Fuck.
-Hi. -Liv, where are you?
-I just got your email. -I'm fine.
I just have to go out of town for a couple of days.
Out of town? Is everything--
Everything's in the email I sent. I know it's a lot.
I just don't want any surprises. I'll try to check in when I can.
I just don't know what service is gonna be like.
Sure. Should I loop Danny in?
This is Danny.
He just came over with the merger.
Hi.
Um… nice to meet you.
Yeah. Why… why wouldn't you?
He's just asking if you still want him on this.
He's a great lawyer, of course, I do.
Anyway, it's not my call.
-Liv, are you sure you're okay? -I'm fine.
Let's circle back on prep strategy once I'm back in the office.
I've just never known you to take time off--
Ruth, I'm fine. I really have to go. Um,
-text me if you need anything, okay? Bye. -Liv…
-Olivia Rivera? -Yeah.
You're the10 trip to Inuvik, right?
Yes. My plane was supposed to leave like an hour ago?
Yeah, sorry about that.
It looks like wind's pretty bad up in Outer Rapids today.
Your plane's stuck there, so, you're kind of SOL, unfortunately.
We can try to get you on something tomorrow maybe?
What? No! No, no, no. I-- I took two flights to get here from New York.
I have to get to Inuvik today.
I'm… I'm trying to meet someone before they leave again.
-Maybe you can call them? -No, I…
She… she doesn't know I'm coming.
Maybe you should tell her.
Can you get me on a plane or not?
I'm sorry, miss, but I can't help you today.
You look just like me when I was your age.
I'm able to know that.
Where are we going this time?
Top of the Mackenzie River.
Jesus. That's past Inuvik.
Where are they gonna send us next, the North Pole?
-Excuse me.
-Sorry. Excuse me? -Flight 899…
Excuse me! Sorry. Hi.
Did you say you're going to Inuvik?
Uh… past Inuvik, yeah.
This is gonna sound crazy,
but, is there any way you guys could take me with you?
Crazy for who? You don't even know us.
Look, I'm small, I have this one bag. I promise I'll be quiet.
Quiet's not really an option on a Cessna 208.
I just, I really need to get to Inuvik today.
And it looks like my plane is stuck somewhere and--
-I'm sorry, we'd love to help you out. -Then help me out.
-Please. -If it was just me?
You know, but we're doing this for work.
Somebody else is picking up the tab and then if something happens,
I think they may be liable for--
No, they wouldn't. That's not…
I'm a lawyer. That's not a thing.
I'm sorry. Good luck.
I'll give you a thousand dollars.
Each. I'll give you each a thousand dollars.
Look, you guys do Venmo? I can-- I can send it to you right now.
Look, I feel for you. We just can't do it.
I just want to sit on your plane.
I just want to sit on your plane
and travel in the direction that you're already flying.
-That's it. I just-- -Okay! Okay.
-Everything all right here? -Yes.
Thank you. We're, we're just figuring out who gets the window seat.
Seriously?
Yeah.
-Sure. We'll get you to Inuvik.
Oh, my God, thank you. I'm Liv, by the way.
-Sam. -Sam.
This is George, pilot ordinaire.
Just souping her up. Sam likes to go fast.
Cool.
All good?
All good.
You're a nervous flier?
I'm a nervous crasher.
-I said no, I'm a nervous crasher.
-Is this normal?
Late summer air, mixtures of hot and cold, makes for a rough ride.
Hey. Hey, no cell phone. You'll mess with the instruments.
-Seriously? That's a real thing. -Uh, it's fine.
George just doesn't trust anything without a rotary dial.
Isn't there like smoother air higher up or something?
Do you have other thoughts? How's my tracking?
-I'm sorry. I'm just-- -Don't worry.
George knows what he's doing.
If I didn't, I wouldn't tell you.
Hey, you want a drink?
Might help calm your nerves.
-No, I'm good. -You sure?
You want a Power Bar, bottle of water?
Cocktail, New York Times?
-I'm not really a Power Bar person. -You ever been to Inuvik?
There's not gonna be much open by the time we land. Take them.
Thanks.
So, uh, what… takes you to the northwest territories?
I'm shooting the caribou run.
Uh, not shoot. "Shoot."
I'm a photographer for National Geographic.
Wow, your job's so much cooler than mine.
Well, I don't know about that. What kind of law do you practice?
I'm a securities litigator.
You're right. My job is cooler.
Caribou run this late? I thought that was a spring thing.
Hey, you got to go somewhere to come back, right?
I just go where they tell me.
I'll be sitting in a camouflage tent with a thermos full of coffee
and about 8,000 cameras,
waiting for anything with antlers to run by.
That sounds nice.
It does, doesn't it?
And what about you?
What brings a securities litigator this far north?
Um, just… boring lawyer stuff.
Uh, it seemed like more of an emergency back at the airport.
I'm gonna take a nap.
Uh, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying--
No, it's fine. it's just I'm-- I'm tired. Took me forever to get in from…
-I'm just… tired. -All right.
We'll try to keep it down for you.
Close your eyes.
Ensure you're resting in a comfortable position.
Inhale and exhale slowly,
in through the nose and out through the mouth.
Focus on tensing and relaxing each part of your body.
Allow all thoughts to fall away.
You are only your body.
You are only your breath.
Hey, you made it.
-Hi. -Hi. Of course, I made it.
You said you were having a crisis?
Yeah, the crisis was that you never come out to these things.
-Ruth, I have work to do. -No, Liv, no.
-No. Come on. -We have all have work to do,
but right now take this…
-No. -…your work is beating Danny at darts.
-We're down a player. Yes, yes.
-Go. No, it's fine just go. It's great. -Are you fucking…
-Hey.
I think I just got tricked.
Why? You thought it was a shuffleboard tournament?
I can't stay long.
Okay.
Am I ready for this?
I hear you're a shark.
I've never played before.
That's exactly what a shark would say.
Is Ruth trying to set us up?
Yeah, I think she is.
Huh.
Is that appropriate?
-No, it isn't. -Right.
That's what I… Okay.
Although, I guess, technically, we're not at work.
Right. Bit of a gray area.
-Why are we flying so low?
-No, shit I got nothing!
-Whoa, buddy! We're going down! -There's no pressure and fuel!
George!
Put on your seatbelt.
Oh, my God.
Help. Help! George. George, help me out.
-Right here. -Yeah.
Are you okay?
I can't swim.
-Do you have, uh, life preservers?
-Sam! Sam, do you have life preservers?
Flotation devices, something?
-No. I don't know. I'll check.
My leg is stuck!
Ow!
Guys, we got to get out of here! I mean, this thing's gonna sink!
Sam, I'm gonna need your help. Sam?
What are you doing? Sam? No!
-No, just stop, that hurts! -I know it hurts,
-but we've gotta get you out of here. -Okay.
Hold your breath.
Please. Don't leave me.
Liv!
Help!
Kick your legs!
-Just kick your legs! -Help!
-Help me! -Use your legs, Sam.
-It's okay, Sam. -Please, help me.
-Help me! -Hey!
Help me!
Sam, look at me! Stop!
I need you to stop or we'll both drown, okay?
-Stop, look I got you.
Kick your legs,
-I'll take us both in, okay? -Uh-huh.
-Okay.
-You got me? -I got you.
Oh, Sam.
We made it.
We're good.
Sam?
Hey.
Hey. Hey, Sam, wake up.
Hey, Sam.
Sam!
Hey, Sam!
Oh, shit.
-Sorry, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -No!
You just have this metal thing in your leg,
-I'm trying to take it out. -No! No, no, no, no, no, I'll bleed out.
It's pretty bad.
Uh…
A tourniquet.
You have to make a tourniquet.
Okay.
-My belt, use my belt. -Yeah.
Okay. It's okay. I got it. I got it.
Wrap it round.
-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I can't get it tight enough.
Sam?
Sam, how do I make it tighter?
Okay, I think I got it.
Oh, thank God it stopped.
Shit, how do I keep this tight?
Fuck!
Stay with me, Sam. Please.
Okay.
It stopped.
Sam…
Sam, it stopped.
Oh, thank you.
Shit.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Sam…
I'm not leaving.
I'm just gonna go try and get higher to see if I can get service, okay?
I'll be right back.
It's okay, it's gonna be okay.
One bar. Just one bar. Stupid trees.
Really? Fuck.
Fuck!
Hello?
Help!
Is anybody out there?
Come on.
Are you kidding me?
Come…
Come on, are you fucking kidding me?
Ow!
Okay. Well, I didn't see you helping.
We'll figure out something better tomorrow.
Night, Sam.
Sam?
-Sam. Sam.
-Hey, it's Liv.
-Oh, it hurts. -I know, don't try to move. It's your leg.
No, my stomach.
It fucking hurts.
-Make it stop. -Okay. Wait, hold on. Let me see.
Oh, God. Shit.
Where's the plane?
It's… it's gone.
We crashed.
-What? Where? -I don't know.
Where's George?
We're-- we're just gonna have to wait for them to find us.
We're gonna sit tight and we're gonna, we're gonna stay right here--
No, they're not coming.
Of course, they are.
George logged a flight plan.
When you don't show up, your company's gonna send--
No, they're not.
Sam.
Where are the bags?
-Where-- where are the bags? -Sam, National Geographic's not just…
When you don't show up, they're gonna send someone.
I'm not a photographer.
No one's coming. No one knows we're here.
You're on your own.