The River Why Page #4

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nature would rear back

and strike him dead...

before he could

pass on the news.

Jesus Christ.

(Gus) No. I think his name is Abe.

[groaning]

(Gus, off)

Maybe Abe knew.

Maybe he had just figured

the whole world out...

and was about to tell me

as I floated past.

But God caught wind of it and

stuck out His invisible foot...

tripped and drowned him.

If the fool only knew

how to swim.

[walla]

[engine starts]

[sirens]

Easy, friend.

Let's see if we can

thaw you out.

(man)

I am Titus.

Titus I rving Gerrard.

At your service.

Nice to meet you. I...

am simply Gus.

Simply Gus?

I don't think so.

Anyone who knows

the secrets...

to the catches

you made today...

is not simply anything.

There's no secrets

to those catches.

The trout I caught

on a wet fly.

The corpse I caught

on a soggy dry.

Yes, well...

you've done old Abe's

family some service...

by collecting his remains.

And since we're all bodily

destined for corpsehood...

and spiritually possessed

of immortal souls...

I see no reason to let the

proximity of corpses ruin our day.

If you think we're all

possessed by immortal souls...

I'd sure like

to see them.

Maybe you're looking

in the wrong places.

For clear vision.

Thanks.

M m-hm.

And uh,

thanks for the ride.

[soft guitar music]

(Gus, off)

A fisherman is dead.

Everyone I know

will one day be dead.

What can I do about it?

Death is the most natural

thing there is...

and we all have a knack for

it. The only question is...

when we'll master it.

Doesn't matter what we do...

or what we don't do.

This is no passing thought.

It's a gnawing emptiness

more real than the cold.

[soft sad music]

This is bullshit.

(Bill Bob) Ma tossed the

baby rabbit skeleton...

I had hanging in my closet.

Is that tonight's dreefee?

Yep.

I had to get a new one.

Whatever helps you sleep,

Bill Bob.

Gussy?

Bill Bob?

I thought it might make

you feel better...

to explain that you've

got a garden angel.

You mean guardian angel?

Nah. See, you think

you're alone.

But you're not.

You've got a garden angel...

that's your twin.

(Gus)

It's called a guardian angel.

(Bill Bob) No. I'm talking

about a garden angel.

It's like your shadow.

Dreefee.

(Gus)

Garden angel.

Gussy, garden angels

come from the ground...

like carrots.

When they first

come out of the ground...

into the garden world,

they're very old...

or hurt, or sick.

And the longer

the angels live there...

the younger and smaller

they grow

and happier and friendlier

they get.

When they get little little...

they disappear out of the garden

world and into our world...

and we trade places.

We what?

We trade places

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