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!
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.
Youfuckin' 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.
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 dead fall- 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.
- Now.
Run!
Aah! Oof!
Come on.
- Come on! - All right.
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?
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 think this 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? - Lf 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't work, but could I see it?
New when we left.
Just a piece of junk now.
What's the matter, Bob? Can't do it sober?
Yeah.
I suppose you don't need me anymore.
You can find your own way out of here.
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."
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 any further, Charles.
I said turn your back.
No?
You know, life is a short thing, Charles, full of betrayal.
In many ways, you're well out of it.
- Bob... - Charles, don't-aah!
Be careful of the dead fall.
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.
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 l feel very well at all, Charles.
Hell of a guy. Hell of a guy. I never told you that.
Fucking shit hole of a world, eh, Charles?
Yeah.
Shit hole 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 afire, 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 hobby farm, 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 will 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!
Hey!
Hey! Over here!
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.