gettogether
when we get back,
you and me and yourwife,
and we'll get into a hottub...
and, um... bare ourfeelings,
and, um...
Look, even if I wanted to kill
you, I need you to get home,
youfucking idiot.
Needing people.
Isn't it a bitch?
- Who are we talking about?
- Fannie Farmer.
The mother of
level measurement here.
- Good to know you have a hero.
- Oh, cheering up, are we?
Regaining our impertinent,
feisty demeanor, eh?
It's good of you to notice.
- Knows all, tells all.
Wait.
Listen, listen.
Come on.
Come on!
Charles, come on!
We'll never make it.
Now, then...
This tree. Come on! Hurry. Pull!
Steve, now! Pull! Help me!
Come on.
One, two, three!
Up!
Up!
OK.
STEPHEN: Come on!
STEPHEN: Easy!
STEPHEN: Keep coming!
STEPHEN: Charles, go!
- Yes!
- Take it easy, Charles.
Look out! Look out. Come on.
- Charles, it's OK.
- You got it. Come on!
- Just keep coming!
- Come on, Charles!
STEPHEN:
Just keep coming, Charles.
STEPHEN: Keep coming!
CHARLES: Aah...
STEPHEN: Charles!
STEPHEN: Charles! Shit!
ROBERT: Hang on!
ROBERT: Oh-Jesus!
STEPHEN:
Charles, hang on! Hang on!
Charles! Char-
Hold on!
Aah...
ROBERT: Charles, hang on!
CHARLES: Aah!
- You OK?
- Yeah.
Let's go.
CHARLES: Oh, God.
CHARLES: I losttheflares.
ROBERT: We'll get by.
CHARLES: How?
ROBERT: I've got, uh...
six matches left.
ROBERT: A signalfire.
CHARLES: No.
ROBERT: We'll make a signal
fire. The plane will see us.
Charles?
Snap out of it, Charles.
It's gonna befine, Charles.
It's gonna befine.
Which way is it, Charles?
It's upthere.
Man, come on.
Oh, God. Aah.
- You OK?
- Yeah.
OK.
You saved me.
Get over it.
I need you to navigate.
You saved me.
I couldn't kill you
with Stephen around.
I'd have to kill him, too.
Come on. You saved my life.
Buy me something nice
when we get home.
How do you like your coffee?
I like my coffee
like I like my women.
Bitter and murk y.
CHARLES:
I lostthe bloodyflares.
ROBERT: Hey, rememberyou told
me why people die in the woods?
CHARLES:
Yeah, they die of shame.
ROBERT: Take a lessonfrom it.
We wantto get up-top of
that rise, high as possible-
letthe plane see thefire.
Why would they even
come lookingfor us?
Know what happens
when you misplace a billionaire?
Gonna make some story
when we get back home.
Yes. Quite a changefrom, "That
cab driverwas so rude to me."
ROBERT: See anything?
No.
CHARLES: Let's go.
Oh, my God.
STEPHEN: Oh, shit.
CHARLES: OK, let's see.
Hey, maybe the buckle
threw it off.
- What are we gonna do?
- Well...
What are we going to do, OK?
We're going to die out here!
Nobody knows where we are,
and we don't know
whatthe hell we're doing here!
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna die!
Nobody knows where we are.
We got nothing to eat!
All right, Steve. Look.
Look here.
This is whatwe're gonna do.
You see this?
Gonna make a spear, all right?
You... you want me to make
afucking spear?
Yeah. We need you
to make oneforfishing.
Go on, take that. Take it.
Good. Fine. OK, you can do that.
They'll neverfind us.
They will. And even if they
don't, we'll walk out of here.
Do as I say.
I'm gonna make afire.
Come on! Get on with it.
It'll be OK.
What is he gonna do,
make a spear?
Is he gonnafishfor our dinner?
I wanted to give him
something to do, that's all.
Are they gonna comefor us?
You are an important guy, right?
Right?
Look, I'm talking to you!
Whatwould you like to do, huh?
Should we lay down and die?
Should we lie down and die?!
There's nobody here but us.
Have I missed something?
You're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.
OK.
STEPHEN: God!
Shit!
Shit.
CHARLES: Take your hands away.
STEPHEN: Aah...
STEPHEN: Oh! Oh, it's...
CHARLES: Take your hands away.
Shit! What have I done?
What have I done?
STEPHEN: Oh, shit...
Jesus.
It's deep.
I'm not gonna lose my leg!
Lt'll be all right.
STEPHEN: Oh...
- Press down, both hands.
- OK.
- Keepthem there.
- OK.
All right?