The Last Winter

Alaska. Vast wilderness

of the North.

Land of great natural beauty

and diversity.

This is rugged country.

Land of black gold.

Alaska's north slope

has been producing oil...

out of Prudhoe Bay since 1969.

Delivering to refineries and ports

eight hundred miles to the South...

through the great

Trans Alaskan Pipeline.

But another northern region...

known as the Arctic National

Wildlife Refuge...

has remained untapped.

Only once have prospectors gained

access to this barren landscape.

In nineteen eighty-six,

KIC Corporation...

a partnership between native

and business interests...

commissioned the drilling

of a test well.

The results of that drilling have been

a carefully guarded secret ever since...

with only a solitary white box...

marking the footprint,

where the rig once stood.

Now, at last, after an historic

vote in congress...

the KIC Well will

reveal her secrets...

and North industries will be there.

Working in consort with

environmental experts...

North Industries will send

advanced teams to map the area...

and determine strategic

drilling locations.

Ice roads will be constructed...

to transport the rigs...

and drill sites and pipe lines...

will be operational

within the decade.

One step closer

to energy independence.

We have got the vision,

the experience, the know-how.

North Industries:

Trust. Risk. Results.

Jesus Christ, Ed, I could

use a longer runway.

Sounds like a personal problem Gary.

It's on my list, that's for sure.

Go get my gear, will you?

- Going ahead.

- Motor! Rise and shine!

Where's Abby?

Where's my welcoming party?

Abby god damn it, you're beautiful.

You took my room!

I want it back.

With you in it.

Sorry, Ed. How you doing?

Hundred percent, Abby.

Hundred and twenty.

- Yeah, I put on a few pounds.

- Well, you know...

Is that Ed Pollack here?

Dawn, baby, you're a sight

for sore eyes.

How's that new exercise

regime going?

Okay.

Put me down, dinner's almost ready.

Lee, pipe down, will you?

You're far too excitable.

Yeah, Lee, pipe down.

It is good to see this team

taking shape here.

The big boys, they send their love,

everybody's gearin' up.

Where's the kid?

Maxwell is out on the flats.

Should be back by now.

I'm supposed to keep my eye on him,

for the old man.

Gary's taken off,

he wanted to beat the snow.

I wanted him to stay for a drink.

Dawn, find some glasses, will you?

Boy, he's sure in a hurry.

What have you got in the bag, boss?

Mind your damn manners, Motor.

Hey, Dawn, where's those glasses?

Oh, this is Elliot Taylor.

He is doing the impact evaluations.

I thought the new Green Flag

was named Hoffman.

That's my boss.

They sent two guys?

Is this what you were

looking for, Motor?

A little fish, cigarettes...

This one looked sexy.

- Oh, that looks nice.

- Stooges...

And... more fish.

Is this going to be Maxwell?

- Hi.

- Hi.

James Hoffman, meet Ed Pollack.

How are you doing?

I'm doing fine.

- Raven?

- That's right.

This thins came off the wing of a

female common raven. Corvus Corax.

- Corvux Corax?

- Before your time.

Listen up, this is what

l wanna say.

I know you've all been in a holding

pattern and I wanna apologize for that.

These ice roads have been

a bitch to get in...

and Hoffman can give you

the reason for that.

Ah, it's not cold enough.

Hell, it feels cold as a witch's

boob out here to me.

Well, you need a sustain sub-zero...

to build ice-roads.

Well, then find me some sub-zero.

I mean, we're in fucking Alaska!

It's the Arctic Circle!

It's the dead of winter here.

That's exactly the problem.

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