The Snow Walker Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 2003
- 103 min
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I'll tell ya what though...
he'd better be having
one hell of a good time.
Sh*t! No!
No!
No!
No!
Hey!
A town couple hundred
miles east of here.
I'm gonna head for it.
Alright?
I left you some grub.
Be back in about a week.
What?
No. It's too far.
You stay.
Ok? You stay here.
I'll send a plane
to get you.
Ok? I'll be back in a little bit.
Sh*t!
Sh*t!
Charlie Holladay...
with the Norseman.
Juliet-India-November
I think I got it here.
Norseman!
Mark 5!
They say it isn't gonna break
Second it does...
Pierce, I want you and
Carl to go to the Gulf.
You take the Stinson,
cover west towards Bathurst.
Yes, sir.
Bathurst?
Can you try them? Over.
Sorry.
Frank. It's the station.
The want to make it an
official missing person.
Yeah, Ok.
Charlie!
Charlie!
What?
Hold back on the formation.
No!
Charlie!
No!
Sh*t!
What the hell?
What the hell you doing here?
Hey.
Did you follow me?
You follow me?
Walk?
Did you walk here?
Sleep.
You speak English?
Little bit.
Eat.
Thank you.
Oh, that's good.
That's good.
Where did you get this?
What is this?
Sicsic.
What's sicsic?
You catch this?
Where the hell you find this?
I don't even know your name.
What's your name?
No, no...
Not your tag.
Your name.
What do I call you?
Kanalaaq.
Kanalaaq.
Charlie.
Charlie?
Nice and easy.
Here we go, Cherry.
Look alive.
Fishing camp.
Huskies.
What are you doing?
Lunch.
Why? Don't you ever eat, Cherry?
Don't call me that.
How long you been up here?
Couple months.
It's different, isn't it?
How big you think it is,
the territory?
Half a million?
Million miles?
You know, you could put all of
Europe in here three times...
and still have room for Greenland.
What are you talking about?
Charlie was where he
was suppose to be.
Why is Shep sending
people to Bathhurst?
Maybe the plane's
under the water...
crashed on the sand
or something.
How'd the barrels
get on the beach?
Right.
Somethin' else happened.
You know?
Maybe it was murder.
Then they ate him.
Then they ate his plane.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
Let's go find the poor
son of a b*tch.
Here. A little souvenir.
Old boots.
Old boots.
Want some water?
Here. Do you want some?
Water.
Hot.
Water?
Drink.
Drinking is "imec"?
Water is "imac"?
Drink... "Imec".
What's that?
Water... "Imac".
I'm not gonna remember all this.
Hey!
What are you doing?
What?
Fix it.
No... not right now.
Wait!
I need those.
Come back!
Kanalaaq!
Come back!
What about up here?
North of Slave Lake.
... have already covered that...
I don't give a damn.
I'm telling you where
I want you to go.
Fine.
Pierce?
Do the Back River...
in case he cuts straight down.
Why would he?
Shep?
Hello, Mrs. Holladay.
This is Walter Sheperd.
I work with your son.
I don't know exactly
how to say this.
I always hoped I'd never
have to make this call.
Want some fish?
Your, um...
You got something...
What are you making?
For you.
No you don't have to do that.
At least...
Put a few stitches in them,
they'll take me a few more miles.
You should rest.
You know?
Alright. That's it.
Gotta go back.
Maybe we should push a little bit.
No.
Look at the gauge.
We got the fuel.
Just 5 more minutes.
Look at the gauge.
What do you think this is, a game?
What are you, some kind of boy scout?
What are you talking about, Pierce?
Think I don't know
what's going on here?
You think I don't really
see what's going on?
Why don't you just come out
and say it? Say what?
You don't wanna find him!
You... you dumb ass kid!
Charlie Holladay's dead.
He was an arrogant, selfish
son of a b*tch who got sloppy...
and now he's dead.
Take a look out there.
Go on. Just look down below.
You see that?
That's death, boy.
This land will kill you as
sure as a bullet in the head.
We just run this little drill
to make us all feel better.
Because next time, who knows,
could be my ass...
or Shephard's, your yours.
He would have done the
same for us. What?
He would have done the same for us.
Your goddamn right, he would.
But that don't change the facts.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You see, the way I figure it,
Maybe... I don't know...
...15, 20 miles a day.
So that would put us,
probably...
...80, 90 miles from the plane.
So if Shep is flying a triangular
grid from Queen Maud Gulf...
...Bathurst, Yellowknife...
and that was them
and they're flying east...
they'd see the plane.
They'd see the S.O.S.
and they'd know
we're alive. But, no...
we're here in the middle
of bloody nowhere.
Because I left the plane.
Sh*t!
You never, never, never
leave the plane!
But I know it was them.
We gotta go back.
You're gonna cut my
circulation off there.
Alright.
I'm not a bloody invalid.
I'm good.
I got it, I got it, I got it.
I'm good.
Alright, let's go back to camp.
No, I'm not going in the water.
It's Ok.
No, I'll get soaked.
It's Ok.
How 'bout that?
Water tight.
I got boots.
You've... wife?
Me? No.
Not married.
Use to have a girl.
That was a while ago.
How old?
32, no wife?
How old are you?
20?
How 'bout you?
You got a wife?
Hey. That's enough.
Time out.
You know, you've been singing the
same song for three days now.
I mean, have mercy woman.
A man can only take
so much of this.
You know any other songs?
You know anything with
a tune or a beat?
You sing.
No, ah...
that's not what I meant.
You sing now.
Alright.
Fine.
I'll sing.
"When the moon hits your eye... "
"... like a big pizza pie... "
"... that's amore."
"When the world seems to shine... "
"... like you've had too much wine... "
"... that's amore."
So?
Sit down.
Search and rescue called.
They've been at it for
almost three weeks now.
You know what they
say about them.
They have a perfect record...
but never found anybody.
The country is just...
so big, you know?
And if, God forbid,
the plane burned...
they could fly right
over the top of it...
never see anything at all.
I'm sorry kid.
You Ok?
Here, sit down.
Let's rest a while.
What the hell is that?
It's not the plane.
You see that?
Dear God.
Ooh, jeeze,
look at this.
Bimotor...
You know,
I think this is a B-18.
Sure took a tumble.
Look at all this stuff.
Come look at this.
Come here.
We can use some of this.
Look up in here.
All kinds of stuff.
Yeah.
Use that.
Look at the jack I found here.
We can kill a few squirrels
with that, huh?
Come on. There's all kinds
of stuff. Give me a hand.
It's Ok.
It's Ok.
Poor son of a b*tch.
Look at that!
Not too bad.
Use it for somethin'.
Come on!
Come on, give me a hand.
Yeah!
Jack pot!
Look at this!
Thank you!
That's gonna save us,
right there.
We were meant to
find this stuff, Kanalaaq.
Would you at least
look at me?
I'm talking to you.
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