there,
they'll see the note.
Oh.
ROBERT: I'm afraid
we're infor a walk.
What's that mean,
'we're infor a walk"?
Whatthefuck does that mean?
I once read an interesting book.
It said that most people
lost in the wilds, they...
CHARLES: They die of shame.
STEPHEN: What?
Yeah.
They die of shame.
'What did I do wrong?"
'How could I have gotten
myself into this?"
And so they sitthere,
and they... die.
They didn't do the one thing
thatwould've saved their lives.
And what is that, Charles?
Thinking.
Look. Steve, look.
All right, here's the lodge.
Here's the cabin where
we were supposed to have gone.
This is where we did go-
through this pass,
mountains, river.
They'll be lookingfor us
in the south, all right?
If we can get back south
of this pass by tonight,
we can use theflares.
How do wefind it in the woods?
Head south.
Aha. We head south. How do
we know which way is south?
OK, uh...
Look.
Pointthe hour hand atthe sun.
Halfway between the hour hand
and 12:00 is south.
This is broken.
Give me yourwatch.
Mine's busted, too.
- Steve?
- It's lost.
OK. All right, I'll tell you.
Uh... the birds will beflying
south. We'llfollow them.
- What if we can't see them?
- Sorry I got us into this!
Stopthat! Stop it!
Just stop it.
- Where are you going?
- Gonna make a compass.
Uh...
Right. You take a needle,
rub it on silk, magnetize it.
And, uh...
Here, place it on a leaf. Here.
You have a compass.
Who travels with a needle?
Ah.
Here.
Ha ha! Oh, shit.
You see? Ltworks.
Itworks.
That peak is south.
- What if it isn't?
- Huh?
It is. Has no choice. It's drawn
by the Earth's magnetism.
I know how itworks, Charles.
Good. Then you know.
That's south.
What do we do when we getthere?
Take another sighting.
It doesn'tfeel south, Charles.
Just because you're lost doesn't
mean your compass is broken.
Come on.
The Vikings would steer
their shipwith a rope.
A rope?
How'd they do that, Charles?
They'd have these two set points
on the land...
they'd left behind
or sailed awayfrom,
and they'd line them up,
and thatwould be their bearing.
Then they'd trail this long rope
behind the ship,
pointing it atthose two
points-the hill orwhatever.
You mightwantto conserve
your breath.
Oh, yeah. Yeah!
Gotto getthrough by nightfall.
Come on.
What are the odds
thatthey'll see us,
thatthey'll see theflares?
ROBERT: Damnfine.
You think so?
I don't know,
but I have to say so, don't I?
ROBERT: City boy.
- Charles.
- Yeah?
Is it my diseased imagination,
or did you say,
'How are you planning
to kill me?"
- Did you say that?
- Yeah.
What did that mean? Why would
I wantto kill you, Charles?
For my wife.
- For Mickey?
- Yeah.
That's a bizarre way
to meet girls.
I'd kill you to get
nextto yourwife?
I've seen you with her.
Charles, baby...
ROBERT: We worktogether.
CHARLES: No.
I've seen the way you are.
No offense, Charles,
but I can get my own girl,
if you've noticed
since we've known each other.
And P. S., you're a powerful guy.
Why would I want
to antagonize you, Charles?
Forthe money.
Oh.
The money.
Now it's the broad, now it's
the boodle. Nothing is safe.
Rich man. All anybody wants is
to take somethingfrom you,
and when they want it
bad enough, to kill you.
You know something, Charles?
The rich are different.
STEPHEN:
Howfar do you think it is?
Can't be more
than about 10 miles.
- Aah!
- What?
A stitch. A stitch in my side.
- Find a round stone.
- What?
Find a round stone.
Spit under it.
Old Indian remedy?
Yeah, that's right.
You think I'm afool.
No. Old Indian remedy.
Makes sense.
Make him slow down,
find a round stone,
take his mind off it,
make him stretch, bend over.
You think I'm afool
because of what I said.
- Aboutwhat?
- About my wife.
Ah, whatyou said
aboutyourwife.
What I think... I thinkthat
you gottoo much money,
uh... latent homosexuality,
lots of other good stuff,
paranoia...
We'll all