Mother Lode

She doesn't use up much runway,

does she?

What do you wanna talk about?

Oh, I don't know.

Let's talk about George.

- George?

- George Patterson.

Come on, don't play games with me.

The rescue chopper came in this morning.

They didn't find anything.

No wreckage, nothing.

Where is he, Dupre?

How the hell should I know where he is?

You sent him there.

We sent him to Dawson.

He never made it near Dawson.

He charged gas to Mollyco

at Telegraph Creek.

That's up at the Cassiar, for chrissake.

That's the last we heard of him.

Maybe he crashed.

No. I told you,

they didn't find any wreckage.

Give me a floatplane.

I'll find him for you.

I think there's more

at stake here than you make out.

More than a man's life?

You know you can be replaced, Jean.

If you wanna be hard-nosed about this,

one phone call...

...I can replace you just like that.

Just like that, huh?

Count on it.

In that case,

you won't have trouble replacing me...

...before this bird runs into that hangar.

Oh, Jesus.

- You're fired, you son of a b*tch.

- Good.

Goddamn it!

Jesus!

Hi. Come on, Andrea.

- It's 5:
30 in the morning.

- I gotta talk to you now. It's about George.

Go ahead.

Andrea, will you please open the door?

You're gonna wake up the neighbors.

Would you mind telling me...?

Did George say anything

about where he was going exactly?

He didn't tell me a damn thing.

We had a fight.

What do you want?

Mollyco fired me. They think I know

where George is and I'm not telling.

Do you?

- He's up in the Cassiar.

- Oh, God.

He was supposed to be flying

geophysical survey for Mollyco.

Elliot sent him up to look

for porphyry showings, molybdenum.

Look, Jean,

if something's happened to him...

He didn't crash, Andrea.

How do you know?

Because I think he found

what he was looking for.

What, molybdenum?

No.

Gold.

- How are you getting up there?

- Floatplane.

- You don't own a floatplane.

- I do now. I sold my house.

You'd have to be crazy to get in any

airplane you could buy with that house.

Fortunately, you're not getting in it.

What the hell are you looking for?

Okay. He had a map,

an aeronautical chart of Northern BC.

Why didn't you just say so?

He used to take it out every night

and stare at it.

Son of a b*tch.

Well, it was there the last time I looked.

I mean, he must have taken it with him.

Bastard.

What do you mean?

George doesn't need that map.

He knows the country by heart.

He just took it so I couldn't follow him.

I don't think George

would do that to you.

He wouldn't just walk out.

I think he did it to both of us, kiddo.

I'm going with you.

What is that?

That is an ex-Mollyco

surface-suction dredge.

No, I mean that.

You sold your house for that?

- She's a hell of a good airplane, kiddo.

- That's no airplane.

- That's a flying coffin.

- Looks aren't everything.

Anyhow, it's how she flies that counts.

Give me that.

Well, never mind how she flies.

I think she's sinking.

Float has a little leak.

Uh, you just have to

pump her out each time.

That's okay, it's supposed to come off.

So how's school?

It's dull as tears.

I spend half of my time

reading undergrad essays...

...the other half on my thesis.

How's flying?

Dull as tears.

- Ever hear of the Cassiar Gold Rush?

- 1875.

They found something like $10 million

in gold up in the Stikine River.

But those claims ran out

about a hundred years ago.

They were placer claims.

Panning the creeks, sluice boxes,

that kind of thing.

Just the tip of the iceberg.

They never found the source, the lode.

Where were you going to look?

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