El Director Vision: Surviving the Wild Page #5

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bond over, okay?

Is our love of tech.

Okay?

You know how hard it is

to bond with your kid

when his mother

and his grandfather

are talking crap about you

all day?

- I don't talk crap about you.

- Yes, you do.

- I do not.

- Yeah, you do.

- You do a good job

of hanging yourself.

- Maybe I don't...

Maybe I don't bond

with him enough.

Maybe I don't get to know him

as much as I should.

- Maybe I should... maybe I don't

spend enough time with him.

- Well, I mean, if you're not

spending enough time

talking to him,

I can't say I am either.

- Them was tracks, Emery.

Clean these dang glasses off.

Them were fresh tracks.

Looks like a man and a dog.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, the dog looks bigger

than the man.

- Yup.

- Okay, let's go

ask this guy here

if he knows where the road is.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- How do I find this road?

- That's not a road.

That's more like

the idea of a road.

- Is it possible to drive on it?

- In that? No.

- Look, I'm in a bit

of a situation, okay?

I think my son's trapped there.

You think I can borrow this,

and I'll just leave you my car

as collateral?

- Please.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Come on.

- I left the key in the car.

Okay.

Jeez, Kris.

Okay, okay, okay.

Just stay on the path.

There's a clearing

right up front.

That probably saved

a whole day of hiking,

but, uh...

whoa, nice job.

- You're welcome.

- We got to move

pretty fast, though.

- Wait a second.

I recognize this.

- Oh, yeah.

No, no, no, that's that.

All right, we're on

the right track.

Come on.

Hope you can keep up.

- I can keep up.

- We'll see.

- You worry about you.

- Well, I have to now.

- That's the problem.

- I thought you said

you were working out.

- We're not going to talk

about that now.

We're here... we're here

to find our son.

- You okay, Riley?

You're tired, aren't you, buddy?

Riley, do you know

that we're the same age.

Grandpa wanted us

to grow up together.

- That's right.

I got him for you

the day you were born.

- You never told me that.

- Riley's your dog.

Always has been.

- Why didn't you

tell that to me?

- Well, I didn't think

it mattered either way.

Your goofy parents didn't

want you to have a dog.

- Why'd you get him

in the first place?

- Well, I figured

that having the dog

would give you a reason

to see your old grandpa

every so often.

- Really?

- Yeah, and it worked.

The truth is...

that dog saved my life.

More than once.

You did too.

- How did we save your life?

- You just did.

Don't get me sentimental.

He's an old man, Riley.

I guess I didn't figure dog

years when I got him for you.

- Thirteen, like me...

times seven.

Riley's 91.

- No spring chicken,

as they say.

Yeah, you're starting out

in life,

and old Riley here

has seen his best days.

- He still has some good days

left in him.

- You'd better get going.

Marsh's Forest can be a pretty

tricky old gal.

- Marsha?

That's grandma's name, isn't it?

- Sure is.

- Why'd you name the whole

forest after grandma?

- Well...

she was my everything.

I loved her.

- Marsha's Forest.

That's pretty cool, gramps.

- Get going.

And keep a sharp eye out.

They know you're here.

- Who knows where I am?

- Shh.

Hide.

Riley...

hide.

- You think it's the cops?

- The cops ain't that dumb.

They'd bring a lot more

after us.

We're miles from anywhere.

I just can't figure out

what anybody

would be doing out here so far.

- Maybe somebody

hunting or fishing.

- Ain't nothing

in seasons, Emery.

- Well, all right, old man.

What do you reckon

we ought to do?

- We ought to radio Billy.

Get back to the cabin.

Come on.

- Let's go, Riley.

Go. Go.

Riley, go.

- Why'd we only go camping

one time?

- Well, I didn't really enjoy

being chastised by your father

the whole weekend.

- That's just the way he is.

- Yeah.

Well, that was the first time

he called me Mr. Softy, was it?

You are kind of Mr. Softy.

Sorry.

That's also why I liked you.

- Look, uh, we all know

I'm no Grizzly Adams, okay?

- Oh?

- Yeah.

But I can hold my own.

- All right.

That's debatable.

- Plus, going camping was...

that was Gus's thing, you know?

I mean to let him have that.

Shaun looked up to Gus

and Gus was an outdoorsman,

so he was really admired

by Gus for doing that.

So I stepped out of the way.

We all have our roles.

- That's actually really sweet.

Oh! Oh! Oh, my God.

- Oh, you okay? You okay?

- No, no. I'm fine, I'm fine.

- No, no, no. Sit, sit.

- It's not bad.

- I don't need to sit.

- Come on, sit down.

Just sit right here. Sit.

- Oh! Okay, okay.

That did not feel great.

I'm going to just look

at the iPad,

see if he's...

Ow.

Uploaded any more pictures.

Kris, thank you.

But also, be careful.

He uploaded a movie.

Look. Okay...

- Quiet.

Riley, let's go!

- We're losing light.

And Shaun's out there.

Not a bad job.

Ready?

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- You all right, buddy?

- All right, well, I'm going

to go get us some firewood.

I'll be right back, okay?

I love you, buddy.

Stay there.

- You okay?

It's a little rocky.

- You talking about

the terrain or our marriage?

- Both, I guess.

- Hey, boy. We've been looking

for you all day.

Hey, where are you going?

Hey, hey.

Come on, slow down there, boy.

What are you doing?

- Grab him.

- Hold it, boy.

- Let me go!

- Come on.

- Come on, hold that little boy.

- Hey, just relax.

- Everything's going to be fine.

Just hold on, will you?

- Get off!

- You okay?

- I'm fine, I promise.

- Just gonna get you back here.

- Let me go!

- Hey, you're a feisty

little fella.

- Get that rope. Come on.

- Yup.

- Come on, boy. Quit fighting.

- Hurry up, will you?

- Emery, get him tied up.

- Come on, boy.

- Take it easy.

Who are you out here with?

- Just me and my dog.

- I told you, I don't care

about your dog, boy.

- Please.

- All right,

you just stay here, boy.

Got to get ahold of Billy.

He's going to tell us

what to do.

I'm damn tired anyway.

- Good night, boy.

See you in the morning.

- What a revolting

development this is.

- Am I going to die?

- Well...

death is nothing to fear.

- That's easy for you to say.

- Real fear is not living

the right way.

- Did you live the right way?

- Sometimes.

Sometimes not.

I wish I would have made things

right with your mother.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I did a lot of things,

said a lot of things.

Stupid things.

Went a little haywire

when I was younger.

Maybe it was part

of the reason that your parents

had some issues, I don't know.

Your mom and I are a lot alike.

That's probably why

I butted heads with her.

But enough about me.

Let's talk about you.

How are you?

- Tied up.

Haven't lost

your sense of humor.

That's a good thing.

- What can I do?

- Well, let's see.

Use what you got.

- I don't have anything,

grandpa.

- You always have something.

- Like what?

- Well, there's never been

a knot tied

that couldn't be untied.

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