Harold Perrineau credited as playing...
Stephen
- Charles Morse: You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame.
- Stephen: What?
- Charles Morse: Yeah, see, they die of shame. "What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?" And so they sit there and they... die. Because they didn't do the one thing that would save their lives.
- Robert Green: And what is that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Thinking.
- Charles Morse: You saved me.
- Robert Green: Get over it, Charles - I just need you to navigate.
- Charles Morse: You saved my life.
- Robert Green: Well, I couldn't kill you with Stephen around. I'd have to kill him too, and he's the only one that knows how I like my coffee.
- Charles Morse: Come on, you saved my life.
- Robert Green: Buy me something nice when we get home.
- Charles Morse: How'd you like your coffee?
- Robert Green: Huh. I like my coffee like I like my women.
- Stephen: Bitter and murky!
- Stephen: [Stephen, Charles and Robert walking up to peak of mountain looking for a place to start a signal fire] Robert why do you think they'll even come looking for us?
- Robert Green: Our friend is a billionaire, you know what happens when you misplace one?
- Robert Green: [to Stephen] Hey, come on. Let's go get him. We lose the light at, uh...
- Stephen: Yeah, we lose the light at, uh, 4:18.
- Robert Green: This is the guy we should have been shooting all along. There's a guy who's got some character in his face.
- Mickey Morse: Charles.
- Charles Morse: Yeah?
- Mickey Morse: What's the matter?
- Charles Morse: Uh, no, it's nothing.
- Robert Green: He's jaded. That's what it is.
- Charles Morse: That's it. I'm jaded.
- Robert Green: Well, Charles, we're going on an impromptu adventure. Huh, you come too?
- Mickey Morse: Charles on an adventure?
- Robert Green: That's right. I said it. You heard it. What do you say, Charles? We'll be back in two hours.
- Mickey Morse: Why don't you go? Get some air under your wings.
- Charles Morse: Yeah, okay.
- Robert Green: Behold, the mighty hunter. Come on.
- [looking at a photograph of a man holding a rifle]
- Robert Green: Hey, Stephen.
- Stephen: Yeah?
- Robert Green: This is what I'm talking about. See? That's what I want for tomorrow, an unsentimental photograph. You know, to get a truly unselfconscious photograph, you almost have to go all the way back to the 19th century. How old is that?
- Styles: Took it last fall. That's Jack Hawk, a friend of mine.
- Robert Green: You took the photo?
- Styles: I took the photo. He took the bear. And I'd be out huntin' with him right now if you folks weren't here and I had my rifle sighted in. Ah, you interested in books?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. Why can't you get your rifle sighted in?
- Styles: Uh, what?
- Charles Morse: I said, why can't you get your rifle sighted in?
- Styles: Oh, I need to rig up a bench rest.
- Charles Morse: Well, an ironing board makes a good bench rest.
- Styles: No disrespect, I'm surprised you know what a bench rest is.
- Mickey Morse: Charles knows what everything is. Got a question? Ask him. Charles knows everything.
- Styles: Take a mighty accomplished man to claim that.
- Charles Morse: I didn't claim it. I don't claim anything.
- Mickey Morse: You ask him. You see if I'm wrong. Bet you can't stump him.
- Styles: Bet you I can. I tell you what.
- [Pulls down a paddling oar]
- Styles: I will give you $5, you can tell me what's on the other side of this blade.
- Charles Morse: It's a rabbit smoking a pipe.
- [He turns it over to show a rabbit smoking a pipe]
- Robert Green: A rabbit smoking a pipe. Why in the world would that be, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Uh, well, it's a symbol of the, uh, Cree Indians. On one side, there's the panther, on the other, his prey, the rabbit. Uh, he sits, unafraid. He smokes his pipe. It's a traditional motif.
- Styles: Why is he unafraid?
- Charles Morse: Because he's smarter than the panther.
- Styles: Huh. Sir, you impress me.
- [Give him $5]
- Charles Morse: Oh, thank you.
- Robert Green: Amazing accomplishment.
- Charles Morse: No, it's not an accomplishment. It's a freak.
- Robert Green: Is that so?
- Charles Morse: I seem to retain all these facts, but, uh, bring them to any useful purpose is another matter.
- [they arrive at Jack Hawks cabin but no one's home]
- Robert Green: Hello! Oh, that's just great. My models gone bear hunting. How butch of him.
- Stephen: Where's he gone?
- Robert Green: Big Bass Lake, partner!
- Amphibian Pilot: It's about 20 miles northwest!
- Robert Green: When we're left here taking a picture of sweet Fanny Anne. What do you say, Charles? Huh? We, uh... Should we chance it?
- Charles Morse: Be careful.
- Robert Green: Careful of what?
- Charles Morse: It's a dead fall.
- Robert Green: What's a dead fall?
- Charles Morse: It's a pit to catch bears.
- Stephen: What are we being careful of?
- Robert Green: It's a pit. They cover it up. It's a bear pit. So, what do you say? Shall we press on? Shall we be bold?
- Charles Morse: You really need to find this guy?
- Robert Green: I need to get that film on that plane. A good plan today is better than...
- Stephen, Robert Green: The perfect plan tomorrow.
- Robert Green: That's absolutely right. What do you say?
- Charles Morse: Okay let's be bold.
- Robert Green: Hey, there's the spirit that beat the Japanese.
- Robert Green: I must leave here today, so let's get the boys shoes polished. Can't find any shoe polish. Do I need to walk you through this whole thing?
- Stephen: No. The shoes... .
- Robert Green: Well, then scrap the shoes. For God sake. What the... For God sakes, what is this, brain surgery? It's a fucking pair of shoes. Now, let's get James down here.
- Stephen: Robert, he's sick.
- Robert Green: He's sick, the shoes look like shit, and everything I asked you for... I mean, this is lame. This is really fucking lame.
- Charles Morse: The inside of a banana peel will shine shoes.
- Robert Green: Come with me. A fount of information. Shine shoes with banana. You should know that.
- Stephen: He's sick, Bob. James is sick.
- Robert Green: Well, how sick is he?
- Stephen: Well, he'd have to get better to die.
- Robert Green: Ha!
- [Looks at photograph of Jack Hawk]
- Robert Green: That guy. That guy. He's the guy for my photograph. Excuse me. Where is this guy? He's your friend, right? Where is he, this guy in the photo? Where is he? This is the guy we want. Not some fucking model. This guy. Wh... Where is he?
- Styles: Uh, Jack Hawk? Cabin up north, 80 miles.
- Robert Green: Well, can we get to him? Does he have a phone?
- Styles: No phone, no radio. Any case, he'll likely be out hunting.
- Robert Green: Well, then we'll just go and find him. That's what we'll do. Let's go.
- Charles Morse: [bandaging Stephen's leg] Is that all right?
- Stephen: Yeah.
- Charles Morse: Not too tight?
- Stephen: No. No, it's great.
- Charles Morse: Good. Well, it's a clean cut. And it bled clean. If we change the bandages regularly, it should knit up fine.
- Stephen: Guess I'm no lumberjack.
- Charles Morse: Ah, you're doing fine, Steve. Fine.
- Stephen: You know something?
- Charles Morse: What?
- Stephen: You're all right.
- Charles Morse: Am I?
- Stephen: No, I mean it. Very thoughtful, man.
- Charles Morse: Thank you.
- Stephen: And I appreciate it.
- Charles Morse: It's my pleasure.
- Stephen: So, now, are we gonna get out of here?
- Charles Morse: Yes, we are.
- Stephen: How are we gonna get out of here?
- Charles Morse: Uh... Okay, you see this, uh... See that constellation up there? Cassiopeia. The big "w." Okay. Try the right edge of the "w." Points to the north star. The north star is north. Tomorrow we walk south to the river, the river will take us home.
- Stephen: This gonna work better than that compass?
- Charles Morse: [chuckling] Yeah.
- Charles Morse: [laughs] I hope so. Why do people die in the woods, Charles?
- Charles Morse: They die of shame.
- Stephen: Yeah.
- Charles Morse: Oh, my God.
- Stephen: Oh, shit.
- Charles Morse: Okay. Let's see.
- [Pulls out compass needle and puts it against his belt buckle]
- Charles Morse: hey, maybe it was this. Maybe it was the buckle that threw it off.
- [Bob takes the needle and throws it]
- Robert Green: God damn it.
- Stephen: What are we gonna do?
- Robert Green: I don't know.
- Stephen: What are we going to do, okay?
- Robert Green: It's all right now.
- Stephen: We're going to die out here! Nobody knows where we are.
- Robert Green: Look here...
- Stephen: And we don't know what the hell we're doing here! What are we gonna do? We're gonna die! Nobody knows where we are. We got nothing to eat!
- Charles Morse: All right, Steve. Look. Look here. This is what we're gonna do. You see this?
- [Shows him his knife]
- Charles Morse: Gonna make a spear, all right?
- [Holds up a branch]
- Stephen: You... You want me to make a fucking spear?
- Charles Morse: Yeah. We need you to make one for fishing.
- [hands him his knife]
- Charles Morse: Go on. Take that. Go on. Take it.
- [Stephen takes the knife]
- Charles Morse: Good. Fine. Okay, you can do that.
- Stephen: They'll never find us.
- Charles Morse: They will find us, Steve. And even if they don't, we're gonna walk out of here. You do as I say now, okay? I'm gonna make a fire. Come on! Get on with it. It's gonna be okay.
- Robert Green: I'm afraid I let the fire burn out.
- Charles Morse: We've only got a few flares left. Shouldn't we keep them for signaling? Now, what we need is, uh... what we want is wood, stacked. Quite a bit of it, for a signal fire. When they come for us, they'll see the smoke.
- Robert Green: Why would they come for us?
- Charles Morse: Hmm. Well, they know we went to the cabin. When they go to the cabin, they'll see the note.
- [Bob reveals that he has the note]
- Charles Morse: Oh.
- Robert Green: I'm afraid we're in for a bit of a walk.
- Stephen: What does that mean? "We're in for a bit of a walk"? Hey, what the fuck does that mean, huh, what?
- Charles Morse: You know, I once read an interesting book. It said that most people lost in the wilds, they... They die of shame.
- Stephen: What?
- Robert Green: Yeah.
- Charles Morse: See, they die of shame. What did I do wrong? How could I've gotten myself into this? So they sit there, and they die. Because they didn't do the one thing which would have saved their lives.
- Stephen: And what is that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Thinking. Look. Steve, look.
- [Draws a map on the ground]
- Charles Morse: right. Here's the lodge. Here's the bear hunters cabin, where we were supposed to have gone. This is where we did go. Through this pass. Mountains, river. Now, they'll be looking for us in the south, all right? Now if we can get back south of this pass by tonight, we can use the flares.
- Stephen: How do we find it in the woods?
- Charles Morse: Head south.
- Robert Green: Well, then, we had south. How do we know which way is south?
- Charles Morse: Okay, uh... Look. Point the hour hand at the sun. Halfway between the hour hand and 12:00 is south. This is broken. Give me your watch. Give me your watch.
- Robert Green: Mine's busted, too.
- Charles Morse: Steve.
- Stephen: It's lost.
- Charles Morse: Okay, um, all right, I'll tell you. Uh, the birds will be flying south. We'll follow them.
- Stephen: And what if we can't see the birds?
- Robert Green: Hey, I'm sorry I got us into this, okay?
- Charles Morse: Stop that! Stop it! Just stop.
- Stephen: Where you going?
- Charles Morse: Gonna make a compass. Uh... Right, you take a needle, rub it on silk, magnetize it, and, uh... place it on a leaf. Here. You have a compass.
- Robert Green: A needle? Who travels with a needle?
- Charles Morse: Ah.
- [tears a piece of paper]
- Charles Morse: Here.
- [He puts the paper clip on the leaf and it starts moving]
- Stephen: [chuckling] Oh, shit.
- Charles Morse: You see? It works. It works. That peak is south.
- Robert Green: What if it isn't, eh?
- Charles Morse: It is. Has no choice. It's drawn by the earth's magnetism.
- Robert Green: I know how a compass works, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Good. Then you know. That's south.
- Robert Green: What do we do when we get to that peak?
- Charles Morse: Take another sighting.
- Robert Green: That doesn't feel south, Charles.
- Charles Morse: Just because you're lost, doesn't mean to say that your compass is broken. It is south.
- Charles Morse: You know, the vikings would steer their ship with a rope.
- Stephen: With a rope? How did they do that, Charles?
- Charles Morse: Well, they'd have these two set points on the land they'd left behind or sailed away from, and they'd line them up, and that would be their bearing. And then they'd trail this long rope behind the ship, uh, pointing it at those two points, the hill. Or whatever.
- Robert Green: Charles, you might want to conserve your breath.
- Robert Green: We gotta get through the pass by nightfall.
- Stephen: Hey, what are the odds that they'll see us? That they'll see the flares?
- Robert Green: Damn fine. Damn fine.
- Stephen: You think so?
- Robert Green: I don't know if I think so or not, but I have to say so in any case, don't I?
- Stephen: City boy.
- Stephen: Charles, how far do you think it is?
- Charles Morse: Can't be more than about ten miles.
- [Stephen groans in pain]
- Charles Morse: What?
- Stephen: A stitch. A stitch in my side.
- Charles Morse: Find a round stone.
- Stephen: What?
- Charles Morse: Find a round stone, spit under it.
- Stephen: An old Indian remedy?
- Charles Morse: Yeah, that's right. You think I'm a fool, don't you?
- Robert Green: Do I think you're a fool? No. Old Indian remedy. Makes sense. Fella's got a stitch in his side, make him slow down, find a round stone, take his mind off it, make him stretch, bend over.
- Charles Morse: No, you think I'm a fool because of what I said.
- Robert Green: About what?
- Charles Morse: About my wife.
- Robert Green: Ah, what you said about your wife. Welcome what I think, I think that you got a whole stew of too much money, uh, latent homosexuality, lots of other good stuff. Paranoia. What we'll do, we'll all get together when we get back... You and me and your wife and we'll all get into a hot tub and, um...
- [lisping]
- Robert Green: bare our feelings, and, uh...
- [Charles is staring at him]
- Robert Green: Look, even if I wanted to kill you, I need you to get home, you fuckin' idiot. Needing people. Isn't it a bitch?
- Stephen: Who we talking about?
- Robert Green: Talking about Fannie farmer, the mother of level measurement here.
- Stephen: It's good to know you have a hero.
- Robert Green: Mmm. Cheering up, are we? Regaining our impertinent, feisty demeanor, eh?
- Stephen: It was good of you to notice.
- Robert Green: Knows all, tells all. Shall we?