On the Edge of Innocence Page #3

Come on.

The Vikings would steer

their shipwith a rope.

A rope?

How'd they do that, Charles?

They'd have these two set points

on the land...

they'd left behind

or sailed awayfrom,

and they'd line them up,

and thatwould be their bearing.

Then they'd trail this long rope

behind the ship,

pointing it atthose two

points--the hill orwhatever.

You mightwantto conserve

your breath.

Oh,yeah. Yeah!

Gotto getthrough by nightfall.

Come on.

What are the odds

thatthey'll see us,

thatthey'll see theflares?

ROBERT:
Damnfine.

You think so?

l don't know,

but l have to say so, don't l?

ROBERT:
City boy.

-Charles.

-Yeah?

ls it my diseased imagination,

or did you say,

'How are you planning

to kill me?"

-Did you say that?

-Yeah.

What did that mean? Why would

l wantto kill you, Charles?

For my wife.

-For Mickey?

-Yeah.

That's a bizarre way

to meet girls.

l'd kill you to get

nextto yourwife?

l've seen you with her.

Charles, baby...

ROBERT:
We worktogether.

CHARLES:
No.

l've seen the way you are.

No offense, Charles,

but l can get my own girl,

if you've noticed

since we've known each other.

And P.S.,you're a powerful guy.

Why would l want

to antagonize you, Charles?

Forthe money.

Oh.

The money.

Now it's the broad, now it's

the boodle. Nothing is safe.

Rich man. All anybody wants is

to take somethingfrom you,

and when they want it

bad enough,to kill you.

You know something, Charles?

The rich are different.

STEPHEN:

Howfar do you think it is?

Can't be more

than about 10 miles.

-Aah!

-What?

A stitch. A stitch in my side.

-Find a round stone.

-What?

Find a round stone.

Spit under it.

Old lndian remedy?

Yeah,that's right.

You think l'm afool.

No. Old lndian remedy.

Makes sense.

Make him slow down,

find a round stone,

take his mind off it,

make him stretch, bend over.

You think l'm afool

because of what l said.

-Aboutwhat?

-About my wife.

Ah,whatyou said

aboutyourwife.

What l think...l thinkthat

you gottoo much money,

uh...latent homosexuality,

lots of other good stuff,

paranoia...

We'll all gettogether

when we get back,

you and me and yourwife,

and we'll get into a hottub...

and, um...bare ourfeelings,

and, um...

Look, even if l wanted to kill

you, l need you to get home,

youfucking idiot.

Needing people.

lsn't it a b*tch?

-Who are we talking about?

-Fannie Farmer.

The mother of

level measurement here.

-Good to know you have a hero.

-Oh, cheering up, are we?

Regaining our impertinent,

feisty demeanor, eh?

lt's good of you to notice.

-Knows all,tells all.

-(Animal roars)

Wait.

Listen, listen.

(Animal growling)

Come on.

(Growling)

(Bear growls)

(Twigs snapping)

(Bear roars)

Come on!

Charles, come on!

We'll never make it.

Now,then...

This tree. Come on! Hurry. Pull!

Steve, now! Pull! Help me!

(Grunting)

Come on.

One,two,three!

(Grunting)

(Bear roaring)

Up!

Up!

(Bear growls)

OK.

STEPHEN:
Come on!

STEPHEN:
Easy!

STEPHEN:
Keep coming!

STEPHEN:
Charles, go!

-Yes!

-Take it easy, Charles.

Look out! Look out. Come on.

-Charles, it's OK.

-You got it. Come on!

-Just keep coming!

-Come on, Charles!

STEPHEN:

Just keep coming, Charles.

STEPHEN:
Keep coming!

CHARLES:
Aah...

STEPHEN:
Charles!

STEPHEN:
Charles! Sh*t!

ROBERT:
Hang on!

ROBERT:
Oh--Jesus!

STEPHEN:

Charles, hang on! Hang on!

Charles! Char--

Hold on!

(Roars)

Aah...

ROBERT:
Charles, hang on!

CHARLES:
Aah!

-You OK?

-Yeah.

(Bear roaring)

Let's go.

CHARLES:
Oh, God.

CHARLES:
l losttheflares.

ROBERT:
We'll get by.

CHARLES:
How?

ROBERT:
l've got, uh...

six matches left.

ROBERT:
A signalfire.

CHARLES:
No.

ROBERT:
We'll make a signal

fire. The plane will see us.

Charles?

Snap out of it, Charles.

lt's gonna befine, Charles.

lt's gonna befine.

Which way is it, Charles?

lt's upthere.

Man, come on.

Oh, God. Aah.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

OK.

You saved me.

Get over it.

l need you to navigate.

You saved me.

l couldn't kill you

with Stephen around.

l'd have to kill him,too.

Come on. You saved my life.

Buy me something nice

when we get home.

How do you like your coffee?

l like my coffee

like l like my women.

Bitter and murk y.

CHARLES:

l lostthe bloodyflares.

ROBERT:
Hey, rememberyou told

me why people die in the woods?

CHARLES:

Yeah,they die of shame.

ROBERT:
Take a lessonfrom it.

We wantto get up--top of

that rise, high as possible--

letthe plane see thefire.

Why would they even

come lookingfor us?

Know what happens

when you misplace a billionaire?

Gonna make some story

when we get back home.

Yes. Quite a changefrom, "That

cab driverwas so rude to me."

(Laughing)

ROBERT:
See anything?

No.

CHARLES:
Let's go.

Oh, my God.

STEPHEN:
Oh, sh*t.

CHARLES:
OK, let's see.

Hey, maybe the buckle

threw it off.

-What are we gonna do?

-Well...

What are we going to do, OK?

We're going to die out here!

Nobody knows where we are,

and we don't know

whatthe hell we're doing here!

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna die!

Nobody knows where we are.

We got nothing to eat!

All right, Steve. Look.

Look here.

This is whatwe're gonna do.

(Snaps open knife)

You see this?

Gonna make a spear, all right?

You...you want me to make

afucking spear?

Yeah. We need you

to make oneforfishing.

Go on,take that. Take it.

Good. Fine. OK,you can do that.

(Chuckles)

They'll neverfind us.

They will. And even if they

don't,we'll walk out of here.

Do as l say.

l'm gonna make afire.

Come on! Get on with it.

lt'll be OK.

What is he gonna do,

make a spear?

ls he gonnafishfor our dinner?

l wanted to give him

something to do,that's all.

Are they gonna comefor us?

You are an important guy, right?

Right?

Look, l'm talking to you!

Whatwould you like to do, huh?

Should we lay down and die?

Should we lie down and die?!

(Echoes)

There's nobody here but us.

Have l missed something?

You're right.

You're right. l'm sorry.

OK.

STEPHEN:
God!

Sh*t!

Sh*t.

CHARLES:
Take your hands away.

STEPHEN:
Aah...

STEPHEN:
Oh! Oh, it's...

CHARLES:
Take your hands away.

Sh*t! What have l done?

What have l done?

STEPHEN:
Oh, sh*t...

Jesus.

lt's deep.

l'm not gonna lose my leg!

lt'll be all right.

STEPHEN:
Oh...

-Press down, both hands.

-OK.

-Keepthem there.

-OK.

All right? OK.

OK.

CHARLES:
l'm gonna

pull this tight, OK?

Wait! All right.

-(Cinches bandage)

-(Stephen screams)

CHARLES:
OK.

Bury this.

CHARLES:

Start building thefire.

-(Stephen moaning)

-You'll be all right.

CHARLES:
ls that all right?

Nottoo tight?

STEPHEN:
No, it's great.

CHARLES:
Good.

CHARLES:
Well, it's a clean cut.

lt bled clean.

CHARLES:
If we change

the bandages regularly,

it should knit upfine.

Guess l'm no lumberjack.

Ah...

You're doingfine, Steve. Fine.

-You know something?

-What?

You're all right.

Am l?

No, l mean it.

Very thoughtful man.

-Thank you.

-And l appreciate it.

lt's my pleasure.

STEPHEN:

Are we getting out of here?

CHARLES:
Yes,we are.

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