"Yeah, hi, Herschberger, what?" "What?" "Can I get like a half a quarter?" "No!" "I'm at the fucking doctor's office with Leah right now, okay?" "I'm off duty." "Well, she..." "And call it a fucking eighth, all right?" "Like what the fuck is a half-quarter?" "It's a..." "Fuck off, man." "What do I look like, the weed fairy to you?" "I just fronted you last week." "You got cash?" "On me?" "No." "No?" "Shocker." "Fuck." "Get out of here." "Get away from the fucking car." "Get away from the car, man!" "This is a place of healing!" "Don't be such a fucking lowlife, man, hanging out in the parking lot of a hospital." "Get a life!" "Fuck you." "Fuck you!" "I'm sorry." "That fucking creep." "He's like hanging out in parking lots now." "Okay." "What did he say?" "I am." "You are." "Yeah." "Okay." "Okay." "Did you, did you guys, did you and the doctor talk about, you know, options?" "He just gave me a number for a clinic in Kelowna." "Okay, I mean, you know, hey, if that's your choice," "I'm with you 100%." "I support it, okay?" "I'll take you down to the clinic, we'll go to Kelowna, okay?" "Just, you know, not this weekend because Cooper's coming..." "Holy shit." "What?" "Yes, I'm aware of that." "You won't shut up about your fucking brother." "I'm excited." "I never get to see the guy, you know?" "Does he even call you ever or like email?" "Call me?" "We don't call each other." "We don't like gossip on the phone like a couple of little girls." "He's my bro." "He's my kid brother, you know." "We'll just always be tight." "Coop's coming?" "My God, Herschberger." "What the fuck, man?" "I'm..." "I'm having a personal conversation with Leah." "Hey, Leah." "I hear he's doing real good in the city." "Yeah, he is." "He's doing really good, which means he's doing the opposite of you, you fucking idiot, so please just fuck off!" "Okay, listen." "I..." "I hit the ATM." "You what?" "I hit the ATM." "Toph?" "How much you got?" "40." "40?" "All right." "You're such a fucking idiot." "You still owe me 40." "I'm not fucking around, Herschberger." "Fuck you." "Fuck you." "Thanks, bro." "All right, man." "Thank you." "Hey, Mom." "Hey." "Wow." "Hey-o!" "You look beautiful." "Stop it." "It's not too poofy?" "No." "No, no." "More poof, in fact." "No, not more." "Premium poof package, please." "You look smoking-hot, Mom." "Thank you, thank you." "Toph." "I need you to go grab some paper plates at the dollar store." "No." "I'm picking up Coop from the airport." "Well, grab 'em after." "I don't understand why you don't have real plates at your wedding." "Excuse me." "Do you want to pay for china plates?" "No." "Then what is the matter with you?" "What, are you embarrassed of paper plates now?" "Mom, I'm not embarrassed of paper plates." "They're just not particularly fancy." "Well, guess what." "Neither is this family." "Coop is." "For heaven's sake." "Cooper thinks he's fancy." "Yeah, for good reason." "He lives in a fancy city." "He works at a fancy company." "He's got a fancy girlfriend." "Thanks." "That's pretty fancy, if you ask me." "Yeah, and before that, he lived in a different fancy city and had a different fancy job and a different fancy girlfriend and different one before..." "Makes him even fancier." "You know what?" "Yes." "I'll get your paper plates for your wedding." "But I just want to say," "Coop is out there doing something with his life, okay?" "He's living it." "Well, look at this, you're on a bloody walkabout, ya fucking ripper." "That's about right." "Let me get it, let me get it." "Come on, come on." "All right." "No I got it, I got it." "Have you been working out?" "How are you doing, man?" "I'm doing good." "My God, Cooper." "So you're still doing the deejaying thing, yeah?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Yeah, man, full time." "Wheels o' steel, little brother." "Spinning the wheels?" "Know what I mean?" "Ones and twos for life." "But, it's a little dead around here in the wintertime, you know." "Yeah." "Snow kinda slows 'em down." "Mom says you had a girlfriend." "Is that a fact?" "Monica." "Yeah." "I guess she's talking about Monica." "Monica." "That's so New York." "It's very Friends." "She couldn't make it with you?" "No, no." "She couldn't make it." "Aw, that's a bummer." "Yeah." "Is she hot?" "Sometimes." "Fuck you, she's hot, man." "Okay, all right, well, let's scale here." "Scale of 1-10." "One being Nancy Kazinksi, obviously, 'cause she was a dog." "We can agree on that." "Ten being..." "Fuck." "I guess there weren't a lot of 10s around here growing up." "There were no 10s." "All right, solid 8, Dana Ackworth." "There's your scale." "Go." "Dana Ackworth is an 8?" "Yeah." "Pushing a 9, I think." "Triple nipple Ackworth?" "She didn't have..." "That was the rumor." "You saw it." "I mean, if she's an 8," "Monica's a 12, for sure." "You're banging a 12." "On the Ackworth scale." "You're fucking banging a 12?" "Strong work, little brother." "Holy shit!" "I wouldn't even know where to begin with a 12." "I'd just be like, "Wuh!" "Whoops!"" "So how long you gonna stay?" "Monday." "Like, this Monday?" "Yeah." "That's two fucking days, man." "I got a whole list of shit I want to do with you." "Like what?" "Like what?" "I want to like get drunk at The Point," "I want to get drunk at Tommy's," "I want you to meet Leah." "Stuff." "Yeah, well, Mom's got a lot of stuff planned too, you know." "I gotta hang out with Mom." "Come on, man." "So what, two days every three years now?" "That's what I get?" "Get out of here." "You get a chance to sign those papers?" "No." "Actually, they're still with my lawyer." "Why?" "Like as far as the estate's concerned, he's legally deceased, right?" "Yeah, well, not till I sign it though." "Right, which would really help out Mom, if you did that." "And you." "What?" "Yeah." "If I sign, you get your part of the estate." "Yeah, right, I get my part of jack shit." "That's awesome." "I can't wait for that." "Well, listen, my lawyer's in Italy for the winter, so when he gets back, he'll take a look at it." "How about that?" "Holy shit." "My lawyer is in Italy." "He winters there." "Maybe we could like put those two in touch." "They could hash it out over a plate of fettuccine alfredo." "Fuck off." "Something creamier?" "My God." "No." "No!" "Is this it or what?" "Please be seated." "Welcome to this happy occasion." "I'm gonna steal this." "Coop, please move on with your life." "You wanted space, you got it." "I actually feel sorry for you." "And by the way, Dr. Levin's been leaving messages, and I highly suggest you call him because you need help." "Bye." "Fuck." "Brojangles." "Hey, man." "Hey." "What's the problem?" "They preaching a bit too much Jesusism at you in there?" "Just had to make a call." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "How's the 12?" "Hard to say." "Yeah, they're a mystery, my brother." "Drink up." "So you're cool with this whole thing then?" "Yeah, man." "The wedding?" "Live and let live." "Plus he makes Mom happy, so that makes me happy." "Okay, it just happened all so fast." "I don't know, you know?" "So you want to maybe head up to the cabin tomorrow?" "Excuse me?" "Cabin." "Wanna hit the cabin tomorrow?" "I just ran into Bill Foreman in the pisser." "We had a little chat, and he told me he was snowmobiling up there, and he saw a squatter." "A squatter in the cabin." "In the cabin, like a hobo, an old Doukhobor up there." "You know, I thought we'd like take the truck." "I got the chains." "We'll go for a rip." "Make a whole day out of it." "Kick him out." "No." "You're gonna make me go evict the squatter on my own." "Yeah." "Come on, man." "What if he's dangerous?" "Just call the cops." "Can't call the cops, man." "They won't go up there in the winter." "You know that." "Think of the resale value." "He's probably like pissing and shitting in every nook and cranny of the place." "No." "Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that." "Still no." "No." "So no." "Come on, it's freezing." "Ken and Marian, 2014!" "Hey!" "Be careful with those." "They're a strong batch." "Baby, they take my muse to a whole nother level." "Come on!" "Come on." "Come on!" "No, no." "I can't." "I can't, Mom." "Please stop." "Don't you remember doing the jitterbug with me in the kitchen?" "Remember?" "I mean, I'm scarred for life." "All I want is one dance with my baby boy." "Mom, I don't want to dance right now." "Thank you." "Look, Mom, I'm sorry for yelling, but..." "Shut up and listen to me." "Okay." "Your father is dead." "Jesus, Mom." "Yeah, I know." "I don't think you do, Cooper, because you weren't here." "This is supposed to be a celebration." "It is." "We're going bowling tomorrow." "Bowling?" "Yes, bowling." "And I'm putting you on the same team as Ken so you can bond because you're family now." "Well..." "Toph said he's gonna take me up to the cabin, actually," "so I'm gonna have to..." "The cabin?" "What for?" "There's a squatter." "And he's like defecating everywhere." "It's awful." "Father, give me strength." "Don't say that." "Okay, fine, go." "But I want you to do something for me." "Anything." "I want you to talk to your big brother." "He's not doing as well as he lets on." "Road trip, britches!" "Yahoo!" "Come on, say it." "Whoo!" "Did you bring a flashlight?" "We are prepared for every eventuality." "How are you even doing that?" "Doing what?" "That's just so wrong." "I've never heard of a law against it." "Give it here." "You're honking." "All right, fuck it." "Think you can handle it?" "Think you can handle that pussy toker?" "Yeah." "I used to smoke a ton of weed in high school." "A ton." "A ton." "What?" "This makes me paranoid now that I don't smoke it." "Not around me you didn't." "Yeah, 'cause you would've fucking smoked it all." "That's a good point." "Yeah." "How's that?" "Yeah!" "Still got it." "Thanks, dude!" "Hi." "This is Monica." "Please leave me a message." "Hey, look, I don't blame you for not picking up, okay?" "I just hope you've had enough time to realize that I made the right decision." "Even if I didn't make it in the most mature way possible." "You said it yourself that your path is leading back to LA and, you know, who knows where I'm gonna end up?" "Anyway, it's not that I didn't have strong feelings for you." "I did." "I did." "It's just that I didn't think we were a good bet, that's all," "So I promise this is the last time I'm gonna bother you." "All good?" "Yeah." "Sweet." "So what exactly is our plan for this squatter?" "Kick him the fuck out." "Do we have any weapons?" "Anything?" "I think there's a didgeridoo in the back." "You got a didgeridoo." "That's great." "You thought of everything." "He's probably just some hobo." "You know, he's a hobo." "Yeah, with a sawed-off shotgun and a fucking copy of Mein Kampf." "That is the big city talking right there." "You sound nuts, man." "God, I forget how far up this was." "Yeah, well it's the middle of the middle of nowhere, man." "So Dad was living up here full time?" "What the hell was he thinking?" "He was thinking that civilization is for pussies and that the government was spying on him, obviously." "Something about Peak Boyle." "What, and no one tried to reason with him?" "Reason was not really his thing by the end." "Whoa, you gonna march right in there?" "I'm sorry." "After you." "No, it's okay." "You go ahead." "Yeah, that's what I thought." "Squatter, show yourself!" "Here, squatty squatty squatty." "Come here." "Not gonna hurt you, bud." "Just want to get you out." "Hey!" "Squatter!" "Must have cleared out." "Nobody's here?" "Doesn't look like it." "Jesus, look at this place." "This squatter's a fucking whack job." "What?" "No, this is all Dad's shit." "Pretty much the way he left it." "And, Bill's sure he saw someone." "Who knows?" "Yeah." "Looks like dude is gone, so we should just like hang out, stay here, enjoy ourselves a bit." "I'll get the food out of the car, light a fire." "You seem like you could use a little RR." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Mom." "She's a little worried about you." "Mom?" "Mom's worried about you, man." "She asked me to talk to you." "Talk to me about what?" "Your life." "Fuck, man." "She told me to talk to you about your life." "Well, some people don't change." "That sneaky bitch." "She's such a sneaky little fucker." "That's what she does, man." "She's a manipulator." "She plays us against each other." "That's why Dad left." "You think Mom drove Dad away?" "Well, she wasn't exactly supportive of his issues." "Have you taken a look around, man?" "What part of this fucking crazy shack is not sinking in for you?" "Anyway, maybe Mom was right, you know?" "She's got a fucked-up way of going about it, but we haven't talked to each other in a long time." "Well, what exactly do you want to talk about?" "Fucking big old titties." "What else?" "Big old titties?" "Yeah." "Porno mags." "Whatever." "We'll talk about whatever, man." "Fucking grown-up brother shit, you know?" "We'll talk about it on the drive home." "Let's just get going." "Please, it's a long drive." "No, we're not gonna drive that logging road in the dark." "Forget it." "That's a fucking accident waiting to happen." "Let's just stay." "We'll leave first thing in the morning." "God, man." "Come on." "You got any booze?" "Do I got any booze?" "Whoops." "Can't believe you guys just left all his shit here." "Hey, whatever happened to his lucky hat?" "That fur hat he always wore." "I don't know." "Maybe it wasn't so lucky." "Shit." "Yeah, well, I think Bill was right about the squatter." "Somebody has definitely been here recently." "Bam." "Chicken a la Topher." "Or Chicken Cordon Toph." "Come get some." "Yes, sir!" "I think you're gonna like this shit, I guarantee." "What's on it?" "Soy sauce and ketchup." "It's an umami bomb, bro." "Heard about it from Bobby Flay." "Like, not from him, but on TV." "Hey, what was that?" "It's the wind, man." "You're losing it." "How many cocktails have you had?" "He's not coming back, okay?" "We probably scared the shit out of him." "So even if he does come back, we'll just lock the door, all right?" "Come on, your umami bomb's getting cold." "Shit." "I think the battery is frozen." "This is really not good, man." "I have no service." "I gotta make this flight." "I should've brought my tools." "We could start a fire under the car, thaw it out." "You want to build a fire near the car?" "Yeah." "It's something people do." "Thaw out car batteries." "Okay." "Let's get the fuck out of here!" "Get out of there!" "Why does shit like this always happen to me?" "My whole fucking life." "We have it in our DNA." "What?" "The men in our family carry a fuck-up gene." "Bullshit." "Grandpa was in jail most of his life." "Dad was..." "Dad was troubled." "You're a drug dealer." "What?" "Well, aren't you?" "What are you talking about?" "Quit playing this game, man." "I'm a fucking professional deejay." "Yeah?" "And..." "I sell like a little bit of weed to my friends, okay?" "Happy now?" "Is that what you wanted to get out of me?" "Yes." "DNA." "There's no fucking..." "You're a Pollard, man." "How are you fucked up?" "Big shot living in New York." "You got a 12 for a girlfriend." "Woe is you." "Waa." "You know what?" "Just forget it, man." "Mom knows we're here, right?" "So if we don't show up today, someone will come looking for us." "Actually, I may have told Mom that we would be up here for a few days." "What?" "I thought we were gonna have a brother breakthrough thing or whatever." "Obviously I was wrong." "But, you know, anyway, realistically" "I don't think anybody is going to get concerned about us until like Monday." "Monday?" "Yeah, that's why I brought so much food." "We have no shelter." "Yeah, because you burned it down." "What did you say to me?" "You burned down our shelter because you lit my fucking truck on fire." "You..." "Your fucking piece of shit truck wouldn't start." "Whoa!" "A little respect for the recently deceased, all right?" "Fuck!" "Fuck your fucking recently deceased truck, all right?" "Hey, fuck you!" "I put it out of its misery." "You did start the fire." "See?" "You fucking liar." "Yeah, the truth will out, my friend." "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" "I'm walking." "20 miles in deep snow?" "Yeah, half that if we go north." "You want to go over the ridge?" "Yeah." "We used to walk it with Dad." "Yeah, in the summertime, you fucking whack job." "What are you talk..." "The road, man." "The road is the safest way to go." "Not if you don't make it before dark." "We don't have the gear to camp out, Toph." "There's an emergency shelter up the ridge." "We can stay there tonight and walk back to the main road in the morning." "It may be really, really hard to get lost and freeze to death in Manhattan, but look where you are, Coop." "Did you take a look around?" "Just stay, man." "I'll find help and bring 'em back to you." "How's that sound?" "You're gonna leave me here?" "I have a plane to catch." "What..." "What's the big deal with catching this plane, man?" "It's not like you can get a direct flight to New York, right?" "I'm not going back to New York." "What?" "Where are you going?" "Sydney." "Australia?" "Yep." "What's in Australia?" "A new job." "A new..." "When were you gonna tell me?" "I wasn't." "You weren't gonna..." "Why the fuck not, man?" "That's bullshit." "Because I already made up my mind, man." "I knew you and Mom would flip out and try and talk me out of it." "What about Monica?" "Is she going?" "Nope." "So you broke up with her." "More or less, yeah." "Holy shit." "You didn't tell her either, did you?" "You didn't fucking tell her?" "The problem was she was getting attached." "She was starting to need me." "You know how fucking annoying that is?" "No, I don't, because that's what people do, Coop." "They need each other." "Yeah, well, I don't." "Wow. you're fucked up." "Piss break." "What?" "Piss break." "Yeah, good idea." "That's what I thought you said." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Can't you do anything by yourself?" "Fuck." "What are you talking about, man?" "You used to love pissing with me." "Yeah, when I was a kid." "Remember that?" "Playing Ghostbusters." "Don't cross the streams." "It would be bad." "Right?" "Pissing on Toph's foot, that was your favorite game." "What are you worried about?" "You got that good dick." "Must have got that from Mom's side." "I got Dad's stupid old dick." "My condolences." "Man." "Good golly." "Do you remember any of this?" "Yeah, sure." "I don't." "Well, good thing I'm the leader then, right?" "So we're going north?" "Yep." "How do you know?" "Well, as long as we go up, we'll eventually hit the ridge." "That's your master plan, go up?" "Yeah." "You have any better ideas?" "So, what do you think about Leah?" "Who?" "My girlfriend, dickhead." "Fuck, I'm sorry, man." "I knew that." "Yeah, her." "She seems nice." "You know, a little young." "Yeah, I thought you might say that, but she's like, she's super mature." "She's an old soul, you know?" "Yeah." "Well, you guys seem really good together." "Yeah?" "She's a bad-ass baker too." "She does all this vegan stuff with like multigrains and super grains." "People go apeshit for that stuff around here." "Yeah." "I remember." "We're actually thinking about starting our own bakery." "We scouted this sweet spot over on Cedar Street." "It's got a wood fire oven and everything." "It's all set." "Sounds great, man." "Yeah." "Only bitch of the bunch is that, you know, the deposit's like 5 grand, which we don't have right now." "What?" "Is this about the estate?" "No." "No, but, you know, if you would sign it, it might help us out a little bit." "You said there was no more money." "Well, I mean, there might be enough in there for the deposit." "Jesus." "All that shit about bonding?" "You're after some cash?" "No." "God, I told you, man." "I gave them to my lawyer to look over." "When he looks over them, he'll give them to me and..." "Leah's pregnant." "She's pregnant." "Yeah, I just found out." "Wow." "A baby." "You think that's a good idea?" "I mean, look, I'm just shocked." "Are you?" "Yeah, I know the feeling." "Let me ask you something." "Do you think I could be a father?" "It doesn't matter." "You know what?" "We're not having it anyway, so fuck it." "My fucking God." "Come here." "Look familiar?" "No, not really." "None of this is ringing a bell?" "No." "Well, it fucking should." "We just took a piss on those trees, man." "Where?" "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "You want me to go get you some yellow snow, bring it over here?" "We're fucking lost, man." "We're not lost." "Yeah, we are." "We may have gotten turned around a little bit." "Fuck, you have such a shit sense of direction." "I do not." "Yeah, you do." "God's a fair guy." "Good dick, bad sense of direction." "It's getting fucking late out." "We have no idea where we are." "What the fuck are we gonna do, man?" "Just relax a little bit, all right?" "We'll build a shelter." "You want to build a shelter?" "Yeah." "Out of what?" "Snow." "Sn..." "You want to build a..." "What are you, a fucking Eskimo now?" "No." "I watch survival shows, all right?" "You build a snow cave." "That's what you do." "A cave." "Out of snow, yeah." "A cave made out of snow." "Yeah, and it's Inuit, you fucking racist." "Is this what you're doing the rest of your life?" "You just pretend you know what you're talking about and people go along with it?" "Yeah." "My God, we're so fucked!" "What are you fucking doing?" "We're fucked!" "Help!" "Help!" "Jesus, would you shut the fuck up?" "Fuck you!" "I'm trying to fucking get help." "Shut up and help me." "You want me to help you?" "Yeah, I can help you, man." "That'd be great." "Let me check the structural integrity of your snow cave." "What the fuck are you doing?" "Boom." "Avalanche." "Fucking suffocated in our sleep." "Two dead Inuits." "Can you act like a grownup for once in your life?" "Fuck." "Fuck you!" "Eat snow, you fucker." "Fuck!" "All right!" "I got snow in my eye." "Fuck your eye." "Fuck." "God." "I shouldn't be here." "What the fuck is that?" "There was ribbon like that in the cabin." "There's another one." "Where?" "Right there." "Dad marked the route to the emergency shelter." "Come on." "Yes!" "We made it." "We made it." "Thanks for the help, dickhead." "What's that?" "It's a wilderness survival guide." "And guess who wrote it?" "I don't know." "Fucking William Shakespeare?" "Dad." ""The illusion of safety is necessary for society to function." "My goal in writing this guide is to teach ordinary people how to survive when that illusion evaporates."" "It's so weird that Dad actually wrote these words." "Yeah." "That's him, all right." "You missed his whole Chuck Norris phase." ""Every environment, whether urban, rural..."" "Rural?" "Rural." "Rural." "Rural, yeah." "Rural, rural." "Ru-ral." "Rural?" "Rural." "Rural or desert." "Hey, how many of those cookies did you eat?" "I only had like two of your cookies." "Two?" "Yeah." "Okay." "All right, yeah, you'll be fine, I think." "Why wouldn't I be fine?" "I think you'll be fine." "You're gonna get a little high." "Not PCP high or anything, but you're gonna get, you know, you're gonna get high." "The cookies were drugged." "Not drugged." "They're made with pot butter." "Leah makes them." "They're like, you know, buzz-worthy." "You fed me pot cookies?" "No." "I think, technically, you fed yourself pot cookies." "Man." "You're gonna be fine." "You're gonna be better than fine, actually." "I'll have one." "No!" "No, no, no, no!" "One of us has to stay not high as a kite." "I'll just have one." "No, stop!" "Okay, take it easy, man." "I'll be the designated survivalist for a bit, okay?" "We got shelter." "We know where we are, right?" "Take a breath." "Relax, relax, man." "Shit, that got on top of you quick." "I'm gonna make us some dinner, okay?" "Yes." "Hey." "Why do you think he left that?" "I guess, he didn't mean to." "He must have..." "What, died?" "Yeah." "Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless he isn't dead." "My God." "Okay, here we go." "They never found a body." "Coop." "What?" "I know you feel bad about whatever you said to him last time you were here, but it's not your fault." "What?" "For the fight you guys had." "Whatever." "You had a fight last time you were in town, right?" "So what?" "So nothing." "I'm saying whatever that fight was about, you can't hold yourself responsible for all the fucking crazy shit he did after that." "I don't." "Okay, good." "I mean, like..." "what did you say?" "Jesus, man." "This is a fucked-up thing to lay on me when I'm getting high." "No, no, no." "I'm saying you shouldn't blame yourself if you do." "We had some stupid argument, okay?" "I don't even remember what it was about." "Well, okay." "Men." "It was about men." "You had a fight about men?" "I told him he wasn't one, and that he never taught me how to be one." "Yeah." "I mean I wasn't wrong about that, was I?" "Do you feel like a man?" "I don't know." "Like a man-man?" "Not really, no." "We're definitely supposed to feel like man-men by now." "You think so?" "Yeah." "You know you're pretty likable when you're high?" "Like super relatable." "It's nice." "It makes me wish you weren't moving to fucking Australia." "I think I have to pee." "I'm not sure." "Or piss." "Don't overthink it." "Just do it." "Go." "I'm doing." "Wow, I'm tall." "Yeah, not really." "Wow." "Wow." "Coopy!" "Coop!" "Come on back, bud!" "All right, come on back, dude!" "Coop!" "It's not cool, wasteoid!" "Where are ya?" "Coop?" "Coop!" "My God." "Shit." "Fuck, are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "What happened?" "I fell." "Holy fuck." "Are you okay?" "My leg." "Which one, which leg?" "This one." "All right, that one." "That one's it." "Shit." "Okay..." "What do I do?" "Coop, what do I do, man?" "Coop, what do I do?" "Okay, all right, all right, all right." "You're hurt, you're hurt." "We shouldn't move you." "We'll just..." "We'll stay here until the sun comes up, okay?" "Shit, you're gonna be cold." "Hang on." "Okay." "You're gonna be okay." "You're gonna be all right, okay, bud?" "My flight." "I know." "I don't think you're gonna make that, bud." "Fuck." "Fuck." "My God!" "God." "Breath." "Take a deep breath." "God!" "Breath, breathe with me." "Okay." "Breathe." "Deep breaths, deep breaths." "Listen." "Deep breath." "Calm down, okay?" "Listen, listen, listen." "Listen to me." "Listen to me." "I think you broke your leg." "I think you broke your leg." "But, but, but, but..." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" "Yes, yes, I know, I know, but hey!" "Hey, good news is I think I know how to put it in traction, okay?" "I'm gonna try." "Yeah." "Okay." "I'm gonna touch your leg." "God." "Be gentle, be gentle." "All right." "Fuck." "Okay, straighten your other leg." "There we go." "All right." "Have to get the jeans out of the way." "Okay, that's enough." "Okay." "Can you bend your leg at all?" "I don't know." "I'm gonna move it a little bit, okay?" "All right." "God." "Jesus." "Okay, okay." "Yeah, that's what I thought." "Yeah, I think you fractured your tibia." "What?" "It's all here in the book, man." "It says I gotta reset the bone to stop it from grinding." "God." "It seems really solid, man." "There's like diagrams in here and everything." "Look." "Okay." "All right." "Here we go." "Fuck." "Okay..." "Okay, I have to tuck this up under your belt loop." "All right." "Holy shit!" "What are you doing?" "All right, there's one." "Fuck." "Ready?" "Take a deep breath." "Here we go." "Okay, okay." "Got it, got it." "Who's a tough guy?" "You a tough guy?" "You're my big tough guy?" "Yeah, I'm a fucking tough guy." "Shut up." "Okay, here we go." "Fuck." "I know, I know, I know." "Okay." "Hold on, hold on." "Lie back." "Lie back, man, relax." "Okay, fuck." "This next one's gonna suck shit." "I'm not gonna lie." "Yeah, I bet." "Take a few breaths, all right?" "You ready?" "Okay, here we go." "One... two... three." "Fuck, man!" "Cinch your belt up, Coop." "What?" "Cinch up the belt, man!" "Tight, tight, tight, tight!" "Okay, cinch it up, man!" "Come on!" "Okay, there we go." "I'm gonna put it down." "Put it down." "Holy shit.!" "Holy shit, man." "How's that?" "Did that work?" "Did that work?" "It hurts like fuck." "It feels a bit better though?" "I don't know." "Maybe." "Maybe." "Maybe?" "Yeah." "Coming down!" "Yeah." "What is that?" "I'm making a sled." "There we go." "Like a toboggan?" "Yeah." "Like one of those ski patrol things you take down the mountain, you know what I mean?" "Nuh-man." "I'm waiting for the airlift." "What fucking airlift?" "We gotta get you to a hospital now." "Look, we'll be fine." "We can follow the ravine down right from here." "See?" "No problem." "I'm not going down the mountain in your MacGyver sled, man." "It's the wrong call." "Coop, people die alone in these mountains." "I'm not leaving you here." "Don't be an idiot." "Hey, this idiot just set your busted leg." "We'll go slow, all right?" "Nice and easy." "Better, right?" "It still hurts." "Yeah." "So are you gonna tell me why you're leaving your job?" "I can't." "I signed a non-disclosure agreement." "Hey, man, I pull, you disclose." "All right." "I thought my boss was plotting against me, and I tried to get him fired and take his job." "Holy shit." "I thought it'd be a good idea to send a company-wide email accusing him of sabotaging the whole project, trying to fuck my girlfriend, embezzle a bunch of money." "You know, the usual complaints, man." "So Monica made me see some shrink who cost a shitload of money and had no idea what he was talking about." "Whatever." "New York's overrated anyway." "Yeah, New York, I'm over it." "Toph, Toph, go slower, man!" "I'm sorry." "I'm trying to avoid the bumps." "Okay, all right, man, stop, stop, stop, stop." "I can't do this anymore." "Take me back." "Hang on, hang on." "All right." "Dr." "Toph is in the house." "Stop calling yourself that." "Fine." "Topher, MD." "I got some meds for ya." "No, man!" "I'm not taking one of those." "That's what got me into this whole ordeal in the first place." "What about those pills in your bag?" "What are those for, are they for pain, or are they like crazy pills?" "You went through my bag." "No, I didn't." "I was putting your credit card back, and I saw them there." "What are they for?" "Nothing, man." "They're garbage." "I'm not taking them." "All right." "Well, these are not garbage." "These bad boys are certified organic." "So take it." "You really think it's a good idea for me to be high as a kite while I descend the mountain with a broken leg?" "Yes, I do." "Yes, I do." "It's my professional opinion." "We shouldn't be here, man." "Where?" "Here." "None of us." "Who, people?" "Yeah." "Humans." "All right, well, fuck it." "We're here anyway, right?" "Just gotta go with it." "We grew up around these mountains." "You feel like you're part of them." "But you're not." "Whoa, whoa, Toph!" "Stop, stop, stop, stop." "What?" "Come here." "What, man?" "Come here." "Fuck." "What's going on?" "Someone's following us." "I highly fucking doubt that, Coop." "No, no, no, I saw someone." "Where?" "In the forest." "Okay." "Well, why would someone be following us, Coop?" "Maybe the squatter." "We burned down his cabin, remember?" "Okay." "Shit." "So now he's like what, he's like big game hunting us?" "Is that the trip we're on?" "I don't know what he wants." "All right, listen to me." "Is it possible that the pot cookies have just gotten on top of you a little bit?" "They can fuck with your head." "I'm not fucking hallucinating, Toph." "I know about hallucinations." "This isn't one of them." "Okay." "All right, okay, okay." "Look, look." "Let him follow us then." "If he wants to show himself, he will, right?" "Yeah." "Right?" "Yeah." "That's the plan." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Okay, let's get moving." "I'll be quiet." "I'll be quiet." "All right, all right." "I gotta look at the map." "I gotta..." "Okay." "What's it say?" "Fuck." "It says that's the way down." "That's the way down?" "Shit!" "That's what it says." "Hang on." "Hey, you got any more of those cookies?" "All right, so there's a little bit of a drop, but nothing we can't handle." "I mean, okay, it's pretty steep." "Just go without me, man." "Seriously." "What?" "Scramble down there, you can find help and come back up." "I need to look at the leg." "What for?" "What for?" "Just don't worry." "I'll be gentle." "Just give me a sec." "Just a little status update." "How's it look?" "A few too many colors of the rainbow, dude." "I don't think you can hack another night in the cold, man." "We got lucky last night." "Seriously." "We can build a shelter." "Yeah." "What, another snow cave?" "We'll be good." "Listen, this is gonna sound crazy, but I think I know how we can get you down." "We got a shit ton of rope in the sled, and there's a clear drop to safety, right from there." "We tie it to the sled, and I lower you down." "It'll be the airlift that you wanted, except, you know, it's an airdrop." "All right, Toph, listen." "There's no fuck-up gene, man." "I mean, you're not fucked up." "Obviously." "You've taken us this far, so let's not push our luck, all right?" "You're talking fucking crazy shit, man." "Throwing me over the edge?" "Hah!" "No!" "I'm not gonna leave you here." "I'm just not." "Okay." "God." "Shit." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "What, what, what?" "Okay, what?" "Fuck." "If you drop me, I'm gonna fucking kill you." "I'm not gonna fucking drop you, man." "It's coiled around the stump right here and tied to the tree back there." "I got you." "That's what I'm worried about." "I'm gonna unwrap this one coil at a time." "You go down in these small, smooth little chunks, okay?" "Go slow." "All right." "I'm gonna push you over the edge now." "Okay?" "Okay." "Here we go." "Piece of cake." "All right, all right, all right." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Motherfucker!" "Okay, okay." "You all right?" "Shit!" "That first part is, I guarantee, the bumpiest part." "Are you okay?" "No!" "Anything new broken?" "No, I'm fine." "Just hang tight." "I'm gonna start unraveling." "Dude, go slow!" "What happened to slow?" "Fuck." "Do not drop me, Toph!" "Whoa!" "Coop!" "What?" "How much farther to the ground do you think?" "Like... 10 or 15 feet?" "Which is it, 10 or 15?" "Say fucking 12." "All right, yeah, no sweat." "No sweat." "Hang tight." "All right." "What are you doing up there?" "Shit." "Fuck!" "Okay." "Coop!" "You okay?" "Yes!" "Get down here, you crazy motherfucker!" "Yes!" "Fuck yes!" "Yes!" "I don't know what I was fucking thinking dragging your ass all over this mountain." "This is the ticket right here." "I got this shit on lock, brother." "All right." "Don't get cocky." "I think a little cockiness is in order!" "Did I or did I not just do a fucking amazing thing?" "You threw me off a cliff." ""Threw" is a bit of a hurtful word." "All right, how about "launched?"" "All right, I may have slightly miscalculated the length of the rope." "Give me a break." "I'm a pot dealer, not a fucking mountain climber." "Well, maybe you should look into mountain climbing." "That was pretty badass." "Hold on, hold on, are you saying I did something right?" "All right, it wasn't a total disaster." "Thank you." "Yeah, you're welcome." "You're not a complete retard." "Not a complete retard?" "Coopy, I'm blushing." "That's the nicest thing..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Fuck!" "Whoa!" "Shit." "Coop!" "Coop!" "Coopy!" "I'm coming, man!" "Coop!" "Fuck!" "Fuck." "Shit." "Put your head back." "Hang in there, buddy." "Hang on." "Okay." "How you doing?" "You hanging in there?" "Fire." "We need a fire." "Okay." "Come on." "Come on." "Fuck." "Come on, come on, come on." "Fuck you, fucker." "Yes." "Okay, yes." "Coop, Coop, look." "I got some fire, buddy." "I built us a fire." "There we go." "All right, roll over." "Careful, careful, careful." "Okay, that's better." "You took a little dip there, bud." "Gonna get you warmed right up, okay?" "No time." "Toph." "Yeah, buddy, yeah?" "What is it?" "Call Dad." "You just gotta warm up, okay?" "Just concentrate on warming up." "He followed us." "I saw him." "Just hang in there." "Stay with me, buddy." "It's him." "Yeah?" "How come he's not helping us?" "Because he wants to see if we can do it ourselves." "Dad's dead, Coop, okay?" "He died." "He's the squatter." "That's who Bill saw." "No." "There's no squatter, all right?" "There's no squatter." "I never talked to Bill Foreman." "I made it up." "There's no squatter, so just calm down, okay?" "Put your head on here." "You made it up?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Why?" "I don't know." "I wanted to get you up here, I guess." "We could talk like brothers, you know?" "Fucking asshole!" "Jesus Christ!" "I'm gonna die on this fucking mountain because you wanted to talk?" "I was just trying to be a good brother." "Why can't you just leave me alone, man?" "My whole life you've just been following me around like a lost dog." "Go!" "Where do you want me to go?" "You're hypothermic." "You should have left me up on the ridge a long time ago and gone for help." "But no." "You were just too fucking scared, weren't you?" "Well, now you have to go alone." "I'm coming back for you." "Hey, I'm coming back for you." "My God." "My God." "My God." "Okay." "Shit." "Fuck." "Fuck." "Mom?" "Coop?" "No, no, Mom, it's Toph." "It's Toph." "We're-We're in trouble." "Where are you?" "We're on the mountain." "We're stuck on the mountain." "We need you to send some help." "I can't hear you." "Coop is hurt." "Where are you?" "Topher?" "I don't..." "I'm not totally sure." "I think we're about 10 miles..." "Toph, I can't hear you." "Mom, we're 10 miles south of the emergency shelter." "You're breaking up." "Mom, I said think we're about 10 miles south of the emergency shel..." "Fuck!" "No!" "Mom!" "Mom!" "Fuck!" "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" "Fuck!" "Shit." "Fuck." "Fuck." "Hello?" "Is that you?" "Everyone says you went nuts." "It's getting harder to argue with them." "You always were a little... unpredictable." "You must have, though, at some point... known something was wrong." "You could have asked for some help." "That would've taken some balls." "Maybe I would have known then, you know?" "Shit runs in the family." "Because..." "It's..." "I've been having a hard time lately." "Real hard time." "Sure you don't want to come out of there?" "Just one last time?" "No?" "Okay, okay." "For the record... maybe you felt no one cared what happened to you." "But I did." "I did." "Fuck... this." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Piece... of... shit!" "Go." "Go." "Fucking go, you fat fucking piece of shit!" "Go." "Go!" "Fuck!" "Hey." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Fuck!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Help!" "Hey." "Help!" "Hey!" "Cooper!" "Cooper, where are you?" "Here." "Coop!" "Here." "Cooper, where are you?" "Fuck." "He was near here." "I know he's near here." "Coop!" "Toph!" "I heard him." "I hear him." "Coop, where are you?" "Here!" "Coop!" "Okay, my God." "My God." "Coop!" "My God." "Are you okay?" "He's here!" "I found him!" "I brought help." "I brought help." "Are you okay?" "Dad." "You're gonna be okay, bud." "You're gonna be okay." "Careful, careful, please." "Very careful." "Hey." "Hey, Coopy." "Mini Cooper, how are you doing?" "Toph." "Hi, man." "My leg's broken." "Yes, it is still very broken, but apparently it's gonna heal fine, mostly." "Dad's instructions were rock solid, so..." "Was he there?" "Yeah." "You know, I mean, some parts of him were there." "The animals had gotten to him pretty badly, but yeah." "You found Dad." "How'd he die?" "He died apparently from a cramp." "A cramp?" "Yeah, a cramp from dehydration." "They think maybe he dehydrated and then, you know, from there, he couldn't walk anymore, and he just eventually bit it due to exposure." "A cramp killed Dad?" "Yeah, a cramp killed our dad." "Shitty survivalist?" "He wasn't a saver." "I told you, man." "Jack shit." "Toph!" "Fucking Hershberger." "Get the fuck out of here, man!" "Can you not see I'm having a conversation with my brother?" "Yeah, but I brought some cash." "Hey, Coop." "Hersch." "Don't fucking talk to him!" "I'll fucking tweak you!" "Get away from me, man!" "Fuck you, you fucking psycho!" "I hate this town!" "Fuck." "It was five grand, yeah?" "For the bakery?" "Yeah." "Is he coming back?" "All right." "Yeah, all right." "What?" "Go fuck yourself." "Go fuck myself?" "Go fuck yourself." "You think I saved your life for money?" "Jesus." "That's so fucking typical of you, man." "I'm not saying that, Topher." "That's not how it works." "That's not how the whole fucking lifesaving racket works." "You are now obligated to save my life one day." "Toph, I want to give you money because I want to, all right?" "You wanna give me five grand?" "Yes!" "Because I have been a shitty brother." "Just... do me a favor and take the money." "Holy shit." "I mean yes, obviously, thank you." "I'll pay you back." "Sure you will." "Slowly, in pot cookies, but I'll pay you back." "I don't need any more pot cookies." "God knows that." "Probably not." "You want me to call Mom?" "No, no, I got it." "I can walk, man." "Really?" "Yeah, I can walk." "Barely." "What time is your flight tomorrow?" "I canceled it." "Yeah." "I mean, have you seen the size of the fucking spiders they got down in Australia?" "And I figured, hey, I'm single, unemployed," "I may as well just live in Mom's basement for a while and play some Nintendo, you know?" "Never really did that whole thing." "Maybe I can knead some dough with you guys." "All right." "If you'll take me." "Sure, okay." "Well, like how long are you gonna stay?" "I don't know." "Well, okay, then." "All right, big guy, I'll see you around." "Yeah, little brother." "Hey, hey, Coop!" "Yeah?" "You think I could be a dad?" "I think you'd be a great dad." "What do you think?" "I don't know, man." "I don't know." "We're so young, you know?" "I mean, Leah's so young anyway." "I don't even know if she wants that, you know, now in her life." "Why don't you ask her?" "Hey." "Hey." "What's up?" "Can I talk to you about something?"