
Never Cry Wolf
- PG
- Year:
- 1983
- 105 min
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I just jumped at
the opportunity to go,
without even thinking about it, really,
because it opened the way to an old
and very naive childhood fantasy of mine.
To go off into the wilderness
and test myself against
all the dangerous things lurking there.
And to find that basic animal I secretly
hoped was hidden somewhere in myself.
I imagined that at that point
I'd become a new man,
with a strength and courage
As I traveled north,
that the reality of what I was about to try
to do began to seep into my bones
and gather in a knot
in the pit of my stomach.
Then I finally reached
the end of the line, Nootsack.
The sheer bulk of the supplies
the department sent along set me back,
as I had to get not only myself
but all this stuff
another 300 miles into the wilderness.
The place is crawling with 'em.
But you wouldn't wanna go up there, son.
Got nothing to eat up there now.
There's nothing but ice
and snow and trees and...
You would be
the only fresh meat around there.
They'll come after you, son.
Just for the ugly fun of tearing you apart.
I'd heard some of the tales
about the Arctic.
The mad trappers, Diamond Tooth Gertie,
the ice-worm cocktail and all that,
so I was prepared
for things to be a little weird.
You found the bayonets,
I knew you would.
Charlie.
That's much better, much better, Francis.
Keep practicing.
The only plane in Nootsack
belonged to a part-time bush pilot,
gambler and real-estate tycoon
named Rosie Little.
While negotiating our deal, he introduced
me to this drink that he'd invented.
Moose Brand beer and ethyl alcohol.
Before I knew it,
my old fear of flying evaporated,
and I spent all the money I had left
on 24 cases of beer.
Too much weight, Tyler.
Hang on!
Whoa... Nelly!
Come on, Something else out of there now.
The big, heavy ones, Tyler.
I really had no way of knowing
exactly what of the department's gear
we donated to the people of Nootsack.
That big wooden box there.
Get rid of it. Go on. You don't need that.
But by our third attempt at takeoff,
it was a lot of what I might really need.
I tried not to think about it.
In fact, I tried not to think at all.
This one is it. I can feel it.
With my eyes still shut,
I realized that I was still alive.
But this was only the beginning.
It's funny how I keep thinking back
to that going-away party.
All the toasts by Dr Spivey
and Dr Showwalter,
and everybody singing
And the cake with all the coconut frosting,
with the plastic snowshoes on top.
But, then, why me?
Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.
Maybe my name just somehow
got onto the wrong page.
It might have been a typo, or maybe
somebody spilled a cup of coffee,
shuffled a couple of pages,
and there I was.
I can't go on with this. This is suicide.
But I can't turn around now.
I'd be a laughing stock.
Still, I wouldn't last six hours down there,
let alone six months.
Uh...
How do you...?
I feel my way through these mountains
blindfolded all the time.
Tell me, Tyler...
what's in the Valley of the Blackstone?
What is it? Manganese?
Can't be oil.
Is it gold?
It's kind of hard to say.
You're a smart man, Tyler.
Keep your own counsel.
We're all of us prospectors
up here, eh, Tyler?
Scratching for that one crack in the ground
so we'll never have to scratch again.
I'll let you in on a little secret, Tyler.
The gold's not in the ground.
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