[영화대본 - 영어] 흐르는 강물처럼

A River Runs Through It (흐르는 강물처럼)

LONG AGO, WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN

MY FATHER SAID TO ME

"NORMAN,

YOU LIKE TO WRITE STORIES."

AND I SAID, "YES, I DO."

THEN HE SAID,

"SOMEDAY, WHEN YOU'RE READY

"YOU MIGHT TELL

OUR FAMILY STORY.

ONLY THEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND

WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY."

 

IN OUR FAMILY

THERE WAS NO CLEAR LINE

BETWEEN RELIGION

AND FLY-FISHING.

 

WE LIVED AT THE JUNCTION

OF GREAT TROUT RIVERS

IN MISSOULA, MONTANA

WHERE INDIANS STILL APPEARED

OUT OF THE WILDERNESS

TO WALK THE HONKY-TONKS

AND BROTHELS OF FRONT STREET.

 

MY FATHER

WAS A PRESBYTERIAN MINISTER

AND A FLY-FISHERMAN.

AND THOUGH IT WAS TRUE

THAT ONE DAY A WEEK

WAS GIVEN OVER

WHOLLY TO RELIGION

EVEN THEN, HE TOLD US

ABOUT CHRIST'S DISCIPLES

BEING FISHERMEN.

AND WE WERE LEFT TO ASSUME

AS MY YOUNGER BROTHER PAUL

AND I DID

THAT ALL FIRST-CLASS FISHERMEN

ON THE SEA OF GALILEE

WERE FLY-FISHERMEN

AND THAT JOHN, THE FAVORITE

WAS A DRY-FLY-FISHERMAN.

THE POOR WITHOUT CHRIST

ARE OF ALL MEN

THE MOST MISERABLE.

BUT THE POOR WITH CHRIST

ARE PRINCES AND KINGS

OF THE EARTH.

IN THE AFTERNOON

WE WOULD WALK WITH HIM

WHILE HE UNWOUND

BETWEEN SERVICES.

HE ALMOST ALWAYS CHOSE A PATH

ALONG THE BIG BLACKFOOT

WHICH WE CONSIDERED

OUR FAMILY RIVER.

AND IT WAS THERE

HE FELT HIS SOUL RESTORED

AND HIS IMAGINATION STIRRED.

LONG AGO RAIN FELL ON MUD

AND BECAME ROCK

HALF A BILLION YEARS AGO.

BUT EVEN BEFORE THAT,

BENEATH THE ROCKS...

ARE THE WORDS OF GOD.

LISTEN.

 

AND IF PAUL AND I LISTENED

VERY CAREFULLY ALL OUR LIVES

WE MIGHT HEAR THOSE WORDS.

 

EVEN SO, PAUL AND I

PROBABLY RECEIVED AS MANY HOURS

OF INSTRUCTION IN FLY-FISHING

AS WE DID

IN ALL OTHER SPIRITUAL MATTERS.

AS A PRESBYTERIAN,

MY FATHER BELIEVED

THAT MAN BY NATURE

WAS A DAMNED MESS

AND THAT ONLY BY PICKING UP

GOD'S RHYTHMS

WERE WE ABLE TO REGAIN

POWER AND BEAUTY.

TEN...

TO HIM, ALL GOOD THINGS--

TROUT AS WELL

AS ETERNAL SALVATION--

COME BY GRACE

AND GRACE COMES BY ART

AND ART DOES NOT COME EASY.

NORMAN.

 

SO MY BROTHER AND I LEARNED

TO CAST PRESBYTERIAN STYLE--

ON A METRONOME.

 

HE BEGAN EACH SESSION

WITH THE SAME INSTRUCTION:

CASTING IS AN ART

THAT IS PERFORMED

ON A FOUR-COUNT RHYTHM

BETWEEN 10:00 AND 2:00.

 

IF HE HAD HAD HIS WAY

NOBODY WHO DID NOT KNOW

HOW TO CATCH A FISH

WOULD BE ALLOWED

TO DISGRACE A FISH

BY CATCHING IT.

 

SO IT WAS WITH

MY FORMAL EDUCATION AS WELL.

EACH WEEKDAY, WHILE MY FATHER

WORKED ON HIS SUNDAY SERMON

I ATTENDED THE SCHOOL

OF THE REVEREND MACLEAN.

HE TAUGHT NOTHING

BUT READING AND WRITING

AND, BEING A SCOT

BELIEVED THAT THE ART OF WRITING

LAY IN THRIFT.

 

HALF AS LONG.

 

SO WHILE MY FRIENDS

SPENT THEIR DAYS

AT MISSOULA ELEMENTARY

I STAYED HOME AND LEARNED

TO WRITE THE AMERICAN LANGUAGE.

 

AGAIN... HALF AS LONG.

 

GOOD.

NOW THROW IT AWAY.

 

NORMAN! NORMAN!

WAIT FOR YOUR BROTHER.

 

HOWEVER, THERE WAS A BALANCE

TO MY FATHER'S SYSTEM.

EVERY AFTERNOON I WAS SET FREE

UNTUTORED AND UNTOUCHED

TILL SUPPER

TO LEARN ON MY OWN

THE NATURAL SIDE OF GOD'S ORDER.

 

AND THERE COULD BE

NO BETTER PLACE TO LEARN

THAN THE MONTANA OF MY YOUTH.

IT WAS A WORLD

WITH DEW STILL ON IT

MORE TOUCHED BY WONDER

AND POSSIBILITY

THAN ANY I HAVE SINCE KNOWN.

 

(horn honking)

 

GODDAMN IT,

OPEN UP THE DOOR!

(boys giggle)

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

WHERE ARE

YOU GUYS GOING?

CHICKENS!

 

(ragtime music playing)

COME ON,

MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.

 

(women hooting)

 

(women laughing and shouting)

 

(men grunting)

 

BUT IT WAS A TOUGH WORLD TOO.

EVEN AS CHILDREN,

WE UNDERSTOOD THAT

AND ADMIRED IT.

 

AND OF COURSE,

WE HAD TO TEST IT.

I KNEW I WAS TOUGH

BECAUSE I HAD BEEN

BLOODIED IN BATTLE.

GET HIM, GET HIM!

DON'T BE A SISSY.

COME ON.

 

YEAH, COME ON.

LET'S SEE

SOME BLOOD HERE.

LOTS OF BLOOD.

PAUL WAS DIFFERENT.

HIS TOUGHNESS CAME

FROM SOME SECRET PLACE

INSIDE OF HIM.

HE SIMPLY KNEW HE WAS TOUGHER

THAN ANYONE ALIVE.

Reverend Maclean:

GRACE WILL NOT BE SET

UNTIL THAT BOWL IS CLEAN.

 

MAN HAS BEEN EATING GOD'S OATS

FOR A THOUSAND YEARS.

IT'S NOT THE PLACE

OF AN EIGHT-YEAR-OLD BOY

TO CHANGE

THAT TRADITION.

 

(clears throat)

 

GRACE.

 

OH, GOD

GOD RICH IN FORGIVENESS

GRANT THAT WE MAY HOLD FAST

THE GOOD THINGS

WE RECEIVE FROM THEE.

AND AS OFTEN

AS WE'VE FALLEN TO SIN

BE LIFTED BY REPENTANCE

THROUGH THY GRACE.

AMEN.

NORM, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE

WHEN YOU GROW UP?

A MINISTER, I GUESS.

 

OR A PROFESSIONAL BOXER.

YOU THINK YOU COULD BEAT

JACK JOHNSON?

I DON'T KNOW.

I THINK YOU COULD.

I'D LAY A BET ON IT.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BE?

A PROFESSIONAL FLY-FISHERMAN.

THERE'S NO SUCH THING.

THERE ISN'T?

NO.

 

HMM.

 

I GUESS... A BOXER.

NOT A MINISTER?

 

(laughs)

 

IN 1917, WORLD WAR I

CAME TO MISSOULA

TAKING WITH IT

EVERY ABLE-BODIED LUMBERJACK

LEAVING THE WOODS

TO OLD MEN AND BOYS.

SO AT 16 I DID MY DUTY

AND STARTED WORKING

FOR THE U.S. FOREST SERVICE.

IT WAS A LIFE OF TIMBER AND TOIL

WITH MEN AS TOUGH

AS THEIR AXE HANDLES

AND MORE MOUNTAINS

IN ALL DIRECTIONS

THAN I WOULD EVER SEE AGAIN.

BEING TOO YOUNG TO JOIN ME

PAUL TOOK A JOB AS LIFEGUARD

AT THE MUNICIPAL SWIMMING POOL

SO THAT DURING THE DAY

HE COULD LOOK OVER THE GIRLS

AND IN THE EVENINGS

HE COULD PURSUE HIS OTHER

PURPOSE IN LIFE-- FISHING.

A BE THOU MY VISION A

A OH, LORD OF MY HEART A

A NAUGHT BE ALL ELSE TO ME

SAVE THAT THOU ART A

A THOU MIGHT PRESS ON A

A BY DAY OR BY NIGHT A

A WAKING OR SLEEPING A

A THY PRESENCE, MY LIGHT. A

 

WHOO!

(boys laughing)

 

(whistles)

 

PREACHER,

COME ON.

 

COME ON.

 

SHUT UP.

(laughing)

 

DID I EVER TELL YOU GUYS

WHAT A FOREST FIRE SOUNDS LIKE

COMING DOWN A MOUNTAIN

AT 60 MILES...

SHUT UP.

DAMN IT,

THE FOREST FIRE.

I KNOW HOW WE CAN

GO DOWN IN HISTORY.

HOW'S THAT?

WE BORROW OLD MAN

SEIFERT'S ROWBOAT

AND WE SHOOT

THE CHUTES.

YOU CAN'T

SHOOT THE CHUTES, PAULY.

YOU CAN TRY.

YOU CAN DIE TRYING.

THEY'D BURY YOU

WITH FULL HONORS.

TELL THEM,

NORM.

WE WOULD BE

THE KINGS OF MISSOULA.

Paul:

YEAH, KINGS.

YOU WOULD GET

YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS

IN THE PAPER.

I'M DOING IT.

I AM.

YOU'LL DIE.

NO.

 

LET'S DO IT.

COME ON.

I'M WITH YOU.

LET'S GO.

WHAT?

ALL RIGHT.

YEAH!

WHOO!

A ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT,

GENTLY DOWN THE STREAM... A

LET'S GO.

 

I'LL GET THE OARS.

 

WHOSE IDEA

WAS THIS ANYWAY?

WHERE WE GOING, PAULY?

THIS WAY.

(shouting and laughing)

DON'T WORK

TOO HARD, CHUB.

(singing)

(water rushing)

 

JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH.

 

OKAY, WE'LL

PUT IN UPSTREAM.

 

OKAY.

FLIP IT.

 

OKAY, HOP IN.

 

COME ON

WE CAN ALL FIT.

I DON'T THINK SO.

NO, I...

 

(clucking like a chicken)

HEY.

ALL RIGHT.

JUST ME, NORM, AND CHUB.

JEEZ, PAULY...

OKAY.

THEN I GUESS

IT'S JUST THE MACLEANS.

 

YOU GUYS BE CAREFUL.

 

(laughing)

YOU AIN'T GOING OVER, PAULY.

THEY'LL PULL TO SHORE.

SEE YOU IN HEAVEN.

I GOT TO

TELL YOU SOMETHING.

COME ON, GUYS.

 

SEE YOU LATER, BOYS.

 

HEAVY ON THE RIGHT.

 

ON YOUR RIGHT,

WATCH THE RIGHT.

 

(laughing)

 

RIGHT.

RIGHT.

WATCH IT.

ON YOUR RIGHT,

ON YOUR RIGHT.

 

RIGHT.

 

HANG ON.

 

OH, JEEZ.

 

MACLEAN!

HEY!

 

MACLEAN.

 

PAULY!

HEY, CHUB.

 

MACLEAN!

(shouting)

 

WHAT THE HELL?

 

(laughing)

SON OF A...

 

CRAZY SON OF A...

 

CRAZY SON OF A BITCH.

 

YOU GUYS OKAY?

WHERE'S...

 

PREACH, YOU OKAY?

SURE.

 

(door creaking)

 

YOU WILL GO TO CHURCH

THIS DAY

AND PRAY

FOR FORGIVENESS.

 

YOUR MOTHER SPENT THE NIGHT

SICK WITH WORRY.

DID YOU THINK

ABOUT HER FEELINGS?

Mrs. Maclean:

MRS. CAMPBELL CALLED.

 

WHO GAVE YOU THE BOAT?

WE, UM...

BORROWED IT.

 

BORROWED?

 

BOYS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

 

WELL, YOU WILL WORK OFF

EVERY CENT OF ITS VALUE.

YES, SIR.

I'LL WORK IT OFF,

FATHER.

IT WAS MY IDEA.

 

(whistles)

WHOO!

WHAT YOU MAKING?

KNOW WHAT YOU NEED ON THAT?

HAM, CHEESE, AND SARDINES.

I DON'T WANT SARDINES.

I'LL SHOW YOU.

BOY, CAN YOU BELIEVE

THOSE GUYS?

THEY'LL BE TELLING EVERYONE

THE CLASS OF '19 DID IT.

I SHOULD WRITE

AN ARTICLE.

"MACLEANS CONQUER SHOOTS."

I DON'T LIKE SARDINES.

AND YOU COULD GET IT

IN THE SCHOOL PAPER, I BET.

CHUB.

"JEEZ, PAULY."

WHAT A SKEEZITS.

I DON'T WANT ANY

GODDAMN SARDINES.

 

(glass shattering)

 

(groaning)

 

NO, STOP IT.

STOP IT, STOP IT.

STOP IT!

(screams)

YOU HIT HER,

YOU SON OF A BITCH.

YOU KNOCKED HER DOWN,

YOU BASTARD.

SON OF A BITCH.

PLEASE, I SLIPPED,

I SLIPPED, I SLIPPED.

 

I JUST SLIPPED,

THAT'S ALL.

 

THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME

WE EVER FOUGHT.

PERHAPS WE WONDERED AFTERWARDS

WHICH ONE OF US WAS TOUGHER

BUT IF BOYHOOD QUESTIONS AREN'T

ANSWERED BEFORE A CERTAIN POINT

THEY CAN'T BE RAISED AGAIN.

SO WE RETURNED TO BEING

GRACIOUS TO ONE ANOTHER

AS THE CHURCH WALL SUGGESTED.

 

I THEN SAW SOMETHING REMARKABLE.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

PAUL BROKE FREE

OF OUR FATHER'S INSTRUCTIONS

INTO A RHYTHM ALL HIS OWN.

 

OKAY.

 

OKAY.

 

THEY'RE BOTH MARVELOUS.

 

I'D SAY THE LORD

HAS BLESSED

US ALL TODAY.

 

(clears throat)

 

IT'S JUST THAT HE'S BEEN

PARTICULARLY GOOD TO ME.

(laughs)

 

THE YEAR ENDED

WITH MY ACCEPTANCE

INTO DARTMOUTH COLLEGE.

SOMETIME BEFORE

FATHER HAD TOLD ME

I WAS ALLOWED TO ATTEND

ANY COLLEGE IN THE WORLD

I COULD GET INTO.

I KNEW HE EARNED NO MORE

THAN $1,800 A YEAR

SO HIS OFFER MEANT MORE

THAN ANYTHING IN MY LIFE.

WELL, DO YOUR BEST.

I WILL.

(clears throat)

Man:

ALL ABOARD.

 

HEY, NORMAN, NORM.

 

SO IN THE AUTUMN OF 1919,

I BOARDED THE NORTHERN PACIFIC

FOR A 3,000-MILE TRIP EAST

TO THE UNKNOWN.

TO THE SON OF A MONTANA MINISTER

DARTMOUTH WAS

MORE THAN AN EDUCATION.

IT WAS A REVELATION

EXPOSING ME TO A WORLD

I HAD ONLY GUESSED AT.

 

AS PART OF MY DEGREE

I WAS REQUIRED TO ENLIGHTEN

INCOMING FRESHMEN

ON THE WONDERS

OF THE ROMANTIC POETS

AND ALTHOUGH I WAS

UNAWARE OF IT THEN

TEACHING FIT ME.

BUT MOST OF THE TIME

I SAT IN THE CARD ROOM

OF MY FRATERNITY HOUSE

GIVING MY BLUENOSE BROTHERS

A LESSON IN FRONT STREET POKER.

IN ALL, I SPENT SIX YEARS

AT DARTMOUTH--

AWAY FROM HOME

NEARLY ALL THAT TIME.

ON THE OTHER HAND

PAUL STAYED HOME FOR COLLEGE

UNWILLING TO LEAVE THE FISH

HE HAD NOT YET CAUGHT.

 

AFTER GRADUATION

HE TOOK A JOB AS A REPORTER

FOR A HELENA NEWSPAPER

AND MOVED TO THAT TO--

HIS CONNECTION WITH THE FAMILY

GROWING AS SLIGHT AS MY OWN.

 

IT WAS NOT UNTIL

THE SPRING OF 1926

THAT I FINALLY DID COME HOME.

 

DINNER IS IN

HALF AN HOUR.

YOU HAVE TIME

FOR A BATH.

 

DO I LOOK THIN, MOTHER?

 

DO I LOOK OLD, NORMAN?

 

NO.

YOU LOOK, UH...

WISH PAUL COULD

HAVE BEEN HERE TONIGHT.

HE'S WORKING LATE.

 

NORMAN?

WOULD YOU COME IN?

 

I'M SORRY PAUL

WON'T BE HERE.

THE LIFE

OF A NEWSPAPERMAN.

WELL, YOU KNOW HOW PAUL

LIKES TO...

I DO.

SIT.

 

I ALSO HEAR THAT HE...

WELL, I HEAR EVERYTHING,

DON'T I?

GOD FORBID MY FLOCK

KEEP ME IN IGNORANCE.

 

YES.

YOU CAN BET EVERYONE

FROM HERE TO HELENA

KNOWS THE DETAILS

OF YOUR EDUCATION, NORMAN.

THAT IS

AN ACHIEVEMENT.

TO WHAT USE SHALL YOU PUT

THIS ACHIEVEMENT?

(clears throat)

WELL, I'VE BEEN CONSIDERING

THE FOREST SERVICE.

AS A CAREER?

NO.

NO, FOR THE SUMMER.

AH.

AS A BREAK.

WELL, THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.

THE BODY FUELS THE MIND.

THAT'S WHAT

I WAS THINKING.

AND AFTER?

I'M NOT ABSOLUTELY SURE YET.

WELL, YOU'VE HAD SIX YEARS

TO BECOME SURE, NORMAN.

 

HAVE YOU CONSIDERED

AN ADVANCED DEGREE?

THE LAW?

MEDICINE?

NO.

THE MINISTRY.

I'VE APPLIED FOR SEVERAL

TEACHING POSITIONS AND, UM...

HAVE YOU?

YES, COLLEGE LEVEL.

I HAVEN'T HEARD

ANYTHING YET.

NO, IT'S EARLY, BUT...

NOW, YOU HAVE TAUGHT CLASSES

ALREADY, HAVEN'T YOU?

YES.

AND DID YOU FIND

THAT EXPERIENCE REWARDING?

THAT IS TO SAY

DO YOU FEEL THIS COULD BE

YOUR CALLING?

MY CALLING?

Mrs. Maclean:

DINNER, GENTLEMEN.

 

Paul:

IF IT'S SO FUNNY,

HOW COME I'M NOT LAUGHING?

YES, PEE IN THEIR PANTS.

 

PAUL MACLEAN?

IN THERE.

Paul:

THE ANACONDA MINE RULES

SAY NO BREAKS, SO THEY HAVE

TO PEE IN THEIR PANTS.

Man:

WHAT ABOUT THE LATE

GEORGE MASTERSON?

Man #2:

OOH, THE GRIEVING WIDOW.

Man #1:

I'LL TAKE THAT ONE.

YOU TAKE THE ANACONDA.

BUT I'M THE BOSS, MACLEAN.

 

FINE BY ME, BOSS.

BROTHER.

 

LOOK AT YOU.

 

BOYS, THIS IS MY BIG BROTHER,

THE PROFESSOR.

GENTLEMEN.

COME ON.

 

Editor:

WE GO WITH IT.

THANKS FOR COMING TO SEE ME

LAST NIGHT.

I AM SORRY

ABOUT THAT.

WANTED TO BE THERE.

WANTED TO HEAR THE OLD MAN SAY

"NORMAN, COULD YOU COME

INTO MY STUDY, PLEASE?"

(laughing)

 

JEEZ, THE PROFESSOR.

 

WE SHOULD CELEBRATE.

 

YEAH.

A LITTLE EARLY FOR ME.

OH, THE EAST IS MAKING YOU SOFT.

IS THAT RIGHT?

 

DO MUCH FISHING OUT EAST?

NONE.

NONE?

WELL, WHAT DO YOU SAY?

BIG BLACKFOOT.

 

YOU SET?

YEAH.

 

WHY DON'T YOU TAKE

THIS HOLE?

NO, THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

NO, NO,

IT'S A GOOD HOLE.

 

(casts line)

 

TOO TIGHT.

TRY A ROLL CAST.

 

(disgusted grunt)

 

THE FISH

ARE OUT FURTHER.

 

JUST A LITTLE... FURTHER.

CAST YOUR LINE

INTO THE CURRENT.

IT'LL GIVE YOU

A BETTER BASE.

ADD SOME DISTANCE.

YOU'RE JUST RUSTY,

THAT'S ALL.

 

HE CALLED IT SHADOW CASTING--

KEEPING HIS LINE ABOVE WATER

LONG ENOUGH AND LOW ENOUGH

TO MAKE A RAINBOW RISE.

AND I REALIZED THAT IN THE TIME

I WAS AWAY

MY BROTHER HAD BECOME AN ARTIST.

AND ONE DAY MY COACH

COMES UP TO ME AND SAYS

"MAC, HOW'D YOU LIKE

TO MEET JOHN L. SULLIVAN?"

NO.

YES, THE JOHN L. SULLIVAN.

THE LAST BARE-KNUCKLE CHAMPION

OF THE WORLD.

IT WAS THEN I KNEW I WAS HOME.

STANDING ON THE STEPS OF

THE MISSOULA LIBRARY ONCE AGAIN

LATE AT NIGHT

TELLING STORIES TO THE SAME BOYS

WHO HAD SAT THERE

AND LISTENED

A HUNDRED TIMES BEFORE.

AND WHO HAD, IN MY ABSENCE,

BECOME MEN.

IT JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU,

THE WORLD IS FULL OF BASTARDS.

Both:

THE NUMBER INCREASING RAPIDLY

THE FURTHER ONE GETS

FROM MISSOULA, MONTANA.

AMEN.

THAT'S WHY YOU NEED

TO STICK AROUND HERE.

HEY, WHERE'S THE GARGLE?

YES, PASS

THIS WAY.

I'M TAKING YOU

TO THE FOURTH OF JULY DANCE.

EVERY GIRL YOU NEED TO KNOW

WILL BE THERE.

WITHOUT MAMA.

FIND YOU A LITTLE SHEBA.

WELL, GENTLEMEN,

IT'S BEEN SWELL.

WHERE YOU GOING?

HEAVY DATE,

PAULY?

WITH A POKER TABLE.

YOU SEE THEM NEW SIGNS

ON THE WAY DOWN, PAULY?

"DOES YOUR HUSBAND MISBEHAVE

"GRUNT AND GRUMBLE,

RANT AND RAVE?

WELL, SHOOT THAT BRUTE

SOME BURMA SHAVE."

(guys laughing)

THE ROAD TO WHERE?

LOLO.

 

BEING BACK IN MY FATHER'S CHURCH

SEEMED TO COMPLETE MY RETURN.

MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE

I REALIZED

IT WAS MY FATHER'S WORDS

THAT MADE ME FEEL MOST AT HOME.

...AND IN THE GLOW

OF AWAKENED MEMORIES

WHEN THE DEEPEST FEELINGS

OF THE HEART ARE ALL ASTIR

WE ARE REMINDED OF THE POET

WHO SINGS

"BACKWARD, TURN BACKWARD,

OH, TIME, OH, FLIGHT

MAKE ME A CHILD AGAIN,

JUST FOR TONIGHT."

 

 

 

('20s dance music playing)

 

WHOO!

OOH!

 

RECOGNIZE ANYBODY?

WELL, UH...

OH, YOU BEEN GONE

TOO LONG, SON.

Man:

OH, JESSIE.

 

WHO'S THAT?

WHO?

THERE.

 

YEAH?

 

LITTLE INFATUATION?

CHUB, WHO IS THAT?

JESSIE BURNS.

FROM WOLF CREEK.

GOT A BROTHER

WHO WENT TO HOLLYWOOD.

JESSIE BURNS.

 

EXCUSE ME,

WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?

OH, GOD, WOULD YOU

BE A DOLL

AND GET US A DRINK?

JESSIE,

WHO'S THAT?

 

HERE YOU ARE.

 

HERE YOU GO.

OH, GREAT.

YOU'RE A LIFESAVER.

OOP.

HOW LADYLIKE.

 

I HAVE TO BE CAREFUL

OR I'LL WIPE OFF

ALL THE POWDER.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA.

 

A PACK UP ALL MY CARE AND WOE A

A HERE I GO, SINGING LOW A

A BYE-BYE, BLACKBIRD... A

YOU KNOW, I HEARD

LOUIS ARMSTRONG SING THIS SONG

IN A LITTLE SPEAK

IN GREENWICH VILLAGE, NEW YORK.

REALLY?

BEST JAZZ IN THE WORLD.

COLORED JAZZ, YOU KNOW.

THE REAL McCOY.

NOT LIKE PAUL WHITEMAN

OR THE KLIQUOT CLUB ESKIMOS.

MY MOTHER LOVES

THE KLIQUOT CLUB ESKIMOS.

 

DOES SHE?

 

A ...BLACKBIRD, BYE-BYE... A

 

DANCE?

 

YEAH.

Man:

YOWSA, YOWSA, YOWSA.

LET THE FIREWORKS BEGIN.

(fireworks exploding)

GUYS, COME ON.

JESSIE, COME ON.

JESSIE.

LOOK AT THAT.

WOW!

SWELL.

 

WHAT A WONDERFUL IDEA.

WHAT BETTER LESSON

FOR THOSE GIRLS

THAN A TRIP

TO THE RESERVATION

TO LEARN A REAL

CHRISTIAN MESSAGE OF GIVING.

DON'T YOU THINK?

I'LL ORGANIZE IT.

DON'T LIFT A FINGER.

OH, THANK YOU, EVA.

THIS IS THE MOST

CHARITABLE IDEA

I'VE HEARD IN YEARS.

DO YOU KNOW

THOSE INDIAN CHILDREN

DON'T EVEN

HAVE SHOES, NORMAN?

YOU WAITING

FOR THE PHONE?

I DON'T HAVE TO.

NO, GO AHEAD.

OKAY.

IF YOU NEED

TO USE IT.

NO, NO, NO,

I'VE WORK TO DO.

 

HELLO, MRS. HATCHER.

 

HELLO, MRS. HATCHER,

I'D LIKE...

OH, SHE'S FINE.

I'D LIKE...

YES, THEY'RE FINE,

EVERYBODY'S FINE.

THEY'RE ALL FINE,

MRS. HATCHER.

I'D LIKE THE BURNS RESIDENCE

IN WOLF CREEK, PLEASE.

YES, MRS. HATCHER,

I KNOW IT'S LONG DISTANCE.

THANK YOU.

 

HELLO.

IS JESSIE THERE?

OH, THIS IS NORMAN MACLEAN,

BUT I DON'T THINK SHE...

 

HELLO.

 

NO, I'M THE ONE

WHO BROUGHT YOU THE DRINK.

MM-HMM.

NO, WE DIDN'T GET A CHANCE.

THE FIREWORKS STARTED

AND, WELL...

WE TALKED ABOUT MUSIC?

AND I SAID I HEARD

LOUIS ARMSTRONG SING THE...

YEAH, THAT'S ME.

YEAH, I WAS

JUST A LITTLE NERVOUS, HMM?

WELL, BECAUSE... YOU WERE SO

JE NE SAIS QUOI.

 

AND I THOUGHT MAYBE I COULD

COME OVER

AND LISTEN TO THE KLIQUOT CLUB

ESKIMOS WITH YOUR MOTHER.

 

YES.

UH-HUH.

WELL, ACTUALLY, I CALLED BECAUSE

I WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

WELL, UM, HOW ABOUT SATURDAY?

UH, 8:00?

 

OKAY.

 

OKAY.

THEN I'LL SEE YOU THEN.

BYE.

 

(drunken singing)

I'D LIKE TO DO THAT AGAIN.

 

Paul:

HEY, HERE THEY ARE.

 

BROTHER.

HI.

HI.

JESSIE, THIS IS MY

BABY BROTHER PAUL.

AND THIS IS MONASITA.

MABEL.

HI.

SHALL WE?

 

WHAT DO YOU SAY, PAULY?

HEY, PAULY.

MURPH.

PREACHER.

PREACHER?

HOW ARE YOU, MURPH?

LONG TIME,

LONG TIME.

GOOD TO SEE YOU.

UH, YOU KNOW

THE HOUSE RULES

AS GOOD AS I DO, PAUL.

NO INJUNS.

PERIOD.

I JUST FLAT DON'T LIKE

THE HOUSE RULES, MURPH.

ME NEITHER.

 

WHAT ARE YOU GOING

TO MAKE ME DO HERE, PAULY?

JUST GET US A TABLE

FOR FOUR.

 

LAST TIME, PAUL.

HELLO, JUDGE.

PAUL.

YOU CAN GET HIM BACK.

GET DRUNK AND DANCE NAKED

ON HIS TABLE.

I'LL BEAT THE HELL

OUT OF THE SON OF A BITCH.

 

(music playing)

MOLLY, MY DARLING.

HI, PAUL.

 

THEY'VE GOT

SOME SWELL HOOTCH HERE.

THEY EVEN WASH THE GLASSES.

 

Woman:

DRINK?

WHAT'LL IT BE, JESSIE? JESSIE.

I'LL HAVE A MARTINI, PAUL.

IT IS PAUL?

RIGHTY-O.

THE USUAL FOR NORM,

GIN AND PRUNE JUICE.

MAKE THAT A DOUBLE.

Mabel:

EXCUSE ME.

I'D LIKE TO ORDER

A DRINK TOO.

WHISKEY, DOUBLE.

 

SO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING

NOW, MABEL?

I SELL BAIT.

 

YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HAIR

I'VE EVER SEEN.

 

YOU THINK I SHOULD

GET IT BOBBED?

NO, NO, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS.

 

AH, WELL...

"THE CANDLE BURNS

AT BOTH ENDS.

"IT WILL NOT LAST

THE NIGHT.

"BUT, AH, MY FOES,

AND, OH, MY FRIENDS

IT GIVES A LOVELY LIGHT."

THAT'S NICE.

 

HOW ABOUT TO MY EDITOR,

THE OLD F...

THE OLD CURMUDGEON,

EXCUSE ME.

HE TOOK ME OFF

THE ANACONDA STORY TODAY.

I'M A REPORTER

ATTHE BEE.

I KNOW.

HOW?

OH, I'M FAMOUS.

FISHING NEWSPAPERMAN.

YOU KNOW HE FISHES TOO?

I THOUGHT EVERYBODY KNEW.

BROTHER, YOU BEEN AWAY

A LONG TIME.

I'D SAY SO.

ANYWAY, IT SEEMS MY EDITOR...

THE OLD CURMUDGEON.

YES, EXACTLY.

HAS BEEN GETTING CALLS.

NO NAMES, JUST THREATS.

REAL THREATS?

WELL, IT'S NICE TO KNOW

YOU'RE TOUCHING

A NERVE BUTTON.

WELL, WHAT DID

THEY SAY?

HMM?

WHAT DID THEY SAY?

HMM?

WHAT DID THEY SAY?

YOU'LL HAVE

TO CUT IT OUT OF HIM.

THE USUAL.

SOME OF THE BOYS

WILL COME DOWN

AND PAY ME

A LITTLE VISIT.

FIT YOU WITH A PAIR

OF CONCRETE GALOSHES, SEE?

EXACTLY.

 

I HAVE TO DANCE.

 

Man:

HEY, HEY.

 

WATCH OUT.

WOW.

 

AND NOW "THE MUSKRAT RAMBLE."

(music starts)

 

(glasses clatter)

HEY!

 

(slow music starts)

 

I'M NOWHERE NEAR AS GOOD

AS MY BROTHER, BUT...

WOULD YOU DO ME THE HONOR?

I'D LOVE TO.

 

Norman:

"DEAR JESSIE

"AS THE MOON LINGERS A MOMENT

OVER THE BITTERROOTS

"BEFORE ITS DESCENT

INTO THE INVISIBLE

"MY MIND IS FILLED WITH SONG.

"I FIND I AM HUMMING, SOFTLY

"NOT TO THE MUSIC,

BUT SOMETHING ELSE...

"SOMEPLACE ELSE...

"A PLACE REMEMBERED...

"A FIELD OF GRASS WHERE NO ONE

SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN

"EXCEPT THE DEER

"AND THE MEMORY IS STRENGTHENED

BY THE FEELING OF YOU

"DANCING IN MY AWKWARD ARMS.

NORMAN."

 

(telephone rings)

 

YES?

 

WHAT'S WRONG?

Mrs. Maclean:

NORMAN?

IT'S OKAY, MOTHER.

WHO IS THIS?

 

I'M NORMAN MACLEAN.

NAH, HE DOESN'T

HAVE TO POST BOND.

HE HAS FRIENDS HERE.

JUST TAKE HIM HOME.

WHAT DID HE DO?

HE HIT A GUY

AND THE GUY'S MISSING

A COUPLE TEETH.

WHY DID HE HIT HIM?

IT SAYS HERE

A REMARK WAS PASSED

CONCERNING

THE INDIAN WOMAN

HE WAS WITH.

THE GUY DESERVED IT.

WE'RE PICKING

YOUR BROTHER UP

TOO MUCH LATELY.

IS THAT RIGHT?

BESIDES, HE'S BEHIND

ON THE POKER GAME

AT LOLO.

IT'S NOT HEALTHY

TO GET BEHIND AT LOLO.

IS HE HURT?

HE'S NOT HURT.

HE'S JUST SICK.

HE DRINKS TOO MUCH.

DOWN AT LOLO

THEY DON'T DRINK

TOO MUCH.

 

YOU BETTER GO IN

AND GET YOUR BROTHER.

 

THANKS.

 

Man:

A I'M TIRED

AND I WANT TO GO TO BED A

A I JUST HAD A DRINK

ABOUT AN HOUR AGO A

A IT WENT RIGHT TO MY HEAD A

A NO MATTER WHERE I GO A

A BY LAND OR SEA OR BOAT A

A YOU CAN ALWAYS HEAR ME

SINGING THIS SONG A

A SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME. A

 

(groans)

 

IF YOU NEED ANY MONEY, PAUL

OR ANYTHING ELSE

I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT...

SHE LIVES PAST

THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE.

 

I CAN HELP.

 

TURN HERE.

 

(fiddle, banjo,

and guitar playing)

 

(starter's gun fires)

 

Girl:

COME HERE, JEANNIE, COME HERE.

 

I GOT IT.

 

Man:

OH, HO, HO

LOOK AT THAT.

WELL, CHICKENS HAVEN'T

COME HOME TO ROOST YET, AL.

 

NOT BAD.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT,

NORMAN?

CLARA, WAS THAT

YOUR JELLY?

YES, IT WAS.

IT WAS WONDERFUL.

AND IS THIS NORMAN?

MY GOODNESS.

WE'RE VERY PROUD.

NICE TO HAVE YOU BACK.

HER DAUGHTER'S

QUITE A BEAUTY.

THERE SHE IS,

OVER THERE.

Mrs. Maclean:

20 ONLY A WEEK AGO.

SHE'S BRIGHT

AS A LIGHT.

MOTHER.

MR. MURCHISON,

HOW ARE YOU?

(louder:)

HOW ARE YOU?

HOW ARE YOU?

QUITE WELL, THANK YOU.

GOOD, GOOD.

AND THIS IS PAUL?

NO, THIS IS NORMAN.

NORMAN.

OH, NORMAN.

YOU'RE

LOOKING GOOD.

YES, HASN'T HE

GROWN UP?

Mr. Murchison:

OH, YES.

Mrs. Maclean:

PAUL'S HERE, COME ON.

I'M MEETING JESSIE BURNS' FAMILY

AT THE STATION.

HER BROTHER NEAL'S COMING IN

FROM CALIFORNIA.

OH, WELL, NOW.

SO I'M LATE.

SHOULD WE HAVE HER

TO DINNER?

PERHAPS, MOTHER.

 

HELLO.

HOWDY.

MOTHER.

(shrieking:)

STOP!

(giggling)

COME ON.

Man:

HI, PAUL.

WELL, WELL.

HELLO, PAUL.

HI, SAM.

LET ME

BORROW THOSE.

HELLO, FATHER.

 

WHOO!

Man:

FIRST SHOT

AND HE BANGS IT

RIGHT UP THERE.

 

THE BURNS FAMILY

RAN A GENERAL STORE

IN A ONE-STORE TOWN

AND STILL MANAGED TO DO BADLY.

THIS IS NORMAN.

THEY WERE METHODISTS--

A DENOMINATION

MY FATHER REFERRED TO

AS "BAPTISTS WHO COULD READ."

POP.

IT'S A PLEASURE.

MY MOTHER.

JESSIE TELLS ME

YOU'RE A POET.

ARE YOU RELATED

TO THE FISHING NEWSPAPERMAN?

THAT'S MY BROTHER.

JESSIE SAYS YOU

JUST GOT YOUR DEGREE.

JESSIE

WAS MAJORING IN...

FLAPPERISM.

SCIENCE,

WASN'T IT?

BUT SHE DROPPED OUT.

Jessie:

AUNT SALLY!

SHE COULD LEARN FROM YOU.

LET THE YOUNG MAN

BREATHE.

HE'S NOT USED TO THIS.

HE'S A PRESBYTERIAN.

 

Mrs. Burns:

OOH, NEAL.

HE'S HERE,

HE'S HERE!

 

LET'S GO.

 

(laughs)

JESSIE'S BROTHER, NEAL,

STEPPED OFF THE TRAIN

TRYING TO REMEMBER

WHAT A DAVIS CUP TENNIS PLAYER

LOOKED LIKE.

YOU LOOK SO GOOD.

HOW YOU DOING?

YOU LOOK GREAT.

OH, NEAL

THIS IS NORMAN.

MY BROTHER NEAL.

HELLO, BOY.

 

DID YOU SIT UP

ALL NIGHT?

I MET SOME

NICE PEOPLE.

WHAT DO YOU THINK

ABOUT THIS TIE?

COME ON,

LET HIM BREATHE.

LET'S GO EAT.

OH, GREAT IDEA.

Mrs. Burns:

I'VE GOT BAKING

CHICKENS AT HOME.

MRS. MILLER GAVE US

SOME CHERRIES.

Neal:

MRS. MILLER'S

STILL ALIVE?

Mrs. Burns:

OH, NOT THE HOMEMADE BEER.

BOY, WAS A GOOD YEAR.

OVER THE LIPS,

PAST THE GUMS

LOOK OUT STOMACH,

HERE SHE COMES.

 

WHAT'S THE FIRST STATION

OUT THERE?

WHEN I TRAVELED,

SAN BERDOO WAS THERE.

AND A LOT OF SAND

AND A HELL

OF A LOT OF DESERT.

WE CAME BACK

TO SALT LAKE CITY

AND HAD

TO CHANGE THERE.

THERE WAS A HOTEL THAT...

SERVED OYSTERS.

SERVED OYSTERS, YEAH.

NORMAN,

DO YOU DRINK?

DOES HE DRINK?

A LITTLE BIT.

HERE'S TO THE OLE FAM-DAMN-ILY.

Boy:

THE FAM-DAMN-ILY.

Mr. Burns:

DOWN THE TRENCHES.

IT'S NICE

TO HAVE HIM BACK.

Jessie:

HE'S FINE,

AUNT SALLY.

HE'S JUST TIRED.

Mrs. Burns:

AT LEAST HE STILL

HAS HIS APPETITE.

 

SO, HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN

TO STAY, NEAL?

SPORT.

SPORT, COME HERE.

 

I DON'T KNOW.

I MISS THE OCEAN.

WHAT'S IT LIKE?

IT'S BIG AND BLUE.

PEOPLE RIDE

ON THE WAVES.

I WAS GETTING GOOD AT IT.

OW!

DAMN IT!

BAD DOG!

JEEZ, MA.

WELL, YOU GET HIM SO EXCITED.

ANYWHO, WHAT WAS

I TALKING ABOUT?

THE WATER.

THE OCEAN.

OH, OH, YEAH, YEAH.

WE'D RIDE THOSE WAVES

ALL DAY LONG.

RAMON, ME, RONNIE COLMAN.

RONALD COLMAN?

RONALD COLMAN?

I LOVE RONALD COLMAN.

I LOOK LIKE RONALD COLMAN.

 

YEAH.

I CAN'T PICTURE RONALD COLMAN

RIDING ON WAVES.

(laughing)

SOME KODAK, HUH?

WELL, MA

IT'S BEEN A LONG TRIP.

 

MAYBE YOU COULD GO FISHING

WITH NORMAN.

HMM?

Jessie:

THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.

 

YEAH.

WONDERFUL, WOULDN'T IT BE?

FISHING.

YOU DO FISH?

OF COURSE.

HE HAS A POLE

AND EVERYTHING.

OH, YES,

EVERYBODY DOES.

YOU BETCHA.

WHEN WOULD BE

A GOOD TIME?

FRIDAY.

FRIDAY'S GOOD.

YEAH, WHAT TIME?

6:00.

A.M.?

(all laughing)

 

YES, HE'LL BE THERE.

WON'T YOU, HONEY?

THANK YOU, NORMAN.

MY PLEASURE.

MAYBE PAUL

COULD COME TOO?

Mrs. Burns:

THAT WOULD BE NICE.

I'M SURE PAUL WOULD LOVE

TO GO FISHING.

CAN I COME?

NOT THIS TIME,

HONEY.

NEXT TIME.

 

WHY DON'T YOU GO

WITH NEAL, NORMAN?

HMM?

YOU KNOW, MAKE YOUR PLANS.

OH, YEAH.

 

THE ONLY PLAN NEAL HAD

WAS A TRIP TO BLACK JACK'S BAR,

AN OLD FREIGHT CAR

SET IN THE WOODS

WHERE ANY HONEST POLICEMAN

WOULDN'T FIND IT.

Neal:

IT WAS THIS OTTER

AND HER PUPS.

I HAD A HELL OF A TIME

TRACKING THEM.

AFTER A FEW SHOTS

OF VILE WHISKEY

BREWED BY BLACK JACK HIMSELF

NEAL BEGAN TO HOLD FORTH.

HE'D CHOSEN MONTANA SUBJECTS

TO SPIN LIES

ABOUT SHOOTING,

HIKING, TRAPPING

TO IMPRESS THE ONLY OTHER CLIENT

AT THE BAR--

A PLOY THAT WAS PAYING OFF.

SHE TRIED TO LOSE ME

AGAIN AND AGAIN...

SHE WENT BY THE NAME

OF OLD RAWHIDE.

TEN YEARS BEFORE,

SHE'D BEEN ELECTED BEAUTY QUEEN.

SHE HAD RIDDEN BAREBACK,

STANDING UP.

HER SKIRTS FLEW HIGH

AND SHE WON THE CONTEST.

I COULDN'T

FEEL MY HANDS.

I'M THINKING

ABOUT MY DOG, SPORT.

IF IT GETS ANY COLDER

I MAY HAVE

TO SLIT HIM OPEN

AND STICK MY HANDS IN

TO KEEP THEM

FROM FREEZING.

HELL, I DID IT BEFORE

UP AT THE YUKON.

GOD KNOWS

I LOVE THAT DOG...

SHE STILL WORE

A HORSEWOMAN'S DIVIDED SKIRTS

A HARDSHIP

IN HER NEW PROFESSION.

AND THERE

ON A BRANCH

WAITING TO JUMP

ON THE FIRST DEER

IS THE GODDAMN OTTER.

HEY, BUSTER

WHAT'S

AN OTTER DOING

ON THE TOP

OF ROGER'S PASS?

THEY SWIM DOWN

IN THE CRICKS.

JACK

BRING THIS LADY

A WHISKEY.

I GOT

TO SHOVE OFF.

AND DON'T FORGET

FRIDAY, FISHING.

WHAT?

 

WHAT SAY?

THEY SAID I'D FIND YOU

AT YOUR OTHER OFFICE.

YEAH, DEADLINE.

CAN'T WORK THERE.

HMM.

YOU COME FOR A DRINK?

UM, A FAVOR.

UH-OH.

GO FISHING WITH ME?

 

SURE.

WELL, THAT'S MARVY

BECAUSE JESSIE'S GOT A BROTHER

IN FROM CALIFORNIA,

AND, UH...

I WON'T LIE--

HE'S A WORLD CHAMPION

PECKERWOOD.

BAIT FISHERMAN?

HE DIDN'T SAY.

GOOD LORD.

GEORGE!

HE'LL SHOW UP

WITH A COFFEE CAN

FULL OF WORMS.

RED CAN, HILLS BROTHERS.

I PROMISED JESSIE.

 

ARE YOU GETTING SERIOUS?

WHAT?

YOU SON

OF A BITCH

YOU'RE GETTING SERIOUS.

 

WELL?

I DON'T KNOW.

 

THEN I GUESS WE GOT TO DO IT.

 

(car horn honking)

 

(car horn honking)

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.

 

Paul:

AS I LIVE AND BREATHE.

BUSTER HERE WANTS TO FISH.

 

YOU'RE LATE, NEAL.

 

YEAH, I DIDN'T

GET IN TILL LATE.

I DIDN'T

GET IN AT ALL.

Norman:

NEAL, PAUL.

PAUL, NEAL.

IN MONTANA,

WE'RE NEVER LATE

FOR CHURCH,

WORK, AND FISHING.

RIGHTY-O.

ANYWHO, THIS IS...

WE'VE MET.

WE'VE MET.

 

DON'T GO AWAY.

 

WATCH THE FIRST STEP.

IT'S A LULU.

 

SO.

YOU READY TO..?

NEAL.

NEAL!

WHAT?

FISHING.

 

BUSTER WANTS TO FISH.

 

OH, NEAL,

WHAT ABOUT THE BAIT?

DUMB DORA.

 

WE'RE NOT GOING

TO CATCH ANYTHING.

IT'S TOO DAMN HOT.

MAY HE CATCH

THREE DOSES OF CLAP.

SURE GLAD I DIDN'T

GET SOME SLEEP.

AW!

WHERE IS HE?

 

JEEZ.

 

I'LL CATCH UP.

YEAH.

 

I KNOW, YOU GOT 20.

 

COULDN'T YOU FIND HIM?

THE HELL WITH HIM.

I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED

TO HELP HIM.

HOW DO YOU HELP

THAT SON OF A BITCH?

BY TAKING HIM FISHING.

HE DOESN'T LIKE FISHING,

DOESN'T LIKE MONTANA.

SURE AS HELL DOESN'T LIKE ME.

WELL, MAYBE WHAT HE LIKES

IS SOMEBODY TRYING TO HELP HIM.

 

YOU SANK THE BEER, YEAH?

YOU BET YOUR LIFE.

YEAH.

OKAY, LET'S GO.

 

OH, JEEZ,

I CAN TASTE IT.

 

Paul:

SHOULD WE KILL HIM?

Norman:

SHIT.

 

GODDAMN IT.

HOLY CHRIST.

 

Norman:

THIS IS NOT GOOD.

SHE'S GOT A TATOO.

INITIALS?

NO.

"LOVE."

 

I CAN GET IN MYSELF.

I DON'T NEED HELP.

(groaning)

 

YOU GOT ANYTHING

TO DRINK, BUSTER?

BUSTER'S THE ONE

WITH THE RED ASS.

 

(grunts)

 

I'M IN DEEP TROUBLE.

YOU WANT ME TO COME

AND PROTECT YOU?

MRS. BURNS WOULD

LOVE TO MEET HER.

I AIN'T BURNED.

THE SUN DON'T BOTHER ME.

YEAH.

NORM, WHAT ABOUT ME

SPENDING THE NIGHT?

WE COME BACK HERE TOMORROW,

WIPE THIS DAY OFF THE BOOKS.

IT'S A DEAL.

COME ON, BUSTER.

I'M AS DRY AS DIRT.

HARK, FAIR JULIET SPEAKS.

 

GOOD LUCK.

 

(groans)

 

OW!

 

SWEET JESUS.

 

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

TO MY BOY?

NO, OW!

 

HE FELL ASLEEP

IN THE SUN.

 

Mrs. Burns:

MY LORD IN HEAVEN.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, HONEY.

WE'LL FIX IT.

 

YOU LEFT HIM ALONE, NORMAN?

HE BROUGHT SOMEONE AND, UH...

I THINK YOU BETTER GO HOME.

 

(knocks on door)

 

I NEED A RIDE HOME.

 

BETTER HANG ON.

WHAT ARE YOU DO..?

 

I DON'T THINK YOU, UH...

THEY SEND TRAINS

DOWN HERE ALL THE TIME

WITHOUT A SCHEDULE.

THEY'RE NOT, UH...

I DON'T THINK THEY

CAN SEE US IN HERE.

 

WELL, THANKS FOR THE FLIGHT.

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE FUNNY.

OH, HOW AM I FUNNY?

YOU, UH, YOU DON'T

LIKE MY BROTHER, DO YOU?

 

NO, I DO NOT LIKE YOUR BROTHER.

 

I DON'T KNOW

ANY CARD TRICKS, JESS

BUT I LIKE YOU.

AND I WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

 

(car horn honking)

HEY!

HELLO, JESS.

HEY, PAUL.

HOW'S YOUR BROTHER?

YOU BOTH LEFT HIM ALONE.

I'M SORRY, THAT WAS MY FAULT.

WELL, YOU'RE NOT FORGIVEN.

WAS NORMAN FORGIVEN?

NORMAN'S NOT FUNNY.

 

OOH.

 

Mrs. Maclean:

AND I HUNG FRESH TOWELS

ON THE WASHSTAND FOR YOU.

DID YOU POWDER

MY TOOTHBRUSH?

OH.

LET PAUL TELL

HIS LATEST STORY.

OH, YES,

WHICH ONE?

THE MURDER

OR THE FIRE?

THEY SHOULD PUT YOU

ON THE CHURCH BEAT.

QUOTE,

THE REVEREND MACLEAN

HAD A NICE ROAST

WHILE DINING

WITH HIS FAMILY.

ALL EXCEPT

THE POOR, ELDER SON

ENJOYED IT

IMMENSELY.

NORMAN, WHAT'S THE MATTER?

HE'S NOT FUNNY.

 

(whispering:)

HE'S NOT FUNNY.

 

THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT

ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

IT'S ALL RIGHT

IF YOU'RE DULL.

Mrs. Maclean:

NO.

WE'RE VERY PROUD OF YOU.

 

YES.

I DO HAVE ONE STORY.

I INTERVIEWED

THE PRESIDENT.

 

CALVIN COOLIDGE?

MR. COOLIDGE?

WHEN?

HE WAS IN DAKOTA.

FLY-FISHING.

FLY-FISHING!

IN A SUIT AND TIE

WHITE GLOVES

AND PATENT LEATHER SHOES.

SO I ASKED HIM

I SAID, "EXCUSE ME, SIR

WHAT ARE THEY BITING ON?"

HE SAYS, "THE END OF MY LINE."

 

"THE END OF MY LINE."

 

THEN THE LOCALS CAME OVER

TIED ON SOME FLY

THE SIZE OF A CHICKEN.

OLD CAL

HEAVES IT OUT.

FIGURES IF HE CAN'T

CATCH A TROUT

HE'LL SCARE

ONE TO DEATH.

 

DID YOU GET A PICTURE?

BE IN THE SUNDAY PAPER.

"CLOSED-MOUTH CAL

COMMUNES WITH THE CRAPPIES."

 

UGH.

 

OH, MOTHER, THAT WAS AMAZING.

HE USUALLY EATS

WHAT HE HITS ON THE ROAD.

NOW THAT WAS FUNNY.

YOU KNOW, I DO WORRY...

I'M GOING TO RUN...

WHAT?

WHAT?

OH, I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY...

 

THOUGHT I'D GO MEET

SOME OLD PALS

BEING IN TOWN AND ALL.

DON'T YOU WAIT UP.

I PLAN ON EATING THE REST

WHEN NOBODY'S LOOKING.

 

I UNDERSTAND HE'S CHANGED

THE SPELLING OF OUR NAME.

MacLean, WITH A CAPITAL "L."

NOW EVERYONE WILL THINK

WE'RE LOWLAND SCOTS.

 

HOWDY, NORMAN.

 

HI THERE, MR. SWEENEY.

WHO DO YOU KNOW

AT THE UNIVERSITY

OF CHICAGO?

CHICKEN IN A CAR,

CAR WON'T GO.

THAT'S HOW YOU

SPELL CHICAGO.

 

(Reverend Maclean murmuring)

 

"THOUGH NOTHING

CAN BRING BACK THE HOUR

"OF SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS

"OF GLORY IN THE FLOWER,

WE WILL GRIEVE NOT

RATHER FIND STRENGTH

IN WHAT REMAINS BEHIND."

"IN THE PRIMAL SYMPATHY

WHICH HAVING BEEN MUST EVER BE."

"IN THE SOOTHING THOUGHTS

THAT SPRING OUT

OF HUMAN SUFFERING"

"IN THE FAITH

THAT LOOKS THROUGH DEATH."

"THANKS TO THE HUMAN HEART

BY WHICH WE LIVE.

"THANKS TO ITS TENDERNESS,

ITS JOYS, ITS FEARS.

"TO ME

"THE MEANEST FLOWER

THAT GROWS

Both:

"CAN GIVE THOUGHTS

THAT DO OFTEN LIE

TOO DEEP FOR TEARS."

 

GOOD LUCK, SON.

THERE'S SANDWICHES IN HERE.

IT WAS ONE WEEK

BEFORE I SPOKE TO JESSIE AGAIN.

SHE TOLD ME THAT NEAL

WAS GOING BACK TO CALIFORNIA

AND THAT HE WOULD APPRECIATE

MESEEING HIM OFF.

 

THOUGH I WAS SURPRISED

BY THE INVITATION

I ASKED ONLY ONE QUESTION:

DIDSHEWANT ME TO COME?

AND SHE ANSWERED YES.

DON'T FORGET

TO WRITE.

 

Jessie:

IF HE CAME BACK NEXT SUMMER,

WOULD YOU TRY AND HELP HIM?

Norman:

IF YOU WANTED ME TO,

I WOULD TRY.

HE'S NOT COMING BACK.

AT LEAST HE'S GOT

FRIENDS THERE.

WHO, RONALD COLMAN?

 

WHY IS IT THE PEOPLE

WHO NEED THE MOST HELP

WON'T TAKE IT?

I DON'T KNOW, JESS.

 

OH, GOD.

I DON'T...

I DON'T CRY, NORMAN.

 

CAN I SHOW YOU SOMETHING?

ONLY IF IT'S

SOMETHING GOOD.

 

READ.

 

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?

WHAT DO I THINK?!

I THINK IT'S THE BERRIES.

YOU DO?

YEAH, TO GET AWAY,

CHICAGO.

GOD, IT'S HEAVEN.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN?

NO, NOT ANYWHERE.

HELENA.

(laughing)

GOD, CONGRATULATIONS, NORMAN.

TRUTH IS,

I'M NOT SURE I WANT TO LEAVE.

MONTANA? WHY?

IT'LL ALWAYS BE HERE.

NOT MONTANA.

THEN WHAT?

 

WHAT?

I'M NOT SURE

I WANT TO LEAVE YOU.

 

Paul:

WATCH IT, FRED.

THEY'RE AFTER YOU.

 

WELL, NOW.

 

GIVE US A COUPLE

BOILERMAKERS, FRED.

 

Fred:

TWO UP.

 

WELL, HERE'S TO THE HEART,

GODDAMN IT.

OH, LORDY.

 

I'M IN LOVE

WITH JESSIE BURNS.

JESUS CHRIST, NORM.

WITH ALL THE FISH IN THE RIVER.

NOT LIKE HER.

OH, RIGHT.

NOT LIKE HER.

 

CONGRATULATIONS.

I'M REAL HAPPY

FOR YOU.

 

WELL, GODDAMN IT,

LET'S GO CELEBRATE.

DONE.

A ...BANANAS TODAY A

A WE'VE GOT

HOME-GROWN POTATOES A

A AND VINE-RIPENED TOMATOES... A

IT'S A STINKER.

WHAT?

IT STINKS.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

IT'S A CLASSIC.

OH, REALLY?

 

YES.

A WE HAVE NO BANANAS A

A WE HAVE NO BANANAS TODAY. A

 

Norman:

WHERE ARE WE?

WHERE WE GOING?

 

LOLO.

YUP.

 

WELL.

 

FIGURED YOU FELT

LUCKY TONIGHT.

I COULD USE

SOME OF THE LUCK.

 

JESUS CHRIST.

DON'T, NO, DON'T.

DON'T BE

THE PROFESSOR TONIGHT.

NORM.

PREACHER.

 

Paul:

HELLO, FRANK.

WELL, MY GAL SAL.

 

SAL, HEY, SAL?

GET A DRINK

FOR MY BROTHER.

BOURBON.

IN FACT,

HOW ABOUT A ROUND ON ME?

HE'S IN LOVE.

 

HANG ON.

TAKE CARE

OF HIM, SAL.

 

NOT A GOOD IDEA, PAUL.

 

(talking quietly)

 

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

WHAT?

CARDS? WHAT?

 

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

 

NOTHING.

 

A BUCK.

PAUL SAYS HE'S PAYING

BUT...

Paul:

OKAY!

 

YEAH, OKAY, OKAY.

NO, NO.

NO.

JUST GAMES.

ONLY GAMES.

LET'S GO, NOW.

COME ON, WE'RE GETTING

OUT OF HERE.

RIGHTY-O, HO, HO.

 

Man:

BYE-BYE, SONNY.

 

(keys jangle)

 

I'M NOT LEAVING.

WHAT?

THESE HANDS ARE HOT, NORM.

I CAN FEEL IT.

YOU CAN'T GO BACK IN THERE.

NORM, IT'S FINE.

I'LL BE FINE.

THEY WON'T LET YOU PLAY.

OH, YES, THEY WILL.

YOU ARE IN DEBT UP TO YOUR NECK!

NORM, IT'S MY DEBT.

 

OKAY? IT'S MY DEBT.

JESUS CHRIST!

 

(car starts)

 

NORM!

HEY, NORM!

NORM.

HEY.

WE NEVER

GOT TO GO FISHING AGAIN.

MAYBE WE COULD GO TOMORROW.

WE COULD GET DAD TO COME.

OKAY?

YOU ASK HIM.

OKAY.

6:30.

 

(car approaching)

 

BOY, SOMETHING

SMELLS GOOD.

MORNING, EVERYBODY.

Mrs. Maclean:

IT'S THE MUFFINS.

WE'RE SO GLAD

YOU COULD MAKE IT.

I WOULDN'T MISS IT.

Reverend Maclean:

DO YOU HAVE ANY

NEW STORIES?

A STORY? HMM...

ALL RIGHTY.

OH, JEEZ.

I HAVE ONE.

 

WHAT?

I'VE BEEN OFFERED A JOB

AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO.

YES?

TEACHING LITERATURE.

WHAT?

STARTING

FALL TERM.

I'M GOING TO TAKE IT.

Mrs. Maclean:

NORMAN.

 

I AM PLEASED.

 

YES, I AM PLEASED.

WELL...

A PROFESSOR.

 

A REAL PROFESSOR.

DAMNATION.

 

I'M PROUD OF YOU.

(giggling)

 

NOW, TAKE PICTURES.

 

WE'LL CATCH

SOME BIG FISH.

YES, WE ARE.

LET'S GO!

 

REMEMBER THOSE ROCKS

WE BUILT OUR FIREPLACE NEAR?

THOSE WERE

BIG ROCKS.

NEARLY A BILLION

YEARS OLD.

HALF A BILLION,

NORMAN.

COME ON.

 

WELL, I BELIEVE

THE HIGH ROAD

WILL SUIT ME

BETTER.

OH.

TRUE.

THERE WAS A TIME.

YOU'LL MAKE A KILLING.

 

HE'LL MAKE A KILLING.

 

LET'S FISH

TOGETHER TODAY.

GOOD.

 

WHAT ARE THEY BITING ON?

WHAT?

WHAT ARE THEY BITING ON?

LOUDER!

I SAID...

(no audio)

BUNYON BUGS!

 

WANT ME

TO BRING YOU ONE?

NO, I'LL COME AND GET IT.

 

BUNYON BUGS

STONE FLY

NUMBER TWO.

THANK YOU,

OH, MERCIFUL PROFESSOR

OF POETRY AND TROUT.

 

I'M GOING TO ASK JESSIE

TO MARRY ME.

YES...

QUITE A DAY.

 

WHY DON'T YOU COME WITH US

TO CHICAGO.

 

IT'S 2,000 MILES AWAY.

THEY GOT MORE

THAN A DOZEN PAPERS THERE.

YOU'D BE RIGHT IN

THE MIDDLE OF THINGS.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

COME WITH US.

 

OH, I'LL NEVER

LEAVE MONTANA, BROTHER.

 

(laughs)

 

(clears throat)

 

THERE!

 

(whooping)

OH, ME, OH, MY.

Norman:

LOOK AT THAT FISH!

Reverend Maclean:

OH, MY.

WHOA.

UNBELIEVABLE.

AT THAT MOMENT, I KNEW,

SURELY AND CLEARLY

THAT I WAS

WITNESSING PERFECTION.

 

YOU...

YOU ARE A FINE

FISHERMAN.

ONLY THREE MORE YEARS

BEFORE I CAN THINK

LIKE A FISH.

YOU'RE ALREADY

THINKING LIKE

A DEADSTONE FLY.

HERE, PICTURES.

MOTHER'S PICTURES.

HURRY UP.

ONE.

 

TWO.

MY BROTHER STOOD BEFORE US

NOT ON A BANK

OF THE BIG BLACKFOOT RIVER

BUT SUSPENDED, ABOVE THE EARTH

FREE FROM ALL ITS LAWS

LIKE A WORK OF ART.

THREE.

 

(no audio)

 

AND I KNEW JUST AS SURELY

AND JUST AS CLEARLY

THAT LIFE IS NOT A WORK OF ART

AND THAT THE MOMENT

COULD NOT LAST.

 

AND SO, WHEN THE POLICE SERGEANT

AWAKENED ME ONE MORNING

JUST BEFORE JESSIE AND I

LEFT FOR CHICAGO

I ROSE AND ASKED NO QUESTIONS.

 

HE DROVE ME BACK HOME

DOWN THE LENGTH OF THE RIVER

SO THAT I COULD TELL

MY FATHER AND MOTHER

THAT PAUL HAD BEEN

BEATEN TO DEATH

BY THE BUTT OF A REVOLVER

AND HIS BODY DUMPED IN AN ALLEY.

 

(door closes)

 

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE

YOU CAN TELL ME?

 

NEARLY ALL THE BONES

IN HIS HAND WERE BROKEN.

 

WHICH HAND?

 

HIS RIGHT HAND.

 

AS TIME PASSED, MY FATHER

STRUGGLED FOR MORE TO HOLD ONTO

ASKING ME AGAIN AND AGAIN

HAD I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING?

AND FINALLY I SAID TO HIM

"MAYBE ALL I REALLY KNOW

ABOUT PAUL

IS THAT HE WAS

A FINE FISHERMAN."

"YOU KNOW MORE THAN THAT,"

MY FATHER SAID.

"HE WAS BEAUTIFUL."

AND THAT WAS THE LAST TIME

WE EVER SPOKE

OF MY BROTHER'S DEATH.

 

INDIRECTLY THOUGH

PAUL WAS ALWAYS PRESENT

IN MY FATHER'S THOUGHTS.

I REMEMBER THE LAST SERMON

I HEARD HIM GIVE

NOT LONG BEFORE HIS OWN DEATH.

EACH ONE OF US HERE TODAY

WILL, AT ONE TIME IN OUR LIVES

LOOK UPON A LOVED ONE

WHO IS IN NEED

AND ASK THE SAME QUESTION.

"WE ARE WILLING TO HELP, LORD

BUT WHAT, IF ANYTHING,

IS NEEDED?"

IT IS TRUE WE CAN SELDOM HELP

THOSE CLOSEST TO US.

EITHER WE DON'T KNOW

WHAT PART OF OURSELVES TO GIVE

OR, MORE OFTEN THAN NOT,

THE PART WE HAVE TO GIVE

IS NOT WANTED.

AND SO IT IS THOSE WE LIVE WITH

AND SHOULD KNOW, WHO ELUDE US

BUT WE CAN STILL LOVE THEM.

WE CAN LOVE COMPLETELY

WITHOUT COMPLETE UNDERSTANDING.

 

NOW NEARLY ALL THOSE I LOVED

AND DID NOT UNDERSTAND

IN MY YOUTH ARE DEAD

EVEN JESSIE

BUT I STILL REACH OUT TO THEM.

 

OF COURSE, NOW I'M TOO OLD

TO BE MUCH OF A FISHERMAN

AND NOW I USUALLY FISH

THE BIG WATERS ALONE

ALTHOUGH SOME FRIENDS

THINK I SHOULDN'T.

 

BUT WHEN I AM ALONE

IN THE HALF-LIGHT OF THE CANYON

ALL EXISTENCE SEEMS TO FADE

TO A BEING WITH MY SOUL

AND MEMORIES

AND THE SOUNDS

OF THE BIG BLACKFOOT RIVER

AND A FOUR-COUNT RHYTHM

AND THE HOPE

THAT A FISH WILL RISE.

 

EVENTUALLY,

ALL THINGS MERGE INTO ONE

AND A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT.

 

THE RIVER WAS CUT

BY THE WORLD'S GREAT FLOOD

AND RUNS OVER ROCKS

FROM THE BASEMENT OF TIME.

ON SOME OF THE ROCKS

ARE TIMELESS RAINDROPS.

UNDER THE ROCKS ARE THE WORDS

AND SOME OF THE WORDS

ARE THEIRS.

 

I AM HAUNTED BY WATERS.