Grizzly Man Page #5

I'm on my way to the creek.

I need to get water.

And there's a super-duper low tide.

Full moon tonight, and action.

In his action movie mode,

Treadwell probably did not realize

that seemingly empty moments

had a strange, secret beauty.

Sometimes images themselves

developed their own life,

their own mysterious stardom.

Starsky and Hutch. Over.

Beyond his posings,

the camera was his only

present companion.

It was his instrument to explore

the wilderness around him,

but increasingly

it became something more.

He started to scrutinize

his innermost being,

his demons,

his exhilarations.

Facing the lens of a camera took

on the quality of a confessional.

Covering various years,

the following samples illustrate

the search for himself.

If there... I have no idea

if there's a God.

But if there's a God, God would

be very, very... pleased with me.

If he could just watch me here,

how much I love them,

how much I adore them,

how respectful I am to them.

How I am one of them.

And how the studies they give me,

the photographs, the video...

And take that around

for no charge

to people around the world.

It's good work. I feel good about it.

I feel good about myself doing it.

And I want to continue, and I hope I can.

I really hope I can.

But if not, be warned.

I will die for these animals. I will die for

these animals. I will die for these animals.

Thank you so much

for letting me do this.

Thank you so much for these animals,

for giving me a life.

I had no life.

Now I have a life.

Now, enough of that.

Now let the expedition continue.

It's off to Timmy, the fox.

We've gotta find Banjo.

He's missing!

And that's my story here,

for me, Timothy Treadwell,

the kind warrior.

Can I take it?

I'm trying.

Okay, yeah, I can do it.

Yeah. Why not? Why not?

I've crossed the halfway point.

Government's given me

all they have. So far.

I've stood up to it.

I've had danger in the boat, almost died.

I've almost fallen off a cliff.

Yeah. The danger factor's

about to amp up in the Maze.

The Maze is always

the most dangerous.

Lord, I do not want

to be hurt by a bear.

I do not.

I always cannot understand why girls

don't wanna be with me for a long time,

because I have really

a nice personality.

I'm fun.

I'm very, very good in the... You're not

supposed to say that when you're a guy.

But I know I am.

They know I am.

And...

I don't fight with them,

I'm so passive.

Bit of a patsy!

Is that a turnoff to girls,

to be a patsy?

I mean it's not... it's not

that I'm a total great guy.

I'm a lot of fun

and have a good life going.

I don't know what's going on.

I always wished I was gay.

Would've been a lot easier.

You know?

You can just "bing-bing-bing."

Gay guys have no problem. I mean,

they go to restrooms and truck stops,

and they perform sex.

It's like so easy for 'em and stuff.

But you know what?

Alas, Timothy Treadwell is not gay. Bummer!

I love girls! And girls...

Girls need a lot more...

need a lot more, you know,

finesse and care,

and I like that a bit.

But when it goes bad

and you're alone,

it's like...

Well,

you know, you can't rebound

like you can if you were gay.

I'm sure gay people

have problems too,

but not as much as one goofy straight guy

named Timothy Treadwell.

Anyway, that's my story.

That's my story.

I love you. Look at you.

You're the best little fox.

But how did I come

into this work, Iris?

Did you ever get the story?

I was troubled. I was troubled.

I drank a lot.

Did you know that?

You wouldn't even know what that is.

But I used to drink

to the point of

that I guess I was either gonna die

from it or break free of it.

But nothing, nothing, Iris,

could get me from... to stop drinking.

Nothing! I went to programs.

I tried quitting myself.

I did everything that I could

to try not to drink,

and then I did everything

I could to drink.

And... And it was killing me

until I discovered

this land of bears

and realized that they were in

such great danger

that they needed a caretaker, they needed

someone to look after them.

But not a drunk person.

Not a person messed up.

So I promised the bears

that if I would look over them,

would they please help me

be a better person and

they've become so inspirational,

and living with the foxes too,

that I did, I gave up the drinking.

It was a miracle.

It was an absolute miracle.

And the miracle was animals.

The miracle was animals.

I live here. It's very dangerous.

It's really dangerous.

I run wild with the bears.

I run so wild, so free,

so like a child

with these animals.

It's really cool.

And it's very serious.

I'm here alone,

and when you're all alone

you do get... you get lonely.

Oh, duhl Right?

You get pretty lonely.

Oh, no. I'm gonna do all this stuff because

I'm supposed to be alone.

Oh. Okay.

Part of the mythical character

Treadwell was transforming

himself into

required him to be seen

as being completely alone.

He was mostly alone,

but he did spend time with women

who will here

remain anonymous.

The truth is that

Amie Huguenard

accompanied him for parts

of his last two summers.

A fact which was out of step

with his stylization

as the lone guardian

of the grizzlies.

It's July 26, and I've been dropped off

all alone again here in the Grizzly Maze.

And it's always such a surreal

feeling as the plane takes off.

And it doesn't quite sink

into you just how alone you are.

That for the next

two months or more

you will be alone

in this wild wilderness,

this jungle that the bears

have carved tunnels through.

And that's the Grizzly Maze.

It's July 26.

I hope to survive

and to be able to record

the secret world of the bears.

And come September when people

might come to harm these animals,

I'll look after them,

I'll make sure they're safe.

It is so weird, though,

when it sinks in,

how alone you are.

Amie Huguenard remains

a great unknown of this film.

Her family declined

to appear on camera,

and Amie herself remains hidden

in Treadwell's footage.

In nearly 100 hours

of his video,

she appears

exactly two times.

Here disembarking from the plane

in the year of her death.

We never see her face.

Here it is obscured

by her hands and her hair.

Greetings, children of America.

The second shot that we have

doesn't show her face either.

She remains a mystery,

veiled by a mosquito net,

obscured, unknown.

Only through Treadwell's diaries

do we know that

she was frightened of bears.

The only other hint

we have of her presence

is this shot here of Treadwell.

It is handheld,

and we can only deduct

it must have been Amie

operating the camera.

Timothy Treadwell

and Amie Huguenard's remains

came in this large metal can.

Inside this metal can

was a plastic bag,

one for Timothy, and one for Amie.

I mean, these are human beings.

And the question I ask is first of all:

Who are you, Timothy?

Who are you, Amie?

And what happened to you?

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