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All here.

Oh, thank you, mate.

Charles...

isn't this great?

Yeah.

Good afternoon.

MECHANIC: Hi.

Man, what wouldn't I do to get my hands on her?

Get your hands on who?

The Challenger- $20-million airplane.

What did you think I meant?

- Come along, Charles. - Charles, you coming?

- Yeah. - I'm supposed to give you this.

- OK. - Charles Morse the billionaire?

My God, is that who you are?

Yeah.

MAN: Stuff everything into the back.

I've taken the liberty of talking to the pilot.

I've checked the engine log. The plane's in good shape.

Good avionics. The fella's been around.

Try not 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 all dead. - Absolutely.

Especially this time of year.

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

We'll be fine.

- I said you'd have a good time. - Yeah.

When will you require your plane?

- Bob? - They want the film in 34 hours.

I'd say 8:00 tomorrow night.

- Eight o'clock tomorrow night. - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Oh, no!

You can't handle this northern weather?

- I'll be all right. - It's your own fault.

WOMAN: Hey, is that a new watch?

Yeah. Dual time zone. Tells the time in two places.

What for?

If I want to know the time in New York,

I don't have to add three.

CHARLES: Look there.

Right there.

So you built this place with your own hands?

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

OK, right this way, folks.

You don't have to worry about keys 'cause we got no locks.

Kitchen is always open. You can fix whatever you like.

The bedrooms and outhouses are upstairs.

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.

To get a truly unselfconscious photograph,

you almost have to go 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.

I'd be out hunting with him right now if you weren't here...

and I had my rifle sighted in.

You interested in books?

Yeah. Why can't you get your rifle sighted in?

What?

Why can't you get your rifle sighted in?

Need to rig up a bench rest.

CHARLES: An ironing board makes a good bench rest.

No disrespect... I'm surprised you know what a bench rest is.

Charles knows what everything is.

Got a question, ask him. Charles knows everything.

Take a mighty accomplished man to claim that.

I don't claim anything.

WOMAN: Ask him. See if I'm wrong.

- Bet you can't stump him. - Bet you I can.

Tell you what...

I will give you $5. 00...

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?

Uh, it's a symbol of the Cree Indians.

On one side there's the panther,

on the other, his prey, the rabbit.

He sits unafraid. He smokes his pipe.

It's a traditional motif.

Why is he unafraid?

Because he's smarter than the panther.

Ha! Sir... you impress me.

Oh. Thank you.

Amazing accomplishment.

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

Is that so?

Yeah.

I seem to retain all these facts,

but putting them to any useful purpose is another matter.

MAN: Hmm.

Oh, hey, listen up, folks.

We got a problem with bears around here.

Never leave food uncovered, even in the lodge.

Never.

You see a bear near you, stand still.

Let him know that you know that he sees you.

And back up, hmm? Real slow.

Anybody's in trouble, get my attention.

I'll be on it like a duck on a June bug.

Now, make yourselves comfortable.

I think I'm going to bed.

Shut up!

Lord, I'm bushed.

New book?

Yes. It's about surviving in the wilderness.

You're always reading something.

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

Huh?

You know why she gave me the book?

That guy gave me the creeps with all that talk about the bear.

Why she gave you the book?

Because you're the salt of the earth.

Oh, is that so?

You're the most excellent man. That's why I married you.

And you're the only woman I've ever wanted.

Well, then... see what a lucky guy you are?

Yes, I do.

CHARLES: This is a special day for me.

I know it is. I'm really glad you came away with us.

You should get away more often.

Charles.

Yeah?

Can you go downstairs and get me a sandwich?

Yeah, OK. Of course.

Did I ever tell you you're an angel?

No.

Everything but the wings.

A sandwich.

Aah!

Surprise!

Oh, my God. Charles, are you all right?

Christ, Charles. Are you all right?

Jesus, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Are you all right?

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

- Uh-huh. - You sure?

EVERYONE SINGING: Happy birthday, Dear Charles!

Happy birthday.

So you didn't forget.

I could never forget you.

I could never forget. Come here, baby.

- Yes, sir! Yes, sir. - A glass of champagne.

Champagne for Charles!

Thank you. Thank you.

Blow out the candle, Charles.

May I have your attention for a moment, please?

Can I get serious for a moment?

Charles, thank you for your good nature,

your intelligence, your generosity.

Yeah.

Uh, forgive us for this charade.

And in short, happy birthday.

ALL: Happy birthday, Charles. CHARLES: Thank you.

To a good companion, a good friend, and a good sport.

And a very brave man.

MAN: Hear, hear!

Here.

Thank you. Ah.

Right.

Oh, Mickey, that's beautiful.

There's an engraving inside.

What's it say, Charles?

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

'from the luckiest woman in the world."

ALL: Ohh...

This is a superb present. Thank you.

MICKEY: May you wear it in good health.

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

Thank you.

MAN: Ooh... SECOND MAN: What is it?

- Oh, look at that! - Good knife.

CHARLES: It's beautiful.

Give him a coin. You got to give the donor a coin.

Old superstition.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

STEPHEN: Give him a coin?

If someone gives you a knife,

you should give them a coin in return...

or it cuts the friendship.

Thank you, Bob.

Charles.

Getting late. Work day tomorrow. Let's pack it in.

- Happy birthday, Charles. - Happy birthday.

Thanks. Thank you. Good night.

STEPHEN: Come on. WOMAN: Happy birthday.

Thank you.

- Happy birthday to you. - Thank you.

Nice looking lady. Your wife?

Yes. Why do you ask?

Just like to know who everybody is.

STEPHEN: Hold on. It's flaring. Got it.

- OK... and let's go. - Five, six.

All righty.

Beautiful. Really beautiful. Great.

- Yep. - Yeah, that's great.

- Oops. - Could you lift that up?

- Are we on here? - Give me the 180.

- For me? - No, no, no.

ROBERT: One more. Let's go.

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.

ROBERT: Your left ain't bad, either, but rules is rules.

Let's go. Check it, please.

ROBERT: Beautiful. MAN: Huh. Kodiak bear.

Soon kill you as look at you.

And the one's killed a man,

man-hunter for the rest of his life.

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

A man-killing machine.

ROBERT: I'm leaving today, so let's get the shoes polished.

Do I need to walk you through this whole thing?

- No, the shoes- - Scrap the shoes.

What the-for God's sakes, this isn't brain surgery.

It's a fucking pair of shoes. 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. Afount of information.

Shine shoes with a banana. You should know that.

He's sick, Bob. James is sick.

Well, how sick is he?

He'd have to get better to die.

Ha!

That guy.

That guy. He's the guy for my photograph.

Excuse me. Where is this guy? He's your friend, right?

Where is this guy in the photo?

This is the guy we want, not some fucking model.

Where-where is he?

Jack Hawk? Cabin up north, 80 miles.

ROBERT: Does he have a phone?

MAN: No phone, no radio. He'll likely be out hunting.

ROBERT: Well, then we'll just go and find him. Let's go.

Seems you can make a compass out of a needle.

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

You spend much time in the woods?

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

Such a... perfect spot.

Such privilege.

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

Yeah.

It is remote, and-

That's true. Now, you think this spot is so remote...

that only the few can enjoy it, but I got a plan.

I got a scheme to develop this lake,

and I think that you could appreciate it.

Now, no need, really, for you to look at these...

'cause you can envision this better than they can draw,

but I want you to look at these figures.

Now, here's the interesting part.

For only 30 or 40 million dollars, you can-

Ah.

I beg your pardon?

I thought for a moment you were just being courteous.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Come on, let's go get him. We'll lose the light.

We lose the light at 4:18.

There's the guy we should've been shooting all along.

He's got some character in his face.

- Charles. - Yeah?

- What's the matter? - Huh?

Uh... no, it's nothing.

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

That's it. I'm jaded.

We're going on an impromptu adventure. You come, too.

MICKEY: Charles on an adventure?

That's right. What do you say, Charles?

We'll be back in two hours.

- Uh... - Get some air under your wings.

All right.

Yeah, OK.

Behold the mighty hunter. Come on.

Hello!

Aw, that's just great.

Our model's gone bear hunting. How butch of him.

Where's he going?

Big Bass Lake, partner!

It's about 20 miles northwest.

And we're left here taking a picture of sweet Fanny Anne.

- What do you say, Charles? - Huh?

ROBERT: We, uh...

- Should we chance it? - Be careful.

ROBERT: Careful of what?

CHARLES: It's a deadfall.

- What's a deadfall? - It's a pit to catch bears.

What are we being careful of?

It's a bear pit.

What do you say? Should we press on? Should we be bold?

You really need to find him?

I need to get that film.

A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.

- What do you say? - OK, let's be bold.

Hey, there's the spirit that beat the Japanese.

Weather coming in from the north. Snow, maybe.

- Could I tell you something? - Hmm? Yeah, if you like.

I admire the way you took that joke last night.

Handled it well. Embarrassing moment.

- I thought you handled it well. - Thank you.

Tough row to hoe, you think about it.

What would that be?

Oh, all that money.

Ah.

A lot of responsibility.

Never knowing who your friends are,

never knowing what people value you for.

Yeah.

Must be tough.

Never feel sorry for a man who owns a plane.

So... what do you value me for, Bob?

Well, I tell you what... I like your style.

And I think your wife's pretty cute, too.

Yes.

So... how are you planning to kill me?

- Oh, fuck! Hold on! - Oh, shit!

- What's happening?! - Oh, no! Jesus!

Aah!

- God damn it! - Look out!

Jesus!

Aah! Aah...

Bob!

OK, get him up. Get him up.

I got him.

Steve. Steve!

Anyone got any matches?

Got any matches?

Help me up.

We'll make a fire right here. Make a fire.

That's better. Yeah.

Come on. Oh, God.

CHARLES: Come on.

Come on. Come on.

That's it. Come on. Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

STEPHEN: I'm cold.

Let's stop fucking about, shall we, and get the guy warm.

Hey, come on. We need those. We need them.

Come on, Stephen, come on. Come here.

ROBERT: I let the fire burn out.

CHARLES: We've only got a few flares left.

Shouldn't we keep them for signaling?

What we need is...

What we want is wood - quite a bit of it, for a signal fire.

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 there, they'll see the note.

Oh.

ROBERT: I'm afraid we're in for a walk.

What's that mean, "we're in for a walk"?

What the fuck does that mean?

I once read an interesting book.

It said that most people lost in the wilds, they...

CHARLES: They die of shame. STEPHEN: What?

Yeah.

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.

They didn't do the one thing that would've saved their lives.

And what is that, Charles?

Thinking.

Look. Steve, look.

All right, here's the lodge.

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

This is where we did go-

through this pass, mountains, river.

They'll be looking for us in the south, all right?

If we can get back south of this pass by tonight,

we can use the flares.

How do we find it in the woods?

Head south.

Aha. We head south. How do we know which way is south?

OK, uh...

Look.

Point the hour hand at the sun.

Halfway between the hour hand and 12:00 is south.

This is broken. Give me your watch.

Mine's busted, too.

- Steve? - It's lost.

OK. All right, I'll tell you.

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

- What if we can't see them? - Sorry I got us into this!

Stop that! Stop it!

Just stop it.

- Where are you going? - Gonna make a compass.

Uh...

Right. You take a needle, rub it on silk, magnetize it.

And, uh...

Here, place it on a leaf. Here.

You have a compass.

Who travels with a needle?

Ah.

Here.

Ha ha! Oh, shit.

You see? It works.

It works.

That peak is south.

- What if it isn't? - Huh?

It is. Has no choice. It's drawn by the Earth's magnetism.

I know how it works, Charles.

Good. Then you know. That's south.

What do we do when we get there?

Take another sighting.

It doesn't feel south, Charles.

Just because you're lost doesn't mean your compass is broken.

Come on.

The Vikings would steer their ship with a rope.

A rope? How'd they do that, Charles?

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.

Then they'd trail this long rope behind the ship,

pointing it at those two points - the hill or whatever.

You might want to conserve your breath.

Oh, yeah. Yeah!

Got to get through by nightfall.

Come on.

What are the odds that they'll see us,

that they'll see the flares?

ROBERT: Damn fine.

You think so?

I don't know, but I have to say so, don't I?

ROBERT: City boy.

- Charles. - Yeah?

Is it my diseased imagination, or did you say,

"How are you planning to kill me?"

- Did you say that? - Yeah.

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

For my wife.

- For Mickey? - Yeah.

That's a bizarre way to meet girls.

I'd kill you to get next to your wife?

I've seen you with her.

Charles, baby...

ROBERT: We work together.

CHARLES: No. I've seen the way you are.

No offense, Charles, but I can get my own girl,

if you've noticed since we've known each other.

And P. S., you're a powerful guy.

Why would I want to antagonize you, Charles?

For the money.

Oh.

The money.

Now it's the broad, now it's the boodle. Nothing is safe.

Rich man. All anybody wants is to take something from you,

and when they want it bad enough, to kill you.

You know something, Charles? The rich are different.

STEPHEN: How far do you think it is?

Can't be more than about 10 miles.

- Aah! - What?

A stitch. A stitch in my side.

- Find a round stone. - What?

Find a round stone. Spit under it.

Old Indian remedy?

Yeah, that's right.

You think I'm a fool.

No. Old Indian remedy. Makes sense.

Make him slow down, find a round stone,

take his mind off it, make him stretch, bend over.

You think I'm a fool because of what I said.

- About what? - About my wife.

Ah, what you said about your wife.

What I think... I think that you got too much money,

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

paranoia...

We'll all get together when we get back,

you and me and your wife, and we'll get into a hot tub...

and, um... bare our feelings, and, um...

Look, even if I wanted to kill you, I need you to get home,

you fucking idiot.

Needing people. Isn't it a bitch?

- Who are we talking about? - Fannie Farmer.

The mother of level measurement here.

- Good to know you have a hero. - Oh, cheering up, are we?

Regaining our impertinent, feisty demeanor, eh?

It's good of you to notice.

- Knows all, tells all.

Wait.

Listen, listen.

Come on.

Come on!

Charles, come on!

We'll never make it. Now, then...

This tree. Come on! Hurry. Pull!

Steve, now! Pull! Help me!

Come on.

One, two, three!

Up!

Up!

OK.

STEPHEN: Come on!

STEPHEN: Easy!

STEPHEN: Keep coming!

STEPHEN: Charles, go!

- Yes! - Take it easy, Charles.

Look out! Look out. Come on.

- Charles, it's OK. - You got it. Come on!

- Just keep coming! - Come on, Charles!

STEPHEN: Just keep coming, Charles.

STEPHEN: Keep coming! CHARLES: Aah...

STEPHEN: Charles!

STEPHEN: Charles! Shit! ROBERT: Hang on!

ROBERT: Oh-Jesus!

STEPHEN: Charles, hang on! Hang on!

Charles! Char-

Hold on!

Aah...

ROBERT: Charles, hang on! CHARLES: Aah!

- You OK? - Yeah.

Let's go.

CHARLES: Oh, God.

CHARLES: I lost the flares.

ROBERT: We'll get by. CHARLES: How?

ROBERT: I've got, uh... six matches left.

ROBERT: A signal fire. CHARLES: No.

ROBERT: We'll make a signal fire. The plane will see us.

Charles? Snap out of it, Charles.

It's gonna be fine, Charles. It's gonna be fine.

Which way is it, Charles?

It's up there.

Man, come on.

Oh, God. Aah.

- You OK? - Yeah.

OK.

You saved me.

Get over it. I need you to navigate.

You saved me.

I couldn't kill you with Stephen around.

I'd have to kill him, too.

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.

CHARLES: I lost the bloody flares.

ROBERT: Hey, remember you told me why people die in the woods?

CHARLES: Yeah, they die of shame.

ROBERT: Take a lesson from it.

We want to get up-top of that rise, high as possible-

let the plane see the fire.

Why would they even come looking for us?

Know what happens when you misplace a billionaire?

Gonna make some story when we get back home.

Yes. Quite a change from, "That cab driver was so rude to me."

ROBERT: See anything?

No.

CHARLES: Let's go.

Oh, my God.

STEPHEN: Oh, shit.

CHARLES: OK, let's see.

Hey, maybe the buckle threw it off.

- What are we gonna do? - Well...

What are we going to do, OK? We're going to die out here!

Nobody knows where we are,

and we don't know what the hell we're doing here!

What are we gonna do? We're gonna die!

Nobody knows where we are. We got nothing to eat!

All right, Steve. Look.

Look here. This is what we're gonna do.

You see this? Gonna make a spear, all right?

You... you want me to make a fucking spear?

Yeah. We need you to make one for fishing.

Go on, take that. Take it.

Good. Fine. OK, you can do that.

They'll never find us.

They will. And even if they don't, we'll walk out of here.

Do as I say.

I'm gonna make a fire. Come on! Get on with it.

It'll be OK.

What is he gonna do, make a spear?

Is he gonna fish for our dinner?

I wanted to give him something to do, that's all.

Are they gonna come for us? You are an important guy, right?

Right?

Look, I'm talking to you!

What would you like to do, huh? Should we lay down and die?

Should we lie down and die?!

There's nobody here but us.

Have I missed something?

You're right. You're right. I'm sorry.

OK.

STEPHEN: God!

Shit!

Shit.

CHARLES: Take your hands away. STEPHEN: Aah...

STEPHEN: Oh! Oh, it's... CHARLES: Take your hands away.

Shit! What have I done? What have I done?

STEPHEN: Oh, shit...

Jesus.

It's deep.

I'm not gonna lose my leg!

It'll be all right.

STEPHEN: Oh...

- Press down, both hands. - OK.

- Keep them there. - OK.

All right? OK.

OK.

CHARLES: I'm gonna pull this tight, OK?

Wait! All right.

CHARLES: OK.

Bury this.

CHARLES: Start building the fire.

- You'll be all right.

CHARLES: Is that all right? Not too tight?

STEPHEN: No, it's great. CHARLES: Good.

CHARLES: Well, it's a clean cut. It bled clean.

CHARLES: If we change the bandages regularly,

it should knit up fine.

Guess I'm no lumberjack.

Ah...

You're doing fine, Steve. Fine.

- You know something? - What?

You're all right.

Am I?

No, I mean it. Very thoughtful man.

- Thank you. - And I appreciate it.

It's my pleasure.

STEPHEN: Are we getting out of here?

CHARLES: Yes, we are. STEPHEN: How are we getting out?

CHARLES: Uh...

OK, you see this...

See that constellation?

Cassiopeia-the big W.

OK... try the right edge of the W.

Points to the North Star. The North Star is north.

Tomorrow, we walk south to the river.

The river will take us home.

Will it work better than that compass?

- Yeah.

I hope so.

Why do people die in the woods?

They die of shame.

Yeah.

Puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

What's that?

Out here. A little different from the fashion world.

Different from snorting coke off the girls' hipbones.

In what way?

Charles, you know, you're starting to loosen up.

You think so?

That's my report.

- Huh? - So?

What?

He's not that badly hurt.

Then what are our chances when all is said and done?

We can walk out of here and probably die,

or we can stay here, and he'll certainly 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.

ROBERT: What's the difference? STEPHEN: Hey!

CHARLES: We must get them down! ROBERT: Why?

They put the smell of blood in the air!

- Hey!

ROBERT: I'm not climbing a tree in the middle of a thunderstorm!

CHARLES: We have to get it down! ROBERT: You climb the tree!

CHARLES: Give me a hand. I'll get them down.

STEPHEN: Oh, shit! CHARLES: What?

Oh, shit! Oh, sh-

Aah! Whoa! Oh, shit! Oh!

ROBERT: Charles, stay back! CHARLES: Go away!

Aah!

CHARLES: Hyah! ROBERT: Charles!

Charles, stay back!

CHARLES: Bob!

ROBERT: For God's sake, Charles!

Come on, Charles!

STEPHEN: Stop!

Steve!

Steve!

Oh, God.

Come on! Come on!

We navigate by the stars.

We travel by night if there's a moon.

We can't live out the winter here.

The river will take us out.

They won't look for us this far north?

We have to walk out.

Ah.

What do we eat?

I'm working on it.

Aah ha ha ha ha!

Whoo!

CHARLES: How about that?

Yeah!

Hey, is...

Hang on.

Come on!

Come on!

Wait!

Wait!

No!

No! Wait! Stop!

Oh, God.

Did you know that you can make fire from ice?

You can make fire from ice.

Hello! I'm talking to you.

Do you know how that could be done? Bob?

Can you think?

You... moneyed folk, isn't it?

- Isn't it? - Fire from ice. You know how?

Sit up there, drinks and golf, screwing the maid,

but get you in an emergency...

- Try. - And you bloom.

You make me sick, you know that?

I'm sure I do.

You fuckin' make me sick!

I mean, what puts you off? Jews and taxes!

Fire from ice. Can you think how?

I don't want to know, Charles!

You have anything you'd like to live for? Hmm?

You know something? You know something?

Maybe we were right to have let people like you...

run this country all these years.

You're the only ones dense enough!

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

Making a decision tree, is that it?

That's it, Bob.

We can't think they'd come back?

No. You shouldn't think they would come back.

They've scouted this area, and they'll move on.

All right.

All right.

Fire from ice.

Let's have it.

Ice, if you take it into your hands,

can be molded into a lens...

...which will concentrate sunlight into fire.

Hmm?

I doubt we'll be reduced to that. We still have the matches.

I believe that's all we'll need.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

CHARLES: Well, there's, uh... there's fish in there.

What will we use for tackle? How will we 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.

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

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

Why don't you rest... and gather some wood?

Bob! He's a man-killer. Been following us the whole time.

He's stalking us.

Come on!

He's toying with us.

What are we going to do, Charles?

Huh?

What, do I have a plan?

Am I supposed to have a plan? You tell me.

We can't move. It won't let us eat.

Well... we're going to starve up here.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna kill him.

CHARLES: 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?

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.

Indian boys used to run up to the bear and slap him-

count coup on him as a test of manhood.

No, no, Charles. How are we going to lure him?

Blood.

Blood!

We'll have to distract him, of course.

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

Do you believe it, Bob? You believe it?

- I don't know, Charles. - Huh?

- I don't think it'll work. - It will work!

No.

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

You can't kill the bear, Charles. He's...

He's ahead of us all the time, like he's reading our minds.

He's stalking us, for God's sakes!

You want to die out here, huh?

Well, then die. But I tell you what...

I'm not gonna die. No, sirree. I'm not gonna die.

No, I'm gonna kill the bear.

Say, "I'm gonna kill the bear."

Say it. "I'm gonna kill the bear. I'm gonna kill the bear!"

Say it!

- I'm gonna kill the bear. - Say it again!

- I'm gonna kill the bear. - And again!

I'm gonna kill the bear!

Good. What one man can do, another can do.

What one man can do, another can do.

Say it again!

What one man can do, another can do!

- And again! - What one man can do...

another can do!

Yeah! You're goddamn right.

'Cause today... I'm a-gonna kill the motherfucker.

Come on.

Come on.

- Now.

Run!

Aah! Oof!

Come on.

- Come on! - All right.

Aah!

Aah!

- Hey!

CHARLES: Come on, you son of a bitch!

CHARLES: Hey!

Get him in the neck, Charles!

Jesus. Jesus!

Over here! Come on! Come on!

Aah!

Come on, you son of a bitch!

Look out. Look out! Look out!

Come on!

CHARLES: Hey!

- Come on! Charles! - Aah!

Charles!

Aah! Ohh!

Aah!

- Hyah!

Come and get me! Get me! Come and get-

Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on, you son of a bitch!

Aah!

Come here, you motherfucker! Come and get me!

Charles!

- Come and get me! - Charles!

Come on! Come on, get me! Come on, get me!

ROBERT: Look out!

Charles, look out! Charles!

Aah!

- Unh!

Char-

Charles?

Charles?

Wish we had some salt.

You know, you can... you can season meat with gunpowder.

Did you know that?

Wish we had some gunpowder.

I don't suppose you made one for me?

Yeah.

Hey... ahem.

- What do you think? - Oh, yeah.

What's the matter, Charles?

Nothing.

No, really. What?

All my life, I wanted to do something that was...

...that was unequivocal.

Well, Charlie, I certainly thinkt his qualifies.

It's something.

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

A month ago, Smokey would've reared up,

you probably would've called your lawyer.

Nah. I wouldn't do that to an animal.

OK?

CHARLES: So I said, uh...

I said, "If this is my life, then this is my life."

But you can change your life.

That's what I'm telling you.

Yeah. Is that true?

Well, why wouldn't it be true?

Because I never knew anybody who did actually change their lives.

I tell you what...

I'm going to start my life over.

ROBERT: Yeah.

You'd be the first.

Yeah.

No one's been here for quite a while.

- What do you make of it? - If we're here...

That canoe's gonna take us right out.

You know what we got to do? Find out if that canoe floats.

Yeah.

Hey, it floats!

Yeah.

Cup of tea?

Yeah.

- Ain't got that fire lit yet? - No.

Drinking the other fellow's supplies?

Get back... I'll send him a check.

ROBERT: Send him a check. CHARLES: Yeah.

Hell of an adventure, eh, Charles?

Yeah, wasn't it?

You know...

ROBERT: I ought to tell you...

ROBERT: If I'd had my camera, I would've made my fortune.

Made my fortune.

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

It still has some... sentimental value.

I suppose it does.

Can I see your watch, Bob?

My watch?

Don't work. I told you. Busted.

I know... I know it doesn'twork, 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.

You had no business with that broad, anyway.

You know you don't.

You know you don't, Charles.

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 said,

"There goes a guy with a plane."

"There goes a guy with a plane."

I'd say you drew tough luck this time, Charles.

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 one thing.

Was it from the first, you and my wife?

Was it from the first, Bob?

Come on, Charles.

Ah. Is that an indelicate question?

Come on, Charles. Done is done.

Well, I'm dying, so... what difference does it make?

Why is that so important to you?

I love her.

I'm sorry. It's time.

- Don't do it. - You live in a dream world.

You always have.

- Now turn your back. - 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.

I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense.

- I don't want to hear it!

How close we've become and how this and how that...

You'd have died out here without me, with all your wealth!

You understand me? I said turn your goddamn back!

- Bob, listen to me. - Don't go anyfurther, 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-aah!

Be careful of the deadfall.

Aah...

Aah... oh, God, Charles. Oh, God!

Aah... oh, God, I think I've broken my...

I think I've broken my leg, Charles.

Oh, God, Charles. Aah!

God. Oh, my God. Oh, God...

Oh, God, Charles, no. Please.

All right.

Aah! Aah...

Now, try and lie still.

All right.

All right.

OK.

OK, Bob.

I'll take a look and see what's wrong.

- I don't feel very well. - Take a shot of this.

All right.

I'm taking a... just going to take a look here.

Ow!

Hold on.

I suppose I only have so much of that in me.

- Yeah. - Charles?

Charles, what is it? What is it, Charles?

I... I don't feel very...

I can't say I feel very well at all, Charles.

Hell of a guy. Hell of a guy. I never told you that.

Fucking shithole of a world, eh, Charles?

Yeah.

Shithole of a world.

Yeah. OK.

- I need you to... - What?

I need you to put pressure on it.

Aah! No-aah!

Bob?

Aah...

Bob?

Yeah.

Jesus.

Ah...

CHARLES: Bob?

Listen.

We're going to get you out of here, OK?

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

You'll be fine.

It must be quite a thing...

Quite a thing... to have so much.

Everybody... wants something from you...

Everybody depending on you.

Don't talk so much.

They're so pushy.

Save your energy.

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

I'm going to take us into shore,

find us a fire, keep you warm.

Hey.

Why would you save a piece of shit like me?

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 hobbyfarm, eh, Charles?

Yeah. Whatever you say, Bob.

The guy who tried to kill you. That's terrific, Charles.

Nah, you wouldn't have done it.

Yes, I would've, you stupid son of a bitch.

Yes, I would.

Well, then... you would.

What'll you do when you get back?

Huh? Ah, it's not important.

It is important to me.

I may not go back.

What do you mean? 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.

Bullshit.

Hey... I'm dying.

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

But wait.

Charles, I got to tell you.

- Charles... - What?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, what I did.

And your wife, Charles... Listen to me, Charles.

She was never in on it, this business...

Doing you in.

I swear it on my life.

Charles...

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.

Hey!

Over here!

Over here!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Over here!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Bob! Ha!

Why is the rabbit unafraid?

'Cause he's smarter than the panther.

Yeah.

REPORTERS SHOUTING: Mr. Morse! Mr. Morse!

MAN: Mr. Morse, Channel 9 News. Can we get a statement, sir?

OFFICER: Hey, hold back. Give the man some space.

MAN: Mr. Morse? SECOND MAN: Mr. Morse?

WOMAN: 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?

MAN: Mr. Morse, the other men, your friends...

My friends...

MAN: What happened to them?

How did they die, sir?

They died...

...saving my life.