02x16 - Roar from the Mountain

[bunniefuu]

Where'd it happen?

Down by Big Springs.

I just came from Dubois' place.

He's bringing his dogs.

Probably need them.

Where is he?

Over here.

What do you make of it?

Well...

must have come down here
chasing a stray, I guess.

Whatever it was
must have jumped him
from that rock.

Cougar!

Big one.

Biggest I ever saw.

He's a limper.
You can tell by the tracks
he's favoring one foot.

That'd make a man-k*ller
out of him, all right.

If he's hungry
and crippled,

a man would be as easy
to k*ll as anything
he'd find.

Cougar knows it.
He'll try it again.

You talk like you
know these cats.

I've hunted 'em.
I know something about 'em.

Something scared that cat
off his regular hunting ground.

He's looking for new range.

We'd better go get him.

[ barking dogs approaching ]

[ dogs barking ]

[ French accent ]
Ah! Monsieur le Judge!

[ speaking French ]
So you're in trouble, huh?

Big cat, yes?

Louis, I'm glad
you're here.

Oh, come on,
Monsieur le Judge, not me.

You're glad my dogs.
That's why you're glad
Louis is here, huh?

I want to show you
something.

Huh?

Tracks are over there.

Huh.

He has gone to the mountains.

Perhaps he will stay there,

perhaps he will come down
when he's hungry.

It's a big cat,

but we will hunt him
and k*ll him,

and then he won't
eat men no more.

[ dogs barking ]

He doubled back!

Oh, that devil,
he's one smart cat!

Aah!

It's gonna be dark soon,
so we will make camp

and hunt again
when the day breaks.

I will try to gather in
the dogs.

You know, I hunt cat
for long time.

I spent half my life
hunting cat.

Cat, he live and k*ll
by instinct,

and most of the time,
the cat is afraid of man.

But I think this one
someday get hurt.

Then he gets hungry.

So, he hunts for food.

Then he sees man.

But he's too hungry
to be afraid,
so he kills man.

Then he sees
how easy it is,

and then he's
afraid no more.

From then on, he hunts...

with intelligence.

And what he likes
to hunt most is man,

because he knows that man
is easy to k*ll.

Now, Louis, you don't think
that this beast is too smart
for us, do you?

Monsieur le Judge,
I think only one thing.

This will be a long hunt.

Steve, you've hunted
these animals before.
What do you think?

He's right.
It's gonna be a long hunt.

[ distant feline screeching ]

[ dogs barking ]

[ low growl ]

[ low growl ]

[ dogs barking ]

[ Dubois
shouting in French ]

DUBOIS: Shut up!

He's close.

He's close!
You feel him?

I feel him.

[ low growl ]

Oh, he's thinking now.

How many of us?
Can he leave quickly enough?

Can he strike and get away?

Hey! Hey!

[ shouting in French ]
Come back!

They are gone.

I think the cat
will k*ll them both.

Monsieur le Judge,
I don't think I like
this hunt no more.

This sacrecat,
I think he's tired
of being hunted.

Now he hunts.

[ dogs barking ]

[ dogs barking ]

The dogs.

It's the dogs!

My good dogs!

Do we rest here,

or do we push on,
Louis?

I mean, you think the cat
might still be close enough

for us to catch up
with him today?

Ah, who knows, monsieur?

I thought you did, Louis.
You're the expert.

I only know
that my dogs are dead.

That we have accomplished
what we have set out to do.

Take 30 minutes.

Coffee and beans.

I don't see that
we've accomplished anything.
The cat is still alive.

Ouais.

It is alive,
but here in the mountains,

far from Medicine Bow,
and that is good enough.

You mean you're quitting?

I mean for me
the hunt is over.

For me and my dogs.

But the cat is still alive.

I hunt no more!

I get my dogs k*lled
no more!

Wish you'd think it over.

Well, we'll have to
go on alone.

North.

The cat will continue
to go north.

Why north?

Easy to travel.

Plenty of water,
plenty of game all the way.

Monsieur le Judge,

when you hunt a cat,
you think like a cat.

That's where I would go
if I am a cat.

Judge, without the dogs,
we don't have much of
a chance of catching him.

Bunch of men crashing
through the underbrush,

cat would know where we were
before we did.

Stay way out
in front of us.

I suppose you're right,

but I keep thinking
about some child

walking to school

or exploring a river bed
or a berry patch.

We give up now...

VIRGINIAN: Yeah.

I'll go after him.

Alone, I stand a better chance
of catching up with him.

All right.

Just take your time.
Don't-- don't take any chances.

Don't worry about Steve,
Judge. He'll be all right.

He knows as much or more
about cougars

than any man here...
except Dubois.

And he's running scared.

You'll go after him?

Yeah.

The cat, he will follow
the ridges,

the high ground,
during the day.

Then, when he gets to
where he wants to be,

he will find a den
and stay there.

He will come down at night
to hunt,

and this is when
you must hunt him.

Thanks.

Uh...

I hope you, uh...

do not think me
too much of a coward
because I do not go with you.

Every man inside
has his, uh...

his own devil.

Understand?

Sure.

[ dogs barking ]

[ squawking ]

[ chirping ]

[ cub yelping ]

[ chittering ]

[ rustling sound ]

[ squirrel chittering ]

I lost my grub,

my packhorse,

three...

...four days ago.

And I've been too much
in a hurry to hunt for food.

Come on in the house.

You can put your horse
in the corral.

[ door closes ]

Sit down.

How far have you traveled?

Medicine Bow.

Why, that's almost
200 miles from here.

Uh-huh.

I'm Nancy Mayhew.

I'm Steve Hill.

How'd you lose
your packhorse?

The cougar got him.

You said thecougar?

The one I've been hunting.

Maybe he's been hunting me.

I track him days.

He st*lks me nights.

Big devil.

Big, clever...

man-k*lling devil.

I haven't had much sleep
since I lost the horse.

Mr. Hill?

Mr. Hill?

Did you have a good sleep?

How'd I get over here?

I helped you.

Thank you.

Better get away
from that door.

Close it.

The cat?

Mm-hmm.

But my husband's out there.

Where?

He drives once a month
to the settlement
to get supplies.

He should have been
back by now.

He'll be all right.

What do you look like
under that beard?

I don't know.

Been a long time
since I've seen me.

Well, there's some
hot water on the stove.

You could
use Charles' razor.

I'll get it for you.

I don't know
how sharp it is.

Oh, it's fine.

Charles your husband?

That's right.

I'm surprised he'd leave you
out here all alone.

I don't mind.

Charles is a naturalist.

We've been out here
for two years.

Right after we were married,
we came out.

Since then, I've--

I've discovered that you can
become quite accustomed
to loneliness.

In fact, live with it
quite contently.

Tell me about the cat
you're hunting.

It's a big one.

Mean as the devil.

Twice as smart.

k*lled a man
near Medicine Bow.

I've been tracking him
ever since.

And you trailed him
to this valley?

Uh-huh.

Found his pugmarks just before
I rode in here.

Weren't more than
two hours old.

How do you know
that it's the same cat?

Because he's a limper.

Got a bad forefoot.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's nothing.

You look much better
without your beard, Mr. Hill.

In fact, you almost
look handsome.

Oh, I'll get you
a clean shirt.

I'll lend you one of
Charles'.

I'll wash that one for you
in the morning.

In the morning?

Oh, you'll spend the night
here, of course.

I assure you,
it'll be quite proper.

I wasn't worried about that.

I don't want to be alone.

I guess all that talk
about a man-eating cougar
frightened me.

I'll get you a clean shirt.

Charles' son.
He was married before.

Fine-looking boy.

He was a very sweet child.

I'll get some supper.

CHARLES: Whoa.

Whoa!

That must be Charles.

Hello, Charles.

I'm sorry I was so late.

You must have been worried.

I broke a coupling pole
in town.

It took a while
to get it fixed.

[ footsteps approach ]

Oh, Charles,
this is Steve Hill.

Mr. Hill.

Howdy.

We don't get many
visitors here.

I was passing through.
Your wife was kind enough
to feed me.

Mr. Hill is a hunter.

Oh?

No, not really.

He's hunting a cougar,
a man-k*ller.

Imagine, Charles.

He tracked him all the way
from Medicine Bow.

I see.

One of the big cats, huh?

Big enough.

Well, what makes you think
he's in the valley here?

Found fresh tracks
this afternoon.

These animals really move,
Mr. Hill.

By morning, he might
be over the range.

[ distant feline screeching ]

[ horses whinny ]

[ low growl ]

[ feline howl ]

[ low growl ]

[ low growl ]

[ low growl ]

The boy
in the photograph?

What happened to him?

He was a very sweet child.

I said that before,
didn't I?

But that was what you
felt about Robert,
his sweetness.

He was the kind
of child that

every woman
dreams of having.

A good child.

A strong child.

A child that would have
grown into a strong man,

and would have made
some woman happy
in his strength.

You talk like
he was your own.

I made him my own.

You asked me
what happened to him.

The cat k*lled him.

Your cat.

The one you're hunting.

The one with the crippled
forepaw. Charles did that.

The cat was here
when we first came here,

and Charles hunted him
and...

shot him and crippled him
and...

then one day he came back
and took Robert for his revenge.

[ distant twig snaps ]

[ c*ck r*fle slowly ]

What's the matter?

He's here.

The cat?
The cat.

How do you know?

I've hunted him long enough
to know when he's around.

Stay ahead of me.

Stay out of the shadows.

Stay away from the trees.

Move!

[ low growl ]

I heard you go out.

I was worried about you.

Then why didn't you
come after me?

Was she down by the grave?

Yeah.

She thought
a lot of Robbie.

She tell you what happened?

She said the cat got him.

Yes, the cat.

I was out clearing brush,

and Robbie was playing
very close.

I heard him scream.
I turned around, and I...

I saw the cat
dragging him off.

I ran for my g*n.
When I got back,
it was too late.

Robbie was...

Robbie was dead.

Nancy blames me.

Why?

She's got a good enough
reason.

While I was running for
my g*n, she was running out
to face the cougar.

While I was fumbling
with cartridges,

she was holding him off
with a brush hook
I dropped in panic.

When I got there,
the cougar was gone.

She was holding Robbie
to her, close.

I'll never forget
the way she looked at me.

How long are you going
to remain in this vicinity?

Till I get the cat.

Oh, he's out there
someplace.

And he isn't very far.

He hasn't been far
since I started hunting him.

[ growling ]

NANCY: Good morning,
Mr. Hill!

I wish you'd stop
calling me Mr. Hill.

It makes me old and dignified.

Well, "Mrs. Mayhew"
makes me feel very matronly.

It's your imagination...
Nancy.

[ chuckles ]
Now you make me
feel young again.

Did you find anything?Tracks.

How long have you
been on this hunt?

I'm not sure.

Time has a way
of running together.

You lose track.
Maybe three weeks.
A month. I'm not sure.

Why-- why do you keep on?
Why haven't you given up?

I'm not sure
of that either.

Funny, I'm not sure
of anything.

Just that I know that he's
out there in front of me
someplace,

and I've got this feeling
that I've got to catch up.

'Least once
I gotta see him.

You haven't even seen him?

No, he's...

pugmarks in the loose dirt,
he's...

a rustle in the bushes.

He's the dead silence
that passes over the forest

whenever he passes through.

The roar from the mountain.

He's...

I don't know what he is.

Sometimes I think he's
not even an animal.

He's the Devil.

Sometimes I think he's
something inside of me.

He's something...

not real.

He's real.

Good morning.Good morning.

Did you see your cat?

I run his tracks
down by the grove.

If it's all the same to you,
I'd like to stay here
for a couple of days.

I think that's a splendid
idea, don't you, Charles?

Oh, yes.
Anything to get rid
of the beast.

I'll go finish breakfast.

Darling.

You got any objections?

No, of course not.
I'm glad to have you.

I think it'd do my wife good
to have another young person
on the place.

Your wife tells me
you hunted the cat
out of this territory.

If this was his range,
you must have learned
some of his habits.

I employed professional
hunters and dogs.

They drove him out, not me.

When are you going after him?

He's laying up there
in the rocks.

Won't be able to track him.

'Bout all I can do by day
is learn his habits.

Where he eats and drinks.

Then what?

Then some night
I'll trap him.

I'd like to go with you.

Why not.

Fresh k*ll?

Last night.

Will he come back to it?

Maybe.

Maybe we should wait
for him here.

Build a platform
in one of the trees,
wait for him.

Won't work. Tried that.

Too smart for that.
He's an educated cat.

What are you doing?

Gonna trip the k*ll,
build a deadfall.

You look lovely tonight.

Thank you, Charles.

When I met my wife,
she was the prettiest
girl in New York.

She hasn't lost
anything since.

Thank you very much,
Steve.

I'm a very fortunate man,
aren't I, darling?

If you say so, Charles.

You forgot
to serve me, dear.

I'm sorry.

Extremely fortunate man.

Steve, tell my wife
what we accomplished today.

It was quite a lot, darling.

Haven't worked as hard
in ages.

My bones ache,
but Steve had no pity for me.

He worked me like
a Mississippi River
roustabout.

We set traps around
all the water holes.

Do you really expect
to trap that beast?

No. He's trap-wise.

His instincts will tell him
it's dangerous around here,

so he'll stay away from
all the water holes
we've trapped.

When he gets to the one
we haven't trapped,

he'll be too hungry
to be cautious.

That's where I'll be waiting.

We'llbe waiting.

Don't count me out, Steve.

I want to be with you.

Oh, it's perfectly safe,
isn't it, Steve?

Nothing's safe when you're
dealing with a cat like that.

I'm going.

[ low growl ]

STEVE: He'll come up
through that draw to the water.

No cover. No concealment.

We'll get one clean
shot at him.

How are you going
to get him there?

Bait.

We'll need a calf.
Weanling.

There's a ranch
about eight or nine
miles from here.

I'll get the wagon
and go down and buy a calf.

All right.
When can you be back?

Before nightfall.

We'll try our luck tonight.

You keep working
over that g*n.
Is that necessary?

I may get only
one crack at that cat.

I'd hate to lose him
because of a misfire.

What are you going to do
when it's over?

Go back to Medicine Bow.

And a girl?

None in particular.

Must be nice to be a man

and go when and where
you please.

Where would you go?

Anywhere but this.

With or without Charles.

I suppose that sounds
horrible, but...

a woman follows her husband.

A woman submits whether
she loves a man or not,

whether she respects him
or not.

You must have loved Charles.

Why do you say that?

Because you're not
the kind of a woman

who'd marry a man
without loving him.

Perhaps I did.

Or...

perhaps...

I-I thought that I loved him.

You mustn't
misunderstand me.

Charles is a brilliant man.

And a wife has to make
allowances for her...

husband's occasional
weaknesses.

I am so tired
of making allowances.

I thought that Charles
was a strong man,

and I needed
a man's strength.

I still do.

[ wagon approaches ]

CHARLES: Whoa.

Something wrong?

Nothing.

Maybe I should have let
you go in town for the calf.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

[ nearby water flowing ]

I'll get up on this ledge.

You find a spot
behind those rocks.

We'll be downwind
from the way the cat comes.

If he's smart,
he'll probably circle us.

You watch that ledge.

I'll watch the draw.

Don't sh**t till you get
a good bead on him.

If we're lucky,
we may get one shot.
Make it count.

Now we wait.

CHARLES: Steve.

What?

Think he'll come?

I don't know.
Will you be quiet?

Steve.

Now what?

What happened
between you and Nancy
this afternoon?

Nothing happened.

I'd like to believe that.

Will you shut up?

Either shut up
or get out of here.

Just the same,
when this thing's over,

I think you'd better leave here
as quickly as possible.

Steve!

[ growls ]

[ g*nshots ]

Steve!

Steve!

[ sharply ]
Don't!

What happened?

The cat.

Where were you, Charles?

Where were you?

Again?

The way it was with Robbie?

Is that how it happened?

You coward.

You cringing coward!

[ growling ]

Steve!

[ roars ]

Aaaahhhh!

Steve! Steve!

Steve, you're all right!
Steve!

The cat.

He's gone.
You're safe.

Charles?

He-- he's all right too.

You're safe
here in my room.

Go to sleep.

Good morning,
Dr. Saddler.

Good morning,
Mrs. Mayhew.

How's that patient now?

Much better, thank you.

Oh, I saw Mr. Mayhew
in town yesterday.

How is Charles?Oh, he looks fit.

He's organizing another hunt
to go after that cougar.

It k*lled a man
near Tobyville.

Well, please don't say
anything to him about it.

Of course not.

[ door closes ]

How are we this morning?

Why don't we leave
you out of it?

Happens to be myleg.

Well, we are better,
aren't we?

Ohh.

That'll teach you
to be pert with
the medicine man.

Start using that leg now.
It'll be a bit stiff
for a while.

It was a pretty bad
infection.

At least I got a leg.

You're lucky.
I was ready to take it off.

I would have, too.

Only she wouldn't let me.

She's a fine woman.

Yes, she is.

Will you take a bit of advice

from a man old enough
to be your father?

It all depends on the advice.

Soon as you're able
to move around,

ride out of here
and don't even look back.

Why?

She's in love with you.

And don't tell me I'm crazy.
I know better.

I deal in people
the same way you deal in cows.

It was a woman's love
that nursed you through this
and left you a whole man.

Now do her a favor.
Get out.

I've seen these things before.
They never work out.

She has a husband,
a living husband.

You keep that in mind.

Son, don't shame her.

She doesn't deserve that.

[ door opens, closes ]

You've had enough
for today.

Just a little while
longer, is all.

You can't rush
this sort of thing.
You'll hurt yourself.

I can't go on letting you
nurse me for the rest
of my life.

I don't mind.
Why should you?

Because I have to be
moving on.

It's better that way.
You know that.

I suppose so.

Steve...

[ r*fle c*ck ]

I could k*ll you.

Don't blame him.
It's not his fault.

It wasn't anybody's fault.
It just happened.

You're not important enough
to k*ll, either of you.

Getting that cat's
all that matters.

He's not in the valley.

Dr. Saddler said
that you chased him out.

He's back.

[ low growl ]

He's coming out right now.

Down through the rocks.

Down through the timberline.

Prowling the undergrowth,
hunting the k*ll.

What makes you
so sure he's back?

I followed him.

We hunted him
with an army of men
and a pack of dogs,

but nobody's gonna get
the cat that way.

You were right.
You had the right idea.

One man alone,
stalking him,
pushing him,

making him angry enough
to forget all the tricks
he's learned.

When I saw which way
he was headed, I left
the men and the dogs.

Now we're both
on our home grounds.

It's between us.

You had your chance at him.

You blaming me for that?

Well, I wouldn't want
to hunt with you again.

I wouldn't blame you.

Tell Nancy
goodbye for me, will you?

You're a fool
to go out there alone.

Where's he going?[ departing hoofbeats ]

After the cat. Alone.

He'll be k*lled.That's what he wants.

[ low growl ]

Worried about him?

No.

No, not now.
He'll never find
that cougar.

There's no danger.

He wouldn't let himself
do anything that foolish.

He's out there right now,
hunting for him.

He's just putting
a show on for us.

He's pretending to be
something that he isn't.

It's something
he's done for years.

I know him.

I'm going to leave Charles.

I can't stay here.

I don't love him,
and I just can't stand
to be around him.

Has my being here made--?Oh, no!

You have nothing to do
with my feelings about Charles.

I don't know what it is
I feel about you exactly,

except that I think
a great deal of you.

Perhaps it's only
because you're--

you're so much
that Charles isn't.

If you loved Charles once,

it must be like tearing out
a part of yourself.

It is.

A part that's dead,

It died when I knew
that Charles was a man
that couldn't love.

He has no love to give.

He proved that to me
when he let his own child
be k*lled

and did nothing to save him!

It's Robbie I see
when I look at Charles.

I'd like you to take me
with you when you leave,

as far as Harpersville.

Don't misunderstand.
I don't mean to impose on you,

and I certainly don't mean
to be any responsibility
of yours,

but I will need help.

If you're sure
you want to leave...

I'll take you with me.

[ low growl ]

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

Does your leg trouble you?

No. No, it's, uh...

just habit,
like a memory of pain.

[ approaching horse
whinnies ]

I came in for supplies.

I think I've located
his den area. I'm going
to stay up there.

I'm going to work
every inch of those rocks
until I find him.

You'll get yourself k*lled,
poking around a lion's den.

He comes out in the evening
and goes in at daybreak.

There's two times there's
enough light to get
a clear shot at him.

He'll know you're waiting.
He won't come out.

You go in after him,
you won't stand a chance.

He'll claw you to ribbons.

What would you suggest?

Give up.

Are you giving up?

I put in enough time
on this hunt.

Is that your only reason?

What if I gave you
another reason?

Nancy?

Nancy.

You're a very fortunate
young man.

Believe me, I know.

My wife used to
love me very much.

It's a wonderful thing,
that kind of love.

It's hard to believe
anything could k*ll it
so quickly.

That's all you've got
to say about it?

What else can I say?
Can I stop you?

No, you couldn't stop me.

Unless I k*lled you.

Oh, I've thought about that
many times during the night.

Coming back here,
giving up the hunt,
k*lling you.

Why didn't you?

Did you lose your nerve?

Was it easier to let the cat
do your k*lling for you?

You think I held my fire
on purpose?
You tell me.

I missed my shot at him
because I was afraid,

like I was afraid
the first time I saw him.

He wasn't a man-k*ller then.
He was after the horses.

I took a shot at him.
I bloodied him.

You didn't go after him.

I knew what a wounded
animal could do.

I was hoping
he would go up there
in the mountains and die.

But he didn't.
He came back. Took my son.

Even then I was afraid,
even then.

That could happen
to any man.

No, only to a coward.

What makes you think
you won't be scared now,
going after him alone?

Do you think I'm not afraid?

Hey, listen, every man
has a tiger in him,

a shameful truth about himself

that he can't face
or he can't admit,

even to his most secret self!

But when
that truth comes out,

when that tiger
comes out of its den
and you must face it,

you find the courage
to live with it.

I've got to find that cougar!
I need that chance!

I needit!

[ low growl ]

I'll be glad
to get rid of this thing.

Burns wood like paper.

[ low growl ]

Aaahhh!

Aaahhh!

[ cougar growling ]

[ indistinct ]

Get!

Get!

What are you doing?

Going after the cat.

But you can't!
Your leg!

My leg's all right.

You understand that?

There's nothing wrong
with my leg.

It isn't my leg
that's been holding me back.

It's what's in here.

I'm afraid of the cat.

But you were
very brave just now.

I started to do the same thing
your husband did.

I went straight for the g*n.

But there wouldn't have
been enough time!

The cat was all ready
to spring.

That's right.
There wouldn't have
been any time.

But... you...

I think as much of you
as any man could.

As any man could.

But I panicked,
just like Charles did
when the cat got Robbie.

I panicked.

But that doesn't mean
he didn't love his son,

of that he's some kind
of a monster.

I can't forget!

Well, then, you'd
better tryto forget!

What happened
to Robbie was...

was a tragedy.

But you can't go
the rest of your life
blaming Charles

for something
that he couldn't help.

Everybody faces tragedy.

They pick right up.
They go right on living.

I don't
think you've done that.

Maybe I'd like to think
you'd ride out of here with me.

Yeah, I'd like to think that.

Wouldn't be fair.

Wouldn't be fair to you.

Wouldn't be fair to Charles.

Sure wouldn't be
fair to me.

Unless there's
some other reason...

...other than what happened
to Robbie for your decision.

Steve.

When...

When you see Charles...

...would you tell him
that I want to talk to him?

Tell him to come home.

I'll tell him.

Hello!

Hello! Down here!
Quick, Steve!

I found his den.
I found it.

Where?Follow me.

We can't expect him
to be obliging and just
fall into this.

We'll cover it up.

He's too smart
for a pitfall.

He's got to come out.

Must be a dozen different
ways he can get out of there.

If we stake some bait here,

that'd make him
come out this way.

Might.

But we don't have
any bait.

How do you feel, Steve?

Cut me out of this!

It's getting dark.
He'll be coming out soon.

You can't use a man
for bait!

He'll come out, all right.

He'll smell the bait,
and when he's hungry enough...

Are you crazy?!

I'm not certain.

I know that cat
has the smell of you,

and the taste of your blood.

It'll bring him out.

I gotta do it, Steve.
I gotta.

I'll k*ll him
before he gets to you.

Charles?

Charles?

It's all right, Steve.

I'm here.

He can come out another way.

I don't think he will.

This is crazy.

I'm sorry, Steve.
I really am.

But I have to k*ll him.

He's taken so much from me.

My child.
My self-respect. My wife.

You haven't lost your wife.

She's waiting for you.

You hear me?

She's waiting for you.
She still loves you.

Are you pleading with me,
Steve?

Are you so frightened,
you'd lie about
the woman you love?

It's true.

She's waiting for you.

She wants to see you.

She wants to talk to you.

I'm disappointed in you,
Steve.

I thought you were brave.

[ whispering ]
Charles!

[ normal tone ]
What is it now?

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

He's out!

He found another way out!

Stop playing games
with me, Steve!

Steve?

Shut up.
He'll hear you.

Steve, I think
you're right.

I think he's out.

[ roars ]

[ Charles screaming ]

Back!

[ silence ]

Steve?

I'm sorry, Steve.

Forgive me?

Come on.

Your wife's waiting.