The Shack Page #2

"Carl, the caterpillar." I like it.

Can I take them? Please?

(SIGHS)

We can't leave

Carl, the caterpillar, behind.

Not a good idea.

No.

I'm sorry. I tried.

Summer's last hurrah?

It's gonna be an awful lonely

weekend around here.

I'll bring you back a six-pound brown.

All right. None

of that store-bought stuff.

- I can tell the difference.

- (MACK CHUCKLES)

Hey, Willie, have you got a moment?

- Sure.

- Cool.

We gotta... we gotta go.

Hey, a little patience, please. Kids?

Okay, okay. Come on.

(MACK GROWLS)

- Cheese?

- NAN:
Okay.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

- Good-looking bunch.

- Sure?

Okay! Get outta here! Goodbye!

()

Hey, kids, look there. Remember?

The falls. Daddy, we have to stop!

- Let's go see the waterfall.

- No stopping.

We gotta get to the campground

before dark.

Well, have you told Missy the story

of the Indian princess?

What princess?

Come on, Dad, you have to!

You have to tell her the story.

- We have to go back.

- Please!

We can't go back.

- We can't keep pulling off every exit.

- Come on.

The answer is no.

MACK:
A long time ago,

there was an Indian princess.

MISSY:
What did she look like?

MACK:
Well, she was very pretty.

MISSY:
What color was her hair?

Like this.

Do you want me to tell you

the story? Okay.

Well, this princess was

the only daughter of the eldest chief.

And he was the leader of a great tribe.

Till one summer, a terrible sickness

spread through the land.

It was so fierce

even the strongest warriors fell ill.

They were on the verge of death.

So, all the chiefs met

to see what they could do.

Princess' father, he told of a prophecy.

The illness could only be stopped

if the daughter of a chief

gave up her life for her people.

After a long debate, they knew

they couldn't ask for such a sacrifice.

And the princess, when she heard

about this prophecy,

she knew what she had to do,

'cause she loved her people so much.

One morning,

she climbed up to those rocks.

And without hesitation, she jumped.

(SNIFFLES)

The next morning, a great healing

came over the tribe.

The sick began to rise from their beds.

Everyone rejoiced.

But the chief knew

that his daughter was missing.

He knew what she had done.

His heart broke.

His tears rolled down his cheek.

He cried out, asking for his daughter's

sacrifice to be remembered.

The Great Spirit was so moved by his tears

that he answered his prayers.

Water began to fall. Right there.

That's how Multnomah Falls was created.

- Ready to go?

- Shotgun.

A little patience, please.

You got that off your Mommy, didn't ya?

MACK:
Careful near the water.

KATE:
(LAUGHING) Okay, Dad, sure.

Hey, let me give you a hand with that.

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