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[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[wind whooshing]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[wind howling]

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

You have a good year?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Well, you sure grew some.

[engine revving]

This year we have a moose tag.

A moose.

Yeah. I got one picked out.

A bull.

I stalked him for two weeks.

Up there. At the Crazies.

Way up.

[cellphone chiming]

[instrumental music]

There's still plenty of time to scare up

some grouse before dark.

[David grunts]

Come on, David.

Put your legs into it.

Let's go! We're burning daylight.

Remember, David, what did I tell you about grouse?

I don't know.

Grouse are stupid and slow.

Not like ducks or grebes.

They even sound stupid.

Not like a quail, huh?

[whistles]

Come on. Let's hear your best quail.

I really don't remember how.

Of course you do.

You were getting good at it last year.

[whistles softly]

Louder.

[whistles]

Louder.

Loud enough for me to know where you are

if we get separated.

It's how hunters say, "I'm here"

without tipping off the prey.

Your mother. How is she?

Uh, I don't know. She's... alright.

Are you friends with her?

Am I friends with her?

Um. Yeah. I guess.

Is she still a beautiful lady?

[sighs] I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Of course you know.

Yeah, she's still a beautiful lady, I guess.

She tell you any messages for me?

Yeah. She..

...said that I should..

I should send you her love.

Well, thank you, David.

That's kind of you to say.

[wings fluttering]

[gunshot]

The next one's yours.

We're not going home until you get

your first bird.

[instrumental music]

Now!

[wings fluttering]

Find him. Get behind him.

Come on up on him. Come on up on him.

[wings fluttering]

[gunshot]

You blinked.

David! David!

[gunshot]

It's alright, relax and get your dinner.

Come on.

Breathe.

Safety.

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

Don't close your eyes.

You can't quit.

It's hard, I know.

Then it gets easier. Alright?

All of a sudden it gets very easy.

It's not easy.

It'll never be easy.

You'll get a bird.

I know you will.

Just use your muscle memory.

Easy, easy.

[gunshot]

You hit him.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

You winged him. He faltered and dropped.

[crows cawing]

I don't understand it.

You crippled him.

He couldn't have gone far.

I probably just didn't hit him.

You hit it, David.

I don't know how you couldn't see that.

You never leave what you shot behind.

If you had a dog, we could find it right away.

We had a dog when I was little.

Why don't you have one now?

Since you're..

...you know... already alone.

Isn't that what dogs are for?

I don't know what dogs are for, David.

All I know is I don't give that much love

to a creature who would only live

a dozen or so years.

[crows cawing]

That bird must have run off and hidden itself

to die in the darkness.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

[wings fluttering]

[fire crackling]

You used to sleep like a puppy

in the crook of my arm.

I remember that day.

It's like a memory of a memory.

Yeah.

That whole damn set-up was your mother's idea.

She even got me to put gunk in my hair.

That's a good picture of grandpa.

- Did you take that? - Mm-hmm.

You remember him at all?

Your grandfather?

I remember his funeral.

Oh, wasn't his best day exactly.

That's all I really remember about him.

[chuckles]

That and his face scratching me

when he kissed me.

[laughs] Oh, yeah.

- Sandpaper. - Yeah.

He always smelt of pipe tobacco.

Gunpowder.

Jack pine.

[whistles]

What about those moose?

[whistles]

What about moose?

Are they stupid and slow, like grouse?

No. No, moose are different.

They're regal.

Up in Alaska they get so tall

a grown man can walk under a moose's belly

and never touch fur.

Oh, yeah. You'll see.

So... why kill them then?

If they're so... royal?

Well, they make 600 pounds of delicious meat.

A winter's worth.

It is way better than a Thanksgiving turkey.

I told mom I'd call her when I got here.

Well, you won't find a signal up here.

Should have called her from town.

About time you cut loose from Katie's apron strings anyhow.

What, so there's..

...there's no way I can talk to her?

Well, there's always the two-way in an emergency.

Emergency.

Are moose dangerous?

They're no joke.

Won't be like one of your asinine games.

Can't start ower at the first sign of trouble.

This year we hunt big game.

This year you'll get your first kill.

[snoring]

David.

Put that away.

[snoring]

Well, put that damn toy away.

I don't want to see it again.

If I do, I'll smash it to smithereens.

[birds chirping]

You wearing long johns?

It'll be freezing up above.

Long johns, wool socks, mittens.

Mom went over that checklist you sent

and doubled it.

She remembers how cold it gets up here.

Mittens.

Mittens for her kittens.

Here.

Here's something she didn't double.

That's simpler than the over-and-under

you used yesterday.

It's heavier. Packs a hell of a punch.

This is the rifle I shot my first moose with

when I was 14.

Your grandfather gave me this gun.

Safety. Click.

It's not moving like those grouse though.

Well, if we come up on that moose quiet

like we're meant to, he won't be moving either.

Be a tad bit bigger than a coffee can too.

His heart's about the same size.

Now breathe out slowly.

[gunshot]

[cell phone chiming]

[knocking]

You won't need that where we're going.

[instrumental music]

What if it keeps snowing?

Or we get lost?

You worry too much.

Like your mother.

I'm just not used to being so..

...remote.

Well, you're not remote. You're with me.

And we are here.

Just up that drainage.

At the head of the creek.

How far is it?

Five miles, give or take.

We won't barely break a sweat.

Is that where you saw the moose?

No. That's where I saw the sheepman's hut.

The moose is up further.

How much further?

All the way further. It's up on top.

We have to sleep in a hut?

Yeah.

Why didn't we just bring a tent?

Why should we haul a tent up there

when we already have a perfectly good hut?

I..

I don't want to sleep all

squashed up next to you..

...in a smelly sheepman's hut.

You just think what you'll tell those kids

back in Briar Meadow. Hm?

How primal you'll feel

knowing you came home from a good kill.

I don't want to kill a moose.

[sighs]

It's an old sheepman's hut

and it's near where we're going to hunt

and I can fix it up dry and warm and good.

I thought you might like that.

I thought it might be more fun than a tent.

But we don't have to do it, alright?

We can drive back to town and buy a tent

or I can drive you back to the cabin

and we can hunt birds.

Whatewer you want to do.

Or I can put you right back on a plane.

One leaves every single day.

No, I..

...want to.

Are you sure?

No. I just..

...just want to.

[panting]

Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[groans]

- You alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Who made this trail anyway? The sheepman?

No, deer and elk.

They know the shortest way between the seasons.

[gun clicks]

I thought you said the moose were above the hut.

At the top.

We have to be careful now.

We may scare up a bear.

- A bear? - Yeah.

Dad, you didn't say anything about a bear.

Yeah, there's no need to worry. Okay?

You don't have to be faster than Sir Bear.

Just faster than your old man.

Come on.

Come on.

I don't think I am faster than my old man.

You're stronger than you know.

I know.

I was you once.

Yeah, well.

I lose every race at school, so..

Well, they don't have actual bears

out in Briarwood, Texas, now, do they?

No.

I'll put myself between you and any bear.

I promise.

[dramatic music]

[animal howling]

So what's the story with the sheepmen?

Spaniards from near the border with France.

They weren't wanted there

so they migrated here in clans.

Kept to themselves. Were quick with knives.

Sometimes you can still find their sardine cans

and snuff boxes.

[sighs]

This was some kind of wild out here back then.

Back then?

[panting]

Here's to the sheepman.

So far from home.

[birds calling]

[river running]

Red fescue.

Crusted wheat grass.

Cotton woods.

Killdeer.

Choke cherry.

[fire crackling]

Kingfisher.

Buffaloberry.

Your grandfather always let me be fire master.

He brought me up on this mountain when I was 14.

Well, that was the last year

he hunted big game..

First time I tasted whiskey.

You want some?

No. No.

And I was the same age as you.

Did you know he was 50 years older than me?

And I'm almost 30 years older than you.

And someday you'll have a son

and you'll be 30 years older than him..

...and you'll want so badly for him to know

who you are that you could cry.

You know?

[chuckles]

What do you know, David?

What do you really know?

Um..

Nothing much, I guess.

Nothing much, I guess.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Why was it the last year he hunted?

Grandpa Clyde?

He was 64 damn years old..

...but that wasn't the reason.

We took a moose and a goat that year.

God, that goat.

Every inch of its hide was covered with ticks.

I don't know why he quit.

I'd say it was my mother dying so young.

You know, I guess

when death is in the air..

When a man feels himself getting older..

...he didn't much want to kill anymore.

And I was just then getting the taste for it.

[wings fluttering]

[bird squawking]

[gunshot]

Out.

Hey, dog.

Cranes.

Your mother loved them.

Flying home.

Later..

...years later

he'd still go out after birds by himself.

So he didn't stop hunting completely.

He usually just went out and missed ewery shot on purpose.

[fire crackling]

[sighs]

Rise and shine.

Rise and shine.

We're gonna get our moose today.

[instrumental music]

You know, landmarks can save you.

In case we get separated or if you get lost

you go to high ground and find them.

That bull pie snag with the forked crown?

It marks the head of the creek valley.

From there, we can wait and watch

the whole meadow without being seen.

Is this..

This whole mountain's ours?

Well, today, yes.

We own it.

I'm hunting moose with my father.

I'm getting my moose today.

[imitating gun firing]

[chuckles]

Where's that bull pie?

Over there.

Let's go!

Better wait for your old man.

Sir Moose comes once in the morning.

And once again in the evening.

Least that's what his tracks say.

He may not come for hours.

Or at all. You can't tell.

If you could, it wouldn't be hunting

it would be shopping.

He may even know this is the last week

of the season.

So he may be on his guard

and go somewhere less open to drink.

But he may not be all that clever.

He could make a mistake.

Hey.

[instrumental music]

David.

What is that?

An old male griz.

- Are we gonna shoot him? - No. No.

Why not?

Because we don't want to.

Because that's not hunting for the meat.

That's hunting for the fear.

- He saw us. - No, he smelled us.

They can smell a hundred times better than we can.

Let's take a look at that beaver pond.

Stay close.

Yeah, there's something rotten down here.

Goddammit.

Three days. Maybe four.

Four days since what?

Someone tracked me tracking it.

Come closer, you need to know this.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

seventeen, eighteen.

Eighteen goddamn bullets.

From some pissant's

goddamn squirrel rifle.

Why'd they do that?

Goddamn asswipes!

You think they're still around?

I hope so.

You hear me, you redneck fuckers?

You goddamn hear me?

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it.

[wind howling]

Two weeks I follow you

two mother-loving weeks.

Get to know your habits

your scent, your scat.

[panting]

Get taken by some goddamn tourist.

Follow one's star, huh, Katie?

Yeah, you bet you followed it.

Right on back to Texas.

You couldn't hack it here.

[panting]

What did you ever know about me anyhow?

Did you ever even know me?

[panting]

Musk thistle.

[panting]

Milkweed.

Kinnikinnick.

Oh, Steller's jay.

Steller's jay.

Steller's jay.

[water gurgling]

[chuckles]

You look like a damn koala bear.

Or one of those cat posters?

"Hang in there."

[chuckles]

Hang in there.

That's funny.

You sure as hell aren't gonna sneak up on anything

clowning around like that..

...especially not the bull elk we've been following

these last two miles.

A bull elk?

See these tracks along here?

Walk one, wait five. Okay?

Don't skyline yourself. Stay low.

Shh.

Sometimes the best stalking

is standing still.

Yeah.

There we go.

Shh, shh. Gun down, gun down.

Put your gun down.

Right on top of that ledge right there.

- You see it? - Yeah. Yeah.

Quiet yourself.

You gotta be so quiet right now.

It's way up close.

- Alright? Just follow me. - Yeah.

Alright. You got eyes on him?

Alright, safety off, safety off.

Now, deep breath now. Yeah.

[exhaling slowly] Just let it out as you squeeze the trigger.

And then you pull it soft, but sure.

Alright?

[exhales slowly]

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[gunshot]

[chuckles] You got it!

Always approach from behind

so he can't lash at you with his hooves.

Get hold of his rack, in case he's not dead.

[grunts]

[coughs]

Good. Get it out of your system.

I need you to help me dress out our elk

before nightfall.

We'll drag him to cover

and quarter Sir Elk in the morning.

You ready to gut him?

[laughs]

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

It's right here. Take it, David.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[inhales deeply]

Hm..

I guess I'm getting to be like your grandfather.

[chuckles]

He was a railroader. Route manager.

After school I'd stop by the station.

He'd be asleep, face flat on his desk

timetables damp with drool.

[laughing]

After we checked mom into St. Anne's

for the last time it became chronic..

They called it narcolepsy.

It got him his pension..

...but I think he just didn't care much

for being awake alone for so many empty hours.

[humming]

[opera song]

[humming]

It used to be a tablespoon

and then she wrote in half a tablespoon.

[humming]

[song continues]

Ah..

[humming]

I still love that part.

[humming]

Stomach cancer.

Your Grandmother Chloe was only 51, David.

And her last three years were total hell.

[Cal sighs]

[sighs]

Don't you dare let me go out that way.

You never told me about your moose.

You said you, you killed a moose

when you were my age.

Oh, yeah.

[chuckles]

For my birthday

my father gave me the.30-30 I gave you.

He said it was lucky.

Said it was a man's gun.

I was so sure I'd get my moose

my hands were shaking.

Your grandfather called it buck fewer.

My heart was in my throat. My mind was mush.

What does a moose look like?

Did you just ask me what a moose looks like?

What's he gonna do when he sees me?

What kind of thing is he gonna do? I need to know.

Right.

He's gonna be pitch-black, a little stupid.

He might not even see you or he could charge you.

[grunts]

[blows air]

[laughs]

Alright?

Hey..

...just don't mix this up.

I'm the ugly one in the Elmer-Fudd hat.

Alright?

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[breathing heavily]

[screaming]

I was furious with myself.

And I was sure that moose would be gone.

You're done in.

[wind howling]

You'd best get to bed. Big day tomorrow.

Let's go, Dawid.

Now.

[panting]

Come on.

The snow is not our friend.

I had half a mind at breakfast

to let the bull lie

and pack us straight down out of here.

Probably smarter, easier in the long run.

I could come back on snowshoes next week

but by then it might be three feet deep

and starting to drift.

[panting]

We'll get two quarters out today.

It'll make it easier for you later.

Is that alright?

I expect I ought to leave it up to you.

The snow... it's beautiful.

If it stops soon, we're fine, but..

No, dad... I don't want you to do

anything different because of me.

I wanna know how to do this.

David.

Fresh kill.

Here you go.

That blood's still warm.

What happened?

It looks like the work of our griz.

No. No, it must be a mother bear.

She's got a cub with her.

How can you tell?

Do you see those smaller tracks?

It looks to be wounded, dragging its feet.

That might even be two cubs.

Dad.

What is that?

Dad.

Oh, Christ.

That's one of the cubs.

A yearling.

Brains have been licked clean out.

[breathing heavily]

Come on, David. Now! Quick, follow me now.

What?

[breathing heavily]

Good sight lines, all directions.

The brains. Why did she do that?

Oh, she didn't. Another bear got her cub.

A male. She fought him for the body and won.

If we see her, you pick the nearest big tree

and you climb it, alright?

If she comes up after you

you stick your gun in her mouth and you fire.

- Okay. - You can't miss.

- Okay. - You got it?

Yeah.

- Is your rifle cocked? - Uh, hang on.

Cock it. Put on the safety.

[bear growling]

Yeah, we'll make fast work of Mr. Elk

and be headed home.

[bird squawking]

[panting]

Hey.

Eating snow takes more energy than it gives you.

That's surefire dehydration.

I'm thirsty. Dad.

Alright. Alright.

Why don't you fill our canteens?

It's heavy work hauling meat.

You stay where I can see you.

[grunting]

[water gurgling]

[tree creaking]

[bear growling]

[panting]

[bear growling]

[bear whimpering]

[bear growling]

[bear whimpering]

[grunting]

[bear growling]

[bear whimpering]

[bear growling]

David!

[bear growling]

David!

Aah! Aah!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[bear growling]

Get up, David!

Grab hold! You climb!

That sow, she's gonna come back for her cub.

- Now, come on! - Dad.

Climb as high as you can. Come on!

[grunting]

- David, take this. - Ah..

Dad, I can't hold on to the tree and the gun. Dad.

- David. - Dad, I can't do it.

- David, take it. - Dad. No, dad.

- I can't breathe, dad. - Hurry!

Dad, I can't hold on to the.. Ah!

[gunshot]

Dad!

Dad.

[panting]

Dad!

Dad!

[panting]

- Uh.. - Dad!

[bear growling]

[panting]

Dad! Dad, the bear!

Come on, dad, get up. Get up, dad.

Dad, the mama bear! Get up!

[panting]

[bear growling]

[panting]

[bear growling]

[panting]

[groans]

Dad.

[Cal groaning]

[mumbles]

[grunts] Wake up!

[panting]

[Cal groaning]

[Cal groaning]

- Dad, I'm scared. - Alright, it's alright.

We're both gonna bleed to death.

[panting]

Let me see your hand, David.

I'm not gonna hurt you. Okay?

[groaning]

[Cal groaning]

[Cal screaming]

How bad is the exit wound?

It's bad. It's a really big hole.

It's, it's a lot of blood.

Tourniquet.

[Cal groaning]

[screaming]

[groaning]

It went through my knee.

I'm not gonna be able to walk.

Here. Help me get to that tree.

[groans]

- Come on. Here. - Ah!

Come on.

[panting]

David, you can find your way back to the cabin.

- You can. - Dad, no.

Dad, I'm not leaving you.

Alright, you listen.

You listen carefully, alright?

We don't have to worry about freezing.

And your hand is gonna be alright, okay?

The doctor will fix it up good as new.

I promise you that.

If I try to walk out on this leg

it's gonna bleed and keep bleeding.

I could bleed to death. You hear me?

I'm staying here and burrowing in

and you're walking out to get help.

I'm sorry. It's what we have to do.

You can't possibly get lost. Alright?

Just follow that trail down the way we came up

and you'll come to the meadow and the pond

and you point yourself toward that big pine

with the forked crown. You remember?

- Hey! - Yeah.

- You remember? - Yeah.

Alright. That way you'll find our creek.

Now, you may not, you may not see it at first

but you make yourself quiet and you'll hear it

okay?

You listen for running water.

And once you find that, you follow it down

you'll pass the sheepman's hut.

You'll come to the Land Rover.

Dad, I've never driven a car.

You haven't? No. That's okay. That's okay.

Alright, it's simple.

The clutch is the only hard part.

You just have to learn...

Dad, dad, dad. I..

I can't.

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

Just up over that hump

and it's all downhill, alright?

Come on.

[groaning]

[grunting]

- Ah! - Come on.

Dad, come on. Dad.

[Cal screams]

[groaning]

Hand me your rifle.

The lucky one.

Click. The safety. Remember?

- Click. - Alright.

I should have made sure.

You must always make sure.

Come on.

[groaning]

Damn. This crutch is useless.

Useless!

You'll have to drag me.

Okay, we can, we can make some kind of sled.

A sled?

Yes, a sled, a goddamn sled, David.

Okay, well, just, just tell me what to do

and I'll do it.

I'm pretty good at making things.

No, no, no.

Ah, it'd take too long.

We have no rope, no runners.

What we could cobble together

won't skid for shit.

We'll lose too much time.

I can carry you.

It's the one thing I'm good at

when they make us work out.

Dead lift.

Dead lift?

That's pretty funny.

- I can do it. - Alright.

Gravity's on our side. Yeah.

I never would have thought of it

but your dead lift may just save you.

Save us, dad.

Yeah.

[grunts]

- You ready? - Yeah, I'm ready.

Okay. Three, two, one.

[groaning]

Ah, God! Okay.

- Ooh. - Okay. Okay. Okay.

[grunting]

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

[grunting]

Whoa!

[groaning]

[David breathing heavily]

We'll stop for a while and let you rest.

Alright, you can set me down here.

[grunting]

You can set me down, David.

[groaning]

I get it. No resting. No talking.

You're not gonna get your first kill.

Not this time around.

That's okay. Next year.

Just tell me about yours.

Mine?

Your first kill. Your moose.

Yeah.

Sir Moose. Where was I?

Stuck in the muck.

I was sure that moose would be gone

but there it was, bigger than life.

[panting]

[gun cocking]

[exhales slowly]

[moose groaning]

The damn thing honked like 11 elephants

in a circus-train fire.

I thought it was charging at me

but it was heading for the riwer.

I was as alive as I've ever been.

[groaning]

- You okay? - Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm alright.

I'm alright.

[panting]

Oh, that's not good. Not good at all.

We'll rest now.

- I'm not tired, dad. - We'll rest.

- I can keep going. - We'll rest.

I'm tired.

Yeah.

To get off this mountain..

...we're gonna have to feed you.

It should cut easy.

We're not gutting him.

We just want his belly meat.

Alright. Alright.

Give me that knife.

There.

Eat it.

The fat too.

Especially the fat.

Now we'll cook the rest further on.

I don't wanna build a fire here

and taunt mama griz.

There you go. Good.

Baby-bear sushi.

It's getting cold.

Bitch cold. Come on.

Let's go before your sweat freezes.

[instrumental music]

- Are we at the hut? - No.

We're not even at the meadow.

You're shivering, dad.

We need to build a fire.

- A fire. - Yeah.

- Before dark. - Yeah.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[fire crackling]

[whistles]

[whistles]

[leaves rustling]

[whistles]

[whistles]

Dad.

Dad.

The, uh, the sky's clearing up.

Why?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's clearing up.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Good as any brisket in Texas?

It's better.

Hm..

[Cal shivering]

[bear growling]

[bear growling]

Dad?

[grunting]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[rifle cocking]

Click.

[bear growling]

Click.

Click.

Click.

[grunting]

Dad?

[coughing]

Dad? Dad, dad, what's happening?

[coughing]

Are you choking? Dad? Dad, what's wrong?

- You're scaring me, dad. - I'm cold. I'm so cold.

[coughing]

[groaning]

[panting]

Okay. You're okay, dad. You're okay.

[breathing heavily]

You're okay.

[sobbing] You can't die on me, dad.

[sobbing]

[crying]

You can't die on me, dad.

[sobbing] You can't die on me.

You can't.

[sobbing] You can't.

You can't die on me. You can't.

You can't die on me. You can't.

[sobbing]

Meadow.

Pond.

Snag.

Trail.

Hut.

Creek.

Land Rower.

[grunts]

Meadow. Pond.

Snag.

Trail.

Hut.

Creek.

Land Rover.

Road. Cabin.

[grunts]

Meadow. The meadow.

[grunting]

But where is the beaver pond?

Where's the beaver pond?

[breathing heavily]

The pond, dad.

Do you see it?

Yes. A bull pine.

[chuckles]

The snag, dad, the snag.

[panting]

I can't tell if it's the right one.

I don't know where the pond is.

I... I don't know which way down is.

I don't know where the canyon ends.

There.

That way. Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

[grunting]

Okay. Okay.

Okay, just talk to me, dad.

Just tell me what I need to do.

[breathing heavily]

You're doing what needs doing.

[grunting]

Finish your story, dad.

Oh. You need to know this.

You need to know.

Sir Moose, he knew he'd be safe

if he could cross the river..

...but the current was heavy.

He was swept within 20 yards of my father.

My father said he newer saw more personality

come into the face of a wild animal.

[exhales sharply]

He said that he and the mountain were one.

[rifle cocking]

Hey!

I wasn't gonna let him get away.

[gunshot]

I got him! I got him!

- What are you doing? - I got him! I got him!

What do you think you're doing? What are you doing?

[grunting]

Why didn't you shoot him?

You had him dead to rights.

That's because he looked me in the eye.

He knew I could kill him, but I couldn't take him.

The river was gonna take him.

What you did..

...that isn't hunting, Cal.

That's killing.

[instrumental music]

That was the last day my father and I

hunted together.

I should have known better.

I should have known.

I should have known.

I never killed another animal

I didn't need for meat.

I'm sorry, David.

Shh. Dad.

We never should have gone back for that elk.

We'll get to the tree and the creek.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Then we can talk some more, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

[grunting]

[music continues]

Yes.

The bull pine. Is that it, dad?

Is that gonna lead us to the creek?

Just talk to me, dad.

I can't find it.

[grunting] I've crossed the goddamn meadow

I found the goddamn tree

I can't find the creek, dad.

[grunting]

It's okay, dad.

We'll just, we'll just keep going, right?

I get it. We'll just..

We'll just keep going.

Running water.

Okay, walk one..

...wait five.

Quiet yourself.

Just breathe.

[water gurgling]

[chuckles]

[water gurgling]

[sighs]

Aah! Aah!

[grunts]

Okay.

[panting]

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, okay. Come on, David.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

You can't possibly get lost.

[panting]

Landmarks.

Landmarks.

Go to high ground and find 'em.

Alright. Go to high ground.

[panting]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[panting]

That's..

That's the wrong creek.

This is the wrong creek going the wrong way.

[panting]

Ours ran to the right.

This one's going to the left.

I know that much. I don't care.

This will lead us to the shepherd's hut

right, dad?

Or to a river?

All water leads to water.

All rivers lead to men.

Yeah. We'll follow the creek then.

[grunting]

At least it knows where it's going.

[cell phone chiming]

[chiming continues]

[birds chirping]

[David panting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[neck snapping]

[panting]

[panting]

[shivering]

Hey, dad. Wake up. Come on.

Dad, dad.

Dad.

Here. Come on.

Here. Come on. There you go.

Okay, just chew on it. Okay? Just chew.

Just chew. Chew.

Dad. Dad, come on. You gotta eat, dad. Okay?

Come on.

Here.

Come on.

[birds chirping]

No.

That's good.

[grunting]

[aircraft droning]

[panting]

Hey, dad. Don't... don't you worry.

We'll make it ho... home.

I'll get you home. I promise you.

I promise. I promise.

See that sky there?

That's, that's tomorrow's sky. Yes.

[grunting]

Cold tonight

and, and clear tomorrow.

It's gonna be, it's gonna be..

It's gonna be bitch cold tonight.

It's, it's gonna be bitch cold.

Just, just, just..

Here.

This is yours.

All of it.

It only forever belongs to you.

Hope you're hungry. We're cooking elk steaks.

Our elk.

How's your hand?

Hm.

Uh, son..

Love.

[birds chirping]

[David panting]

It's so cold.

It's so cold.

[coughing]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

Burning daylight.

[grunts] I'm burning daylight.

Yes. Best get a move on.

I said I'd get a grouse and I did.

I'm damn sure I did.

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[sobbing]

[grunts]

[grunting]

We had a, uh, a Land Rover..

...parked somewhere, but..

...I can't find it.

This is my father.

[groaning]

Oh! I've got you.

[groaning]

[fire crackling]

We need a doctor. A man's been shot.

Yes, it's bad.

That's right. Very end of River Road.

Thank you.

Hey.

Here. Drink this.

Slowly.

[indistinct chatter]

- He what? - Carried him out.

"Carried him out?"

- On his back. I saw it. - How could he?

I don't know, I suppose he couldn't..

...but he did.

[door shuts]

[clears throat]

[footsteps approaching]

I'm sorry, son.

I'm gonna hawe to take a look at you.

[fire crackling]

What's your name, son?

David.

David, I'm sorry.

Your father is dead.

He's been dead for some time.

Probably since early this morning.

I know.

I know that.

[fire crackling]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[whistles]

[instrumental music]

[galloping]

[wind howling]

[birds squawking]

[instrumental music]

♪ Hmm hmm hmm ♪

♪ La la la aah aah ♪

♪ Yeah eh eh ♪

♪ Eh eh eh aah ♪

♪ Aah aa-ah ♪

♪ Ah aah ♪

♪ Aah hah ♪

♪ Oh yeah heh heh ♪

♪ Aah ah ah ♪

♪ Ah ah aah ♪

♪ Aah ah ah ♪

♪ Aah aah ♪

♪ Oh oh ah ♪

♪ A-a-ah ♪

♪ Ooh a-a-ah ♪

♪ La la-la la-la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la ♪

♪ La-la la la la-la la ♪

♪ Oh yeah yeah ♪♪

[music continues]

[instrumental music]