On the Ice Page #2

So are you.

Thanks.

Well, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Grandma?

I was just at my friends.

I didn't know

if you'd still be awake.

Now don't take too much.

Ah, yeah.

...that's the best thing.

Like right now,

you would be out

hunting somewhere

trying to get a natchiq for me.

If you're hooked to these,

you'll never be a good hunter.

Never, ever.

I guess.

- It's high-low.

- Okay.

Ah-la.

Highs, zero to 10 below.

Lows tomorrow evening

around 20 below.

And west winds,

He left already, with James.

Said you could catch up.

All right. Thanks.

What you guys do last night?

Nothing.

Crazy.

Motherf***er!

Hey!

Knock it off!

Chill out! Chill out, man!

Quit fighting!

No more fighting!

- Knock it off!

- Motherf***er!

Yah!

Ah.

Is he dead?

- Yeah.

- Ah...

He f***ing hit me

with the shovel.

F***ing James.

Dumb-ass motherf***er!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What the hell happened?

- He went crazy.

- Why were you guys fighting?

He was too drunk

so I was driving.

Hit an ice chunk, we tripped

and he got pissed.

- So he was drunk?

- Yeah.

- What about you?

- I didn't even drink that much.

This is his. I don't...

F***ing James.

Why were you

smoking that stuff?

I was drunk.

I was just trying it.

Where the f***

did you go last night?

I had to go see my grandma.

Who the hell leaves a party

to see their grandma?

What am I gonna do?

They're gonna lock me up.

They're gonna ship me south.

I'm never gonna see my kid.

Uvlu's gonna freak.

W... we could tell him

what happened.

What, man?! I got f***ing

high and murdered him?!

You didn't murder him.

That's my knife, man!

I can't go back!

Nah, man. If I go back,

they're gonna lock me up!

- I can't go back!

- Just calm down, man!

- You're still high!

- Don't tell me to calm down!

Look at him!

His blood is everywhere!

F***ing James,

you piece of sh*t!

Ahhh!

- Let me go!

- No!

I'm not going back!

Just leave the rifle and go.

No.

What if we don't take him back?

That's messed up.

It's better than your idea.

Hey, wait. Don't get bloody.

Let's lift the legs.

One, two, three.

Let's turn him over.

Listen, man,

what happened back there,

I still gotta

tell you about it.

What do we do with this?

I don't know.

We should've tied it to him.

No, no, we can't go back

now, man, too many tracks.

Hey, isn't it

past your bedtime boys?

I think I heard

your momma calling.

Ha, ha, ha.

What is it, son?

I... it's James.

He fell through the ice.

Warm up the machines.

Start calling the guys.

Get everybody over here.

I need a satellite picture

of the ice conditions.

Tell me what happened.

Me and James

went out this morning.

- Where were you?

- We left early.

I... I think he was drunk.

He was driving really fast.

- What trail were you on?

- Down past the runway.

Ten or 11 miles.

We hit some fog.

There was a crack and...

James couldn't see it.

I jumped off and...

He didn't.

Call price at the runway.

Get the chopper up.

How much gas

do you have in your tank?

- About half.

- You take us out there.

As soon as we leave,

get a hold of his family,

and don't let jimmy follow.

Let's go.

Is this where he went in?

What do you think?

Look like the current's

moving north, north east.

Two miles an hour,

light slush.

Rescue bird,

this is rescue ground.

Go ahead, rescue ground.

Current's heading

north, north east.

Start the search

on my position.

Check the lead for

two miles north of here.

Roger that.

Rescue ground,

this is rescue bird.

Go ahead, rescue bird.

It looks like

the wind is pushing that ice

back in your direction.

I think you guys

should pull back to shore.

- I gotta find my boy!

- Calm down!

- Where's my son?!

- Jimmy!

What are you guys

doing back so early, huh?

The ice is moving!

We can't be out there!

- Ah, bullshit!

- Go home! Your wife needs you!

My son needs me out there,

you cowards!

I'm gonna go find my son!

And you...

where is he?!

What'd you guys do with him?!

Huh?! my boy!

Where is he, huh?!

- Hey, man, calm down!

- I need to find my boy!

- Where's my sonny boy?!

- Get the hell outta here!

Where's my son?!

Where's my sonny boy, huh?!

- calm down!

- Where's my sonny boy, huh?!

My sonny?!

What's the ice like?

Moving. Winds are pushing it.

The lead is all closed up.

If they shift by tomorrow,

we'll go out again.

I'll go in the morning.

No, son. I know you

wanna help your friend,

but you'd be a distraction.

Did you see James go in?

Egasak.

No.

So when you got there,

it was just Aivaaq?

Just him alone...

standing by the water.

I need you boys to let me know

what happened yesterday.

We were going hunting.

We hit some fog

and didn't see the crack.

Was James driving?

I jumped off.

Did you see this?

What happened to your eye?

When I jumped off,

I hit a piece of ice.

Was alcohol involved?

We were at a party

the night before.

Were you there, too?

I'm disappointed in you two.

You want to end up

like your father?

No.

Well, that's the path

you're on with this sh*t.

I watched him drink himself

to death before he was 30.

I sure as hell don't want to watch

his son go down the same road.

You understand?

And you...

I thought you knew better.

You're gonna

disappoint a lot of people

if you get caught up in this.

Sign down here.

Where have you been?

I've been calling you.

Sorry.

I heard, man. That's messed up.

Yeah, I can't believe it.

Come on.

Everyone's at Michelle's.

- Can you all leave?

- What?

Please, I need to be alone.

Wait. I want to talk

to you and Aivaaq.

All right.

She wants to talk to us.

I think she has some questions.

Sh*t.

Is he really dead?

- You were with him at Roscoe's.

- Yeah.

Did he seem...

okay?

I guess.

- What do you mean "I guess"?

- He got kinda drunk.

- Just drunk?

- Yeah, just drunk!

- Well, what was he saying?

- About what?!

He wasn't

talking about anything?

- He was just partying!

- Hey dude, chill out.

- She's like the f***ing police.

- I just wanna know!

I didn't make him get drunk.

How come

you didn't stay with him?

I can't take

anymore of these questions.

I broke up with him

at the party.

Finally, right?

I was so sick of his sh*t,

hitting on 15-year-old girls.

I didn't think he would care,

but he was pissed.

I thought

he was gonna cry even.

And he kept telling me that

he would make me regret it.

But I didn't care...

Except that I can't stop

thinking about it now.

Like you said,

it was an accident.

But what if

it wasn't an accident?

It was.

James... James wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't just

drive into the fog.

I tried to break up

with him last year...

and...

he... he really scared me.

And now everyone thinks

that we're still together,

and they don't know

that I broke up with him.

And you...

you can't say anything.

Why?

Because they're gonna think

that it's my fault.

- It wasn't your fault.

- You don't know that.

I know.

I... I know

it wasn't your fault.

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