Original subtitles

That was Lefty Frizzell's Always Late With Your Kisses.

Before that, we heard Buck Owens.

Get your waders out.

It's seven days before the state officially drowns Northfork.

It's sunny skies with the highs being 51...

"To the loving O'Brien family.

"It has been brought to our attention

"that the remains of a Mrs. Patricia O'Brien...

..."have yet to be excavated.

"Please make arrangements immediately."

The hardworking citizens of Northfork

will be able to have their much-needed power.

As well as

the pleasure of the recreation

that this body of water will provide.

Let me add this.

The good people of Northfork

will be able to have their cake and eat it too.

Two, three...

Where are we going to start? Right in here?

Where should we start? Let's start right in here.

Then the water shall become a flood

and destroy all flesh.

And the bow shall be in the cloud,

and I will look upon it, and I will remember

the everlasting covenant

between God and every living creature.

Of all flesh that is upon the earth.

And that's what we have here.

Our town is dying.

I have seen the concrete monument.

The headstone for the town for Northfork.

This dam gate will close.

The water will rise over the plains,

and cover our businesses,

our homes,

and our well-being.

We have lost Northfork.

We'll be losing our dear son.

But we will gain the hope,

the courage,

to move to a higher ground.

We're all angels.

It is what we do

with our wings

that separates us.

What are we waiting for?

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Hadfield.

Father, his health isn't getting any better.

Rose has had to stay by his bed.

All the doctors have left Northfork.

You're returning him then?

He's a very ill child.

We cannot make the journey with him in this condition.

We apologize, Father.

We appreciate your honesty,

and will ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

Let us be honest, Father.

You gave us a sick child.

I gave you an angel.

You're misunderstanding us.

We love Irwin.

Halo home is deeply regretful

about the grief

Irwin has brought to your family.

God bless.

Have a nice journey.

This is wrong.

This is just downright wrong.

When did you get this letter?

I received the final notice yesterday.

I don't like this damned cake.

This is wrong on every level.

Yeah.

Where did my parents go?

We don't wanna go where they're going.

You rest now.

Father, everybody's leaving.

Oh, I know.

I know.

Oh, let's stay here.

Hmm?

Huh?

You're the caretaker?

Yes?

Cookie takes care of the yard.

Maybe you can help me?

Who are you looking for?

A relative.

Hold still.

Marvin, Matt, Eddie, Arnold.

Walter, Willis,

Eddie, Arnold.

Walter, Willis, Eddie, Arnold.

Walter, Willis, Marvin, Matt.

Marvin, Matt, Walter,

Willis.

Marvin, Matt,

Eddie, Arnold.

Bye-bye. See you.

Anybody voted for him

voted themselves right out of Northfork.

Have a good journey.

Nice concrete cork.

I have done countless evacs.

And as long as I've been doing this job,

it has never come down to 48 hours before.

That's two days.

And by the time I'm through with you, it's gonna be 47.

So you'd better listen up.

And remember one very important thing.

Despite the tertiary inconveniences

we're putting these people through,

we're giving them new power.

All right?

Matt.

Marvin.

Please go pay a visit to the Youngs.

Eddie, Arnold.

Arnold.

I want you to get down to Hungry Horse Road,

and I want you to nail Jigger, do you understand?

You betcha.

Now, you can't go into this treating it like

you're throwing out homesteaders,

poor old homesteaders.

Look at it like you're saving

some poor dumb son of a bitch from drowning...

Mr. Rudolph.

It says here that, uh,

there has been some previous attempts at evacuation.

Walter,

Willis.

Stallings. Highway 93.

Remember, the one single most important thing.

It is not our business

to tell anybody else theirs.

You just come in like you're their guardian angel.

You give them wings and then move them up on to higher ground.

Good luck now, gentlemen.

In the early 1800's,

European settlers named Northfork

after the river that embraced their town.

Word traveled throughout the world

that angels roamed these plains

like bison.

I find the humor quite parched.

Nineteenth century.

A remarkable piece.

Artist used the finest oils.

Organic pigments.

Magnificent.

The artist has a religious vocabulary.

He used the luxuriantly white wings of the swan.

Fascinating representation of the angelic messenger.

Lovely bird.

If I do recall correctly,

the Celts employed the majestic swan

as their sacred symbol,

and messenger to the other world.

Their link that existed between the realm of their gods,

and the realm of humans.

Very relatable.

I can only speculate...

That the man with swan wings, or in this painting,

the wild bird man, is a creation

of the overtaking by Christianity.

Bless the imagination.

It's just downright wrong.

"702."

"Departed."

It's wrong, and I'm not gonna do it.

And neither should you.

It's death till we part.

She's your mother.

Have you ever smelled death?

I don't recall smelling it.

Death smells like nothing you've ever smelled in your life.

What does it smell like?

You know when you've smelled death.

'Cause when you smell it,

you say to yourself, "Damn,

"did something die?"

Anything?

Does it say anything about a child?

No. Not specifically.

There was a small child

roaming the garden.

No, Flower,

it said nothing about children.

Wait.

Narrator fluctuates between the first and third person...

Quite interesting.

I would have to say that he's above the age of a child.

Flower,

every town, you go scurrying off looking for offspring.

Wait.

Would you like a cup of tea?

One lump or two?

My name is Cup of Tea.

To my right,

as you may already know, is Flower Hercules.

To my left, Cod.

And behind us all,

but in front of you, Happy.

And you are?

Irwin.

Hello, Irwin.

And your surname?

Sir Irwin.

Well, Sir Irwin of Northfork,

my family and I have traveled a long way.

And we are having trouble finding a loved one.

Are you familiar with the unknown angel?

Yes.

Now.

This is where we can be of help to each other.

What could we offer you?

When you leave, just take me with you.

No.

Never.

We do not take children.

Then I can't help you.

Now, Sir Irwin.

You're being unreasonable.

Where we're going, we can't take you with us.

Then take me 1,000 miles.

One thousand miles in anybody's book is a long way.

How about 100 miles?

One thousand. Two hundred.

One thousand. One thousand. Three hundred.

Four hundred, and that's it.

One thousand, and that's it.

Do you know how far that is?

One thousand miles is a far, far, faraway place.

Five hundred miles.

One thousand. All right.

We'll take you 1,000 miles

if you bring us the unknown angel.

In the morning?

Deal?

Oh, I tell you, these sons of bitches are

harder to yank than a tick on the touch-hole of a chicken.

I hear ya.

Ursula!

Good morning.

You have six customers. Now seated.

Well, if it ain't the bottom feeders.

Go ahead, Willis.

Eggs?

Bacon?

Mmm-mmm.

Sausage?

Mmm-mmm.

No meat?

Mmm-mmm.

Potatoes?

Mmm-mmm.

Soup.

Hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Chicken?

Mmm-hmm.

Broth?

Cup or bowl?

Yeah! Good work, boss.

Nice work, Walter.

Nice work, Walter.

Thank you, boys.

I'll have a bowl.

Same.

Same.

Same.

Same.

Okay.

Damn it.

It's only dirt.

Afternoon, boys.

Good afternoon, Father.

Walter.

Your wife, Patricia.

Henry.

Irwin's still sick.

I'm sorry, Father.

...would like me to relay

a message to all...

Well, you got anything that'll keep his spirits up and his fever down?

If I was those parents, I'd be ashamed.

Well, most parents can't see their child ill.

So they throw him in a lake.

It all depends, Henry, on how you look at it.

Either you're halfway to heaven or halfway to hell.

Here we go, Father.

It's an antibiotic.

Inject five cc's of this into his arm.

All right?

Bless you. Have a safe journey.

Thank you, Father.

We thank you in advance,

and hope you have a pleasant journey.

Pop?

Yeah, son?

You suppose he's got two of everything in there?

I suppose we'll find out.

Damn it.

I know.

Not one, but two Chevys.

I know.

This is gonna be difficult.

Yep.

Ever since we started moving folks out,

we've never done well with people that owned Chevrolets.

Matt.

This country is being divided into two types of people.

Chevy people.

And Ford people, Matt.

Yep.

Looks like he's got some kind of a hammer.

No, it looks more like a...

I think he was holding a shotgun.

I think you're right.

Every town we come to,

you want a child.

Once again, selfish.

How observant.

The noble Englishman.

How I longed to be Earl Gray.

The wit that got us here.

It's a splendid acquisition.

Unknown architect.

Probably owner-builder.

A true visionary, I might add.

Jesus.

No, no, he was a carpenter.

We, we're searching for the unknown.

The unknown doesn't just come knocking on your door.

If it is unknown, how would you know if it did come knocking?

Well, it won't be in the shape of a child.

- I would have to agree. - Happy?

Do you ever disagree?

I disagree with the Englishman's use of starch.

What do the scriptures say?

"Temperature, 105 degrees. High.

"Please look after him when I leave."

What do you suppose we do?

We're gonna wing it.

It appears they've...

Worn out their welcome.

Good afternoon, Mr. Stalling.

My name is Walter O'Brien. This here's my son, Willis.

We're with the evacuation committee.

It's been brought to the state's attention

that you are seeking some assistance.

I'm not going anywhere, son.

We're aware of that, sir, that's why the state has asked us to come to your aid.

The state understands your difficulty with moving on.

"The state will not hurt, destroy,

"nor harm you physically in any way.

"It is our civil duty to assist you in making this transition

"as easy and pleasant as possible."

Your agreement is this,

you will each be assigned 65 households to depart.

Having fulfilled said obligation,

you will then each receive 1.5 acres

of prime, lakefront property.

Your lot size will be increased

by one-fifth of an acre for every additional household

that you assist in evacuating beyond the initial 65.

Have I made myself clear?

I will take your vacant stares as a yes.

I could live with an acre and a half.

Okay by me.

May we, sir?

So.

The prodigal son returns.

Already packed.

A little ahead of yourself.

I've brought what you're looking for.

You have?

Outside.

I don't see anything.

- We still have a deal? - Yes, yes, yes.

We have a deal.

Yeah, we still have a deal.

Where is it?

Oh, my.

Hello.

We'd appreciate it

if you both would

stop screwing around.

Well, what do you want to do?

The Youngs are going to have a moving sale.

Perfect.

Now, all I need is a pair of sinners like yourselves

to mount up there now.

We appreciate very much your giving us this time

to discuss this matter.

A pair of wives?

At least they're not mounted.

You know, it appears to me that you folks

are preparing for a flood in biblical proportions.

You got that right, son.

A flood is gonna wipe through this place,

cleansing the soil of all sin.

Understandable.

When God tells us to get a move on,

we're gone at the first holler of a rooster.

We ain't needing the state to come in here,

and tell us when to pick up and get going.

That's God's doing.

This is God's land, and by God,

we ain't moving until we get that sign from above.

Yes, sir. Uh...

We aren't telling you to pick up and get going.

No, sir.

Look at us as your life preservers.

You can use us if you want,

or not at all.

We give you that choice.

We're all in the same boat.

So, sir, if you don't mind, sir,

I'd like to bend you and your wives' ear a bit,

and tell you about the signs of God

that we are familiar with.

This could be that sign.

A what?

He said he was a relative.

To us?

Yes.

You're the unknown angel?

Yes.

- The one you're looking for. - Optimistic.

He is unknown.

The angel part's questionable.

Very.

How romantic.

There's a novel about you, too.

I started to collect these.

This is the first one I grew.

Now I'm not saying that this boat

you have built isn't worthy.

From the looks of it,

you've done a mighty fine job.

But for the sake of my job, let's just say

it doesn't.

Doesn't what?

Your boat doesn't float.

Imagine this, if you will. One day,

a town on the plains, let's say Northfork,

was hit by a catastrophic flood,

similar to the days of Noah,

and your husband and yourselves

are standing out there on the roof waiting to be rescued.

A friendly neighbor comes paddling by in his little wooden boat,

and he yells, "Hey, there, Mr. and Mrs. Stalling,

"and... Uh, Mrs. Stalling, jump on in,

"and I'll take you to dry land."

What do you say?

I don't know.

The water's rising. You shout back,

"No, thank you, thy friendly neighbor.

"I'm waiting for a sign from God."

No, thank you.

I'm waiting for a sign from God.

Yes, exactly. And your friendly neighbor paddles away.

A few days later,

a state rescue team comes by in a larger boat.

And let's just say...

...me and Willis are on board.

And we offer you the same deal.

"Jump on in,

"and you, Mrs. Stalling and... Mrs. Stalling,

"will be saved."

And you say,

"No, thank you.

"We're waiting for a sign from God."

A few more days pass,

and the water level has risen.

It has risen above the roof.

And unfortunately,

you and Mr. Stalling have drowned,

and now are in heaven in front of God.

Dear, we died.

What about our belongings?

We died?

Oh, yes, you three have died,

because you waited for a sign from God,

and it never came, and you three died.

But why?

That's the exact question you would ask God.

You would say, "We waited for the sign and it never came."

And you and she,

and Mr. Stalling

died.

Now what do you suppose

God

is gonna say to you both?

I don't know.

Mr. Stalling?

I'm dead, remember?

May I? Yes.

I'll tell you what God will say.

"I sent you two boats."

"Two boats."

"To save your lives."

"What more of a sign did you three want?"

May I?

Fascinating.

You have a lovely

collection of feathers.

Thank you.

And your halo.

Where's that?

They took it off when I was little.

I didn't need it anymore.

And these must be your wings.

Oh, mighty.

Look at this.

And where did we get this?

These are quite stunning.

The grace of God.

Yes, they are.

We're offering you a pair of something that only the man upstairs

is willing to give you.

Where'd you get these boys?

Born and raised right here in Northfork.

Dear, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking, what bird suffered this?

Oh, there's nothing fowl about these wings.

I understand your initial doubt,

but how many times have you seen wings

of this size and beauty?

This is what

most of us were shot with.

Tranquility at its finest.

This could make an elephant fly.

It stuck in me

right here.

May I look?

Appears to be lengthy needle of some sort.

Five years, maybe six years of age.

Used numerous times for injection.

You were shot with this rifle?

Yes.

I was running with my flock and they shot me.

You were running with your flock?

Yes.

Flock of what?

Doves? Geese? Seagulls?

Angels.

Angel wings, huh?

I'm here to tell you these wings is worthless.

And to remove all doubt,

we included this certificate of authenticity.

Signed, sealed and blessed by your own Father Harlan.

"Found near the glaciers,

"these wings, blah, blah, blah."

"From what they could tell, this particular pair were detached from a juvenile

"who probably strayed from the flock.

"Perhaps no wiser than four years of age.

"The abbreviated wingspan reveals to us

"that he weighed no more than 25 to 30 pounds

"before they were removed."

A bit too disturbing for me.

Happy.

Are you looking at this?

Would you say amputated?

Yes. Amputated.

Fascinating.

Angel.

Aren't we all?

I'd say quite the opposite.

Probably a little devil,

and daddy gave him a good strapping.

There's a backstory for you.

Does this cause any pain?

No.

This would be recognized

as a highly dangerous procedure without anesthesia.

Some people would just

bite a bullet.

A highly

skilled surgeon was overly concerned

with muscle stabilization.

There's no evidence of curvature of the spine.

You're discovering feathers in this area?

Yes.

What time of day?

Morning.

Can you run your fingers through his hair?

What can you tell us about your relatives?

My mother and father were 12th generation angels.

My great grandpa and grandma had wings the size

of bombers and would glide the plains

of Northfork.

Come on, you ladies,

can't you just smell the bird shit?

I mean, I'd like to believe these wings is authentic,

but the feathers,

they ain't attached to anything.

You take those moose antlers back there.

Oh, dear.

Yeah, it's a fine

set of antlers,

but it's more than just a rack of horns

attached to a piece of board.

That wouldn't be enough.

It's an okay place to hang your hat,

but there ain't no pride in it.

What you need is the whole head hanging up there.

And these marble eyes just staring on down at you.

Then you know you've got something really worth having.

We're still not leaving.

I've got a $1,000 check from the state,

or would you rather use that for your funeral services?

No.

Then you best get the hell out of here right now.

Use these to fly the hell out of here.

Wow.

Eddie. Hey, Eddie.

I think Jigger's asleep.

Let's go.

Jesus Christ.

The scars on his forehead

tell me he did have a halo.

Most likely metal.

To stabilize his...

Oh.

Everything all right?

Dankish, beetle-headed foot-licker.

What is wrong with you?

Happy?

You should be asking yourself that question.

Fired from a long barrel rifle.

Ten feet away.

Needle meant to penetrate two to three inches of skin.

Perhaps the hide of a herbivore.

Beast to the hallucinogenic.

Would you like a cup of tea?

This isn't tea time.

Given my weight,

calculated dosage,

this could be a lengthy trip.

Moist.

Mother.

May I?

No.

Yes.

Plenty more where that came from.

Here.

Shoot me, shoot Cod.

And then shoot yourself in the foot.

No.

You saucy, sheep-biting flat-mouthed dewberry. This could be a family...

Oh.

Santa's everywhere.

I'm Happy.

This should back off some evil spirits.

Hmm?

Oh.

Hmm.

Two out of three ain't that bad.

Damn it. I say we hook that thing up

to our bumper and drag it out ourselves.

What are you talking about, Willis?

You know why? I'll tell you why.

That there was number 65.

I know that, Willis.

I'm marking them down as departed. We can't.

The state makes their final pass-through,

and they find that Mr. Stalling locked up in that

boat with his

moose head.

It's our butt.

It's our job to move them out of Northfork.

It's not our job to know where they go.

Willis, it's our job

to move people,

not change their beliefs.

What more

could we have said?

Without the proper words,

this is just a man,

nailed to two pieces of wood.

Oh, he's cute.

Father?

Yes, son.

I don't think they want me.

Oh, no, they do.

They do, son.

They came a long way for you.

Then, can I go with them?

I will still have to speak with them.

Then, can you tell them I'm an angel?

I will. I will.

Because I want them to see my wings.

Do you have wings?

Yeah? Me too.

But mine got old and fell off.

You get some sleep now.

All right.

Mr. And Mrs. Hope?

Yes.

I'm Father Harlan.

Father.

Thank you for coming on short notice.

Irwin is a good boy.

I could go on,

but that would seem like I'm selling him to you.

And I'm not.

What? You're not...

Well, given the chance, I'm sure Irwin

would do a better job at selling himself...

Oh. Than me.

Can we meet him?

Unfortunately,

you will have to make a decision

before you can meet him.

But, Father, it says right here

that we can spend the afternoon with him.

Yes, I know. I...

I'm sorry. I apologize.

But Irwin is a fragile boy.

I can't let him get his hopes up too high,

only to have them diminished.

His health can't afford that kind of a disappointment.

Oh, Father, we can't make a decision

based upon viewing him from a window.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you go wait in the car?

Father, we come here attempting to adopt a child,

and you turn it into window shopping.

He's not a puppy.

Oh.

Well, maybe that's what you and your wife should be considering.

I'm sorry

if I have wasted your time.

Have a pleasant journey.

Many townspeople have speculated

that the body of Jimmy Miller,

son of Doris and James Miller,

still lays in the Northfork dam.

One worker has said,

"There is a slight lump in the interior wall

"that will hold back 19 million acres of water."

Another worker said, "Yes, Jimmy is in there.

"They never could retrieve him from the dam.

"He is resting in peace."

Tom Johnson, a fisherman, put it this way,

"Heck, you can't exactly troll 100 feet

"of just-poured concrete fishing for a body."

Marvin. Matt.

Walter. Willis.

Tours of the Northfork dam, and possibly Jimmy Miller, will be starting in January.

For more information,

please contact Montana's water and power.

Somebody is laying there.

You feel a heartbeat?

No.

You can figure...

A death of a person is still considered progress.

Son of a bitch is getting the biggest headstone

this side of Rushmore.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Sixty-five residents departed.

Good job.

You sign on that bottom line,

1.5 acres will be transferred into your name.

Hmm.

Well, your log reads 64 residents departed. Is this correct?

Well, sir... Yes, sir, it is.

Well, you know what?

I'd like to thank you personally for your hard work and dedication

in the evacuation of Northfork,

and hope to see you boys out there enjoying the lake.

Wait a minute. That's it?

We get nothing?

That's correct.

Sir, there...

There is another house that we did not confirm their departure.

Well, then, you best go out there and get it confirmed, huh?

Duck.

Duck.

Goose.

Boy was a tad pigeon-toed.

What do you think?

For most, Vincent van Gogh was a fine artist.

To some, he lacked technique.

Paint straight from the tube, very heavy-handed.

How van Gogh cut off his ear

is what is most intriguing to folks.

In each piece I've ever appraised,

the story is always more fascinating than the actual piece itself.

And?

It's a fantastic yarn the boy has spun.

Unfortunately,

the story is more valuable than the actual piece.

What about his collection of feathers?

Perhaps from the stork that dropped him.

Feathers are inconsistent.

I couldn't find any connection in the scriptures.

And that spleeny

ill-nurtured gnat.

Are you positive?

Oh, Flower, please, be open to inconsistency.

Where did the feathers come in?

A book.

The book was in a pillowcase.

I presume that the pillow that the boy

lays his head on is stuffed with feathers.

He is not what we are here for.

La Fleur was touched by an angel.

Is it snowing?

Can I go?

This is it, son.

Looks pretty vacant.

Indeed it does.

Trick or treat.

Smells like something died in here.

That is precisely why we're not going to get Mother.

Willis, you smell that?

Yeah, it smells like something died.

Go upstairs and check all the rooms. Then we'll leave.

What?

You're kidding.

You go upstairs and check everything out.

Willis, go upstairs, and see if anyone is up there.

I'm personally not ready to face death.

This is number 65.

Go upstairs, check it out,

and let's get this over with.

I'm checking out the other side.

Willis.

Willis!

Hello?

Hello there.

Pop.

Pop!

Do you see anything?

No.

Come on. Jump.

It's about five feet, come on.

You can make it. Jump.

Come on.

Pop, come on, jump!

You can make it. Come on.

Are you okay?

Would you like a cup of tea?

I would qualify this

in the area of concussion.

A frothy, clay-brained snapper.

Let's help you get up onto your feet.

Definitely gonna feel that in the morning.

Willis, let's go.

Did you see anyone?

Nope.

Come on!

Come on!

Get in the car!

Get!

What's got you so spooked?

Pop...

Just do it!

Mark them down as evacs.

"Evacuated."

Do it! Okay, I will.

And I think we should go get your mom.

Hmm...

These have the same texture

as the feathers that were in the boy's book.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

No more than four years of age.

Weighed no more than 30 pounds.

These were attached to something very young.

I'm going to have to evaluate the other side.

Fascinating.

Oh, lord.

Let the holy angels come

to Irwin,

and carry him to your heavenly city.

Free his spirit

from the prison of his body.

Fascinating.

No.

Please, no.

Oh.

I'm a man of faith.

Forgiveness is my job.

But right now,

I can't forgive my faith.

Hmm.

Here.

He grew two inches this summer.

Pop.

Still stacking wood?

Yep.

Pop?

Yeah?

You're not even close to what death smells like.

I'm sorry.

I'm coming to get you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't forget you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Pop.

Come here.

What?

Can you see?

What?

Look closer.

No, I can't see anything. What am I looking for?

There's a nick in my paint.

There's a nick in my paint!

Don't make it worse.

Don't make it worse. It's only dirt. I was rubbing it off.

What color is dirt? Brown?

If Marvin weren't blind, he would see that

it was gray, the color underneath my paint.

Willis, the speck is brown.

Look.

Brown after Marvin's filthy hands rubbed it!

Well, I can't see how you'd think you could keep your car perfect

the way you drive anyway.

It hurts.

The first one hurts.

You just never know when it's gonna come.

You know, that's fate for you.

A little rock.

You do not have a say in the matter.

Now that you've gotten the first one,

the rest comes easy.

You spend all your time

polishing your car,

making everything look perfect.

Then this rock

flies out of nowhere,

and puts all your hard work to shame.

Nothing you can do, though.

Absolutely nothing.

Holy cow. Oh, my God.

Into the hole. Take that.

So when you get down in there,

you just thread this rope through the top handle.

What?

You jump down there and do it.

Willis. No more. No, no, no, no.

This is downright wrong.

Once something's buried, it should stay buried.

I can't show no more respect.

You know, when this small town

becomes the biggest lake this side of the Mississippi,

your mother will be the catch of the day!

Then throw some rocks on her. That should keep her down.

Where are you gonna take her?

What about California?

What's there?

I heard in California

they're serving cheeseburgers and a soda in less than two minutes flat.

Wow.

That's fast food.

I know you've been praying.

Not to worry.

A family will come soon.

You may be an orphan,

but you're still a child of God.

We must go get him, Flower.

If I didn't know your voice,

I would think it was my subconscious.

Could he be?

He is.

You don't want to believe him, do you?

You do?

He's just a child.

I can't accept that.

Yes, I know.

We can't.

We have to.

You have to.

Don't let your motherly nature cost you your manhood.

He prayed for us.

1.5 acres of lakefront property.

Hmm.

Northern pike?

Might be.

Pike's not a fish,

it's a dog.

Skull full of teeth.

Pick those suckers up by their eye sockets.

Weapons of massive destruction.

They drop that Pike's milt into this lake.

You can forget all about the fish living in peace and harmony.

Pike eat their children.

What they should do is introduce a nice game fish like the muskie.

Now, that's a fine species. Hmm.

No fish from Minnesota should be allowed to swim past the Missouri.

If the fine citizens of Northfork knew

that muskie was swimming through their houses,

we would've never been able to get 'em to leave.

Canada ought to claim that bug-heap they call Minnesota.

Throw in Wisconsin for free.

You have to think that this must have been his last day on the job.

You ready?

One thousand miles?

Farther.

You're a relative.

Hercules.

The strongest man ever to wear a skirt.

Are you going to be my mother or my father?

I'm both.

Considered the perfect soul,

I search for no one, and no one looks for me.

Whatever I need I look within myself to find.

I am complete.

I am not king nor queen, yet I am both.

A mother and a father.

You prayed to be this way?

Isn't that what Father Harlan says?

"Pray and you shall receive"?

Would you like a cup of tea?

Irwin?

Well?

There you go, son.

There you go.

And in that journey of dying,

you see many things.

But all issues I had passed.

Because I was to be a witness.

A helper.

And that's the thing, I think,

is important about death,

is the ability for us

to be witnesses.

Not only for our births of coming in,

but going out.

And that's what we have here.

We've lost our town. It's gone.

But maybe there's a birth someplace else.

Maybe there's a blessing

from that experience.

I'm no longer afraid of death,

but it's a lesson that's taken me 60 years to learn.

As you stroll around Northfork,

take your last walk down the dirt road

that leads to where your house may have been,

and look at the trees that you once climbed.

Smile, and remember those trees for what they will become,

future snags for fishing tackle.

As you continue your walk, think to yourself,

"This is the only time I will ever be able to walk

"on the bottom of a lake

"without having to hold my breath."

Remember when you leave to pack all your good memories.

No one else will pack them for you.

Good night to you all.

Subtitles Diego Moraes(oakislandtk) www.opensubtitles.org