"Charles, isn't this great?" "Yeah." "Good afternoon." "Hi." "Man, what wouldn't I do to get my hands on her..." "Get your hands on who?" "The Challenger." "$20-million airplane." "What d'you think I was talking about?" "Come along, Charles." "Charles, you coming?" "Yeah." "Mr. Morse, your assistant asked me to give you this." "Okay." "Charles Morse, the billionaire?" "My God, is that who you are?" "Yeah." "Stuff everything into the back." "I've taken the liberty, sir... of talking to the pilot of the amphibian." "I've checked the engine log." "The plane seems to be in good shape." "Good avionics." "The fella's been around." "I'm not advising to fly under any low ceiling... any possibility of bird-strike, or ice." "What's a bird-strike?" "Flocks of migrating birds." "If we hit them, we're all dead." "Yes, absolutely." "Especially, this time of the year." "Any, uh, questions, sir?" "I'll have a chopper here, and I'll fly you in and out myself." "No, I'm sure we will be fine." "You see, I've told you, we're gonna have a good time." "Yeah..." "When d'you think... you'll require the plane back, sir?" "Bob?" "Uh, they want the film in New York... in thirty-six hours, I'd say 8:00, tomorrow night." "Eight o'clock, tomorrow night." "Yes, sir." "Thank you." "Oh, no!" "You can't handle this northern weather, bro?" "I'll be all right." "It's not your fault." "Hey, is that a new watch?" "Yeah." "Dual time zone." "Tells the time in two places." "What's... what, for?" "So, if I'm in L.A. and I want to know the time in New York..." "I don't have to go through the anguish of adding three." "Look there." "Right there." "So, you built this place with your own hands?" "Yes, ma'am." "Been building it all my life." "Okay, right this way, folks." "You don't have to worry about keys, 'cause we got no locks." "Kitchen is always open." "You can fix whatever you like." "The bedrooms and outhouses are upstairs." "Now, we want you to relax, kick off your shoes... and just get down-home comfortable." "Hey, Stephen." "Yeah?" "This is what I'm talking about." "See?" "That's what I want for tomorrow... an unsentimental photograph." "You know, to get a truly unself conscious photograph... you almost have to go all the way back to the 19th century." "How old is that?" "Took it last fall." "That's Jack Hawk, a friend of mine." "You took the photo?" "I took the photo." "He took the bear." "And I'd be out hunting with him right now... if you folks weren't here... and I had my rifle sighted in." "Ah, you interested in books?" "Yeah." "Why can't you get your rifle sighted in?" "Uh, what?" "I said, why can't you get your rifle sighted in?" "Oh, I need to rig up a bench rest." "An ironing board makes a good bench rest." "No disrespect..." "I'm surprised you know what a bench rest is." "Charles knows what everything is." "Got a question, ask him." "Charles knows everything." "Take a mighty accomplished man to claim that." "I didn't claim it, I don't claim anything." "Then, you ask him." "You see if I'm wrong." "Bet you can't stump him." "Ah, I bet you I can." "I'll tell you what..." "I will give you five dollars... if you can tell me what's on the other side of this blade." "It's a rabbit, smoking a pipe." "Hmm." "A rabbit smoking a pipe." "Well, well, well." "Why in the world would that be, Charles?" "Uh, it's a symbol of the Cree Indians." "On one side there's the panther... on the other, his prey, the rabbit." "He sits unafraid." "He smokes his pipe." "It's a traditional motif." "Why is he unafraid?" "Because he's smarter than the panther." "Ha!" "Sir... you impress me." "Oh." "Thank you." "Amazing accomplishment." "No, it's not an accomplishment." "It's a freak." "Is that so?" "Yeah." "I seem to retain all these facts... but putting them to any useful purpose, is another matter." "Hmm." "Oh, hey, listen up, folks." "We got a problem with bears, around here." "Now, never leave food uncovered, even in the lodge." "Never." "You see a bear near you, stand still." "Let him know, that you know, that he sees you." "And back up, hmm?" "Real slow." "Anybody's in trouble, get my attention." "I'll be on it, like a duck on a June bug." "Now, make yourselves comfortable." "I think I'm going to bed." "Shut up!" "Lord, I'm bushed." "New book?" "Yes." "It's about surviving in the wilderness." "You're always reading something." "Yeah." "My secretary gave it to me." "Do you know why?" "Huh?" "D'you know why she gave me the book?" "That guy gave me the creeps with all that talk about the bear." "Why she gave you the book?" "Because you're the salt of the earth." "Oh, is that so?" "You're the most excellent man." "That's why I married you." "And you're the only woman I've ever wanted." "Well, then... see what a lucky guy you are?" "Yes, I do." "This is a special day for me." "You know that?" "I know it is." "I'm really glad you came away with us." "You got to get away more often." "Charles?" "Yeah?" "Can you go downstairs and get me a sandwich?" "Yeah, okay." "Of course." "Did I ever tell you you're an angel?" "No." "Everything, but the wings." "A sandwich." "Surprise!" "Oh, my God." "Charles, are you all right?" "Christ, Charles." "Charles, are you alright?" "Jesus, I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry." "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." "Are you all right?" "Uh-huh." "You sure?" "Happy birthday, dear Charles..." "Happy birthday." "So, you didn't forget..." "I could never forget you." "I could never forget." "Come here, baby." "Come here." "Yes, sir!" "Yes, sir." "A glass of champagne." "Champagne for Charles!" "Thank you." "Thank you." "Blow out the candle, Charles." "Yeah!" "Whoo!" "May I have your attention, please?" "Can I have your attention for a moment, please?" "Can I get serious for a moment?" "Charles, thank you for your good nature... your intelligence, your generosity." "Yeah." "Uh, forgive us for this charade." "And in short, happy birthday." "Happy birthday, Charles." "Thank you." "To a good companion, a good friend, and a good sport." "And a very brave man." "Hear, hear!" "Here." "Thank you." "Ah..." "Right." "Oh, Mickey, that's beautiful." "There's an engraving inside." "What d'it say, Charles?" "What d'it say?" "It says, "To my beloved husband on his birthday... from the luckiest woman in the world."" "Ohh..." "This is a superb present." "Thank you." "May you wear it in good health." "Here you go." "Here you go, you birthday boy." "Thank you." "Ooh..." "What is it?" "Oh, look at that!" "Good knife." "It's beautiful." "Give him a coin." "You got to give the donor a coin." "Old superstition." "Ah, yes." "Thank you." "Yeah." "Give him a coin?" "Well, if someone gives you a knife... you should give them a coin in return... or it cuts the friendship." "Thank you, Bob." "Charles." "Getting late." "Work day tomorrow." "Let's pack it in." "Happy birthday, Charles." "Happy birthday." "Thanks." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Good night." "Come on." "Happy birthday, Charles." "Thank you." "Happy birthday to you." "Thank you." "Nice looking lady." "Your wife?" "Yes." "Why do you ask?" "Just like to know who everybody is." "Hold on, it's flaring." "Got it!" "Okay... and let's go." "Five, six." "All righty." "Beautiful." "Really beautiful." "Great." "Yep." "Yeah, that's great." "Oops." "Jenny, could you lift that up?" "Are we on, here?" "Stephen, give me the 180." "For me?" "No, no." "No, no, no." "Okay, great." "One more." "Let's go." "We'll do one more roll." "One more roll." "Officer... shall I sunbathe on this beach, nude?" "Sorry, lady, it's against the rules." "But I have a divine right." "Your left ain't bad, either, but rules is rules." "Let's go." "Check it, please." "Beautiful." "Huh..." "Kodiak bear." "Soon kill you, as look at you." "And the one's killed a man... man-hunter for the rest of his life." "Nothing he'd rather eat." "Got the taste of human flesh." "A man-killing machine." "...leave here today, so let's get the boy shoes polished." "Can't find any shoe polish." "Do I need to walk you through this whole thing?" "No, the shoe... the shoes..." "Scrap the shoes, for God's shake." "What the... what the... for God's sakes, what is this?" "Brain surgery?" "It's a fucking pair of shoes." "Now, let's get James down here." "Robert, he's sick!" "He's sick, the shoes look like shit... and everything I ask you for..." "This is lame." "This is really fucking lame." "The inside of a banana peel will shine shoes." "Come with me." "A fount of information." "Shine shoes with a banana." "You should know that." "He's sick, Bob." "James is sick." "Well, how sick is he?" "He'd only have to get better, to die." "Ha!" "That guy." "That guy." "He's the guy for my photograph." "Excuse me, where is this guy?" "He's your friend, right?" "Where is he, this guy in this photo?" "Where is he?" "This is the guy we want, not some fucking model." "This guy." "Where... where is he?" "Ah, Jack Hawk?" "Cabin up north, eighty miles." "Well, can we get to him?" "Does he have a phone?" "No phone, no radio." "Any case, he'll likely be out, hunting." "Well, then we'll just go and find him." "That's what we'll do." "Seems you can make a compass out of a needle." "My God." "That's a new one on me." "You spend much time in the woods?" "No, I'm afraid most of my knowledge is theoretical." "Such a... perfect spot." "Such privilege." "It's a shame... everyone can't enjoy it." "Yeah." "It is remote, and..." "That's true." "Now, you think this spot is so remote... that only the few can enjoy it, but I got a plan." "I got a scheme to develop this lake... and I think that you could appreciate it." "Now, no need, really, for you to look at these... 'cause you can envision this... better than these folks can draw... but I want you to look at these figures." "Now, here's the interesting part." "For only thirty or forty million dollars, you can..." "Ah..." "I beg your pardon?" "I thought for a moment, you were just being courteous." "Well, what do you mean?" "Nothing... nothing." "Hey, come on, come on, let's go get him." "We'll lose the light." "We lose the light at 4:18." "This is the guy we should've been shooting, all along." "There is a guy that's got some character in his face." "Charles!" "Yeah?" "What's the matter?" "Huh?" "Uh... no, it's nothing." "He's jaded." "That's what it is." "That's it." "I'm jaded." "Well, Charles, we're going on an impromptu adventure." "Uh?" "You come, too." "Charles, on an adventure?" "That's right." "I said it, you heard it." "What do you say, Charles?" "We'll be back in two hours." "Uh..." "Why don't you go?" "Get some air under your wings." "All right." "Yeah, okay." "Behold the mighty hunter." "Come on." "Hello!" "Aw, that's just great." "Our model's gone bear hunting." "How butch of him." "Where is he going?" "Big Bass Lake, partner!" "It's about 20 miles, northwest." "And we're left here taking a picture of sweet Fanny Anne." "What do you say, Charles?" "Huh?" "We, uh... should we chance it?" "Be careful." "Careful of what?" "It's a deadfall." "What's a deadfall?" "It's a pit to catch bears." "What are we being careful, of?" "It's a pit, they covered up." "It's a bear pit." "So, what do you say?" "Should we press on?" "Should we be bold?" "You really need to find this guy?" "I need to get that film on that plane." "A good plan today, is better than a perfect plan tomorrow." "That's absolutely right." "What do you say?" "Okay, let's be bold." "Hey, there's the spirit that beat the Japanese!" "Weather coming in from the north." "Snow, maybe." "Can I tell you something, Charles?" "Hmm?" "Yeah, if you like." "I admire the way you took that joke, last night." "Handled it well." "Embarrassing moment." "I thought you handled it well." "Thank you." "Tough row to hoe, you think about it." "What would that be?" "Oh, all that money." "Ah..." "A lot of responsibility." "Never knowing who your friends are... never knowing what people value you, for." "Yeah." "Must be tough." "Never feel sorry for a man who owns a plane." "So... what do you value me for, Bob?" "Well, I tell you what..." "I like your style... and I think your wife's pretty cute, too." "Yes." "So... how are you planning to kill me?" "Oh, fuck!" "Hold on!" "Oh, shit!" "What's happening?" "Oh, no!" "Jesus!" "Aah!" "Goddamn it!" "Look out!" "Oh, God!" "Bob!" "Get him!" "Okay, get him up." "Get him up... get him up." "I got him." "Steve?" "Steve!" "Anyone got any matches?" "Got any matches?" "Help me up." "We'll make a fire, right here." "Make a fire." "That's better." "Yeah." "Come on." "Oh, God." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "That's it, come on." "Oh, God." "Oh, shit." "I'm cold." "Let's stop fucking about, shall we, and get the guy warm." "Hey, come on." "We need those." "We need them." "Come on, Stephen, come on." "Come here." "I'm afraid I let the fire burn out." "We've only got a few flares left." "Shouldn't we keep them for signaling?" "Now, what we need is, uh... what we want is wood." "Stacked." "Quite a bit of it, for a signal fire." "So, when they come for us, they'll see the smoke." "Huh?" "Why would they come for us?" "Hmm?" "Well, they know we went to the cabin." "When they go to the cabin, they'll see the note." "Oh..." "I'm afraid we're in for a bit of a walk." "What's that mean, "we're in for a bit of a walk"?" "Hey, what the fuck does that mean, huh, what?" "I once read an interesting book." "It said that most people lost in the wilds, they... they die of shame." "What?" "Yeah." "See, they die of shame." ""What did I do wrong?"" ""How could I have gotten myself into this?"" "And so they sit there, and they... die." "Cause they didn't do the one thing... which would've saved their lives." "And what is that, Charles?" "Thinking." "Look..." "Steve, look." "All right, here's the lodge." "Here's the cabin where we were supposed to have gone." "And this is where we did go... through this pass, mountains, river." "Now, they'll be looking for us in the south, all right?" "If we can get back south of this pass, by tonight... we can use the flares." "How do we find it, in the woods?" "Head south." "Aha!" "Alright, we head south." "How do we know which way is south?" "Okay, uh..." "Look... point the hour hand at the sun." "Halfway between the hour hand and 12:00, is south." "This is broken." "Give me your watch." "Mine's busted, too." "Steve?" "It's lost." "Okay." "All right, I'll tell you." "Uh... the birds will be flying south." "We'll follow them." "And what if we can't see the birds?" "Hey, I'm sorry I got us into this, okay?" "Now, stop that!" "Stop it!" "Just stop it." "Where are you going?" "Gonna make a compass." "Uh..." "Right." "You take a needle, rub it on silk, magnetize it." "And, uh... here, place it on a leaf." "Here." "You have a compass." "A needle." "Who travels with a needle?" "Ah?" "Here." "Ha ha!" "Oh, shit." "You see?" "It works." "It works." "That peak is south." "What if it isn't?" "Huh?" "It is." "Has no choice." "It's drawn by the Earth's magnetism." "I know how a compass works, Charles." "Good." "Then you know." "That's south." "What do we do when we get to that peak?" "Take another sighting." "That doesn't feel south, Charles." "Just because you're lost, doesn't mean to say... that your compass is broken." "It is South." "Come on!" "You know, the Vikings would steer their ship with a rope." "A rope?" "How'd they do that, Charles?" "Well, they'd have these two set points on the land... they'd left behind, or sailed away from... and they'd line them up, and that would be their bearing." "And then they'd trail this long rope behind the ship... pointing it at those two points." "The hill, or whatever." "You might want to conserve... your breath." "Uh, what?" "Oh, yeah." "Yeah!" "We got to get through the pass by nightfall." "Come on." "Hey, what are the odds that they'll see us... that they'll see the flares?" "Damn fine, damn fine." "You think so?" "I don't know if I think so, at that... but I have to say so, in any case, don't I?" "City boy." "Charles?" "Yeah?" "Is it my diseased imagination, or did you say..." ""How are you planning to kill me?"" "Did you say that?" "Yeah." "What did that mean?" "Why would I want to kill you, Charles?" "Why would I wanna do that?" "For my wife." "For Mickey?" "Yeah." "That's a bizarre way to meet girls." "I wanna kill you to get next to your wife?" "I've seen you with her." "Charles, baby... we work together." "No." "I've seen the way you are." "No offense, Charles, but I can get my own girl... if you've perhaps noticed in the time we've known each other." "And P.S., you're kind of a powerful guy." "Why would I want to antagonize you, Charles?" "Why would I want to do something like that?" "To get the money." "Oh... the money." "Now it's the broad, now it's the boodle." "Nothing is safe." "Rich man." "All anybody wants is to take something from you... and when they want it bad enough, to kill you." "You know something, Charles?" "The rich are different." "Cherles, how far do you think it is?" "Can't be more than about ten miles." "Aah, shit!" "What?" "A stitch." "A stitch in my side." "Find a round stone." "What?" "Find a round stone." "Spit under it." "Old Indian remedy?" "Yeah, that's right." "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" "Do I think you're a fool?" "No." "Old Indian remedy." "Makes sense." "Fellow's got a stitch in his side... make him slow down, find a round stone... take his mind off it, make him stretch, bend over." "Nah, you think I'm a fool because of what I said." "About what?" "About my wife." "Ah, what you said about your wife." "Well, what I think..." "I think that you got a whole stew, too much money... uh..." "latent homosexuality, lots of other good stuff... paranoia..." "What we'll do, we'll all get together, when we get back... you and me and your wife, and we'll all get into a hot tub... and, um... bare our feelings, and, uh..." "Look, even if I wanted to kill you, I need you to get home... you fucking idiot." "Needing people." "Isn't it a bitch?" "Who are we talking about?" "Talking 'bout Fannie Farmer." "The mother of level measurement, here." "Good to know you have a hero." "Oh, cheering up, are we?" "Regaining our impertinent, feisty demeanor, eh?" "It's good of you to notice." "Knows all, tells all." "Shall we?" "Wait." "Listen, listen." "Come on." "Come on!" "Charles, come on!" "We'll never make it." "Now, then..." "To this tree." "Come on!" "Hurry." "Pull!" "Steve, now!" "Pull!" "Help me!" "Come on." "One, two, three!" "Up!" "Up!" "Okay..." "Come on!" "Take it easy!" "Keep coming!" "Charles, go!" "Yes!" "Take it easy, Charles." "Look out!" "Look out." "Come on!" "Charles, it's okay." "You got it, Charles, come on!" "Just keep coming!" "Come on, Charles, come on!" "Just keep coming, Charles." "Keep coming!" "Charles!" "Charles!" "Shit!" "Hang on!" "Oh..." "Jesus!" "Charles, hang on!" "Hang on!" "Charles!" "Char..." "Hold on, Charles!" "Charles, hang on!" "You okay?" "Yeah." "Come on, let's go." "Oh, God." "I lost the flares." "We better get by without them." "How?" "I've got, uh... six matches left." "We'll make a signal fire." "No." "We'll make a signal fire." "We'll use a match." "The plane will see us." "Charles?" "Snap out of it, Charles." "It's gonna be fine, Charles." "Charles, it's gonna be fine." "Which way is it, Charles?" "Which way?" "It's up there." "Cone on, man, come on." "Oh, God!" "Come on." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Okay." "You saved me." "Get over it, Charles." "I just need you to navigate." "You saved my life." "Well, I couldn't kill you with Stephen around." "I'd have to kill him too, and he's the only one that knows... how I like my cofee." "Come on, you saved my life." "Buy me something nice, when we get home." "How'd you like your coffee?" "I like my coffee, like I like my women." "Bitter and murky." "I lost the bloody flares." "Hey, remember you told me why people die in the woods?" "Yeah, they die of shame." "Take a lesson from it." "We want to get up." "Top of that rise, high as possible... let the plane see the fire." "Why would we even think they'll come looking for us?" "Our friend's a billionaire." "You know what happens when you misplace one?" "You make some story to tell, when we get back home." "Yes." "Quite a change from, "Oh, that cab driver was so rude to me."" "You see anything?" "No." "Come, let's go." "Oh, my God." "Oh, shit!" "Okay, let's see..." "Hey, maybe it was this." "Maybe it was the buckle that threw it off." "What are we gonna do?" "Well..." "What are we going to do, okay?" "We're going to die out here!" "Nobody knows where we are... and we don't know what the hell we're doing, here!" "What are we gonna do?" "We're gonna die!" "Nobody knows where we are." "We got nothing to eat!" "All right, Steve." "Look... look here." "This is what we're gonna do." "You see this?" "Gonna make a spear, all right?" "You... you want me to make a fucking spear?" "Yeah." "We need you to make one for fishing." "Go on, take that." "Go on, take it!" "Good." "Fine." "Okay, you can do that." "They'll never find us." "They will find us, Steve." "And even if they don't, we're gonna walk out of here." "You do as I say, now, okay?" "I'm gonna make a fire." "Come on!" "Get on with it." "It's gonna be okay." "What is he gonna do, make a spear?" "What, is he gonna fish for our dinner?" "I wanted to give him something to do, that's all." "Are they gonna come for us?" "I mean... you are an important guy, right?" "Right?" "Look, I'm talking to you!" "What would you like to do, huh?" "Should we lay down and die?" "Should we lie down and die, Bob?" "There's nobody here, but us." "I mean, have I missed something?" "You're right." "You're right, I'm sorry." "Okay." "God!" "Shit!" "Shit." "Alright." "Take your hands away." "Oh... oh, it's..." "Take your hands away, take your hands away." "Shit!" "What have I done?" "What have I done..." "Oh, shit..." "Jesus!" "It's deep." "I'm not gonna lose my leg!" "It'll be all right." "Oh..." "Now, press down, both hands." "Put your hands, there." "Okay, okay..." "Keep them there." "Okay." "All right?" "Okay." "Okay." "Alright..." "I'm gonna pull this tight, as tight as you can take it, okay?" "Wait!" "Alright, alright." "Okay." "Bury this." "Start building the fire!" "Okay, you're gonna be alright." "Is that all right?" "Yeah." "Not too tight?" "No, no, it's great." "Good." "Well... it's a clean cut." "It bled clean." "If we change the bandages regularly... it should knit up fine." "Guess I'm no lumberjack." "Ah... ah, you're doing fine, Steve." "You're doing fine." "You know something?" "What?" "You're all right." "Am I?" "No, I mean it." "Very thoughtful man." "Thank you." "And I appreciate it." "It's my pleasure." "Now, are we getting out of here?" "Yes, we are." "How are we getting out of here?" "Uh... okay, you see this... see that constellation, up there?" "Cassiopeia." "The big W." "Okay... try the right edge of the W." "Points to the North Star." "The North Star is north." "Tomorrow, we walk south to the river." "The river will take us home." "Its gonna work better than that compass?" "Yeah!" "I hope so." "Why do people die in the woods, Charles?" "They die of shame." "Yeah." "Puts things in perspective, doesn't it?" "What's that?" "Out here." "A little different from the fashion world." "Little different from snorting coke off the girls' hipbones." "In what way?" "Charles, you know, you're starting to loosen up." "You think so?" "That's my report." "Huh?" "So?" "What?" "He's not that badly hurt." "Then, what are our chances, really... when all is said and done?" "I mean... we can walk out of here and we probably die... or we can stay here, and he'll certainly gonna die." "I think our chances are good." "Seriously?" "Yeah!" "They're better than good." "We know that that's north, and that's..." "Charles?" "Charles!" "I told you we had to bury those." "What difference does it make?" "Hey!" "We have to get them down!" "Why?" "They put the smell of blood in the air!" "Hey, what?" "I'm not gonna climb up the tree... in the middle of a goddamn thunderstorm!" "We have to get it down!" "Then you climb up the goddamn tree!" "Give me a hand." "I'll get them down." "Oh, shit!" "What?" "Oh, shit!" "Oh, sh..." "Aah!" "Whoa!" "Oh, shit!" "Oh!" "Charles, stay back!" "Go away!" "Hyah!" "Charles!" "Charles, stay back!" "Bob!" "For God's sake, Charles!" "Come on, Charles!" "Stop!" "Steve!" "Steve!" "Oh, God..." "Come on!" "Come on!" "We navigate by the stars." "We travel by night, if there's a moon." "Cause we can't live out the winter, up here." "We find the river, and it'll take us out." "They won't look for us this far north?" "We have to walk out." "Ah." "What do we eat?" "I'm working on it." "Aah, ha ha ha ha!" "Whoo!" "How about that?" "Yeah!" "Hey, is..." "Hang on." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Wait!" "Wait!" "No!" "No!" "Wait!" "Stop!" "Oh, God." "D'you know that you can make fire from ice?" "You can make fire from ice." "Hello!" "I'm talking to you." "Do you know how that could be done?" "Bob?" "Can you think?" "You... moneyed folk, isn't it?" "Isn't it?" "Fire from ice." "Can you think how?" "Sit up there, drinks and golf, screwing the maid... but get you in an emergency..." "Try." "and you bloom." "You make me sick, you know that?" "You make me sick." "I'm sure I do." "You fuckin' make me sick!" "I mean, what puts you off?" "Jews and taxes!" "Fire from ice." "Can you think how?" "I don't want to know, Charles!" "You have anything you'd like to live for?" "Hmm?" "You know something?" "You know something?" "Maybe we were right to have let people like you... run this country all these years." "You're the only ones dense enough!" "I'm not dense, I just have no imagination." "Making a decision tree, is that it?" "That's it, Bob." "We can't think they'd come back?" "No." "You shouldn't think they'll come back." "They've scouted this area, and they'll move on." "All right." "All right." "Fire from ice." "Let's have it." "Ice, if you take it into your hands... can be molded into a lens... which will concentrate sunlight into fire." "Hmm?" "I doubt we'll be reduced to that, because, uh... we still have the matches... and I believe that's all we'll need." "Oh, Jesus." "Oh, Jesus." "Well, there's, uh... there's fish, in there." "Well, what are we gonna use for tackle?" "I mean, how are we gonna bait them?" "Wouldn't you find that attractive?" "I don't know." "I, uh..." "It's gold." "The whole world longs for it." "I'm not in a very humorous mood, Charles." "Come on." "Don't go native on me, Bob." "I'm sorry." "I'm just tired." "I'm... very tired." "Why don't you rest... and gather some wood?" "Bob!" "He's a man-killer, been following us the whole time." "He's stalking us." "Come on!" "He's toying with us." "What are we going to do, Charles?" "Huh?" "What, do I have a plan?" "Am I supposed to have a plan?" "You tell me." "We can't move." "It won't let us eat." "Well... we're going to starve, up here." "What are we gonna do, Charles?" "We're gonna kill him." "We get him to attack." "Spear, bait." "Induce a charge." "Bear charges, and rears." "As he falls, he impales himself on the spear." "Same principle as the deadfall." "Use his own weight to kill him." "What are we gonna use to bait him, Charles?" "We lure him." "What?" "We lure him!" "You know..." "Masai boys in Africa, eleven years old... they kill lions with spears." "How do we... "lure" him?" "Eleven-year-old boys kill a lion." "Did you know that Indian boys used to run up to the bear... and slap him... count coup on him, as a test of manhood?" "No, no, Charles." "How are WE going to lure him?" "Blood." "Blood!" "We'll have to distract him, of course." "We'll have to distract him and trap him, but it can be done." "Do you believe it, Bob?" "You believe it?" "I don't know, Charles." "Huh?" "I don't think it'll work, Charles." "It will work!" "No." "It will work." "What one man can do, another can do." "You can't kill the bear, Charles." "He's..." "He's ahead of us all the time, it's like he's reading our minds." "He's stalking us, for God's sakes!" "He..." "You want to die out here, huh?" "Well, then die." "But I tell you what..." "I'm not gonna die." "No, sirree." "I'm not gonna die." "No, I'm gonna kill the bear." "Say it, "I'm gonna kill the bear."" "Say it. "I'm gonna kill the bear." Say it!" "Say "I'm gonna kill the bear!"" "Say it!" "I'm gonna kill the bear." "Say it again!" "I'm gonna kill the bear." "And again!" "I'm gonna kill the bear!" "Good." "What one man can do, another can do." "What one man can do, another can do." "Say it again!" "What one man can do, another can do!" "And again!" "What one man can do... another can do!" "Yeah!" "You're goddamn right." "'Cause today..." "I'm a-gonna kill the motherfucker." "Come on..." "Come on..." "Now." "Run, run!" "Come on." "Come on!" "All right." "Hey!" "Come on, you son of a bitch!" "Hey!" "Get him in the neck, Charles!" "Jesus." "Jesus!" "Over here!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on, you son of a bitch!" "Look out." "Look out!" "Look out!" "Come on!" "Hey!" "Come on!" "Charles?" "Charles!" "Hyah!" "Come and get me!" "Get me!" "Come and get..." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on, you son of a bitch!" "Get me, you motherfucker!" "Come and get me!" "Charles!" "Come and get me!" "Charles!" "Come on!" "Come on, get me!" "Come on, get me!" "Look out!" "Charles, look out!" "Charles!" "Char..." "Charles?" "Charles?" "Wish we had some salt." "You know, you can... you can season meat with gunpowder." "Did you know that?" "Wish we had some gunpowder." "I don't suppose you made one for me?" "Yeah." "Hey..." "What do you think?" "Oh, yeah." "What's the matter, Charles?" "Nothing." "No, really." "What?" "All my life, I wanted to do something that was... that was unequivocal." "Well, Charlie, I certainly think this qualifies." "Yeah, it's something." "See, Charles, that's why they call it "personal growth."" "A month ago, old Smokey here would've reared up... and you probably would've called your lawyer." "Nah." "I wouldn't do that to an animal." "Okay?" "So, I said... uh..." "I said, "If this is my life, then, this is my life."" "But you can change your life." "That's what I'm telling you." "Yeah." "Is that true?" "Well, why wouldn't it be true?" "Because I never knew anybody who did actually change their lives." "I tell you what..." "I'm going to start my life over." "Yeah." "You'd be the first." "Yeah." "No one's been here for quite a while." "What do you make of it?" "Yeah, look, if we're here..." "I'd say that canoe's gonna take us right out." "You know what we got to do?" "Find out if that canoe really floats." "Yeah." "Hey, it floats!" "Yeah!" "Cup of tea?" "Yeah." "Ain't got that fire lit, yet?" "No." "Drinking the other fellow's supplies?" "Get back..." "I'll send him a check." "Send him a check." "Yeah." "Hell of an adventure, eh, Charles?" "Yeah, wasn't it?" "You know..." "I ought to tell you... if I had my camera out here, I would've made my fortune." "Made my fortune." "That thing's busted to shit, ain't it?" "It still has some... sentimental value." "I suppose it does." "Can I see your watch, Bob?" "My watch?" "Don't work." "I told you." "Busted." "I know it's..." "I know it doesn't work, but can I see it?" "New, when we left." "Just a piece of junk, now." "What's the matter, Bob?" "Can't do it sober?" "Yeah." "I suppose you don't need me anymore." "You can find your own way out of here, without me." "Well, you had no business with that broad, anyway." "You know you don't." "You know that you don't, Charles." "I mean... hey, hey, hey... look at her." "Why did she go with you?" "Why in the hell did she go with you?" "Your money, for the love of God." "Everyone in the world knew that." "Are you nuts?" "You went through the airport with her... everyone that saw you said "There goes a guy with a plane."" ""There goes a guy with a plane..."" "Say it was tough luck, Charles." "That's what you drew, this time." "Well..." "That's right." "Yeah." ""For all the nights."" "How touching." "Why torture yourself?" "It's over, now." "Let's go outside." "Just tell me this one thing." "Was it from the first, you and my wife?" "Was it from the first, Bob?" "Come on, Charles." "Ah... is that an indelicate question?" "Come on, Charles." "Done is done." "Well, I'm dying, so... what difference does it make?" "Why is that so important to you, Charles?" "I love her." "I'm sorry." "It's time." "Don't do it, Bob." "You live in a dream world, Charles." "You always have." "Now, turn your back." "I'm telling you, you don't have to do it." "The hell I don't." "You know that I do." "What the fuck are you thinking?" "Now, turn your back, Charles... and I don't want to hear any more of your goddamn nonsense." "I don't want to hear it!" "How close we've become, and how this, and how that..." "You stupid son of a bitch." "You'd have died out here if not for me, with all your wealth!" "You understand me?" "I said turn your goddamn back!" "Bob, listen to me." "Don't go any further, Charles." "I said, turn your back." "No?" "You know, life is a short thing, Charles, full of betrayal." "In many ways, you're well out of it." "Bob..." "Charles, don't!" "be careful of the deadfall." "Oh, God, Charles." "Oh, God!" "Oh, God, I think I've broken my..." "I think I've broken my leg, Charles." "Oh, God, Charles!" "God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, God..." "Oh, God, Charles, no." "Please." "All right." "Now, try and lie still." "All right." "All right." "Okay." "Okay, Bob." "I'll take a look and see... see what's wrong." "I don't feel very well, Charles." "Take a shot of this." "All right." "I'm just gonna... just gonna take... a look, here." "Alright, hold on." "I suppose I only have so much of that in me, huh?" "Yeah." "Charles?" "Charles, what is it?" "What is it, Charles?" "You know, I..." "I don't feel very..." "I can't say that I feel very well at all, Charles." "Hell of a guy." "Hell of a guy." "I never told you that." "Fucking shithole of a world, eh, Charles?" "Yeah." "Shithole of a world." "Yeah." "Okay." "I need you to..." "What?" "I need you to put pressure on it." "Bob?" "Bob?" "Yeah..." "Jesus." "Bob." "Bob?" "Listen." "We're going to get you out of here, okay?" "Hell of a way to end an outing, eh, Charles?" "You're gonna be fine." "It must be quite a thing... quite a thing... to have so much." "Everybody... wants something from you..." "Everybody depending on you." "Don't talk so much." "They're so pushy." "Why don't you save your energy?" "I..." "I don't really feel quite 100 percent, Charles." "I'm going to take us into shore... light us a fire, keep you warm." "Hey?" "Why would you save a piece of shit like me?" "Uh, let's say it's a challenge." "The sporting aspect of it, eh?" "Yeah." "No." "I know what it is." "You never had a buddy." "That's the thing, isn't it?" "That's right." "Now I'm your pet project." "I'm your hobby farm, eh, Charles?" "Yeah." "Whatever you say, Bob." "The guy who tried to kill you." "That's terrific, Charles." "Nah, you wouldn't have done it." "Yes, I would have, you stupid son of a bitch." "Yes, I would." "Well, then... you would." "What will you do when you get back, Charles?" "Huh?" "Ah, it's not important." "It is important to me." "I may not go back." "What do you mean, you may not go back?" "Of course you'll go back." "To what?" "Nah, I don't feel sorry for you, Charles." "Never feel sorry for a man that owns a plane." "Come on." "Hold on." "Hold on." "I'll get us out of here." "Huh, bullshit." "Hey..." "I'm dying." "I'm dying, and I never did a goddamn thing." "But, wait." "Charles, I got to tell you." "Charles..." "What?" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, what I did." "And your wife, Charles..." "Listen to me, Charles." "She was never in on it, this business..." "Doing you, in." "I swear it on my life, Charles." "Charles..." "Thanks." "Very kind of you to say so, Bob." "Never too late for a kind gesture, eh, Charles?" "Don't die on me, Bob." "Don't tell me what to do." "Hold on!" "We're getting out of here!" "Hey!" "Over here!" "Over here!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Over here!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Bob!" "Why is the rabbit unafraid?" "'Cause he's smarter than the panther." "Yeah." "Mr. Morse!" "Mr. Morse?" "Mr. Morse, Channel 9 News." "Can we get a statement, sir?" "Hey, hold back." "Give the man some space." "Mr. Morse?" "Mr. Morse?" "Mrs. Morse?" "Mrs. Morse, how did you feel during your husband's ordeal?" "Uh... we're all put to the test... but it never comes in the form, or at the... point we would prefer, does it?" "Mr. Morse, the other men, your friends..." "My friends..." "What happened to them?" "How did they die, sir?" "They died... saving my life."