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The Grey Page #5
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- 2011
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I mean, that's f***ed up.
Ah, you try to steal
my f***ing life.
(COUGHS)
Come on, you f***.
(GRUNTS)
(BONES CRACKING)
You hear the bones cracking, Diaz.
Come on, that's enough.
F***ing mutt. Come on.
Let him have this.
Little Fido here
wants to go home.
Wants to see his brothers.
Jesus Christ. Stop.
That's what I'm gonna do. I'm
gonna help him get there.
Say goodbye, boys.
(DIAZ HOWLING)
(DIAZ HOWLING)
Take him back, motherf***er!
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(WOLVES GROWLING)
(ALPHA HOWLING)
(WOLVES CONTINUE HOWLING)
OTTWAY:
We shouldkeep moving.
(BURKE COUGHING)
are calling us out.
DIAZ:
What the hell areyou talking about, Talget?
Wolves are the only animal
that will seek revenge.
OTTWAY:
Hey, I don't want to hearany more about the f***ing wolves,
or you're gonna start
seeing them everywhere.
(BURKE CONTINUES COUGHING)
Burke, how are you doing?
BURKE:
I can't breathe.I can't keep going.
HENRICK:
Ottway,we can't keep going.
We can't stop.
Those things will be all over us.
We gotta keep going.
DIAZ:
Ottway,Burke is hurting here, man.
(BURKE CONTINUES COUGHING)
This will work.
DIAZ:
It's a dead end.They can't get in behind us.
They'll have to hit us
from out front.
Let's build a fire.
(WATCH BEEPING)
Up to 40,000 feet.
This sh*t had to save somebody
at some point, right?
TALGET:
I keepsitting here thinking.
Even with all
we hit the ground
at 400 miles an hour,
and we made it.
Why would we go through something
like that, that crash,
if it wasn't meant to be,
or ordained?
By Who?
The Almighty?
That f***ing fairytale?
How about good
old-fashioned blind luck?
Flannery survived that
crash, so did Hernandez.
It don't matter.
Fate doesn't give a f***.
Dead is dead.
Where do you think
those boys are now?
Up in heaven?
Being fitted for wings?
No, I'll tell you
where they are.
They're not. That's where.
They're nowhere.
They're gone.
No, I don't believe it.
OTTWAY:
I do.I wish I didn't.
I really wish I could
believe in that stuff.
This is real, the cold.
(EXHALES)
That's real.
The air in my lungs.
Those bastards out there
in the dark stalking us.
It's this world that I'm worried
about, Talget, not the next.
What about your faith?
What about it?
It's important.
(GASPS)
Emma?
Is she with you guys?
It's okay, big guy.
She's was at the back.
I was speaking with her.
She's was at the back.
I was speaking with her.
She's...
She's not here.
BURKE:
She's...Yeah, she's not here yet.
Why don't you...
BURKE:
You tell herthat I'm here.
Of course, yeah. Just
lie down, she's coming.
Emma's coming. Yeah.
DIAZ:
He's seeing things?HENRICK:
He's hallucinating.It's hypoxia.
Not enough oxygen's
getting to his brain.
HYPOXIA.
Why don't the rest
of us have it?
It depends on the person. Some
people can't handle the altitude.
Who's Emma?
She was his sister.
She died when he was a kid.
TALGET:
My daughter, Mary.She's got really long hair
almost down to her waist.
In fact, it's the one rule
my f***ing ex respects,
which is that I'm the only
one who cuts her hair.
She does this thing She'll
come and hover over me.
I'll just be dead asleep,
and she'll start swinging
her head back and forth,
tickling me with
her hair all in my face,
and (LAUGHS) she'll be
laughing like crazy.
It's a certain type
of laugh, you know,
when the kid goes past laughing
to laughing, like a...
(MIMICS CHILD LAUGHING)
You know, like you
can't really breathe,
sounding more like
an old man than a kid.
I miss the hell
out of that kid.
Yeah.
OTTWAY:
You should.You know that?
Those things from your life,
whatever they might be,
make you want that next
minute more than the last.
Make you fight for it.
I just wanna
f*** one more time.
(ALL LAUGHING)
TALGET:
See, you ruinedmy story, motherf***er.
No. No, man.
I'm telling a nice little sweet
story about my daughter...
I don't mean to
wreck your sh*t.
I know, I know.
I just can't go out on that last
piece of horrible ass that I had.
You know what I'm saying? A
53-year-old hooker, half-Eskimo.
TALGET:
We shouldn'ttalk about that.
She was 250, 260.
No sh*t.
The b*tch gave me the clap
like it was gift wrapped.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Anyway...
No, I just think
and that would be my
f***ing swan song, right?
That alone is worth the fight.
That's worth the fight.
OTTWAY:
My...My dad was not without love...
Why didn't we catch...
Not ready to.
...but a clichéd Irish
motherf***er when he wanted to be.
Drinker, brawler,
all that stuff.
Never shed a tear.
Saw weakness everywhere.
But he had this thing
for poems, poetry,
reading them, quoting them.
Probably thought it
rounded him off you know.
His way of apologizing,
I guess.
And there was one that hung
over the desk in his den.
It was only when I was a lot older,
It was untitled, four lines.
I read it at his funeral.
"Once more into the fray."
"Into the last good fight
I'll ever know."
"Live and die on this day."
"Live and die on this day"
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Storm clouds.
Blizzard?
A good bet.
Based on our luck,
it's a f***ing lock.
and dig in against these trees.
The snow's deep enough.
I'm worried if we lose this
fire, we'll all freeze.
(WIND HOWLING)
OTTWAY:
Burke, wake up!Come on. Move your arms!
Let me see you move your arms!
Come on, move!
Burke, wake up! Burke, you big bastard!
Wake up!
Don't sleep, you hear me?
Don't sleep! Wake up!
Come on, Burke!
Burke, come on,
wake up! Burke!
Burke! Burke! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up, bugger! Wake up.
Don't be afraid.
HENRICK:
What is it?Guys, get up. Up.
What is it?
Is it them?
Saw marks.
These trees have been logged.
(WATER RUNNING)
That's water.
That sounds like a river.
(COUGHING)
DIAZ:
You gotta beshitting me.
OTTWAY:
The river must be a good sizeif we can hear it all the way up here.
HENRICK:
At least ifwe're following a river,
we got a better chance
of finding shelter.
DIAZ:
Who's climbingdown that?
TALGET:
I can't.There's no way I can do that.
OTTWAY:
Well,we can't go back.
There's no way we can go back.
Those trees, though.
TALGET:
What trees?OTTWAY:
Right over there.Get a tether of some kind
secure it between here and
there, we can climb down.
Guys, it's simple.
It's the wolves or those trees.
HENRICK:
You're not talkingabout jumping off the cliff?
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