- Charles Morse: You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame.
- Stephen: What?
- Charles Morse: 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 that would save their lives.
- Robert Green: And what is that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Thinking.
- Charles Morse: We're all put to the test... but it never comes in the form or at the point we would prefer, does it?
- [after successfully fighting a bear]
- Charles Morse: For all my life, I've have wanted to do something that was, um, that was unequivocal.
- Robert Green: Well, Charlie, I certainly think this qualifies.
- Charles Morse: Or something.
- Robert Green: 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!
- Charles Morse: Nah, I wouldn't do that to an animal.
- Robert Green: [Eating] Wish we had some salt.
- Charles Morse: You know, you can, uh... you can season meat with gunpowder. Did you know that?
- Robert Green: Wish we had some gunpowder.
- Ginny: Is that a new watch?
- Robert Green: Ya, dual time zones; tells the time in two places.
- Ginny: What for?
- Robert Green: So if I'm in L.A. and want to know the time in New York I don't have to go through the anguish of adding three.
- Charles Morse: You saved me.
- Robert Green: Get over it, Charles - I just need you to navigate.
- Charles Morse: You saved my life.
- Robert Green: Well, I couldn't kill you with Stephen around. I'd have to kill him too, and he's the only one that knows how I like my coffee.
- Charles Morse: Come on, you saved my life.
- Robert Green: Buy me something nice when we get home.
- Charles Morse: How'd you like your coffee?
- Robert Green: Huh. I like my coffee like I like my women.
- Stephen: Bitter and murky!
- [moments before the plane flies into a flock of wild birds]
- Charles Morse: So what do you value me for, Bob?
- Robert Green: I like your style, your wife's pretty cute too.
- Charles Morse: So how are you planning to kill me?
- Stephen: [Stephen, Charles and Robert walking up to peak of mountain looking for a place to start a signal fire] Robert why do you think they'll even come looking for us?
- Robert Green: Our friend is a billionaire, you know what happens when you misplace one?
- Reporter #1: Mr. Morse, what happened to your friends?
- Reporter #2: How did they die?
- Charles Morse: They died... saving my life.
- Robert Green: You ain't got that fire lit yet?
- Charles Morse: No, no.
- [Bob takes off his jacket while Charles burns a certificate to start the fire and then starts to drink a bottle of whiskey]
- Charles Morse: Drinking the other fellow's supplies?
- Robert Green: Get back... I'll send them a check.
- [He loghts a cigarette]
- Charles Morse: Send them a check.
- Robert Green: Yeah.
- [He picks up and points the rifle]
- Robert Green: Hell of an adventure, eh, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Yeah, wasn't it?
- [Bob starts to load the rifle]
- Robert Green: You know... I ought to tell you if I'd had my camera out here I would've made my fortune. Made my fortune.
- [Charles inspects the watch]
- Robert Green: That thing's busted to shit, isn't it?
- Charles Morse: Ah, it still has some, uh... sentimental value.
- Robert Green: I suppose it does.
- Charles Morse: Can I see your watch, Bob?
- Robert Green: My watch? Don't work. Told you. Busted.
- Charles Morse: Yeah, I know it's... I know it doesn't work. But could I see it?
- Robert Green: New when we left... Just a piece of junk now.
- Charles Morse: What's the matter, Bob? Can't do it sober? I suppose you don't need me anymore. You can find your own way out of here without me.
- Robert Green: Well, you had no business with that broad anyway. You know you don't. You know that you don't, Charles. I mean... Hey, hey, hey... Look at her. Why did she go with you? Why in the hell did she go with you? Your money. For the love of god, everyone in the world knew that. Are you nuts? You went through the airport with her, everyone that saw you said, "There goes a guy with a plane." "There goes a guy with a plane." Say it was tough luck, Charles. That's what you drew this time.
- Charles Morse: Well...
- Robert Green: That's right.
- Charles Morse: Yeah. "For all the nights." How touching.
- Robert Green: Why torture yourself? It's over now. Let's go outside.
- Mickey Morse: So you built this place by yourself with your own hands?
- Styles: 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.
- Styles: 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.
- James: I've, uh, taken the liberty, sir, of talking to the pilot of the amphibian. I checked the engine log. Plane seems to be in good shape. Good avionics. The fella's been around. I would not advise you to fly under any low ceiling, any possibility of bird strike or ice.
- Robert Green: What's a bird strike?
- Charles Morse: Flocks of migrating birds. If we hit them, we're all dead.
- Robert Green: Yes, absolutely, especially this time of the year.
- James: Any questions, sir? I'll have a chopper here and fly you in and out myself.
- Charles Morse: No, I'm sure we'll be fine.
- Mickey Morse: See? I told you we were gonna have a good time.
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- James: When do you think you'll require your plane back, sir?
- Charles Morse: Bob?
- Robert Green: Uh, they want the film in New York, 36 hours. I'd say 8:00 tomorrow night.
- Charles Morse: 8:00 tomorrow night.
- James: Yes, sir.
- Charles Morse: Thank you.
- [Bob is leading Charles outside at gunpoint]
- Charles Morse: Just tell me this one thing. Was it from the first, you and my wife? Was it from the first, Bob?
- Robert Green: Come on, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Is that an indelicate question?
- Robert Green: Come on, Charles. Done is done.
- Charles Morse: Well, I'm dying, so... What difference does it make?
- Robert Green: Why is that so important to you, Charles?
- Charles Morse: I love her.
- Robert Green: I'm sorry. It's time.
- Charles Morse: Don't do it, Bob.
- Robert Green: You live in a dream world, Charles. You always have. Now turn your back.
- Charles Morse: I'm telling you, you don't have to do it.
- Robert Green: The hell I don't. You know that I do. What the fuck are you thinking? Now turn your back, Charles, and I don't want to hear any more of your goddamn nonsense. I don't want to hear it! How close we've become and how this and how that you stupid son of a bitch. You would've died out here, if not for me, with all your wealth. Do you understand me? I said turn your goddamn back!
- Charles Morse: Bob, listen to me.
- Robert Green: Don't go any further, Charles. I said turn your back.
- [Charles doesn't respond]
- Robert Green: No? You know, life is a short thing, Charles, full of betrayal. In many ways, you're well out of it.
- Charles Morse: Bob...
- Robert Green: Charles, don't!
- [He falls backwards into a deadfall spiked pit trap]
- [Charles and Bob are canoeing to shore]
- Robert Green: Hell of a way to end an outing, eh, Charles?
- Charles Morse: You're going to be fine.
- Robert Green: It must be quite a thing. Quite a thing to have so much. Everybody wants something from you... Everybody depending on you.
- Charles Morse: Don't talk so much.
- Robert Green: So pushy.
- Charles Morse: Why don't you save your energy?
- Robert Green: I... I don't really feel quite a 100%, Charles.
- Charles Morse: I'm going to take us into shore, find us a fire, keep you warm.
- [They reach your where Charles has started a fire]
- Robert Green: Hey. Why would you want to save a piece of shit like me?
- Charles Morse: Well, let's say it's a challenge.
- Robert Green: The sporting aspect of it, eh?
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- Robert Green: No. I know what it is. You never had a buddy. That's the thing, isn't it?
- Charles Morse: That's right.
- Robert Green: Now I'm Your pet project. I'm your.. Hobby farm, eh, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. Whatever you say, Bob.
- Robert Green: The guy who tried to kill you. That's terrific, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Nah, you wouldn't have done it.
- Robert Green: Yes, I would've, you stupid son of a bitch. Yes, I would.
- Charles Morse: Well, then, you would.
- Robert Green: What will you do when you get back, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Huh? Ah, it's not important.
- Robert Green: It is important to me.
- Charles Morse: I may not go back.
- Robert Green: What do you mean, you may not go back? Of course you'll go back.
- Charles Morse: To what?
- Robert Green: No. I don't feel sorry for you, Charles. Never feel sorry for a man that owns a plane.
- [He starts coughing]
- Charles Morse: Come on. Hold on. Hold on. I'll get us out of here.
- Robert Green: Aw, bullshit. Hey... I'm dying. I'm dying, and I never did a goddamn thing. But wait. Charles, I got to tell you. Charles...
- Charles Morse: What?
- Robert Green: 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...
- Charles Morse: Thanks. Very kind of you to say so, Bob.
- Robert Green: Never too late for a kind gesture, eh, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Don't die on me, Bob.
- Robert Green: [smiling] Don't tell me what to do.
- Robert Green: Yeah, Well, you have no business with that broad. You know that you don't. I mean hey... hey... hey.
- Mickey Morse: Lord, I'm bushed. New book?
- Charles Morse: Yes, it's about surviving in the wilderness.
- Mickey Morse: Well, you're always reading something.
- Charles Morse: Yup.
- Charles Morse: My secretary gave it to me. Do you know why?
- Mickey Morse: Hmm?
- Charles Morse: You know why she gave me the book?
- Mickey Morse: Boy, that guy gave me the creeps with all that... All that talk about the bear. Why'd she give you the book? Because you're the salt of the earth.
- Charles Morse: Oh, is that so?
- Mickey Morse: You're the most excellent man. That's why I married you.
- Charles Morse: And you're the only woman I've ever wanted.
- Mickey Morse: Well then, see what a lucky guy you are?
- Charles Morse: Yes, I do. This is a special day for me. You know that?
- Mickey Morse: I know it is. I'm really glad you came away with us. You gotta get away more often. Charles?
- Charles Morse: Yeah?
- Mickey Morse: Think you can go downstairs and get me a sandwich?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. Okay.
- Mickey Morse: Did I ever tell you you're an angel?
- Charles Morse: No.
- Mickey Morse: Everything but the wings.
- Charles Morse: The sandwich.
- Charles Morse: Seems you can make a compass out of a needle.
- Styles: By god. That's a new one on me. You spend much time in the woods?
- Charles Morse: No, I'm afraid, uh, most of my knowledge is theoretical.
- Styles: Such a perfect spot. Such privilege. It's a shame, uh, everyone can't enjoy it.
- Charles Morse: Yeah. It is remote, and, uh...
- Styles: 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 or 40 million dollars, you can...
- Charles Morse: Ah.
- Styles: I beg your pardon?
- Charles Morse: I thought for a moment you were just being courteous.
- Styles: Well, what do you mean?
- Charles Morse: Nothing. It's not...
- Robert Green: [to Stephen] Hey, come on. Let's go get him. We lose the light at, uh...
- Stephen: Yeah, we lose the light at, uh, 4:18.
- Robert Green: This is the guy we should have been shooting all along. There's a guy who's got some character in his face.
- Mickey Morse: Charles.
- Charles Morse: Yeah?
- Mickey Morse: What's the matter?
- Charles Morse: Uh, no, it's nothing.
- Robert Green: He's jaded. That's what it is.
- Charles Morse: That's it. I'm jaded.
- Robert Green: Well, Charles, we're going on an impromptu adventure. Huh, you come too?
- Mickey Morse: Charles on an adventure?
- Robert Green: That's right. I said it. You heard it. What do you say, Charles? We'll be back in two hours.
- Mickey Morse: Why don't you go? Get some air under your wings.
- Charles Morse: Yeah, okay.
- Robert Green: Behold, the mighty hunter. Come on.
- Amphibian Pilot: Weather coming in from the north. Snow, maybe.
- Robert Green: Can I tell you something, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Hmmm? Yeah, if you like.
- Robert Green: I admire the way you took that joke last night.
- Charles Morse: Oh.
- Robert Green: Handled it well. Embarrassing moment. I thought you handled it well.
- Charles Morse: Thank you.
- Robert Green: Tough row to hoe, you think about it.
- Charles Morse: What would that be?
- Robert Green: Oh, all that money.
- Charles Morse: Ah.
- Robert Green: All the responsibility. Never knowing who your friends are. Never knowing what people value you for.
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- Robert Green: Must be tough.
- Charles Morse: Never feel sorry for a man who owns a plane. So, what do you value me for, Bob?
- Robert Green: I tell you what, I like your style. And I think your wife's pretty cute, too.
- Charles Morse: Yes. So, how are you planning to kill me?
- Amphibian Pilot: Oh, fuck! Hold on!
- [They fly into geese]
- [looking at a photograph of a man holding a rifle]
- Robert Green: Hey, Stephen.
- Stephen: Yeah?
- Robert Green: 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?
- Styles: Took it last fall. That's Jack Hawk, a friend of mine.
- Robert Green: You took the photo?
- Styles: 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?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. Why can't you get your rifle sighted in?
- Styles: Uh, what?
- Charles Morse: I said, why can't you get your rifle sighted in?
- Styles: Oh, I need to rig up a bench rest.
- Charles Morse: Well, an ironing board makes a good bench rest.
- Styles: No disrespect, I'm surprised you know what a bench rest is.
- Mickey Morse: Charles knows what everything is. Got a question? Ask him. Charles knows everything.
- Styles: Take a mighty accomplished man to claim that.
- Charles Morse: I didn't claim it. I don't claim anything.
- Mickey Morse: You ask him. You see if I'm wrong. Bet you can't stump him.
- Styles: Bet you I can. I tell you what.
- [Pulls down a paddling oar]
- Styles: I will give you $5, you can tell me what's on the other side of this blade.
- Charles Morse: It's a rabbit smoking a pipe.
- [He turns it over to show a rabbit smoking a pipe]
- Robert Green: A rabbit smoking a pipe. Why in the world would that be, Charles?
- Charles Morse: 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.
- Styles: Why is he unafraid?
- Charles Morse: Because he's smarter than the panther.
- Styles: Huh. Sir, you impress me.
- [Give him $5]
- Charles Morse: Oh, thank you.
- Robert Green: Amazing accomplishment.
- Charles Morse: No, it's not an accomplishment. It's a freak.
- Robert Green: Is that so?
- Charles Morse: I seem to retain all these facts, but, uh, bring them to any useful purpose is another matter.
- Styles: Huh. Kodiak bear. As soon kill you as look at you. And the ones that killed a man, manhunter for the rest of his life. Nothing he'd rather eat. Got the taste of human flesh. A man killing machine.
- [they arrive at Jack Hawks cabin but no one's home]
- Robert Green: Hello! Oh, that's just great. My models gone bear hunting. How butch of him.
- Stephen: Where's he gone?
- Robert Green: Big Bass Lake, partner!
- Amphibian Pilot: It's about 20 miles northwest!
- Robert Green: When we're left here taking a picture of sweet Fanny Anne. What do you say, Charles? Huh? We, uh... Should we chance it?
- Charles Morse: Be careful.
- Robert Green: Careful of what?
- Charles Morse: It's a dead fall.
- Robert Green: What's a dead fall?
- Charles Morse: It's a pit to catch bears.
- Stephen: What are we being careful of?
- Robert Green: It's a pit. They cover it up. It's a bear pit. So, what do you say? Shall we press on? Shall we be bold?
- Charles Morse: You really need to find this guy?
- Robert Green: I need to get that film on that plane. A good plan today is better than...
- Stephen, Robert Green: The perfect plan tomorrow.
- Robert Green: That's absolutely right. What do you say?
- Charles Morse: Okay let's be bold.
- Robert Green: Hey, there's the spirit that beat the Japanese.
- Robert Green: I must leave here today, so let's get the boys shoes polished. Can't find any shoe polish. Do I need to walk you through this whole thing?
- Stephen: No. The shoes... .
- Robert Green: Well, then scrap the shoes. For God sake. What the... For God sakes, what is this, brain surgery? It's a fucking pair of shoes. Now, let's get James down here.
- Stephen: Robert, he's sick.
- Robert Green: He's sick, the shoes look like shit, and everything I asked you for... I mean, this is lame. This is really fucking lame.
- Charles Morse: The inside of a banana peel will shine shoes.
- Robert Green: Come with me. A fount of information. Shine shoes with banana. You should know that.
- Stephen: He's sick, Bob. James is sick.
- Robert Green: Well, how sick is he?
- Stephen: Well, he'd have to get better to die.
- Robert Green: Ha!
- [Looks at photograph of Jack Hawk]
- Robert Green: 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? Where is he? This is the guy we want. Not some fucking model. This guy. Wh... Where is he?
- Styles: Uh, Jack Hawk? Cabin up north, 80 miles.
- Robert Green: Well, can we get to him? Does he have a phone?
- Styles: No phone, no radio. Any case, he'll likely be out hunting.
- Robert Green: Well, then we'll just go and find him. That's what we'll do. Let's go.
- Charles Morse: [bandaging Stephen's leg] Is that all right?
- Stephen: Yeah.
- Charles Morse: Not too tight?
- Stephen: No. No, it's great.
- Charles Morse: Good. Well, it's a clean cut. And it bled clean. If we change the bandages regularly, it should knit up fine.
- Stephen: Guess I'm no lumberjack.
- Charles Morse: Ah, you're doing fine, Steve. Fine.
- Stephen: You know something?
- Charles Morse: What?
- Stephen: You're all right.
- Charles Morse: Am I?
- Stephen: No, I mean it. Very thoughtful, man.
- Charles Morse: Thank you.
- Stephen: And I appreciate it.
- Charles Morse: It's my pleasure.
- Stephen: So, now, are we gonna get out of here?
- Charles Morse: Yes, we are.
- Stephen: How are we gonna get out of here?
- Charles Morse: Uh... Okay, you see this, uh... See that constellation up there? Cassiopeia. The big "w." Okay. Try the right edge of the "w." Points to the north star. The north star is north. Tomorrow we walk south to the river, the river will take us home.
- Stephen: This gonna work better than that compass?
- Charles Morse: [chuckling] Yeah.
- Charles Morse: [laughs] I hope so. Why do people die in the woods, Charles?
- Charles Morse: They die of shame.
- Stephen: Yeah.
- Robert Green: Puts things in perspective, doesn't it?
- Charles Morse: What's that?
- Robert Green: Out here. Little different from the fashion world. Little different from snorting coke off the girls' hipbones.
- Charles Morse: In what way?
- [Bob starts laughing]
- Robert Green: Charles, you know, you're starting to loosen up.
- Charles Morse: You think so?
- [Bob does a salute]
- Robert Green: That's my report.
- [it's raining heavily while the three are under shelter and Stephen is groaning in pain]
- Robert Green: Hey.
- Charles Morse: Huh?
- Robert Green: So? What?
- Charles Morse: He's not that badly hurt.
- Robert Green: Then what are our chances really, when all is said and done? I mean, we can walk out of here, and we'll probably die, or we can stay here, and he's certainly gonna die.
- Charles Morse: I think our chances are good.
- Robert Green: Seriously?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. Better than good. We know that that's north, and that's...
- [See's a bloody rag hanging on the branches]
- Robert Green: Charles? Charles!
- Charles Morse: I told you we had to bury those.
- Robert Green: What difference does it make?
- Charles Morse: We have to get them down.
- Robert Green: Why?
- Charles Morse: They put the smell of blood in the air that's why!
- Robert Green: I'm not gonna climb up a tree in the middle of a goddamn thunderstorm!
- Charles Morse: We have to get them down.
- Robert Green: Then you climb up the goddamn tree!
- Charles Morse: Give me a hand. I'll get them down.
- Charles Morse: So we navigate by the stars. We travel by night if there's a moon, 'cause we can't live out the winter up here. If we find the river, it'll take us out.
- Robert Green: They won't be looking for us this far north?
- Charles Morse: We have to walk out.
- Robert Green: What do we eat?
- Charles Morse: I'm working on it.
- Charles Morse: Oh, my God.
- Stephen: Oh, shit.
- Charles Morse: Okay. Let's see.
- [Pulls out compass needle and puts it against his belt buckle]
- Charles Morse: hey, maybe it was this. Maybe it was the buckle that threw it off.
- [Bob takes the needle and throws it]
- Robert Green: God damn it.
- Stephen: What are we gonna do?
- Robert Green: I don't know.
- Stephen: What are we going to do, okay?
- Robert Green: It's all right now.
- Stephen: We're going to die out here! Nobody knows where we are.
- Robert Green: Look here...
- Stephen: 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!
- Charles Morse: All right, Steve. Look. Look here. This is what we're gonna do. You see this?
- [Shows him his knife]
- Charles Morse: Gonna make a spear, all right?
- [Holds up a branch]
- Stephen: You... You want me to make a fucking spear?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. We need you to make one for fishing.
- [hands him his knife]
- Charles Morse: Go on. Take that. Go on. Take it.
- [Stephen takes the knife]
- Charles Morse: Good. Fine. Okay, you can do that.
- Stephen: They'll never find us.
- Charles Morse: 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.
- Robert Green: What is he gonna do, make a spear? What, is he gonna fish for our dinner?
- Charles Morse: I wanted to give him something to do. That's all.
- Robert Green: Are they gonna come for us? I mean, you are an important guy, right? Right? Look-it. I'm talking to you.
- Charles Morse: What would you like to do? Huh? Should we lay down and die? Should we lie down and die, Bob? There's nobody here but us. I mean, have I missed something?
- Robert Green: You're right. You're right. I'm sorry.
- Charles Morse: Okay.
- Charles Morse: Well, there's, uh... There's fish in there.
- Robert Green: Well, what are we gonna use for tackle? I mean, how are we gonna bait them?
- [Charles cuts the chain on his pocket watch]
- Charles Morse: Wouldn't you find that attractive?
- Robert Green: I don't know. I, uh...
- Charles Morse: It's gold. The whole world longs for it.
- Robert Green: I'm not in a very humorous mood, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Come on, don't go native on me, Bob.
- Robert Green: I'm sorry. I'm just tired. I'm very tired.
- Charles Morse: Why don't you rest, gather some wood?
- [the bear is stalking them in the woods]
- Charles Morse: He's toying with us.
- Robert Green: What are we gonna do, Charles?
- Charles Morse: 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 gonna starve up here.
- Robert Green: What are we gonna do, Charles.
- Charles Morse: We're gonna kill him.
- [they're eating cooked meat from the bear at a fire]
- Robert Green: Wish we had some salt.
- Charles Morse: You know, you can, uh... You can season meat with gunpowder. Did you know that?
- Robert Green: Wish we had some gunpowder
- [Charles holds up a crafted bear necklace]
- Robert Green: I don't suppose you made one for me?
- [Charles hands him the bear necklace]
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- [Bob laughs]
- Robert Green: Hey...
- [holds the bearskin coat around him]
- Robert Green: what do you think?
- Charles Morse: Oh, yeah.
- Robert Green: What's the matter, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Nothing.
- Robert Green: No, really. What?
- Charles Morse: All my life, I've wanted to do something that was, um... That was unequivocal.
- Robert Green: Well, Charlie, I certainly think this qualifies.
- Charles Morse: It's something.
- Robert Green: 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.
- Charles Morse: Nah. I wouldn't do that to an animal.
- Charles Morse: 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?
- Robert Green: You... moneyed folk, isn't it? Isn't it?
- Charles Morse: Fire from ice. Can you think how?
- Robert Green: Sit up there, drinks and golf, screwing the maid, but get you in an emergency...
- Charles Morse: Try.
- Robert Green: And you bloom. You make me sick, you know that? You make me sick!
- Charles Morse: I'm sure I do.
- Robert Green: You fuckin' make me sick! I mean, what puts you off? Jews and taxes!
- Charles Morse: Fire from ice. Can you think how?
- Robert Green: I don't wanna know how, Charles!
- [He starts crying]
- Charles Morse: You have anything you'd like to live for? Hmmm?
- Robert Green: You know something? You know something? Maybe we were right to let people like you run this country all these years. You're the only ones dense enough!
- Charles Morse: No, I'm not dense. I just have no imagination.
- [Bob starts laughing]
- Robert Green: Making a decision tree, is that it?
- Charles Morse: That's it, Bob.
- Robert Green: We can't think they'd come back?
- Charles Morse: No. You shouldn't think they would come back. They've scouted this area, and they'll move on.
- [Bob starts crying again]
- Robert Green: Oh, God.
- [He regains his composure]
- Robert Green: All right. All right. Fire from ice. Let's have it.
- Charles Morse: Ice, if you take it into your hands, can be molded into a lens, which will concentrate sunlight into fire.
- [He helps Bob up]
- Charles Morse: I doubt we'll be reduced to that, because, uh, we still have the matches, and I believe that's all we'll need.
- [planning on killing the bear]
- Charles Morse: 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 dead-fall. Use his own weight to kill him.
- Robert Green: What are we gonna use to bait him, Charles?
- Charles Morse: We lure him.
- Robert Green: What?
- Charles Morse: We lure him! You know... Masai boys in Africa, 11 years old, they kill lions with spears.
- Robert Green: How do we lure him?
- Charles Morse: Eleven year old boys kill a lion. Did you know that Indian boys used to run up to the bear and slap him, count couping him as a test of manhood?
- Robert Green: No, no, Charles. How are we going to lure him?
- Charles Morse: Blood.
- [He cuts his thumb with his knife]
- Charles Morse: Blood! We'll have to, uh, distract him, of course. We'll have to distract him, and, uh, trap him, but it can be done. Do you believe it, Bob? Do you believe it?
- Robert Green: I don't know, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Huh?
- Robert Green: I don't think it'll work, Charles.
- Charles Morse: It will work!
- Robert Green: No.
- Charles Morse: It will work! What one man can do, another can do.
- Robert Green: You can't kill the bear, Charles. He's... He's ahead of us all the time. It's like he's reading our minds. He's stalking us, for god's sakes! He...
- Charles Morse: You want to die out here. Huh? Well, then die. But I tell you what, I'm not gonna die. No siree. I'm not gonna die. No, I'm gonna kill the bear. Say it. "I'm gonna kill the bear." Say it. "I'm gonna kill the bear." Say it! Say, "I'm gonna kill the bear!" Say it!
- Robert Green: I'm gonna kill the bear.
- Charles Morse: Say it again!
- Robert Green: I'm gonna kill the bear.
- Charles Morse: And again!
- Robert Green: I'm gonna kill the bear!
- Charles Morse: Good. What one man can do, another can do.
- Robert Green: What one man can do, another can do.
- Charles Morse: Say it again!
- Robert Green: What one can do, another can do!
- Charles Morse: And again!
- Robert Green: One man can do, another can do!
- Charles Morse: Yeah! You're goddamn right. 'Cause today... . I'm a-gonna kill the motherfucker.
- Robert Green: I'm afraid I let the fire burn out.
- Charles Morse: We've only got a few flares left. Shouldn't we keep them for signaling? Now, what we need is, uh... what we want is wood, stacked. Quite a bit of it, for a signal fire. When they come for us, they'll see the smoke.
- Robert Green: Why would they come for us?
- Charles Morse: Hmm. Well, they know we went to the cabin. When they go to the cabin, they'll see the note.
- [Bob reveals that he has the note]
- Charles Morse: Oh.
- Robert Green: I'm afraid we're in for a bit of a walk.
- Stephen: What does that mean? "We're in for a bit of a walk"? Hey, what the fuck does that mean, huh, what?
- Charles Morse: You know, I once read an interesting book. It said that most people lost in the wilds, they... They die of shame.
- Stephen: What?
- Robert Green: Yeah.
- Charles Morse: See, they die of shame. What did I do wrong? How could I've gotten myself into this? So they sit there, and they die. Because they didn't do the one thing which would have saved their lives.
- Stephen: And what is that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Thinking. Look. Steve, look.
- [Draws a map on the ground]
- Charles Morse: right. Here's the lodge. Here's the bear hunters cabin, where we were supposed to have gone. This is where we did go. Through this pass. Mountains, river. Now, they'll be looking for us in the south, all right? Now if we can get back south of this pass by tonight, we can use the flares.
- Stephen: How do we find it in the woods?
- Charles Morse: Head south.
- Robert Green: Well, then, we had south. How do we know which way is south?
- Charles Morse: Okay, uh... Look. Point the hour hand at the sun. Halfway between the hour hand and 12:00 is south. This is broken. Give me your watch. Give me your watch.
- Robert Green: Mine's busted, too.
- Charles Morse: Steve.
- Stephen: It's lost.
- Charles Morse: Okay, um, all right, I'll tell you. Uh, the birds will be flying south. We'll follow them.
- Stephen: And what if we can't see the birds?
- Robert Green: Hey, I'm sorry I got us into this, okay?
- Charles Morse: Stop that! Stop it! Just stop.
- Stephen: Where you going?
- Charles Morse: Gonna make a compass. Uh... Right, you take a needle, rub it on silk, magnetize it, and, uh... place it on a leaf. Here. You have a compass.
- Robert Green: A needle? Who travels with a needle?
- Charles Morse: Ah.
- [tears a piece of paper]
- Charles Morse: Here.
- [He puts the paper clip on the leaf and it starts moving]
- Stephen: [chuckling] Oh, shit.
- Charles Morse: You see? It works. It works. That peak is south.
- Robert Green: What if it isn't, eh?
- Charles Morse: It is. Has no choice. It's drawn by the earth's magnetism.
- Robert Green: I know how a compass works, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Good. Then you know. That's south.
- Robert Green: What do we do when we get to that peak?
- Charles Morse: Take another sighting.
- Robert Green: That doesn't feel south, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Just because you're lost, doesn't mean to say that your compass is broken. It is south.
- Charles Morse: You know, the vikings would steer their ship with a rope.
- Stephen: With a rope? How did they do that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Well, they'd have these two set points on the land they'd left behind or sailed away from, and they'd line them up, and that would be their bearing. And then they'd trail this long rope behind the ship, uh, pointing it at those two points, the hill. Or whatever.
- Robert Green: Charles, you might want to conserve your breath.
- Robert Green: We gotta get through the pass by nightfall.
- Stephen: Hey, what are the odds that they'll see us? That they'll see the flares?
- Robert Green: Damn fine. Damn fine.
- Stephen: You think so?
- Robert Green: I don't know if I think so or not, but I have to say so in any case, don't I?
- Stephen: City boy.
- Robert Green: Charles.
- Charles Morse: Yeah?
- Robert Green: Is it my diseased imagination, or did you say, "How are you planning to kill me?" Did you say that?
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- Robert Green: What did that mean? Why would I want to kill you, Charles? Why would I want to do that?
- Charles Morse: For my wife.
- Robert Green: For Mickey?
- Charles Morse: Yeah.
- Robert Green: That's a bizarre way to meet girls. I want to kill you to get next to your wife?
- Charles Morse: I've seen you with her.
- Robert Green: Charles, baby. We work together.
- Charles Morse: No. I've seen the way you are.
- Robert Green: No offense, Charles, but I can 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?
- Charles Morse: To get the money
- Robert Green: Oh. The money. Now it's the broad, now it's the boodle. Nothing is safe. Rich man. All anybody wants take something from you, and they want it bad enough to kill you. You know something, Charles? The rich are different.
- Stephen: Charles, how far do you think it is?
- Charles Morse: Can't be more than about ten miles.
- [Stephen groans in pain]
- Charles Morse: What?
- Stephen: A stitch. A stitch in my side.
- Charles Morse: Find a round stone.
- Stephen: What?
- Charles Morse: Find a round stone, spit under it.
- Stephen: An old Indian remedy?
- Charles Morse: Yeah, that's right. You think I'm a fool, don't you?
- Robert Green: Do I think you're a fool? No. Old Indian remedy. Makes sense. Fella'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.
- Charles Morse: No, you think I'm a fool because of what I said.
- Robert Green: About what?
- Charles Morse: About my wife.
- Robert Green: Ah, what you said about your wife. Welcome what I think, I think that you got a whole stew of too much money, uh, latent homosexuality, lots of other good stuff. Paranoia. What we'll do, we'll all get together when we get back... You and me and your wife and we'll all get into a hot tub and, um...
- [lisping]
- Robert Green: bare our feelings, and, uh...
- [Charles is staring at him]
- Robert Green: Look, even if I wanted to kill you, I need you to get home, you fuckin' idiot. Needing people. Isn't it a bitch?
- Stephen: Who we talking about?
- Robert Green: Talking about Fannie farmer, the mother of level measurement here.
- Stephen: It's good to know you have a hero.
- Robert Green: Mmm. Cheering up, are we? Regaining our impertinent, feisty demeanor, eh?
- Stephen: It was good of you to notice.
- Robert Green: Knows all, tells all. Shall we?