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We've got all those decorations off the car.
Why? I thought they were kind of cute.
I'd like the whole world to know we just got married.
Well, they can't tell now.
Why? Do we look like such an old married couple?
Sure.
I still bet everyone can tell.
Oh, yeah?
Look, there she blows.
Ah, fabulous Vegas.
Use this chip well.
I will...
Tired?
Mm-hmm.
Come on, let's find our motel.
He wants to see our marriage license.
Then we'll show it to him.
One moment, Mrs. Whiting.
Wait right there.
I asked for twin beds, but they just didn't have any.
I bet you did.
I did.
Thank you.
Say it again.
Mrs. Frank Whiting.
I'm just plain Marian Johnson to Mrs. Frank Whiting.
Happy?
Yeah.
And that creep asking for our marriage license?
Honey, could we go somewhere where we could be completely alone?
We are alone.
No!
I need away from everybody.
Like where?
I don't know yet.
I'd just like to go and do something different.
Okay, honey, you name it, we'll do it.
Just like do something that we'll always remember.
Something that no one else has ever done on their honeymoon.
Well, we could get in a barrel and be the first honeymooners over Niagara.
Oh.
Much more private than two people in a barrel.
Oh, Frank!
I'm sorry.
Okay.
What can we do to get away from people?
We could go to the desert.
Oh, no, it's too hot this time of year.
We could go to the mountains, woods, a lake.
A lake? That's it.
We'll go to a deserted lake.
Hey.
Now, I know a lake that's not too far north of here.
And a buddy of mine told me that there's an island on it called Thunder Island.
That is completely deserted.
A deserted island?
Yeah.
He claims that no one has lived on it for the past 15 years.
Well, where is it?
It's all over these maps here.
This is so exciting.
We can go camping up there and be completely alone.
Yeah.
We'll rent a tent and a boat and some camping
stuff, and I'll cook for just the two of us.
Sounds just great, honey.
Let's see.
Here it is.
Lake of the Blue Moon.
Oh, wow.
That sounds so romantic.
It will be.
Can we go tomorrow?
We can get up real early and rent everything we need.
Well, Mrs. Marion Whiting,
I would rent a Milky Way.
I love you.
Me, you too.
If we're going to get up early in the morning,
don't you think we should get into bed?
Mm-hmm.
What I mean is we should get some sleep.
Yeah.
I think I'll take a shower.
A shower?
It'll just take a minute.
I'll be out in just a minute.
All right, honey.
Yes, honey, what is it?
I forgot my pajamas.
Okay, okay.
Well, we'll find something here.
Yeah, here's something, Marion.
My hair.
I've got to get up my hair.
Forget the hair.
Am I supposed to do it?
I don't think I should get pregnant right away.
What's the matter? Don't you like children?
Oh, yeah.
It's just that I like it.
No more thoughts, okay?
Okay.
Is it, honey? What is it?
May I have a glass of water?
May I check the lights out now?
- Sure.
Here it is, honey. Here's the island.
Oh.
Isn't it beautiful?
You wouldn't believe that such a place existed.
Come on, let's get down there and launch the boat.
Okay.
Better get down here, honey. It's getting rough.
Okay.
Come here, you.
Oh, it's beautiful.
In a mysterious sort of way.
Yeah.
And miles from nowhere.
Come on, let's look for a camping spot.
How's this spot?
Couldn't be better.
This place is really deserted.
Good.
I knew you would like it.
The nearest town is a half hour ride from here.
I'll have this tent up in a jiffy.
Where's the fuel can for the stove?
In the back seat of the boat.
Frank.
It's not here.
It's not on the seat.
Maybe it's under the deck.
Frank.
I just can't find it.
It's got to be here.
I told you so.
I can't understand it.
How do you like that? I must have forgotten it.
Now what?
Don't worry, Marion.
I'll ride to town and get one.
Okay, but hurry back.
I'll be back in an hour.
I'll have everything set up and we'll eat as soon as you get back.
Okay, come on, help me launch the boat.
How a place is deserted, quiet, and beautiful as this
can make you feel so alive when you're sharing it with someone you love.
But being here alone...
It suddenly becomes sort of spooky.
What am I thinking about?
Frank will be back soon.
Well, I'll get things ready.
Boy, it sure is warm today.
That sun is getting hotter by the minute.
I wonder.
Here's a chance to take a swim.
This place is really deserted, so what harm can there be?
Heck yes.
I'll do just that.
This is really living.
God really knew what he was doing when he made the sun.
Who is he?
Where did he come from?
Those eyes!
Frank, please hurry back! Please! Oh no!
I've got to get away from him!
I've got to get out of here!
I've got to!
Frank, Frank, hurry back!
I'm going to tell you, if you don't keep
these daggone boats in shape, they fall apart.
I guess so. Can I get some gas?
Oh, just a minute, boy. Go over there and have
yourself a root beer and relax for a while.
Well, thank you.
I'm telling you, if you let this here stuff dry
on you, you can't get it off with a cold chisel.
Is there a hot one today?
It won't be for long.
Huh?
Hot one.
What about it?
What's the matter with you, boy? Are you hard of hearing?
Oh, I can hear, okay? I just wondered what you meant.
About a hot one?
Yeah.
You ain't been here long, huh?
No, have you?
All my life, boy. I wasn't born more than two miles away from this very spot.
Well, I just got here today.
Yeah, that figures.
How can you tell?
You don't know the signs, boy. You just don't know the signs.
Signs? What signs?
Nature signs, boy! Nature signs!
Oh, well.
Can I get my gas now?
Oh, sure thing.
Do you see what direction that blasted wind is blowing?
Gas is blowing from the south.
Correct. And it's been blowing that way for two weeks.
But I'm telling you, when it changes,
boy, you better find yourself a hole and crawl in it
because there's gonna be snow belly-high to a tall Indian.
So that's your sign, huh?
That's one of them.
You been in them woods?
There's a bustin' going on in there that a man can't even hear himself think.
Yellow jackets, boy, yellow jackets.
Yellow jackets?
Bees, boy, bees!
Now that I have learned all about the science of nature,
May I please have my gas?
I wonder what about that ridge runner.
Ridge runner?
That's what folks here about call him.
He used to be a logger.
He went local in town on one pay night.
He went berserk.
He raped two girls and butchered a third woman.
And then on top of that, he got a case of
dynamite and blowed up the company store to boot.
Wow.
Yes, siree.
Then he disappeared in them there hills,
and ain't nobody set eyes on him for eight years.
Just disappeared, huh?
Nope.
Hunters keep a-coming back in, and they seen his tracks.
He's been a-living all these years out there like an animal.
But I'm a-tellin' you,
this big storm is a-coming, like I say.
He might just be done in for good.
Big hogs.
Even wolves starve
when that snow drifts clear up to your shirt pockets.
Those tracks are probably another hunter's.
Now, there ain't no mistake in his signs.
Every time they follow him, they manage.
He's got a club foot to drag.
Sounds spooky.
And you say they can't find him?
Nope.
Potsies searched them hills for years with no luck.
But then a strange thing happened.
Everybody around here knowed he couldn't swim a lick,
and he was real scared of water on top of that.
What is so strange about all that?
Well, we all know that he sneaks and hides like the best snake there ever is.
But hunters keep reportin' that they see his tracks over on the island.
Island?
Yes, sir.
And ain't one way to get on that island except by boat.
And ain't been no boat reported stole around here for years.
And if and he could swim, he couldn't swim that fur.
What island?
What island?
Thunder Island.
Oh, my god.
Hey!
Marion!
Marion!
Marion!
Frank! Frank!
Marion, thank God.
Frank, look out behind you!
Oh, God, what am I to do?
Oh, Frank, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't stay near the camp to warn you.
I can't stand it much longer.
My arms!
I've got to go in.
If I stay here, I'll drown.
Maybe I can lose him by swimming under water around the point.
Marion!
Frank!
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