Shadow Casting: The Making of 'A River Runs Through It' Page #5

- I don't know.

Then I guess we ought to do it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hi.

As I live and breathe.

Buster here wants to fish.

You're late, Neal.

Yeah, I, uh, didn't get in till late.

Well, I didn't get in at all, but I was here.

Neal, Paul. Paul, Neal.

Neal, in Montana there are three things

we're never late for:

...church, work, and fishing.

Righty-ho.

Anyhoo, this is...

We've met.

Don't go away.

Watch the first step - it's a lulu.

- So...

- You ready to... Neal?

- Neal!

- What?

Fishing.

Buster wants to fish.

Oh, Neal? What about the bait?

Dumb Dora!

We're not gonna catch anything, anyway.

It's too damn hot.

May he get three doses of clap.

Sure glad I didn't go home

and get some sleep!

Where is he?

God!

We'll catch up.

Yeah.

I know, you've got twenty.

Couldn't you find him?

- To hell with him.

- I thought we were supposed to help him.

How the hell do you help

that son of a b*tch?

By taking him fishing.

He doesn't like fishing.

He doesn't like Montana,

and he sure as hell doesn't like me!

Well, maybe what he likes

is somebody trying to help him.

You... You sank the beer, yeah?

You bet your life.

Yeah.

OK, let's go!

Oh, jeez! I can taste it!

Shall we kill him?

Damn it!

Holy Christ!

This is not good.

Well, she's got a tattoo.

Well.

- Initials?

- No.

Love.

I can get in myself.

Hey, you got anything to drink, buster?

Uh, Buster's the one with the red ass.

I'm in deep trouble.

Yeah. You want me

to come over and protect you?

I'm sure Mrs Burns

would love to meet the girlfriend.

I ain't burned!

The sun don't bother me!

Yeah.

What do you think about me spending

the night with you and the folks?

We'll come back here tomorrow,

wipe this day off the books.

It's a deal.

Come on, buster! I'm as dry as dirt.

Hark, fair Juliet speaks.

Good luck!

Ow!

Ow! Aagh!

Sweet Jesus!

What have you done to my boy?

Don't... Aagh!

- What...?

- He fell asleep in the sun.

Oh, my Lord in heaven! It's all right.

It's all right, we'll fix it.

We'll fix it.

You left him alone, Norman?

He was... He brought someone...

...and, uh...

I think you better go home.

I need a ride home.

You better hang on!

What are you do...?

I don't think you, uh...

They send trains down here all the time,

you know, without a schedule.

You're not, uh...

I don't think

they can see us in here.

Well, thanks for the flight.

You know, you're funny.

Oh? How am I funny?

You, uh...

You don't like my brother, do you?

No, I do not like your brother.

Look, I don't know any card tricks, Jess...

...but I like you.

And I wanna see you again.

Hey!

- Hello, Jess.

- Hey, Paul.

- How's your brother?

- You, uh... You both left him alone.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

That was my fault.

Well, you're not forgiven.

Was Norman forgiven?

Norman's not funny.

Whoo!

And I hung fresh towels

on the washstand for you.

Won't you remember

to powder my toothbrush, Mother?

Oh!

Now let Paul tell his latest story.

Oh, yes, which one?

The murder, the wreck or the fire?

I think they should put you

on church beat.

I agree, I agree.

Quote:
"The Reverend Maclean had quite

a nice roast while dining with his family. "

"All except for the poor elder son...

...enjoyed it immensely. "

- Norman, what's the matter?

- He's not funny.

- Pardon me?

- He's not funny.

Uh, well, there are more important

accomplishments, Norman.

Mm-hm. It's all right if you're dull, Norman.

No!

We're very proud of you.

Well, I do have one story.

No murder, no mayhem.

I interviewed the President.

- Calvin Coolidge?

- The President?

Mr Coolidge?

- When?

- A few days ago.

He was in Dakota... fly-fishing.

Fly-fishing!

Fly-fishing in a suit and tie,

white gloves and patent leather shoes.

So I asked him. I went right up to him.

I said "Excuse me, sir,

can you tell me what they're biting on?"

He turns around, looks at me,

and says "The end of my line. "

- What?

- The end of my line.

Then a bunch of the locals

came running over...

...tied on some new-fangled fly

the size of a chicken.

Old Cal, he heaves it out there.

Figured if he can't catch a trout,

by God, he's gonna scare one to death.

Did you get a picture?

Oh, yeah. It'll be in the Sunday paper.

"Closed Mouth Cal

Communes With The Croppies. "

Ugh!

Mother, that was amazing.

Yeah, he usually only eats

what he can hit on the road.

That was funny.

- You know, I do worry about you, Paul.

- I think I'm gonna run over and...

- What?

- What?

Oh, I was just gonna say...

...I thought I'd go out and meet some

of the old pals, being in town and all.

Don't you wait up. I'm planning on eating

the rest of this when nobody's looking.

I understand he's changed

the spelling of our name.

"MacLean", with a capital L.

Now everyone will think

we're Lowland Scots.

Howdy, Norman.

Hi, there, Mr Sweeney.

Who do you know

at the University of Chicago?

Chicken in the car. The car won't go.

That's how you spell "Chi-ca-go"!

"Hath elsewhere

it's setting, and cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home. "

Nothing can bring back

the hour of splendour in the grass

Of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not

Rather find strength

in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts

that spring out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death

Thanks to the human heart

by which we live

Thanks to its tenderness,

its joys, its fears.

To me, the meanest flower that blows

Can give thoughts

that do often lie too deep for tears.

Good luck, Son. We'll be rooting for you.

There's sandwiches in here for you.

It was one week ex actly

before I spoke to Jessie again.

She called to tell me

that Neal was going back to California...

...and that he would appreciate me

seeing him off.

We love you, we love you. Good luck.

Though I was surprised by the invitation,

I asked only one question of Jessie.

Did she want me to come?

And she answered yes.

I love you. Don't forget to write!

If he came back next summer,

would you try and help him?

If he wanted me to, I would try.

- Well, he's not coming back.

- At least he's got friends out there.

Who, Ronald Coleman?

Why is it

the people who need the most help...

...won't take it?

I don't know, Jess.

God.

I don't...

I don't cry, Norman.

Can I show you something?

Only if it's something good.

Read.

- So, what do you think?

- What do I think? I think it's the berries!

- You do?

- Yeah. To get away... Chicago...

God, it's heaven!

- Have you ever been?

- No, not anywhere.

Helena!

God, congratulations, Norman!

The truth is, I'm not sure I wanna leave.

Montana, why? It'll always be here.

- Not Montana.

- Then what?

What?

I'm not sure I wanna leave you.

What do they know? I've just come

from there. I'm having my liquid lunch.

Watch it, Fred.

I'm telling you, they're after you.

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