Wendigo Page #4

Okay, okay. | What happened?

Okay.

How do you feel | about that?

Right.

You were intimidated, but...

What did you tell him?

Sorry, Andy,

but that's good.

It's right, because | you don't have the money.

So-- wait a minute, Andy, | I think they have call waiting here.

Hello?

Hey, Richard, | thanks for getting back to us.

Listen--

Oh, yeah? | You getting a tan down there?

Listen, we called because--

Sh*t.

I'm sorry, | can you wait a minute?

I have someone | on the other line.

Hold on.

Andy? Hi. | I have to take this.

But listen-- you did well.

You asserted yourself. | Try to experience that on your own.

After you've thought about it, | we'll talk on Wednesday.

Okay? It's important to keep | some boundaries between us.

You're trying to get | to be more independent, right?

Andy?

Okay, bye bye.

Richard. | Richard, are you there?

Hello? | Hel--

Sh*t.

''Whose woods these are | I think I know.

His house is in | the village though;

He will not see me | stopping here

To watch his woods | fill up with snow...

The woods are lovely, | dark and deep.

But I have promises | to keep,

And miles to go | before I sleep,

And miles to go | before I sleep.''

- Miles! | - That's right.

The poet's name | was Robert Frost.

He was writing | about the cold.

- What do you think about that? | - Oh, Dad.

Now Frost could take a simple image | and make it seem deep.

That's his rap.

Hey, what's the matter?

- Dad? | - Yeah?

- What's a Wendigo? | - A Wendigo?

I don't know. I never heard of that. | What's a Wendigo?

I don't know.

Where'd you hear | about it?

- This man. | - What man?

- In the thrift store. | - In town?

He told me the Wendigo | is this man

who's part animal, | always hungry,

and he eats people.

The Wendigo only goes | after bad guys, Miles.

You're safe. | You're a good kid.

- Hey, Miles? | - Yeah?

A lot of people | make up stories

to make sense | of the world.

It's a big world | after all,

and nobody really understands | how it all works.

Maybe for that guy | it's comforting to think

that the Wendigo is responsible

for all the bad stuff | out there.

That's okay. | That's what myths are.

They help us | talk about stuff.

Like Mr. Freeze | and Dr. Evil.

Dr. Evil.

There are good myths guys too, | like Superman and Yoda.

- Hmm. | - It's important to know

that they're just myths, | just stories.

You'll end up being | very disappointed

when things don't come true | that you're wishing.

Like when you didn't get | your big show in Soho?

Soho? | You little monster.

You are a dead man.

Oh, Dad.

You-- | I've had enough of you.

You little-- | you're a dead man.

- No! | - You're a dead man.

Truce! Truce.

Truce!

Truce? | Truce?

Yeah.

- Okay. | - Dad.

Come here, buddy.

Hey. | Come on, let's sit.

It's good you feel bad about | that deer we hit, you know?

But things like that happen.

And you have to go through | a period of mourning.

Like where you're sad, | and then you put it behind you.$(where czy when)

You get it?

Where even | the worst thing

can be seen | in another way.

'Cause you got to be flexible | to make it in this old world.

Hmmm.

You sure you're not just stalling | 'cause that hill looks steep?

No way!

Okay, buddy, | let's get that ride

so we can go home | and bother your mother.

Yeah!

Come on, buddy!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Miles?

Miles?

Can you hear me?

Miles?

Miles?

Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Can you get up, | sweetie?

Here. | Careful, careful.

Honey, | you hit your head.

You're okay. | You're okay?

Huh? | Where's your father?

Where? Huh?

Where?

I don't understand, | Miles.

What happened?

- Daddy fell off the sled. | - How did he fall off the sled?

I don't know.

Hold my hand tight.

- Oh my God. | - He was here, mom.

He was here. | He wouldn't move.

Oh, God.

It's okay. | It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on. | Come on.

Come on.

Oh, God.

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

Miles...

did you hear anything when dad | fell off the sled?

- I don't remember. | - It's okay, sweetie.

Come on, | hold my hand tight.

Come on-- wait, wait.

We've got a whole deer | to cut up!

Where are you going?

- Hey! | - Oh.

Can I help you | with something?

I'm-- I'm trying | to find my husband.

Husband?!

- There's been an accident. | - What kind of accident?

- Have you seen my husband? | - What's he look like?

What was the name | of the guy who left?

He pulled out in his truck | just before I got here?

Otis?

Brandon, put those | on the bench.

It was you that was out | in the road last night, right?

You're staying at | the Stooky place this weekend?

Anyway, I'm sorry. | I saw a light on,

I-I needed to check.

- Come on, Miles. | - Just a minute.

Did you have some kind of accident?

- You want a tow or something? | - What happened?

No, I-I'm--

I'm sorry, | I-I was wrong. I--

I-I'm sorry. | I have to run.

Come on, sweetie, come on. | Hold on.

- Jesus Christ. | - Just let her go.

- Dad, where do you want these? | - Put them in the freezer.

- Spooky, man. | - Yeah.

- What was that about? | - They're just excitable city people.

Hey, man, what'd you do | with the beer?

We drank | all the last stuff I bought.

- What do you want to do with these? | - Put them in the freezer.

Unless you want | to eat them tonight.

Okay, Miles,

sweetie, you're gonna | have to walk.

Daddy's probably | gone home.

George!

George!

Oh, my God!

Miles, | he did go home!

Come on. George!

George!

- George! | - Dad!

George. | Oh, my God.

Kim-- Kim.

What--

Oh, my God! | Miles, get a blanket.

Daddy's going to be all right. | We just want to keep him warm.

And a scotch-- | Aargh!

- What happened? | - This is bad.

Who would believe it-- | I'd swear I've been shot.

Those f***ing guys!

- They shot me! | - Can we get you inside?

No, baby, no, no, no. | We've got to get to Danbury.

There's a hospital there. | We-- just get in the car.

- I'll call an ambulance. | - No, baby, no, no, no.

I got to know | we're on our way.

George, are you sure? | I don't know.

Let's do it! | Let's do it, Kimmy!

Oh God, oh!

Kim!

Miles!

Miles, help me!

Okay, push me, | push my back.

- Let me do it, let me do it! | - Can you get up?

- Let me do it! | - Okay. Okay.

Oh God, George... | Oh God.

Hand me the blanket, | sweetie.

Okay... Let's go, | let's go.

Hey, you okay?

- You okay, Miles? | - Yeah, Dad.

Yeah, you see me | fall off that sled?

- Yeah. | - How about that, huh?

I ran into a tree | looking for you.

Aww, good for you. | Atta boy.

Shh, shh, | stop talking.

Get the door.

It can fly at you | like a sudden storm,

without warning, | from nowhere...

and devour you--

consume you with | his ferocious appetite.

The Wendigo is hungry, | always hungry.

Its hunger | is never satisfied.

Do you want this?

I don't believe it.

Miles, seatbelt.

I fell back off the sled.

I didn't know what had happened | for the longest time.

I couldn't even feel the pain.

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