All language subtitles for The Edge (1997)

All here.

Oh, thank you, mate.

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, are 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.
Stuff it all in the back.

I've, uh, taken the liberty, sir,
of talking to the pilot of the amphibian.

I've checked the engine log.
Plane seems to be in good shape.

Good avionics.
That fellow's been around.

I would not advise you to fly
under any low ceiling...

any possibility of bird strike or ice.

- What's bird strike?
- Flocks of migrating birds.
If we hit them, we're dead.

Yes, absolutely,
especially this time of the year.

Any questions, sir, I'll have a chopper here
and fly you in and out myself.

- I'm sure we'll be fine.
- See? I told you we were gonna have a good time.

- Yeah.
- When do you think you'll require
your plane back, sir?

- Bob?
- Uh, they want the film in New York, 36 hours.

- I'd say 8:00 tomorrow night.
- 8:00 tomorrow night.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Yeah. Right.

Oh, no!

- You can't handle this northern weather, bro?
- I'll be all right.

If I catch your cold—

- 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.

- There.
- Right there.

So you built this place by yourself
with your own hands?

Yes, ma'am.
Been building it all my life.

Okay. Right this way, folks.

Now, you don't have to worry about keys
because 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
unselfconscious 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 huntin' 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.

Well, an ironing board
makes a good bench rest.

No disrespect, uh— 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.
- You ask him. See if I'm wrong.

Bet you can't stump him.

Bet you I can.

I 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, well, it's a symbol
of the, uh, Cree Indians.

On one side there's the panther...

on the other his prey, the rabbit.

Uh, he sits, unafraid.
He smokes his pipe.

It's a traditional motif.

Why is he unafraid?

Because he's smarter
than the panther.

Huh. Sir.

You impress me.

Oh. Thank you.

Amazing accomplishment.

No, it's not a— an accomplishment.
It's a freak.

Is that so?

Yeah.

I seem to retain all these facts...

but, uh, putting them to any
useful purpose is another matter.

Hmm.

Oh, oh! Hey. Uh, 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 ya, stand still.

Let him know that you know...

that he sees you.

Then 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.

On that note,
I think I'm going to bed.

Shut up.

Lord, I'm bushed.

New book?

Yes. It's about surviving
in the wilderness.

- Well, you're always reading something.
- Yup.

My secretary gave it to me.
Do you know why?

- Hmm?
- Do you know why she gave me the book?

Boy, that guy gave me the creeps
with all that—

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 gotta get away more often.

- Charles?
- Yeah?

Think you can 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.

The sandwich.

Surprise!

Surprise!

- Whoo!
- Oh, my God. Charles, are you all right?

Christ, Charles. Are you all right?
Charles, are you all right?

Jesus! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Oh, my God.
- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.
- Are you all right?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- Happy birthday.
- So you didn't forget.

I could never forget you.

Oh, my God.

- I could never forget. Come here. Come on.
- Whoo!

- All right!
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

- Have yourself some champagne.
- Champagne for Charles.

- Here. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Blow out the candle, Charles.

May I have your attention? Could 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.

Forgive us for this charade.

And in short, happy birthday.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

- Happy birthday, Charles.
- To a good companion,
a good friend and a good sport.

- And a very brave man.
- Hear! Hear!

- Here.
- Thank you. Ah. What?

Oh, Mickey, that's beautiful.

There's an engraving inside.

What's it say, Charles?
What's it say?

It says, uh, "To my beloved husband
on his birthday...

from the luckiest woman
in the world."

- Aww!
- This is a superb present. Thank you.

May you wear it in good health.

- Ah! Charles.
- Ohh.

Here you go. Here you go,
you birthday boy, you.

Thank you.

Ooh! What is it?

- Oh, look at that. Good knife.
- It's beautiful.

Give him a coin.
You gotta give the donor a coin.

- Old superstition.
- Ah, yes. Thank you.

- Here.
- Give him a coin?

Well, if someone gives you a knife,
you should give him a coin in return...

or it cuts the friendship.

- Thank you, Bob.
- Charles.

Getting late. Workday tomorrow.
Uh, let's pack it in.

- Yeah, to bed.
- Happy birthday, Charles.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks. Thank you. Thank you.

- Good night.
- Happy birthday, Charles.

Thank you. Sleep well.

- 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.
- 5.6.

All righty. Beautiful.
Really beautiful. Great.

- Yup.
- Yeah, that's great.

- Oops. Am I on here?
- Ginny, could you lift that up?

Stephen, give me the 180.

- Me?
- No, no, no. No, no, no.

Okay, great. One more. Let's go.

Okay. We'll do one more roll.
One more roll.

Officer, can 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.

All right. Let's go.
Check it, please. Thank you.

- Correct that.
- Step away. Step away.

That's great. Beautiful.

Huh. Kodiak bear.

Soon kill you as look at you.

Okay. Step down. Step down.

And the ones that killed a man...

a man hunter for the rest of his life.

Nothing he'd rather eat,
get the taste of human flesh.

A man-killing machine.

I must leave today,
so let's get the boy's shoes polished.

Can't find any shoe polish. Do I need to
walk you through this whole thing?

- No. The shoes—
- Then scrap the shoes, for God's sakes.

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. Font of information
shines shoes with a banana.

You should know that.

He's sick, Bob. James is sick.

Well, how sick is he?

Well, he'd have to get better to die.

Hah!

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 the photo?

This is the guy we want,
not some fuckin' model. This guy.

- Where is he?
- Uh, Jack Hawk?

Cabin up north 80 miles.

- Well, can we get to him? Does he have a phone?
- No phone, no radio.

In any case,
he'll likely be out huntin'.

Well, then we'll just go and find him.
That's what we'll do.

Please come. Let's go.

Seems you can make a compass
out of a needle.

My God. That's a new one on me.

Hmm. You spend much time
in the woods?

No, I'm afraid, uh,
most of my knowledge is theoretical.

Such a perfect spot.

Such a privilege.

It's a shame, uh,
everyone can't enjoy it.

Yeah.

- It is remote, and, uh—
- 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, see...

'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 $30 million or $40 million, you can—
- Ah.

I beg your pardon?

I thought for a moment
you were just being courteous.

- Well, what do you mean?
- Nothing. It's fine.

Hey, come on. Come on.
Let's go get him. We lose the light at—

Yeah, we lose the light at, uh, 4:18.

This is the guy we should have
been shooting all along.

There's a guy who's got
some character in his face.

- Charles.
- Yeah?

- What's the matter?
- Uh— No, it's nothing.

He's jaded. That's what it is.

- That's it. I'm jaded.
- Charles, we're going
on an impromptu adventure.

- 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.

Um—

Yeah. Okay.

Behold the mighty hunter.
Come on.

Hello!

Oh, that's just great.

Our model's gone bear hunting.

- How butch of him.
- Where's he gone?

- 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?
- What?

We, uh—

- Should we chance it?
- Be careful.

- Be 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 cover it up. It's a bear pit.
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.

- Oh?
- Handled it well.

Embarrassing moment.
I thought you handled it well.

Thank you.

Tough row to hoe,
if you think about it.

- What would that be?
- All that money.

- Ah.
- All the 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?
- Jesus!

God!

Come on.

- Goddamn it!
- Look out!

Jesus!

God! No!

No!

Help!

Bob! Help me!

Good.

Okay. Get him up. Get him up.

Get him up.

I got him.

Oh.

Steve? Steve!

Anyone got any matches?

Got any matches?

Help me up.

Here. Oh, my God.

W-We'll make a fire, right here.

- Make a fire.
- Yeah.

That's better. Yeah. Come on.

Oh, God.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.
That's it. Come on.

Oh, God. No.

Oh, sh—

- 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.
Get near the fire. Come here.

Yeah. Get in there.

I'm afraid I let the fire burn out.

We only got a few flares left.

Shouldn't we keep them for signaling?

- Yeah.
- 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 does that mean,
"We're in for a bit of a walk"?

Hey, what the fuck
does that mean, huh? What?

You know,
I once read an interesting book.

It said that, uh,
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.

Because they didn't do the one thing
which would've saved their lives.

And what is that, Charles?

Thinking.

Look. Steve, look.

Right. Here's the lodge.

Here's the bear hunter's cabin,
where we were supposed to have gone.

And this is where we did go—

through this pass,
the mountains, the river.

Now, they'll be looking for us
in the south. All right?

Now, if we can get back, south
through this pass, by tonight...

we can use the flares.

- How do we find it in the woods?
- Head south.

Aha. Well, then 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 is south.

This is broken.
Give me your watch.

- Give me your watch.
- Mine's busted too.

- Steve?
- It's lost.

Okay, um— All right. I'll tell you.

Uh, the birds will be flying south.
We'll follow them.

What if we can't see the birds?

- Hey, I'm sorry I got us into this, okay?
- 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—

Yeah, place it on a leaf. Here.

You have a compass.

A needle?
Who travels with a needle?

Huh?

Here.

Oh. Oh, shit!

See?

Works.

It works.

That peak is south.

- What if it isn't?
- Huh? It is.

It 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.
- And 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, uh,
steer their ship with a rope.

- With a rope? How'd they do that, Charles?
- Yeah.

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 their ship...

uh, pointing it at those two points there,
or whatever—

- Charles, you might want to conserve your breath.
- Do what?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

We gotta get through the pass
by nightfall.

Oh!

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 or not,
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 were you planning to kill me?"

- Did you say that?
- Yeah.

What did that mean? Why would I want
to kill you? Why would I want to do that?

For my wife.

- For Mickey?
- Yeah.

That's a bizarre way to meet girls.

- I want to 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 get my own girl...

if you 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,
and nothing is safe.

Rich man.

All anybody wants is
to take something from you...

and they want it
bad enough to kill you.

You know something, Charles?

The rich are different.

Charles, how far do you think it is?

It can't be more than about 10 miles.

- Ah, shit.
- What?

- A stitch. A stitch in my side.
- Find a round stone.

- What?
- Find a round stone. Spit under it.

- An 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.

No, 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 you got
a whole stew of too much money...

uh, latent homosexuality,
lots of other good stuff— paranoia.

What we'll do— we'll 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 fuckin, idiot.

Needing people— Isn't it a bitch?

Who are we talkin' about?

Talkin' about Fannie Farmer,
the mother of level measurement here.

It's 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.

Oh.

Come on.

Come on!

Whoa!

Go!

Charles! Come on!

We'll never make it.

Uh— Pull this tree! Come on!

Hurry! Pull!

Steve, come on!
Pull! Count of three!

- Come on. Push. One, two, three!
- One, two, three!

Help!

Up!

Okay.

Come on!

Easy, easy!

He's coming! Charles, come!

Yes! Take it easy.
Take it easy, Charles.

Look out! Look out! Come on!

- Charles, it's okay!
- You've got it, Charles! Come on!

- Just keep coming.
- Come on, Charles! Come on!

Just keep coming, Charles.

Keep coming!

Charles!

Charles!

- Hang on!
- Jesus!

Charles, hang on! Charles, hang on!

Charles! Hold on, Charles!

Charles, hang on!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

Oh, God.

I lost the flares.

- We're gonna 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.
- Yeah.

- Snap out of it, Charles.
- It's gonna be fine.

Charles, it's gonna be fine.
Which way is it?

- It's up there.
- Up there. Come on. Let's go.

- Oh, God!
- Come on.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You saved me.

- Get over it, Charles. I just need you to navigate.
- You saved my life.

I couldn't kill you with Stephen around.
I'd have to kill him too.

- He's the only one that knows how I like my coffee.
- Come on. You saved my life.

- Buy me something nice when we get home.
- How do 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 that.

You wanna get up,
top of that rise, high as possible.

Let the plane see the fire.

Robert, why do we even think
they'll come looking for us?

Our friend's a billionaire. You know
what happens when you misplace one.

Gonna 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 on. 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.

Goddamn it!

- What are we gonna do?
- Well, we're going to—

- What are we going to do?
We're going to die out here!
- It's all right, now.

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.

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.

You know, 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.

They gonna come for us?
I mean, you are an important guy, right?

Right?

Look it, I'm talking to you!

What would you like to do? Huh?

Shall we lay down and die?

Do you want to 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.

Shit!

All right. Take your hands off.

Oh!

- Take your hands away. Take your hands away!
- Shit! What have I done?

What have I done?

- Put 'em away.
- Jesus.

- That's deep.
- I'm not gonna lose my leg.

You're gonna be all right.

Now, press down, both hands.

- Put your hands there. Keep them there.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.

All right? Okay.

I'm gonna pull this tight,
as tight as you can take, okay?

You— All right. All right.

Okay.

Bury this.

Start building the fire.

Okay. You're gonna be all right.

- 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.

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.

Well, it's my pleasure.

So now, are we gonna
get out of here?

- Yes, we are.
- How are we gonna get out of here?

Uh—

Okay, you see this, uh—
see that constellation up there?

Cassiopeia. The big "W."

Okay.

Try the— right at the edge of the "W"
points to the North Star.

- North Star is north.
- Yeah?

Tomorrow we walk south to the river.

The river will take us home.

It's 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.

A little different from snorting coke
off the girls, hip bones.

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 outta here,
and we'll probably die.

Or we can stay here,
and he's 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, that's why.
- Hey, what—

I'm not gonna climb up a 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, and I'll get them down.
- Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Charles, stay back!

Charles, stay back!

Bob!

For God's sakes, Charles!

Come on, Charles!

No!

Steve!

Steve!

Oh, God.

Come on!

Come on!

So we navigate by the stars.

We travel by night, if there's a moon.

Because we can't live out
the winter up here.

We find the river, it'll take us south.

They won't be looking for us
this far north!

We have to walk out.

Uh...

what do we eat?

I'm working on it.

Whoo!

Hey, how about that?

Yeah!

Hey, listen.

My God.

Come on!

Wait!

Wait!

No!

Wait!

Oh, God.

Did you know
that you can make fire from ice?

You can make fire from ice.

Hello! I'm talking to you!

Did you know 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, and you bloom!
- That's right.

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 how!

Do you have anything
you'd like to live for? Huh?

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!

No, I'm not dense.
I just have no imagination.

Making your 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.

Oh, God.

All right.

Fire from ice.

Let's have it.

Ice.
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.

What are we gonna use for tackle?
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.

Go on.
Don't go native on me, Bob.

I'm sorry. I'm just tired.
I'm very tired.

Why don't you rest?
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 gonna do, Charles?

Huh?

What, do I have a plan?

Am I supposed to have a plan?

You tell me.

We can't move.

He won't let us eat.

Yeah, we're gonna 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, 11 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!

And we'll have to distract him,
of course.

We'll have to distract him and, uh, trap him,
but it can be done.

Do you believe it, Bob?
Believe it?

- I don't know, Charles.
- Ah!

- I don't think it'll work, Charles. No!
- It will work!

It will work.
What one man can do, another can do.

We 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 going to die.

No, sirree. I'm not going to die.

No, I'm going to kill the bear.

Say it.
"I'm going to kill the bear."

Say it.
"I'm going to kill the bear." Say it!

Say, "I'm going to 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 gonna kill the motherfucker.

Come on.

Come on.

Now.

Run! Run!

- Come on!
- All right!

Good. Good.

Hey!

All right!

Come here!

Get him in the neck, Charles!

Come on!

Jesus! Jesus Chri—

- Kill him!
- Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Look out! Look out! Look out!

You got him?

Bastard! Come on!

Hey!

Come on! Charles!

Charles!

No! No! No!

Hey! Fuck you!

Come and get me!
Get me! Come on!

Come on!

Come on, you son of a bitch!

Come here, you motherfucker!
Come and get me!

Charles!

- Come and get me! Come on!
- Charles!

Come on! Get me!
Come on! Get me!

Look out! Charles, look out!

Ch—

Charles?

Charles?

Wish we had some salt.

You know, you can, uh—

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, um—

that was unequivocal.

Well, Charlie,
I certainly think this qualifies.

Yeah, something.

You see, Charles, that's why
they call it "personal growth."

A month ago, old Smokey here would've reared up,
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 gonna start my life over.

Yeah.

You'll 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 is gonna take us right out.

You know what we gotta do?

Find out if that canoe really floats.

Yeah.

Hey, it floats!

Yeah.

Cup of tea?

Yeah.

- Hey, you got that fire lit yet?
- No, no.

Drinking the other fella's supplies?

Get back...

send him a check.

- Send him a check.
- Yeah.

Hell of an adventure, eh, Charles?

Yeah, wasn't it?

You know...

I hope to tell you...

if I'd had my camera out here,
I would have made my fortune.

Made my fortune.

That thing's busted to shit, isn't it?

Oh, it still has some,
uh, sentimental value.

I suppose it does.

Can I see your watch, Bob?

My watch?

Don't work. Told ya. Busted.

Yeah, I know. It's—

I know it doesn't work.
But could 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."

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.

Why, 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 wanna
hear any more of your goddamn nonsense.

I don't wanna hear it!

How close we've become, and how this,
and how that. You stupid son of a bitch.

You would've 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.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God, Charles, no. Please.

Okay.

Now, try and lie still.

All right?

All right.

Okay, Bob.

All right, I'm gonna take a look
and see what's wrong.

Oh, I don't feel very well, Charles.

Take a shot of this.

All right.

I'm just gonna—

just gonna take... a look here.

All right, hold on.

I suppose I only have
so much of that stuff in me, eh?

- Yeah.
- Charles.

- Okay.
- Charles, what is it?

What is it, Charles?

Oh, 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.

- Fuckin' shit-hole of a world, eh, Charles?
- Yeah.

Shit-hole of a world.

Yeah. Okay.

- Need you to—
- What?

- I need you to put pressure on it.
- What— What—

Bob.

Bob?

Yeah.

Jesus.

Bob?

Listen.

We're gonna get you out of here.
Okay?

Hell of a way to end an outing,
eh, Charles?

You're gonna be fine.

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.

So pushy.

Why don't you save your energy?

I—

I don't really feel quite 100 %, Charles.

I'm gonna take us into shore,
light us a fire, keep you warm.

Hey.

Why would you want to save
a piece of shit like me?

Well, 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.

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 have.

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?

No.

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.

Aw, bullshit.

Hey...

I'm dying.

I'm dying,
and I never did a goddamn thing.

But wait. Charles, I gotta 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!

Over here!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Bob!

Bob.

Why is the rabbit unafraid?

'Cause he's smarter than the panther.

Yeah.

Mr. Morse!

Mr. Morse?

Mr. Morse, Channel 9 News.
Could you give a statement?

- Mr. Morse?
- Mr. Morse?

- Sir, your business associates—
- 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, sir?

How did they die, sir?

They died...

saving my life.