Ice Road Truckers (2007) s08e10 Episode Script

Narrator: Now on Ice Road Truckers Todd: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Damn it! Narrator: Warming temperatures Now that you're off the ice, now I'll tell you that I've seen all kinds of pressure cracks.
Todd: Uh-oh, what? Narrator: and melting roads All you guys do is come here and get my shit! Narrator: bring the battle to a whole new level.
Darrell, what?! Come on, both of you, I'll fuck both of you motherfuckers! Narrator: Throughout Canada, winter is slipping away, spring is soon approaching.
And as the temperatures heat up, the winter roads melt and disappear.
Once it thaws out, the road's gone, so it's back to swamp.
Narrator: With only a few days left to deliver loads, the race is on for the ice road truckers.
Season's coming to an end, the roads are starting to close down, they're getting pretty dangerous.
We have to get these loads out now.
Narrator: But at Polar headquarters Going in here to see now whether I'm going to get the axe or whether I'm going back to work.
Narrator: one driver might have already reached the end of the road.
Art: I'm running out of fuel, I'm running, I'm completely out of fucking patience.
Narrator: Art Burke's season's been filled with bumps - (Loud clang) - What the hell was that? Narrator: and bruises.
They shut me down for three fucking days.
Narrator: And on his last trip, a totalled rig Art: Hold on.
Fuck! Narrator: may have been his final strike.
And this went into this, right? He gets the DOT tickets, grounded for three days, then he smashes the truck.
Holy fuck! Mark: Some really bad mistakes.
(Knocking) Mark: Come on in.
Narrator: Today, his fate rests in the boss' hands.
I got a banged up truck.
Basically, Art, you know it kind of boils down to, you know, we're end of the season here, I got a lot of loads I gotta get out.
They could shut these roads down on us in a matter of days here.
I need you out there, I need you runnin' hard.
Right.
We're sending you way out this time though, too.
Okay.
Okay, I'm going to send you way up north, up to Brochet.
This road to Brochet's got some challenges in it, we got a couple hills towards the end there that are a little bit dicey.
From what I hear, that road can change this time of year, from the minute you go in, the minute you go out it can be a completely different road.
So, we're going to have an escort in for you.
Joey Barnes, he knows that road like the back of his hand.
That's his back yard, that's his kingdom, as he calls it, so uh we're gonna send you up there with him.
Let's get it done.
Art: - Okay, buddy.
Mark: - All right? Art: - All right, boy.
Mark: - See you soon.
Art: See you when I get back.
Narrator: The 800 mile trail to Brochet is one of the northern most destinations in Manitoba.
And on the way, Art will meet up with a local at remote Lynn Lake to guide him the last brutal stretch.
I'm going up here to meet this guy, and I'm following him into the fucking woods.
What the fuck the sense of that? I want to get as many trips in as I can.
I'm not up here to go fucking visiting, for fuck's sake.
Narrator: Art's getting another shot, but the boss has put him on a short leash.
Fucking shit! I might as well have been fired! Narrator: But 200 miles to the east, on the road to Big Trout Lake, two other drivers have already teamed up.
Darrell: Cool, right on, Reno, another load.
Another load.
We need to get as many as we can.
With two of us driving we don't have to stop, take turns sleeping.
Narrator: Father and son duo, Darrell and Reno Ward, are on another run for their thriving new company.
You never know when you're gonna meet something comin' around these corners, though.
Reno: I know, I'm looking ahead.
I know, I'm just remindin' ya.
(Skids, crash) You're down there with the fucking rhubarb.
Yeah, saved it though, eh? Darrell: Yeah.
Narrator: The team's hauling a load of construction supplies and a work truck to the remote village.
Darrell: Yeah, she's gettin' slick, Reno.
Out here in the middle of march, and the temperature starts running up and they start closing-- Sun's shining down, there ain't a cloud in the sky.
Narrator: But the 630 mile trail is getting slick under the hot sun, and proving a rough trip for the rookie.
Darrell: I mean, this one right here, this here, all sloped corners like this here.
Holy shit.
(Truck skids, crash) Darrell: - See, like that.
Reno: - Oh yeah, she's slick.
Narrator: With the roads crumbling more every day Shit, Reno, I'm going to have hemorrhoids on my ass by the time we're done here if you don't quit hitting these bumps.
Narrator: the team is pushing hard to bank as many loads as they can before the season is up.
Not much time left.
Just got to keep 'em rolling.
(Truck rattles) Oh, fuck! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (Crash) Watch the fucking road! Reno: Oh my God.
Darrell: You scare me sometimes.
Reno: Well, you know, the way you react scares me.
Well, first car you ever crashed you were a year and a half old and you smashed my fucking pick up up.
Narrator: The team pushes deeper into the Ontario wilderness.
But suddenly, they're not alone.
Yeah, they act like they're the only ones who should drive this road.
Yeah, and if you're on this road, you're at fault for whatever.
Narrator: A convoy also headed northbound is fighting the road rough too, but they're not blaming warming temperatures for the bad conditions.
I mean, I mean it's my second trip.
I wasn't We're taking it easy going in here.
Reno: Yeah.
How fast are you going, Reno? Twenty-seven.
Yeah, three kilometres below the speed limit.
So Well, let's just take it easy, I don't want to deal with them.
Pull up and hold up.
Stop there for a second.
Just hold up and let them get going.
Both of you go around.
(Truck honks) Oh, they're gonna stop here, Reno.
And they're gonna act all pissy, I can see by the way he come to a sliding stop.
Fuck.
They're gonna get out and they're going to have a fucking attitude.
Yeah, well I'll get out and I'll have a lot bigger one because I'm a lot bigger than them.
Darrell: Just roll your window down.
Reno: Good, how are you? No, I don't, I've got this far.
Reno: Am I? Well, I'd fuck about it to someone else.
We drove straight in here, so I'd fuck about it to someone else besides me.
Darrell: We didn't make no mess.
You stopped here, and you started giving us shit! Man: I asked you a simple question.
We weren't even fucking moving! Man: I asked you a simple question! And I said no, and you blamed us anyway! Hey, fuck you, guys! All you guys do is come here and give us shit! We had absolutely no problems on these roads! We didn't do that.
We followed that shit in here, and I do not know who is in front of us.
Man: Another fifteen days of work here.
Darrell: - I know that.
Man: - Do you? Darrell: - And I'm here too.
Man: - Do you respect it? Darrell: - Yes, I do.
Man: - If there's any more fucking marks-- I don't know which fucking direction you're going but we seen it also.
I do the same fucking job you guys do, every fucking year, whether it's here or whether it's in Alaska.
Man: - Is that right-- Darrell: - Yes I do.
Man: Go back to fucking Alaska! Darrell: No, fuck you.
Walk away you piece of shit! Motherfucker! Come on! Man: Come on where? Where do you wanna go? Darrell: Wherever you want to.
Man: Go sit in your fucking truck.
You bunch of fucking pussies motherfuckers! Talking big, fucking shit and walk away.
Man: - I will walk away! Darrell: - Fuck you! Fuck you, you piece of shit! Man: Come on, make the first fucking hit.
Narrator: In the remote Ontario wilderness You stopped here, and you started giving us shit! Narrator: Darrell and Reno Ward, face off against two truckers accusing Reno of tearing up the road.
Man: Another fifteen days of work here.
Darrell: - I know that.
Man: - Do you? Darrell: - And I'm here, too.
Man: - Do you respect it? Darrell: Yes, I do! Talking big, fucking shit and walk away.
Man: I will walk away.
Fuck you! Fuck you, you piece of shit! Come on, make the first fucking hit! Darrell: - Yeah, go for it.
Man: - You're looking for a confrontation.
Go for it.
Hey, you guys want a confrontation? You guys are the ones that stopped and brought it on! Come on! You think you're a tough motherfucker or what? Come on, both of you.
I'll fuck both of you motherfuckers.
If you wanna give me shit.
Reno: We stopped to let you guys go by.
Darrell: We stopped here and let you go by.
(Truck engine rumbles) Darrell: As a parent, as all parents would do, they protect their children.
You know, no matter that Reno's bigger than I am, and 20-years-old, and I know he can take care of himself, I'm still not going to put up with him giving him shit.
Fuck you.
Keep your fucking mouth shut, and drive on.
Fuck those guys.
Seriously.
I don't know who the fuck they think they are.
Old school, take 'em to the fucking dirt.
You got a problem, let's get in the fucking dirt and let's do it.
You've got to get over it, huh.
That's bullshit.
Fuck him.
Why can't you just get over it? Okay, he's a fucking idiot, he said some dumb shit.
Fuck, Reno, fuck them.
Fuck them.
They want to fucking go rounds with me, I'll fucking go rounds with them.
To be a professional you gotta to be able to work with everyone.
In any, in any industry, you've got to be able-- Darrell: - Reno, I know! Reno: - Don't yell at me.
Narrator: As the team fights their way further into Ontario 310 miles to the west Kaboom! Okay.
Narrator: Alex Debogorski's picking up a new haul.
Alex: I'm gonna load some concrete.
They gonna take 12 of those bags from over there, put them on the trailer, and I'm on my way to St.
Theresa Point.
Narrator: The veteran's looking to keep VP on top of a tightening load count battle.
Alex: 3,000 pounds each, that'll be 36,000 thousand pounds.
Narrator: But with the 650 mile trail quickly dissolving it's no easy task.
I got my cement loaded, I gotta tie it down.
Everything's good, the sun's up, and I'm ready to go.
(Chuckles) Okay, what's with the beeping? Come on, quit it.
My volt meter's been playing around a little bit there, at about thirteen and a half.
It's supposed to be sitting at fourteen.
Okay, what's with the beeping? Come on, quit it.
Narrator: But melting roads aren't Alex' only concern.
Well, I had the truck in the garage uh, they fixed a broken cable between two banks of batteries, fixed a couple wires that were munched in the bumper.
As far as I know I've got headlights and all my electrical.
Everything's good.
Narrator: Despite a shaky electrical system, the old pro hammers down and heads for St.
Theresa.
I'm not really comfortable with the electrics in this truck.
I mean, I just-they'll go till they blow.
Simple.
Not gonna worry about it.
We're off! Narrator: But 290 miles to the north, the competition's on the move.
Todd: We've got a hard road to travel.
It's very narrow, windy, deep ruts, unploughed.
Narrator: Trucking heavyweights Todd Dewey and Lisa Kelly, are hauling school buses over one of Canada's toughest trails.
The rough 90 mile stretch to Utik Lake, a private unmaintained road built by Polar for their exclusive contract.
You can tell the temperatures are warming up just because of the fact of how much it keeps snowing.
Lisa: This is pretty narrow road up here, and the roads are melting away.
Todd: It's the really last hard push of the season.
The roads are coming to a close.
We definitely want to make sure that we get these two school buses there safe for Team Polar.
Holy shit! Hang on! Narrator: Today, the company's scrambling to get the final loads delivered and complete the contract before the trail melts away.
Lisa: It's so bumpy.
Todd: We've got a long ways to go, so we need to start this toodling.
Lisa: Ten-four there, good buddy.
Narrator: The snow is getting slicker by the hour, even turning into running water.
Lisa: As far as I understand, these are the last two loads going into Utik Lake.
These are really important.
It's gonna be a challenging day because it's dusty, and as soon as it snows, everyone loses their minds.
(Truck honks) Lisa: No fuel or lodging available between destinations.
Narrator: Now the pair must brave the trail's unregulated ice crossing.
Todd: Gonna be rolling across the big lake crossing here.
This is actually kind of scary.
This road isn't really, it's maintained but not very well.
So the ice is really covered in a lot of snow.
So you can't really see what the ice is doing.
You don't know where it's moving, or where the thicker spots are, or where the bigger cracks are, that you want to try to avoid because it's all covered in fresh snow, so it actually makes it a little bit more It just makes you a little bit more nervous.
Todd: Okay, I guess we're about ready to roll, Lisa.
Lisa: This is gonna be rough.
Here we go.
You got to do what you got to do up here.
Narrator: On the unregulated ice crossing to Utik Lake Todd: Here we go.
You got to do what you got to do up here.
Narrator: Todd Dewey and Lisa Kelly, are pressing their luck.
(Ice cracking) You can hear it cracking.
So we are definitely on ice.
I'm coming down on the ice.
Narrator: In warming temperatures, the ice has already started melting, and more cracks are forming quick in the weight of the 26 tonne hauls.
(Ice cracking) Todd: This last couple times on the ice I was starting to get real comfortable.
I'm wondering if that's when it gets you though.
Oh, I hear ya.
Todd: One run when I got up there, the Chief came up to me and said, he just had lost his brother last year on an ice crossing.
Kind of brought me back down to reality a little bit, but Yeah, that definitely puts a perspective on it.
(Ice cracking) We're not just talking about some rookie up there on the ice, we're talking about somebody who's been experienced and lives there, and deals with this every year, and knows what he's doing to go through and die.
Yeah, that's pretty scary.
Lisa: Makes you wonder if it's just a matter of time, you know.
The longer you're on the roads, it ups your chances.
Todd: Yeah, kind of like sooner or later your luck runs out.
Yeah, pretty much.
I'm done talking about this.
Slow going on the lakes, but that's the part that's important.
It's not forgetting and going fast thinking you can push it just a little bit more.
Lisa: You on the other side, yet? Todd: I'm getting pretty close here, just about coming off the ice.
That slimy, nice packed snow.
Narrator: Todd's off the ice.
Todd: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Narrator: But he's left damage behind.
So now that you're off the ice, now I'll tell you that I've seen all kinds of fresh cracks.
Uh-oh, what? Lisa: I didn't want to tell you when you were on the ice about all these fresh cracks I'm seeing back here, so I thought I'd wait until you were off the ice.
I'm still on the ice, by the way.
Lisa: All right, off to shore we go.
Narrator: Clear of the crossing, the convoy pushes on the last 160 miles.
It's gonna be a long day.
It's time to buckle down and get the job done.
Narrator: 200 miles to the northwest in Lynn Lake (Dog barking) Yeah, well, that Mark told me I had to hook up with you 'cause you know your around there good.
Joey: Yeah.
Narrator: Art's met up with his new convoy partner.
This the rig here, you're talking about? Joey: Yeah.
That's the Screaming Ford.
The '74 Fords were very popular it's like a Model T, so another twenty years, maybe this truck will be a collector's item at the Smithsonian.
Narrator: Art's Chaperone is the self proclaimed King of Obsolete.
Joey: I am the King of Obsolete, and there is only one, and there will be no other.
Narrator: A local trucker, who prides himself on his vintage equipment and his ability to go where other drivers can't.
Joey: Basically I live at the end of the world.
You have to be very resourceful at the end of the world because we can't rely on everybody else.
(Truck door closes) Well, that's a good sign, it started.
I got a whole fucking different opinion of him.
He's a good fucker that guy.
That turned out all right.
This morning I didn't want to go there, I was pissed fucked off because I wanted the fuck off out of here.
Anyway, I'm kind of looking forward to the trip now.
Narrator: The King will guide the convoy over the notorious 130 mile stretch to the remote town of Brochet.
Art: We're on our way again here, boy, it's nice and bright out, if you're into nice, big, pink suns and everything, which I kind of am.
Narrator: The King's braved this rugged trail dozens of times before in his resurrected 1974 big rig.
He's nicknamed "The Screamin' Ford.
" Narrator: Hauling an additional load of construction equipment the King's looking to lead the convoy to the finish line.
Art: We're going through the water, lots of water here, boy, better grab another gear.
(Splashing) It's like driving a horse with three fucking legs.
There's no rhythm to it at all.
This is like one of the fucking electric bulls or whatever they fucking sit on, you see them on TV.
Same thing.
I've never been on one of them so I wouldn't really know much about fucking riding bulls.
I know a bit about bullshit.
Narrator: The final few miles are the toughest on the trail.
Narrator: Including a deadly stretch nicknamed Ricochet Hill.
Hey, I don't have one of them big bumpers like you got.
If I do that, this'll be fucked.
Fenders and everything will fucking fall off of this, boy.
This is all fiberglass and paper.
Narrator: To try and make it up the hill, the King kicks it into high gear.
(Truck engine roars) (Loud crash) Narrator: In the northern most stretches of Manitoba (Loud crash) Narrator: A king has been dethroned.
Art: Are you all right up there, boy? I'll see if we did any damage.
Narrator: On the final stretch to the remote town of Brochet, the King of Obsolete was unable to conquer Ricochet Hill.
Welcome to Ricochet Hill.
Art: Everything's good? I was in low range, and it just come around and the front end just wouldn't steer, it just hit the snowbank.
We didn't have enough steering traction.
(Truck engine roars) Narrator: So now, he's got to get his "Screaming Ford" out from under four feet of snow.
Art: You're digging in deeper and deeper, boy.
I need to be able to back or I can't go forward.
(Engine roars) Go right into the bank, ol' buddy.
(Truck engine roars) This is getting embarrassing.
(Truck engine roars) Art: I'll tell you one fucking thing, there's not a dull moment this trip.
It's an exciting fucking morning, I'll tell you that.
Look at this.
We ploughed her into the woods twice here, now.
I didn't think he was gonna come out of that, boy.
A lot of weight eh, that's all the fucking Narrator: Now it's time for Art to confront the king slayer.
Okay, see what we can do with this.
(Gears crank) (Truck engine rumbles) Oh fuck! What a fucking day this has been, man.
Fuck! Away we go again, boy.
But we got 'er.
It's making for a good trip, boy.
Not to mention you're making me look great, boy.
You keep the shit up.
(Laughs) Holy fuck.
Shit happens, buddy.
Don't be embarrassed about that, for fuck's sake.
You wanna follow me around for about a week.
Narrator: Up the road the convoy closes in on Brochet.
Narrator: And the unlikely duo comes through for Polar.
Art: We just landed in Brochet, we're gonna drop these trailers off.
We're about two hours behind schedule, but the main thing is we're here, no damage to anything.
Narrator: With the loads on the books when the company needs them most.
I might have done this twice on the way back, maybe three times.
I'll take a picture of you then? Art: - Okay, see ya.
Joey: - All right.
Art: See ya after, buddy.
Narrator: Art may be on the come back trail.
Art: Away we go.
I guess I'll hightail it to Winnipeg.
Narrator: But 250 miles to the southeast, a Polar convoy is still out on the road.
Mark was stressing the importance of getting these last two loads in.
And these loads are important because of all the time and investment that's gone into this road, there's a certain amount of loads that we're gonna have to take to make like the bare minimum back, and I think these two loads are that bare minimum.
Narrator: Lisa Kelly and Todd Dewey are pushing on trying to close out the company's critical Utik Lake contract.
But the narrow trail and slick conditions have them quickly falling behind schedule.
Trying to hurry in.
Time's clicking away and I get grumpy when too much time goes by when I think I should be farther down the road.
And I think I should be farther down the road, so I'm grumpy.
Narrator: And as day turns to night, there's trouble up ahead.
Todd: Holy smokes! We are in a huge line up of trucks.
Holy moly! There's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Holy shit! This night just turned into a shit.
Probably we'll be sleeping in our trucks right here, Lis.
Lisa: Are they moving or are they sleeping? Todd: They're all stopped right through.
Seven of them.
Lisa: Oh, bummer.
Todd: Shit.
I'll go out find out kind of what's going on here.
Lisa: 10-4.
They're, ooh, wow! That is a line up.
We still have a hundred kilometres to go.
Todd: They're spun out on the hill.
- Why not? - There's no way we can get around seven of them.
Todd: Six hours just turned into twelve.
I'm just fucking pissed! Damn it! Narrator: On the route to remote Utik Lake Lisa: Some guy is stuck on the hill.
Todd's going up there to help.
Narrator: A winter road's traffic jam could derail a crucial run for Polar.
Todd: If you can just back up about another ten feet.
Narrator: An 37 tonne big rig has spun out on the hill blocking all travel in and out.
So Todd helps direct the driver as he tries to manoeuvre out of the way.
(Backing up beeps) Todd: Hold on, you're going off the road! Going off the road! You might want to wait! Stop! (Tires spinning) You got your whole trailer clear off the road now.
Narrator: Despite Todd's warnings, the trucker lodged his rig deep into the ditch.
The other guys, are they up way far ahead of ya to pull ya? Did they just keep on going and leave ya? Man: No, they're up there.
Todd: They might have to back up here.
We've get a long fucking chain out here, because now you're fucking off the road back here.
(Truck engine hums) That's bad.
Todd: Yeah, we're way behind schedule.
There's nothing we can do, Lis.
Narrator: Now, with the load count on the line, Todd and Lisa are at the mercy of other drivers.
Todd: That's making me have twice as long a night as I wanted to have.
So I'm sitting in my truck, there's nothing more to say about it, there's nothing we can do.
That's it.
Narrator: As the minutes tick away, Polar's fortunes are melting faster than the roads.
Oh, I wanna go to bed, I'm getting tired.
Todd: Tried to help him.
Tell him he needed to back down the hill.
When he was backing down the hill, I was telling him to stop, and he wouldn't listen to me, and he backed right into the ditch.
(Footsteps crunch snow) The last six hours of me and Lisa's run that we could have had just turned into about an 18-hour trip because these guys have no idea what they're doing.
I'm tired, I'm grumpy, I know that.
Man: Ease the throttle, shift your gears easy.
You don't wanna spin your tires.
(Truck engine rumbles) Narrator: Finally the other company clears the path and Polar is back in business.
Lisa: All right, here I come.
Right now we're gonna continue on and just toot along.
Just slow pace and just idle along following these guys in until we get there.
And that's it.
Narrator: But they've lost valuable time and must drive through the night to deliver on schedule.
Lisa: What a nightmare.
Narrator: 170 miles to the south Alex: Everything is going great.
As long as the truck keeps moving, I can see.
Narrator: Hauling nearly 40,000 pounds, Alex Debogorski's looking to keep VP in the game, and close out a valuable contract.
Alex: Hopefully we'll be in St.
Theresa Point before six in the morning.
Narrator: The veteran's on the home stretch (Warning beeps) but with less than 50 miles to go Alex: What's doing the beeping? - (Beeping) - My dash lights are flashing, I got red lights flashing outside.
I've been having electrical problems since I started.
I gotta know when my charging system's done.
Narrator: In the dead of night, power failure is an ice road trucker's nightmare.
Alex: There's a certain amount of voltage this electronic engine needs to run.
When I get to that voltage, engine turns off.
All I have to do is go to eight volts, and then the truck quits.
Narrator: But if it happens on the ice The Dalton River ice crossing.
Narrator: Alex and his 31 tonne rig won't have a prayer.
Alex: Fuck.
Alex: I'm just getting ready to go down the rabbit hole.
(Beeping, gear crank) Dear God, please keep us safe.
In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Narrator: On an ice crossing outside of St.
Theresa Point Alex: I'm just getting ready to go down the rabbit hole.
No enough power to turn the high beams on, so the sooner we get this in, the better.
Narrator: It could be lights out for Alex Debogorski.
Charging system is down around eleven volts for some reason, I don't know why.
I just don't want it to quit on me.
Narrator: His electrical system is failing, and if it shuts down completely, he'll be stuck on the melting ice.
Alex: I seem to be losing my battery for some reason.
Usually I've got 14 volts, and I'm down to about 11 volts.
And I don't know why.
Eleven volts don't cut it, supposed to be around 14.
(Warning beeps) I mean, it's holding 11 volts, I don't know quite what's going on here.
Okay, we're off the ice.
Narrator: The rig provides just enough juice to get him across.
Alex: I got no choice now but to drive 'er.
Drive 'er till she drops.
Narrator: And a few miles later Alex: We made 'er.
Narrator: the veteran limps to his destination.
Alex: There's the lay down yard.
Narrator: With the delivery to St.
Theresa Point, VP grabs a narrow lead in the load count.
Alex: Ah, why do I do these things? (Chuckles) (Wind gusts) Narrator: But as morning breaks Todd: You know, we've been pushing really hard now for about a week and a half.
It's getting close to the end of the season.
Narrator: the competition's coming on strong.
We've just been running non-stop.
We've been busy.
Narrator: After driving through the night, Lisa Kelly and Todd Dewey close in on Utik Lake.
The plan is to get offloaded as fast as possible.
(School bus engine starts) Todd: A-ok.
She fired right up, and that's a good deal right there.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Damn it! Halfway off.
No problemo.
(Bus creaks, backing up beeping) Todd: Hang on.
Yee haw! That's how you do it.
Lisa: You ready? Todd: Yeah, I think we're ready.
I'm ready to get the fuck out of here.
Lisa: We've gotta get back to Winnipeg to see if they have anything else before the roads close down for the year.
Todd: It's been a lot of work, and we're really worn out, and we're really tired.
So we're really looking forward to getting back to Winnipeg tomorrow morning and head right back out on the ice roads.
Narrator: But 270 miles to the southeast, there's another pair of drivers on a roll.
Do you even know how to tell time on it? Reno: - Yeah, it's about 12:05.
Darrell: - Long with the minute hand.
Narrator: Darrell and Reno Ward, are closing in on their destination ahead of schedule.
Darrell: I didn't know if you young generation even know how to tell time on a regular clock.
When was the last time you looked at a regular clock? When I'm up here I don't need to know what time it is other than off my dash so I can do my log book.
All digital.
So, if the short hand is on the two, and the long hand is on the five Reno: - Yeah.
Darrell: - What time is it? a little bit past the two.
Did you know there was a second hand? Yeah.
- Not all clocks have 'em.
Reno: - No.
Darrell: I wanna get offloaded and get turned around, headed the other direction.
Narrator: With the delivery to Big Trout Lake, the father and son team continues making noise.
Darrell: No time to sit around.
Narrator: And with few remaining loads left in the season Darrell: Let's roll.
Narrator: they could prove to be the spoiler in the battle for the load count.
Watch these edges, though.
Be damn sure you want to stay away from them.
But I'm not gonna tell you how to do your job.
Yeah.
I guess it's just that instinctive wisdom.
The wiser you are, the more your instincts kick in.
So if I told you everything I know, you'd know as much as I do.
No, I have fucking wisdom on my own.
- Yeah, like what? Reno: - College trigonometry.
I taught you that, too.
You can't even spell trigonometry.
I can spell trigonometry.
Trig-A-nometry.
Reno: - No.
Darrell: - (Chuckles) Narrator: Next time on Ice Road Truckers You never know what's gonna happen.
This is gonna be fun.
Narrator: as the season nears the finish line Hang on, boys.
Oh! We could be in for quite an adventure.
Narrator: the drivers take on their biggest challenge ever.
This is gonna the be the farthest ice road that any of us have ever, ever travelled.
Narrator: The longest winter road in the world.