Never Leave Alive Page #4

You're really not gonna tell me?

(ominous music)

Down!

(suspenseful music)

(yelping)

(grunting)

(rain pattering)

(birds chirping)

- [Anna] Hey, I found a creek.

- Come on.

Really?

- What?

You didn't find

the rabbit already?

- Maybe if weren't

stomping around the forest,

they would have.

- I am not

stomping around the forest.

- The rabbit heart you stomping,

and ran away.

- Oh my God, the great Rick

Rainsford can't hunt a rabbit.

A little rabbit.

- Could we not fight

for like two minutes?

Could you give me two minutes

without making any noise?

- [Anna] Two minutes?

- Please.

- I can't wait to see this.

Go.

(dramatic music)

What the?

- Yeah.

Still got it, Rick.

Not so bad of a hunter

after all.

- That was not funny.

- You know

what's really strange?

I just don't agree with you.

I found some more dry wood.

Let me help.

- No, thanks.

I've got this.

- You know,

I actually have something...

- I said I got this.

Okay?

- Not everything

has to be a fight.

- I had it, you know.

- Oh, I know.

How is it?

- Mmm.

Rather have a hamburger.

- Agreed.

- So, do you always eat

what you hunt?

- It depends.

No family to bring home

60 pounds of venison to.

I donate it sometimes.

- Really?

You donate?

- Yeah.

Good PR, you know.

- Wow, staged altruism.

Why am I not at all surprised?

- It isn't like that.

I guess it is a little weird.

One time

there was a stylist on set

combing the fur

of a buck I just shot.

- No way.

- [Anna] Seriously.

- That is ridiculous.

- Maybe I did let it all

get away from me.

- That's the problem with fame.

Famous people don't have

anyone in their life

to just be honest

with them, you know.

- No.

Thomas is always honest with me.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Does he tell you that you

come off like a pompous jerk?

- Everyday.

We're like brothers.

(howling)

Okay, spill it.

- Spill what?

- The fire.

Did you learn that

in girl scouts?

- Really?

Girl scouts?

- What's wrong with girl scouts?

I would kill for a box

of Thin Mints right now.

- No.

I did not have any time

for girl scouts.

No merit badges or Thin Mints.

No boyfriends.

Or proms.

Or anything for that matter.

I can thank my Mom for that.

She's a journalist.

Andrea Richards.

- Yeah, I've heard of her.

I didn't know

she had a daughter.

- Yeah, no, she doesn't really.

- What do you mean?

- Wasn't really around enough

to be an actual Mom, you know.

I was just kind of always there,

while she drug me around

on her stupid assignments.

She didn't care at all.

When I was eight years old

I knew more

about cameras and lenses

than I did Barbies or,

I don't know, tea parties.

- You seem like the kind of kid

that would have been more

into playing with G.I. Joes

than Barbie, anyway.

- Maybe.

- Definitely.

(laughing)

- You haven't lived until

you are on the Andes,

on your birthday,

held up in a cave

with an injured guide.

My birthday present that year,

learned how to build a fire.

- That sucks.

- I'm sorry, this is weird.

I just tried so hard to get

out of her shadow, you know,

and changed my last name.

Tried to change

my profession, but,

then I realized I'm just,

I don't know, this is the only

thing I'm actually good at,

so...

- So, you went

with Anna Christie.

Anna Christie.

Why Christie?

- I don't know.

- You could of picked

any name in the world.

I would have picked

something more interesting.

- Thanks.

- Anna Kinkade.

- That literally makes no sense.

- The master of light.

- Yes, but he was a

painter, not a photographer.

- It still,

it kind of makes sense.

- [Anna] No, it doesn't.

- The master of light,

of photography.

- [Anna]

You're so proud of yourself.

- I was proud of myself

until you said it didn't

make any sense.

(laughs)

I'm tryin'.

- Yes, you are.

This was supposed to be

my big break, you know.

Photographing you.

- Yikes.

- Photography is supposed

to be about

capturing that rare,

honest and truthful moment

in someone, you know.

I take this assignment that's

just basically a glamor shot.

No offense.

- None taken.

- My mom would be

so proud of me.

- Well, I'm gonna do

whatever it takes

to get you off this island.

Deal?

- Deal.

(ominous music)

We should try to get some sleep.

(radio static)

- [Man On Radio] News on

The Wilderness Explorer

and The Neptune Star.

The wreckage has been found,

an Anchorage based

fishing company

reports that one

of their fishing vessels

has uncovered pieces of

the missing ships' hauls

in their nets.

While most

of the ships' passengers

and bodies have been

identified in the wreckage,

there are still a few people

and a single life raft

unaccounted for,

leading rescue crews

to speculate

that there may in fact still

be survivors out there.

Among those not identified

at the scene

are professional hunter,

Rick Rainsford...

(radio static)

(ominous music)

(grunting)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(blows landing)

- Get up.

- Hey.

Comrade.

(grunting)

(laughing)

Get out of here.

(grunting)

(groaning)

- Rick, are you okay?

- I woulda had 'im.

- Come on.

Let's go.

- No.

He's gonna die.

- I doubt it.

Come on.

Ivan's not doing well.

You better hurry.

(radio static)

(fly buzzing)

(ominous music)

(speaks Russian)

(suspenseful music)

Zaroff.

(speaking Russian)

- [Zaroff] Let's go.

Come on, idiot.

Get.

- Damn it, Rick, you could

have ended this entire thing.

- You don't attack a man

from behind.

It's not sportsman like.

- Now is the time

to get off this island.

- So, we just leave Sammy?

(button clicking)

He's gonna busy tending to Ivan.

- Rick.

Rick, I've stepped on something.

- It's a landmine.

- I scoped the entire area.

I didn't think about landmines.

- Don't move.

- 'Kay, canceling all plans

to move now.

- I've never seen

a mine like this.

It's not standard issue.

- Oh, great,

now you finally admit

that you don't know everything.

- [Rick] Sh*t, it might

be sound activated.

- What are you doing?

- Thinking.

- Can you please go think

far away over there?

If it explodes it

shouldn't kill both of us.

- I'm gonna figure this out.

- No, Rick, go.

- You're gonna be okay.

- Rick, go, get out of here.

- I'm not leaving you.

- I'm sorry, okay.

I am so sorry,

but you have to go.

Go.

Get away from me.

Go!

Go.

- Tell me a story.

- What?

- Seriously, tell me a story.

- What, what kind of story?

- Anything.

- Okay, I'm standing

on a landmine here.

- That's not the point.

- What is the point then?

- Shut up and tell me a story.

- I can't shut up and tell

you a story at the same time.

- Okay.

Okay.

I wasn't always like this,

you know.

I've been hunting for a while,

I've been hunting forever.

- Rick, what are you doing?

- I'm telling you a story.

- Okay, make it a good one.

- My Dad taught me how to hunt.

It was just him and me.

It's how we bonded.

And he never even talked to me,

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