner coughing]

[miner] Cody!

[miner] Watch his leg! Watch his leg!

[groans]

[miners coughing]

SOS, SOS, 41.40.

Ice road north of 53. Kenworth through the ice.

Repeat, Kenworth through the ice.

[dispatch on radio] Copy. Are there survivors?

Negative.

We are responding. Thank you.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

What… what about us?

What about us?

We're headin' back, right?

Back?

Yeah, that's what I said.

The ice is bound to be thinner to the south, not thicker.

We still have two deliverable wellheads. "Tactical redundancy," remember?

And we're more than halfway there. What do you think, Gurty?

Attaboy. You comin' with, Tantoo?

Hell yeah.

But this is ridiculous. You're all gonna die.

You wanna go back? Go back.

I suggest you do it quick.

Nichiiwad, "the big one."

Drop 50 degrees, we'll pick up eight to ten centimeters of new ice.

Let's get the rigs upright and haul ass. We're back in business!

You're out of your minds! All of you!

Wait, wait, wait.

-It appears you're the new leader here-- -I'm not the leader of anything.

Everyone's on their own.

Fine. Whatever.

You're not curious about back there, what happened?

We saw what happened.

I'm talking about the seized-up engine.

Go on.

How well do you know her? Tantoo?

Met her first time yesterday.

Why?

Mind answering a couple of questions?

You worked for Jim Goldenrod, what, two years?

Two and a half.

Why'd it end?

I used his rig on the weekend without permission.

-So you're a thief? -I'm not a thief.

Hey, I was hauling banners for a demon--

What is this your business?

You weren't a happy camper, were you? When he fired you.

No, I…

Look, just--

I've never seen a Kenworth with less than 10K on the odometer just up and quit.

-Have you? -No.

[Mike] Most diesel engines don't seize on their own

unless they burn gasoline.

What's this about?

You dosed Goldenrod's rig with gas while we were loading up.

I saw you next to the pump.

[laughs] You said you were checking the tire pressure.

That is a goddamn lie!

You were gonna take us all out, weren't you?

-So you could claim the whole 200 grand. -No!

-I don't know what you're talking about! -Who else, then?

It wasn't me, it wasn't Gurty, it wasn't him.

He works for the company that's paying us.

This is not about the money for me, you idiots!

God, my brother is in that mine!

And the longer we stand here, the closer he is to dying,

so if you could just move--

[chuckles] She's lying. You can't trust these people.

[scoffs] Call Katka!

His name is Cody Mantooth. We had different fathers.

God, "these people"?

-You're a racist asshole-- -You're not going anywhere.

-Look, just get out of-- -You're not going anywhere.

-Fine! -[Mike] Hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[tense music playing]

[tense music stops]

-We call the company and check your story. -Yeah, and then go fuck yourself!

Tie her up, Gurty.

[dramatic music playing]

[winch pulling]

-[music stops] -[radio trilling]

[trilling continues]

Yeah. Tully, it's Mike.

I just heard about Goldenrod from County Emergency. What happened?

We think Tantoo dosed Jim's rig with gasoline.

Are you kidding? That's worse than putting sugar in the tank!

Contact Katka.

Ask them if there's a miner, Cody Mantooth,

on the missing list.

-I'll explain later. -You got it.

[miners coughing faintly]

We want to discuss options.

Like what?

Like decreasing our numbers.

I want to talk to the folks upstairs. I want to talk to the bosses.

You don't know tap code.

He does.

You guys can't be serious.

It's called "triage." Hospitals do it all the time.

We decrease our numbers by one third and our oxygen window increases--

We can do the math.

Hospitals are a bullshit analogy.

Patients get triaged when it's determined they die anyway.

And what about these guys?

[Mankins] They're not gonna make it till morning.

[Lampard] Well, no one's goin' for this.

I agree. It's nuts.

-Say you're wrong. -Say we're not.

Say we put it to a vote.

[miner] What's he sayin', Cody?

-[Cody] They want to decrease our numbers. -Can't be serious.

Look serious to me, Claude.

Nobody wants this, Barney. Don't make it personal.

Hate to tell you, friend, this is about as personal as it gets.

Have you guys seen yourselves?

Barney, that compound fracture has sepsis in it.

And you, Claude, how's that fever treatin' ya?

You're not gonna make it another 12 hours.

-What if we say no? -It's goin' to a vote.

That's like two foxes and a chicken voting on what's for dinner.

I always knew you were a prick, Mankins.

Didn't know till now you were also a murderer.

[rhythmic tapping]

[scribbling]

"Suggest decreasing our number."

What does that mean?

They mean decreasing their number.

-Well, how? -How do you think?

No.

What? No!

No, that's crazy! I'm not taking part in this.

We're not callin' the shots down there, Fred.

[Mike] Hey! Those trailers smacked down hard.

Gurty and I are gonna go check the loads, then we'll push on.

How's she lookin'?

-Hey! Hey! -[slams]

-Hey! -[Gurty] Hey! Help!

[pounding on door]

-[Mike] Open the damn door! -[Gurty clamoring]

-[clamoring continues muffled] -[Mike] Hey!

-[sinister music playing] -[pounding and clamoring continue]

[Mike muffled] Open the damn door!

-[pounding continues] -[Mike muffled] Open the damn door!

It was you.

You piece of shit. Insurance actuary, my ass.

What do you actually do for Katka?

Let's just say I work in a

different department of the company.

Yeah, the sewer.

[chuckling] Look.

Here's the rules.

You behave yourself

and you can stay in the restraints that those idiot truckers put on ya.

But you get a little spirited, which I know is a problem for you people,

and I will hog-tie you,

and throw you in the rear.

-[groans] -[sinister music continues]

[radio trilling]

[radio beeps]

-Yeah? -[Tully] Mike, what's your status?

-No, it's Varnay! We're stuck in a storm! -I've got an answer on that Cody--

I can't… I can't talk!

-[radio beeps and clatters] -[menacing music playing]

[Mike] Please work. Please work.

-[flashlight flicks on] -[Mike sighs]

She's outfitted with a heater unit.

Hey, Gurty. How heavy do we think this double mill pipe is?

Five mill, double hundred.

Eh?

Three, four, zero.

Three-forty each?

Grab hold of the end of this one.

We're gonna punch that out.

Punch pipe the pin post.

My thoughts exactly!

[dramatic music playing]

[Mike] Easy. Easy.

[both straining]

-Easy. -[grunting]

One, two, three.

[both yell]

[Gurty yells]

-[Mike] One, two, three! -[Gurty yells]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[both yelling] -[Mike] One, two, three…

One, two, three!

[Gurty yells]

-[triumphant music playing] -[both panting]

[suspenseful music building]

[sinister music playing]

[Mike] Yes!

[ice cracking]

[Gurty] No, no, no, no!

He took the phone, the pistol, our gear bags.

-[Gurty] And the Too. -And the what?

Tantoo.

Tantoo as well.

Let's figure this out.

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

-[engine revving] -[dramatic music continues]

What's the matter with you?

Ease off!

-[dramatic music building] -[Mike] More!

Hike up the pressure!

Gurty!

I said more!

More!

-[engine shuts off] -Jeez.

I said more!

Mike!

Yeah, I see it! It's called a winch!

Mike, welding's a winter snap!

What?

Welding's not cold!

Just do it!

[winch turning]

[winch stops]

Do you know why we get fired?

It's not your disability, it's your freakin' attitude!

You probably didn't take orders before your disability!

I don't know what's goin' on here.

But that prick, he killed Goldenrod, and he nearly killed us.

He pinned it all on Tantoo,

who's out here to save her brother, and we helped him!

We have one chance!

One chance to get out of this and make this right.

And you're not gonna wreck it. Not this time.

-[winch turning] -Don't you dare touch that!

[winch straining]

Come on, come on, come on!

She's coming free!

What the hell was that?

Gurty?

Gurty?

Gurty!

Gurty!

Gurty!

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

[somber music playing]

[Mike shuddering]

[tense music playing]

[muttering] Gurty…

[sobbing]

[anxiously] Come on, Gurty. Come on. Breathe. Breathe.

Come on, Gurty. Work with me here.

-[sputtering and gasping] -Oh, jeez.

[coughing]

Gurty.

-[laughing] -[coughing]

Gurty.

-[coughing] -Jesus. Here, pal. Here, pal.

Here, pal. I got you. I got you.

-I got you. -[shuddering]

-I got you. -[coughing]

Gurty, I'm sorry.

[voice breaking] I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit you. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to… I… I'm sorry, Gurty.

Mike… [coughs violently]

Yeah. Sunken dreams, Gurty.

Sunken dreams.

Yeah. It's eating at me too.

Why would an employee of the company that hired us sabotage…

They want us to fail.

That's it. They want us to fail.

I didn't see it.

I've been… too wrapped up in what's in this for us.

Oh, well, now I'm angry.

Let's get out of here.

It's not about money now.

This is personal.

[dramatic music playing]

It should be 20 minutes to the shoreline.

[dramatic music continues]

Rig Two's in the lake 20 klicks due south.

Took the mechanic and the driver with it.

I told them not to store dynamite in the trailer,

due to friction detonation, but, uh…

they had other ideas.

Good.

Good. That's good.

How about the driver?

Well, she's alive, sir.

Put the cab through that guardrail up there.

Your story is she lost control,

you dove for safety before it went over.

You clear?

Clear, sir.

The miners' oxygen window closes in three hours,

so the press is gonna be all over us.

They need to be told our valiant rescue had a tragic end.

I'll make it happen, sir.

Good. Good.

You call me when it's done.

[dramatic music swelling]

[miners cough indistinctly]

If you do this, it's on your head.

You wanna blame someone? Blame management.

What has management got to do with it?

-All those in favor raise their arms-- -Mankins!

I asked you a question.

Because they made us cut the damn sensors, René.

They what?

They claim the new quotas were killin' them,

so they couldn't afford a shutdown.

And they said there was, "No chance of gas pockets this far north."

And they sweetened the deal.

[Lampard] How much?

Hundred dollars per man, per month.

You turned off the gas sensors for a hundred dollars a month?

And anyone who blew the whistle'd get shitcanned.

None of that matters now, René.

Our oxygen is falling fast.

There's a vote on the floor. All those in favor, raise your hands.

No.

Hey!

How much methane you think is in here now?

Huh?

These men are not the enemy.

-The enemy's up there. -Bullshit!

The enemy's asphyxiation.

We're getting out of here together or not at all.

You're one stupid son of a bitch, René.

You too, Cody.

Maybe so,

but this is how it's gonna be.

[dramatic music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Right here.

Let's clear the road.

[suspenseful music continues]

Ow!

-Yeah, that's what I thought. -You're never gonna get away with this.

You know there's gonna be an investigation.

That's the plan.

-[ominous music playing] -[animal squeaking]

[squeaking and rustling]

What is that?

[animal squealing]

[grunts]

[groans]

[dramatic music playing]

Thanks.

[squeaks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

Mayday, mayday!

[on radio] Mayday, come in! Anybody, come in! Mayday, mayday!

Mayday! Is anybody out there?

[on radio] Tantoo, it's Mike.

We're comin' up the pass. Where are you?

Approaching the upper traverse.

I got Varnay behind me with others, they're all armed.

We've got two hours to get to Katka and I'm still pullin' weight.

-They're tryin' to stop us. -Yeah, we figured.

Cody always said that they cut corners with the methane regs.

Those bastards, they caused the cave-in, now they're tryin' to cover it up.

Not gonna happen. Just hang on.

We're comin'.

[zipper flicks]

-[switch flicks] -[dramatic music playing]

Take 'em out so it will pass forensics! No bullet holes!

Do not discharge your weapon!

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[tapping fuel gauge]

Oh, shit!

Come on, one more mile! We can do one more mile, come on!

Yeah, we can do it. Come on.

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

Pull over!

Pull over now!

Pull over!

[thugs shouting angrily]

If they were gonna shoot us, they would've done it by now.

Yeah, good. Come on.

Ready, bro?

Pull over now!

[dramatic music swelling]

[glass shatters]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[thug exclaims]

[dramatic music continues]

[suspenseful music playing]

[groans]

-[suspenseful music continues] -[thug groans]

-[Gurty straining] -[wheezing and gasping]

[ominous music playing]

[tense music playing]

[hopeful music playing]

Well, don't just stand there. Let's go.

[dramatic music playing]

Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop. Don't you dare stop. Come on.

[mutters] Don't do this to me. Don't…

[whispers] Don't do this.

-[engine rattling] -No, keep going! Don't stop!

Come on, you piece of shit! Let's go!

-[engine chugging] -No, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!

[tense music playing]

[gun cocks]

Don't think that I'm not gonna use this on you!

What's your game?

Oh, what, are you just gonna stand there?

Yeah.

This is the last wellhead.

What are you gonna do? You gonna push it the rest of the way?

'Cause if you're gonna make it to Katka before your brother stops breathing,

that's what you're gonna have to do.

The other drivers are gonna come.

The other drivers are dead.

Oh, my…

[truck approaching]

[triumphant music playing]

[car crashing]

[crashing continues]

[Tantoo] He ripped out my fuel equalizer.

-Gurty can fix that. -[crashing continues]

We'll change out your fuel line

and siphon enough juice to get you down to Katka.

Listen.

We…

We seriously misjudged you.

Friends?

Yeah.

[ominous music playing]

[menacing music playing]

[engine revving]

Hey, how long do you think all this is gonna take?

A couple of minutes.

-I know you're anxious about your brother. -Yeah.

Cody's all I got, you know? It's kinda like you and yours.

Yeah.

-[tools clink] -[grunts]

Gurty's like that commercial.

-"Takes a lickin', but keeps on tickin'." -[Tantoo laughs]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, that last can should do it.

He saved my life. Give him a treat.

[Skeeter squeaks]

[loud explosion]

[explosions]

[rumbling]

We can't stay here and we can't back up.

-We'll have to outrun it. -You're dreaming.

You got a better idea?

[dramatic music playing]

[rumbling]

[dramatic music continues]

-[rumbling] -[dramatic music continues]

-[thud] -[Tantoo grunts]

[rumbling subsides]

[Gurty exclaims]

-Oh… -Uncouple the trailer.

We got a wellhead to deliver.

[Tantoo groaning]

Oh, jeez.

[Tantoo] It's not as bad as it looks.

[Mike] It's, uh…

It looks pretty bad, kid.

[exhales] Just be fast about it.

-[Mike] Ah. -Like pulling out a wisdom tooth.

"A wisdom tooth." Do I… do I look like a dentist?

-Don't be so-- Ahh! -[branch snaps]

-[Tantoo gasping] -Good girl. Good girl.

-Breathe. Breathe. That's it. -[breathing slowly]

Good girl. Good girl.

Gurty, come and help me!

-[Tantoo groaning] -Good girl. Good girl.

Come on.

Hang tight.

Gurty and I are gonna haul your trailer off the cliff, hook up,

and head to that mine.

We still got 45 minutes.

[wincing]

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

Sir! Mine Safety down in Winnipeg wants René's laptops.

Fred, Mine Safety gets the laptops when I say they get the laptops, all right?

Got a goddamn CEO to worry about.

Yeah, well, you can tell him yourself, he'll be here in an hour.

[scoffs] There is nothin' in those emails that implicates us.

Everything was cash, there was no paper trail.

To the authorities, this just looks like another tragic mining accident.

Right in the morning, we open Tunnel Six.

We remove the bodies.

We let the public hold their ritual funerals.

We weather the obligatory occupational hazard debate.

And we open back up.

Business as usual.

[phone dialing]

[line ringing]

Come on, Varnay. Answer the goddamn phone.

-[miners coughing and breathing slowly] -[somber music playing]

Look, Gurty, we did it.

We did it!

[tense music playing]

Mike. Mike.

[menacing music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[tires skidding]

[dramatic music continues]

Give me that pistol!

Gurty, you gotta take the wheel.

Come on, you can do it.

Do not stop until you reach the mine. Got it?

Do not stop.

Hey.

Kill him.

Not for me, for my brother.

[dramatic music swelling]

-[glass shatters] -[crash]

[dramatic music swelling]

[Mike] Ahh!

[menacing music playing]

[tense music playing]

-[tense music continues] -[engine idling]

Look, I've done this a thousand times.

Move. I can do it.

[dramatic music playing]

[bridge creaking]

[creaking continues]

[creaking]

[skidding]

Ah, shit.

Traction pads! Yes, go!

[dramatic music playing]

[slaps truck]

[bridge creaking]

Come on, come on, come on.

Shit. Shit.

[cable snapping]

Gurty! The cable's are snapping! Let's go! Come on!

[dramatic music continues]

[revving]

[cables snapping]

[metal plinking]

[bridge creaking]

[dramatic music continues]

[creaking]

[dramatic music continues]

[creaking]

[music stops]

-[cables snapping] -Come on!

[rumbling in distance]

Oh, shit. Holy shit.

[deep rumbling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Tantoo] Gurty, shut the gate!

[skidding]

[metal clanking]

Gurty!

[straining]

-[metal clanks] -[groans]

-[bones breaking] -[choking]

Gurty!

[gasps]

[Gurty groans]

[Mike] Gurty!

Gurty!

[Gurty sputters weakly]

He saved the rig.

[Mike] Oh, Jesus.

[weakly] Mike, you…

brother mine.

[weakly] My brother..

[breathing stops]

Brother mine.

[crying softly]

[sobbing] No, no, no, no.

No.

I'm sorry.

[crying] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[Tager] Deputy Minister, Jack Tager, Vice President Operations.

-George Sickle, General Manager. -[Tager] Sir.

-Sickle. -How are you, sir?

-It's cold up here. -We have hot drink and food inside, sir.

How was that drive down from, uh, Gillam Airfield?

Cut the formalities, Sickle. Tell me the situation.

Our, uh, last contact with the rescue team was 0300.

Uh, Deputy Minister, how about you? Your, uh…

Your man in Winnipeg. Heard anything?

Negative.

[man] It's been 30 hours and the wellheads haven't arrived.

I don't believe the men are gonna get out of Tunnel Six alive.

[truck approaching in distance]

[dramatic music playing]

[siren wailing]

What's that?

Uh, that's our emergency klaxon.

[dramatic music continues]

Oh, my God.

Hey. Welcome to Katka.

You McCann?

Yeah.

You need medical?

[indistinct chatter]

Everyone on the double! We still have a chance.

We got another one. Need a gurney, ASAP.

There's no hurry.

[Fred] We need to get that wellhead unloaded and bolted down, let's go!

Straight to the drill site! Go, go, go!

-[workers shouting] -[dramatic music swelling]

Wellhead team, let's go! You're up!

[triumphant music playing]

[miners groaning softly]

[worker] Got it!

Wellhead is tapped and sprung.

All right, blasting team, Tunnel Six on the double!

-[explosion] -[rumbling]

[explosion]

[loud explosion]

[explosions continue in distance]

-Young lady, you're in no condition to-- -I don't give a shit!

Put a Band-Aid on it. I heard blasting, I'm gonna go find Cody.

-Tantoo! Tantoo! -What?

We're outside the oxygen window.

We didn't make it in time.

Don't say that!

Look, Gurty died so that the miners would live, okay?

My brother is alive, I'm gonna find him. Let's go.

-[booming in distance] -[somber music playing]

[worker] Someone's comin' out!

[indistinct murmuring]

[all cheering and clapping]

[triumphant music playing]

[all cheering]

-[Tantoo] Cody! -[cheering continues]

Cody!

[Tantoo laughing] Cody.

You're alive!

-Oh, my God. -You saved my life.

I had help.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

[cheering continues]

You paid them?

You paid them to shut off their sensors?

You're disgusting.

[all exclaim]

Mr. McCann?

I'm Deputy Minister of Natural Resources for Canada.

I want to thank you and to offer condolences for your brother.

The company has some papers for you to sign.

We have a check for you and the police need your statement.

[bittersweet music playing]

Excuse me, Mr. McCann?

We found this with your brother's things.

Thank you.

[machines whirring]

[truck honking]

[laughs softly]

[chuckles]

-Hey. -Hey.

-Brand new Kenworth, huh? -Yup.

It's a good color.

In honor of Jim.

What ya haulin'?

-Sporting goods. -Oh.

-Ain't that the life. -Yup.

No bosses.

No punching time clocks.

-Good pay rates. -Yeah.

Well,

find yourself pining for the ice road, you know where to find me.

Deal.

Thank you, Mike.

[hopeful music playing]

[hopeful music swelling]

[Skeeter squeaks]

["We Got Fight" by Gary LeVox playing]

♪ We ain't got much ♪

♪ Where I come from ♪

♪ We all work hard ♪

♪ Don't bet on good luck ♪

♪ Ain't no easy street ♪

♪ Just some gravel and a blacktop ♪

♪ And we hold on to ♪

♪ Oh, everything we got ♪

♪ We got grit, we got guts We got pride, we got tough ♪

♪ Ain't no givin' up Running through our veins ♪

♪ Backs to the wall, we'll find a way ♪

♪ Never say quit, never say die ♪

♪ Play a little rough You're doggone right ♪

♪ Oh, knock us down We'll come back every time ♪

♪ Yeah, we got fight ♪

♪ We don't bark much ♪

♪ We just hang tight ♪

♪ Sometimes the underdogs ♪

[laughs] ♪ Got the baddest bite ♪

♪ It's how we were born How we were raised ♪

♪ From our boots to our last names ♪

♪ We got grit, we got guts We got pride, we got tough ♪

♪ Ain't no givin' up Running through our veins ♪

♪ Backs to the wall, we'll find a way ♪

♪ Never say quit, never say die ♪

♪ Play a little rough You're doggone right ♪

♪ Knock us down We'll come back every time ♪

♪ Oh, knock us down We'll come back every time ♪

♪ Oh, knock us down We'll come back every time ♪

♪ Yeah, we got fight ♪

♪ Yeah, we got fight ♪

♪ We got fight ♪

[song fading]

["All Coming Down" by Mark Collie and Allison Moorer playing]

♪ I'm gonna rise ♪

♪ From the dust and the ashes ♪

♪ I reach for the sky ♪

♪ It's all coming down ♪

♪ It's all coming down ♪

♪ This life I've been living ♪

♪ I'll leave on the ground ♪

♪ It's all coming down ♪

♪ As sure as this world Won't stop turnin' round ♪

♪ Mornin' will bring ♪

♪ A brand new beginning ♪

♪ A new song to sing ♪

♪ And the trumpet will sound ♪

♪ All around ♪

♪ And I'll see that city ♪

♪ John saw comin' down ♪

♪ It's all comin' down ♪

♪ As sure as this world ♪

♪ Won't stop turnin' round ♪

[song continues]

[song fading]