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Nice one.

Not very happy about the hook in his dinner.

Catch him on a hopper?

Hopper's out yet?

There's one out.

Yeah, they're sure not buying this salmonfly.

They're not buying your presentation.

You're slapping the water with it. Just lay it.

Too much action in your wrist.

Stop trying to hail a cab on Fifth Avenue.

Just lay it down.

Like that.

And on a hopper.

I do this for a living, big brother.

Well, sort of.

You should do it for a living.

Never make work of your passions.

Well, counterpoint to that is: love what you do,

you never work a day in your life.

- You love what you do? - I don't even like what I do.

You should analyze that.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Glad you're doing something,

'cause you damn sure ain't catching any trout.

You better not be doing what I think you're doing.

- Tying on a nymph. - Don't you dare!

This is my last day, Paul.

I'm tying on a nymph.

And if you fuck with me even a little,

I'm putting on a streamer.

I don't know you anymore.

I recognize your face,

but the words coming from it are the words of a stranger.

- Ha! - Doesn't count.

It counts.

I got a spincaster in the truck.

Why don't you just put some cheese on a treble hook.

Get out of here.

Hey.

I'm keeping it.

Course you are, fucking fish killer.

I'm keeping it, and you're cooking it.

All right.

And lay it out there.

Hey, I have the Hermès scarf and the blouse from Brunello.

I'm meeting her at the Greenwich,

and then we'll depart for the opening at five-fifteen.

Well, does her assistant know?

Okay, yeah, calling now.

The Washington Heights Women's Center

will provide essential services

for New York's most underprivileged

and underrepresented demographic.

Beyond reproductive care,

the Women's Center will provide wellness care,

counseling, dietary consultation...

The nutritionist was my idea.

The diet of some of those people is abhorrent.

They just don't know any better.

They don't eat junk because they like it, Laura.

They eat it because it's cheap.

They don't need a nutritionist. They need better food.

The food bank has a bigger selection of produce

than my Whole Foods, Stacy, and that all rots.

They won't eat it.

They want chips and chicken nuggets, sugarcoated cereals.

They need education.

Excuse me.

Paige?

I was attacked.

Attacked?

A man just walked up and hit me.

Took my bags and hit me.

- Oh, my... - Can you see it?

Did you call the police?

- It just happened. - Where are you?

Uh, downtown.

- Get in a cab. - Should I go to the hospital?

- Like, look at this. - No.

Go to Dr. Steele's office. I'll meet you there.

Wait. There's a police car.

What happened?

I was attacked and robbed.

- Somebody hit you? - Hit me and took two bags,

- shopping bags. - Uh, what'd they look like?

Uh, maybe 30.

A navy sweatshirt, hood over his head, tall,

- tall and skinny. - What color was he?

Color?

His skin.

I... I can't. I-I can't.

You didn't notice?

Was he dark like me or light like him?

I don't know. I only saw him walking away.

But you think he's 30. How you know that?

I-I saw for an instant, but yes, he looked 30 or maybe younger,

but I don't want to say his race because I don't know.

How about this?

What color were the shopping bags?

White, two of them.

Navy blue sweatshirt, two white bags.

Got it.

You need to file a report.

Are you still there?

One-seventeen Park Avenue.

How many stitches?

I think it's gonna take six.

How big a scar?

We'll deal with the scar later.

It's easy for you to say. It's not on your face.

Russell might like it.

Scars are sexy.

Scars on men are sexy.

Scars on women are...

I'm gonna look like a battered spouse.

I don't know why you were walking.

Why were you walking? You know better than that.

I was on Fifth Avenue, Mom.

If you can't walk on Fifth Avenue, where can you walk?

You can't. That's the whole point.

Did you call Daddy?

- No, he's fishing. - And that means

- you can't call him? - No, honey,

I can call him. I just can't reach him.

He doesn't have cell service on the river.

He'll call tonight.

But I can tell you what he'll say.

He'll say take the car.

Stay still.

He hit me.

For no reason.

I would have given him the bags.

I know.

- He just hit me. - I know.

Just leave all that shit on the plane.

I got a surprise for you tomorrow.

Paul, I have to leave tomorrow.

You're fishing the Big Lost tomorrow.

You have to pack into the Big Lost.

I fly in the smoke jumpers, and we can use their strip.

Happy birthday.

Oh, shit.

Ah.

- Ah. - Baby.

- Yeah. - Baby.

- Soft. - Oh.

Soft.

Sixty-four.

Astonishing where the time goes.

I wonder,

what do I have, maybe ten, 15 years before I'm too old

to do anything more than just remember?

I took Stacy and the kids to this resort in the Caribbean.

Rooms are ten grand a night.

Villas are 30.

This shit doesn't impress me.

No, Paul, it doesn't impress me either.

I'm just trying to tell you a story.

Now...

if you quantify making it by the things you can afford,

then this place is making it, yeah?

We're sitting there on the beach

and watching all these couples walk by.

We're the youngest there by, like, two decades.

I mean, everyone's in their 70s and 80s.

Barely waddle across the sand.

All covered up in their big hats and their long-sleeved shirts.

They'd made it.

But their bodies are too old to enjoy it.

Flew halfway around the world,

and they were too old and crippled.

Swim the water, run in the sand, make love, none of it.

They finally made it.

They were all too old to create a single memory.

And they knew it.

It was on every one of their faces.

Saw them at the restaurant.

Same thing. Not a smile among them.

'Cause they knew.

They worked their whole lives for that moment.

The moment had already passed them by.

That's why I'm here.

That's why I quit.

I make a memory a day, brother.

Sometimes more.

But make them for who, huh?

Hmm?

No kids.

No... no wife.

You-you... you got nobody to share it with, Paul.

I'm sharing it with you right now.

Once a year, you share it with me.

Then you should come more often.

At least get a girlfriend.

Not on your life.

How about a dog?

They're needier than girlfriends.

Maybe a goldfish, then.

- Maybe. - Huh.

You'd probably try to kill it

with one of your giant hook streamers.

True.

Thank you. Mmm.

Oh, sorry.

Abby, how was your day?

Laser resurfacing is the most effective.

Doesn't that make your skin shiny, like, forever?

I still haven't seen it.

You're never seeing it. Looks like a bloody zipper.

I wish I had been there.

What, so he could've hit you, too?

All you would've gotten is shot, stabbed or worse.

What's worse than getting shot?

I don't know, but that's what would have happened.

- Being set on fire is worse. - Girls,

- please, can we just... - And then the police,

they just kept asking, "What was his race?"

Like that has anything to do with it.

I mean, it's pretty important information

when you're trying to find somebody.

- Whoa. - That's so racist.

Where are you going?

It's your father.

So? Where are you going?

It is rude to talk on the phone in a restaurant.

It is also rude to play

on your phone in a restaurant and surf the Internet.

Basically, what all of you are doing right now is rude.

Rude to who?

It's rude to me. It's rude to each other.

It's rude to the staff.

Just fucking rude.

It's so bright there.

- What time is it? - Seven.

Full moon.

Wow. Look at those stars.

My view's better.

Well,

until your brother gets indoor plumbing,

I'll have to take your word for it.

Oh, there's plumbing of sorts.

Got a sink.

- Got a shower now. - Well, until

the outhouse moves indoors,

then I'll have to rely on pictures.

You feel rested?

What time do you land tomorrow?

Okay, gonna have to push it back a day, honey,

because Paul has something very,

very special planned for tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm. - It's a stretch of river

that can only be reached by packhorse.

Takes, like, a week.

Paul has permission to fly us into it.

Honey, this is like...

Well, it's virgin water.

Oh, now there's virgins involved.

Nobody fishes this stretch, honey. Nobody.

Maybe a dozen people a year, if that.

Hey, um, some bad news.

Uh, Paige got mugged today down in the Village.

What? Mugged?

- Is she okay? - Yeah.

She just, you know, she got a pretty good shiner and

a decent cut.

The doctor saw her. Six stitches.

Goddamn it. I cannot come up with one plausible reason

- why we still live in that city. - Well,

I'll give you two.

Our children.

Two more. Our grandchildren, my parents.

Make her use the car, honey. That's what it's for.

She thinks it's a garish display of wealth.

Well, if my money's so offensive,

maybe we should stop giving it to her.

- Oh, honey. - No, I'm serious.

Sell her apartment and put her up in a house

in Great Neck, or she takes the fucking car.

Yeah, I knew you were gonna do this.

- What am I doing? - Okay, let's...

This problem will be right here when you get back.

Let's deal with it then.

All right.

She's okay, though, huh?

Yes. In the meantime, enjoy your mountains,

enjoy your brother, enjoy the hole in the ground

he thinks is a toilet, and I'll see you Monday.

Monday.

I love you, honey.

Love you.

So, Russell, anything interesting

happen in your world today,

besides your wife getting mugged?

Uh...

Uh, yeah, we're, uh...

Well, we're, uh, we're investing in a Dutch cargo ship venture.

I mean, some of these larger vessels,

they, uh, carry over 25,000 containers.

Like, 2,000 and change per container.

That's over 50 million a load in freight.

And you have crew fees and docking fees, fuel by far

being the largest expense...

So... no, nothing interesting happened.

Excuse me. Um, can I order a martini, gin, three olives?

Thank you.

What's wrong with you?

I was the one that got punched.

Let's go.

- Prest? - Yeah.

You might want to grab your rod.

Oh, shit. Christ.

The way you talk about this place,

I thought I'd only need my net, so...

Hey.

Caddis are hatching.

Up! Yeah!

Oh.

It's gonna be one of those days, brother.

Good.

I could use one.

That worry you at all?

We're not going that way.

'Cause that storm sure looks like it's coming this way.

There wasn't any weather on the radar this morning.

Well, there's weather there now, Paul.

Storms build over the mountains every afternoon.

But we're going that way.

We can leave now if you want.

I don't ever want to leave.

Can't do it any better than that.

Ah.

Oh, no!

No!

I just h... it was a monster!

We should go.

Yeah.

Shit!

What do you think? What-what's this telling you here?

I'm just gonna pick my way through it.

It's gonna be a little bumpy over the mountains.

Yeah. Okay.

Jesus!

Yep.

Big Sky Approach, this is Cessna 185 Bravo Zulu.

I need a SWAP.

Copy, Nancy-Bravo. Speed and altitude?

One-thirty knots at 8,200.

Maintain southwest heading, climb to 11,000.

Copy that. Eleven thousand. Thank you, tower.

We'll get up over this.

Jesus!

- Fuck, Paul! - Hold on.

Christ.

Stacy!

- Wait, where was she? - Five blocks from here.

Middle of the day.

Politicians in this city have guilted us into chaos.

Michael wants us to move to Connecticut.

- Mm. - Or just stay in the Hamptons

year-round, and I'm running out of excuses.

The kids are gone.

He can work from anywhere these days.

Well, why don't you?

'Cause our marriage wouldn't last a month.

Oh, stop it.

I'd have to learn how to cook, for one.

Oh, God forbid, yeah.

And what in the world would we talk about?

All of our friends are here, the ones

- that haven't moved to Florida. - Yeah.

Hmm. This is my city.

It has gone to hell before.

It will come back. It always does.

Now, you, on the other hand,

how you keep your mountain man in Manhattan,

that is a trick that you must show me.

Our daughters is the trick.

He would never leave them,

and he will never get the girls to leave, so...

- No. - No, he just, as long as he gets

his little escapes.

But you have to wonder why we choose to live

in a place we need to escape.

Because there's no stock exchange in Telluride, my dear.

Whenever I see Michael looking at properties online,

I just, I just remind him how far that is

from Yankee Stadium, and that usually does it.

You'd have to stock the Hudson with trout

to entice mine.

Just buy him a little cabin in the Catskills.

I think they invented fly-fishing there.

It's just three hours away.

He can go there whenever he wants.

It's easier to get there than the Hamptons.

You realize all we ever talk about is leaving.

- It's all anyone talks about. - Well, of course we do.

We're New Yorkers. What else are we gonna talk about

if we can't complain about our city?

- Hmm. - Hmm?

Do we know anyone in Idaho?

The Greenbergs have a house in Sun Valley.

Yeah, Preston didn't call me last night.

I'm just gonna, um...

Hello?

Is this Mrs. Clyburn?

It is.

Who's this?

I'm Officer Shepherd with the U.S. Department of Forestry.

Yes?

Is your husband Preston Clyburn?

Yes.

Ma'am, your husband was involved in a plane crash on a mountain

called Borah Peak.

Uh, can I... is...

Can I speak to him? Is he all right?

No, ma'am.

I'm sorry to say both he and a Paul Clyburn

did not survive the crash.

Stacy?

Uh, ma'am?

What do I do? What do I...

Well, ma'am, we'd like you to come here

and identify the bodies.

Help arrange transport to wherever you choose

as their resting place.

Hi. This is Stacy's friend. What's happened?

Uh...

Okay, uh, just let... uh, um...

Let me get that.

Uh...

Uh, I-Idaho Falls.

Is there an airport?

Okay. Okay.

Oh, honey.

I'm so... - I just, just...

just-just let me...

I'll get the car.

Mom.

They just think it's him. They don't know.

- Paige. - What? They don't.

- Please. - They look like pilgrims.

Where are we?

Hey.

I texted and I left a message.

This is a little more important than school, don't you think?

I can't include you in decisions when you do not respond.

I will tell you why.

Because he is my fucking father and they are my children.

When people talk about life-altering events,

they are talking about this.

Then get on a plane and come get them.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Would you like to check in at the hotel?

Deal with the rest in the morning?

Take me to the coroner. I want to get this over with.

- Would you like some music? - I would not.

Okay.

Do we all go in?

I don't know. Uh...

Let me get the lay of the land.

Ma'am,

we're very sorry for your loss.

Walk me through this.

You knew the brother as well?

- I did. - The state requires

that remains be positively identified

by a relative or close friend.

Someone with enough familiarity to make visual recognition.

Won't take long.

There's no other way?

I mean, clearly, you know who it is

or you wouldn't have known to contact me.

We found a phone, ma'am.

That does not positively identify a body.

But why else would he have the phone?

I don't make the laws, ma'am, but I do have to enforce them.

You're gonna force me.

Before he left, he kissed me.

And he smiled,

and that is the last image of him in my mind.

If...

If I go in there and see what...

happened to him,

that is the last image in my mind.

Forever.

I'll do it, Mom.

No.

No, you won't.

Which is which?

We don't know.

Paul.

What's wrong with fingerprints?

How dare you?

Show me what you showed her.

He had a will?

- Yes. - Life insurance?

- Yes. - I hate to ask

- these things, but... - We, we're taken care of.

What about a funeral?

I don't know.

The ranch, maybe.

I guess I'll take care of his brother as well.

He didn't... he doesn't have anyone.

Then you'll never be able to visit him, Stacy.

I'll close my eyes when I want to visit him.

What are you gonna do with this cabin?

- It's not my cabin. - It's your cabin now,

and if you sell it, then you can't visit him anywhere.

Think about that. Bring him home, honey.

Okay, this is too much.

It's too many decisions for one day.

- Take a sleeping pill. - I plan to.

- I'll call you tomorrow. - Okay.

We were thinking a slumber party.

Come on in.

Come on.

There's bound to be some shitty pizza in this town.

You think?

I hope so.

Girls, can you ninja up some Netflix on the TV?

For you.

Oh. God bless you.

Nothing teaches you to self-medicate

like a good divorce.

What do you want, Grandma?

A comedy.

Uh...

Hmm, how about A River Runs Through It?

It was Grandpa's favorite movie.

A river may run through it,

but I've never actually gotten through it.

So, in honor of him.

You've come to the right place.

Uh... Pizza. Can you find some?

- Pizza? - Yeah.

- Yeah. I'll... - And ice cream.

Uh, what flavors?

Dazzle us with options.

- Done. - Thanks, Russ.

Is it gonna be sad?

Oh...

It's about fishing. How sad can it be?

I am haunted by waters.

Thanks, Mom. I sure feel better now.

Jesus.

It made your father cry, too.

Every time, like a big baby.

Uh, that and, uh, Rudy.

Only men can cry over fishing and football.

God, for life to be that simple.

You know,

in 39 years of marriage...

we never fought.

Not once.

I mean, we... we-we danced

right to the edge, but...

But we both knew how-how precious

and how rare what we had was.

I should be happy that he died out here...

doing something that he loves, not...

...tethered to some hospital bed,

like most men waiting to die.

He died living, not existing.

How many could say that?

I hope you find what we had someday, honey.

I really, really do.

I hope you meet a man that's worth missing.

I'd just like one to return my calls.

Oh, God.

We got to work on your standards.

Do you guys have service?

Are we close?

I don't know. Never been there before.

We're close, I think.

I guess this is it.

This is it?

This is what the nav says.

Stop.

I've seen that photo.

Okay.

Should we be worried about bears?

Preston never mentioned bears.

It's very weird.

There's a sink and a shower but no toilet.

Toilets are outside.

- Outside? - There's no septic system.

The cabins are too close to the river.

- That's why we never visited. - I have

absolutely no idea how you would get this furniture up here.

Where are you going?

I want to find Preston's cabin.

Well, take this. Be careful.

Uh, what's that?

- Bear spray. - You said no bears.

I said he never mentioned bears.

I'm taking a bath.

Don't you have dinner

with the girls tonight?

No, um...

Bridgett has some dance,

something in Chelsea of all places.

As if there aren't 12 ballet academies nearby.

And Paige has some work,

something with Russell at that...

...that new club they wasted their money joining.

Our money.

They wasted our money joining it.

I stand corrected.

What are you doing?

I am making coffee.

What time is it there?

I don't know. Five-thirty?

Babe, you'll be up all night.

Well, I try to sleep as little as possible when I'm here.

You know, at night, the bull elk

come down to the river and bugle.

- They bugle? - They bugle.

Kind of a high-pitched, almost like a whistle,

and it drives the lady elk crazy.

Oh.

I remember when you used to bugle.

I can still bugle.

Well...

it's more like a trombone these days,

but hey, I am no spring lady elk,

so trombone is just fine with me.

How do you make coffee?

I-I thought you said you didn't have electricity.

Well, there's electricity, just no outlets.

You know, we got a light over the porch

and light over the table.

Huh.

You didn't answer my question.

Well, I build a fire in the stove

and fill the pot from the river.

Pour the coffee in the pot,

boil the water, and there you go.

You can taste the smoke, Stacy.

It's the best cup of coffee you'll ever have.

Oh, my God.

Oh, honey, I think you are romanticizing this

to the point of physical impossibility.

Maybe you should just wash the pot.

Well, technically, it's a percolator.

- Ah. - And if you'll ever come here,

I'll make you a cup.

The best you'll ever have.

If you really wanted me to come there,

you and your brother would build a bathroom.

It has a bathroom.

Inside the house.

God, you're spoiled.

The conveniences have become your necessities.

We went camping once a long time ago,

or have you managed to block that out?

No, no, no, no. That was not camping.

That was an excuse to get you in a tent.

I had planned nothing

past the sex.

Well, you married a city mouse, honey.

City mice stay in the city.

You need to see it, Stace.

Just once.

I do. I do see it.

Every time you send a picture of you

and some traumatized trout.

Nah, it's not the same.

Oh.

Girls?

Girls?

Where are you going?

- We just want to check it out. - Well, don't climb on anything.

Watch out for snakes.

- Are there snakes? - I don't know,

so you probably should watch out for them.

What in the world?

Uh, I found a motel

about an hour away.

Does not look great.

We could drive into Bozeman or Helena.

Everything seems to be about two hours from everything else.

How long you think she wants to stay?

Gonna go find out.

Mom?

Mom?

What's that?

Coffee maker.

- It is? - Think it's done.

You want some?

Why not?

He sat here and called me.

Right here.

Talked about fish.

And I'd pretend like I cared.

He was right.

Not the same in pictures.

I never came with him because...

...I thought I'd be bored.

Or, uh, you know, a third wheel.

I didn't want to interrupt his man time,

his brother time.

I thought about bringing you two out when you were younger.

But then, you know, it's not a vacation for him.

It's a, it's a trip,

and he's worried about pleasing you and not himself, and...

Wow, was I wrong.

I robbed us of this.

I robbed him of sharing it with us.

Please don't do that.

Do not blame yourself for things that you didn't do.

You had a loving marriage for 40 years in New York City.

I mean, they should build a statue of you two.

Miss him.

God knows I will.

But no blame.

You two did it right.

It's getting late.

Motel's a hike. We can come back in the morning.

Mm...

I'm gonna stay here.

Mmm. He was right.

You can taste the smoke.

Hmm.

She's just gonna stay?

And do what? There's not even a bathroom here.

Oh, I found one. They're... It's outside.

It's Spartan.

What does "Spartan" mean?

- Rustic. - Yeah.

There's, like, a hornet's nest inside the hole.

Adds a certain degree of difficulty.

She can't stay here.

Okay? It's selfish.

She's acting like she's the only one who lost somebody.

- He was my father. - Don't you fucking dare.

She has been with him since she was 19.

I've been with him since I was born. So were you!

We were not with him!

He was present when we needed something.

When we needed a chauffeur or a cheerleader.

A therapist. A bank.

You want to mourn something? Why don't we mourn the time

that we didn't give him?

He was her lover and her best friend.

It is not the same thing.

You lost the idea of him, Paige,

which you can still have.

- Girls, go back outside now. - We can hear you yelling.

Oh!

God bless your uncle.

Hey, did I see, uh, a garden somewhere?

Mm-hmm, by the barn.

- What's in it? - We didn't check.

- Let's check. - Mm-hmm.

I'd say you nailed it, with me.

But if that's all he was to you two...

...what a shame, girls.

Kale and, I think, Swiss chard.

I think these are scallions.

Oh, this is thyme.

This... will come in handy.

Nice, right?

Strawberries?

- Wow. - Wait.

You can just grow them?

Apparently.

I thought they just came from farms.

Well, that's what this is. It's an itty-bitty farm.

- Oh. - I think...

this is spinach.

What's this?

Oh, shit!

That's a snake!

Everything okay?!

We're okay! It's okay.

He's more scared of you than you are of him.

Okay, let's just go over here.

Oh!

All right.

Lesson learned. Less is more with this stuff.

Ooh.

When was the last time you saw one of those, girls?

One of what?

Sunset.

Can't remember?

Nah, me neither.

There must be a nice grocery store around here,

because Paul has every cheese on the planet.

I sent a package. Your father likes to rough it,

but he doesn't like to starve.

- Somebody grate the Parmesan? - Uh, we got it here.

What are you making?

Polenta.

How are you making polenta?

You just boil cornmeal, honey.

I-I don't think polenta has corn in it.

That's all polenta has.

Just corn and liquid and cheese.

- I think that's grits. - Yes.

Grits and polenta are the same thing.

Mother, they make grits in Alabama.

You're telling me it's the same thing as the dish from Italy?

It's the exact same thing.

Just finish it with different toppings.

If it has different ingredients, it's a different dish.

- Can somebody pour me some wine? - Like,

they're making the same thing in Birmingham

that they're making in Florence?

With different cheese. That's the only difference.

Okay. I'm not gonna argue with you

because you're in mourning, but the time will come

where I will tell you how wrong you are.

Um...

Oh, that looks great.

Yeah, um...

I don't think this is beef.

- What? It's beef. - Yeah, it didn't,

it didn't cook like beef, it doesn't smell like beef.

Look at me. It's beef, okay?

For tonight, it's beef.

Okay.

Um, but w-what-what... what is it really?

It said "elk,"

but the world doesn't need to know that.

Why?

Do you think the, uh, you think the world would, uh, r-revolt?

How do you think your wife would react?

Um, yeah,

not, uh, not good?

- Multiply that by four. - Right.

Okay, so, should I slice it?

No, I think you should just do whatever you think will make it

- look more like beef. - Okay. Yeah, yeah. Yeah,

I got it. Got it.

Can I have more of the steak?

Mm. You bet, honey.

Me, too, please. You're a really good cook.

- Thanks. - Steak's really good, honey.

Thank you.

- Do you girls want more grits? - It's not grits.

- It's polenta. - All right, you and I

can agree to disagree, but I'm not lying to my children.

- They're my children. - They're my nieces.

You know what I mean. They're basically my children.

They're not even kind of your children,

but if you want them to be your children,

you can get them to dance on Tuesday and Thursday

and then take them to fucking Paramus

at eight in the morning for gymnastics.

Fine.

"The children." I'm not lying to the children.

I don't see why not. I'm lying to mine.

Are you enjoying the elk, Paige?

The what?

It's elk.

Elk? Like the deer?

No, no, not a deer.

- The big deer? - No, it's a different species.

It's kind of like grits and polenta,

- according to your logic. - It has big horns

and hooves, and it was roaming around freely

until your brother-in-law shot it.

That's what I'm eating?

I'm not sure that they have hooves.

Did you know?

You knew. I can fucking tell.

You knew, and you cooked it,

and you were just gonna let me eat it?

I think it's really good.

- Mom. - What do you think

is gonna happen to all the food in this house, Paige?

It's gonna get eaten or it's gonna rot.

I didn't kill the thing.

Your uncle will never kill another one.

I suppose we could throw it all away.

And then it's nourishing

some raccoon or worms or... I guess.

Or it can nourish us.

Which is what it's doing.

When's the last time you cooked a meal, Paige?

Not reheated one, not microwaved one.

We picked that from a garden.

Your uncle took that from somewhere around here.

The cornmeal is in a jar.

Did he make that? Maybe.

Everything we ate came from this...

this little world that your father adored.

We made a meal from this place together.

I think it's beautiful.

I think it's perfect.

And I know your father would, too.

I wonder who has to die for us to make another meal together.

Ah, so... Good night.

I wonder if that stuff works.

I guess.

So long as the wind is at your back.

Good point.

What are you reading?

A journal.

Your father kept a journal here.

Twenty-five years.

Uh, what's it say?

Talks about, um, which river,

and then it says to crack a window

when lighting the stove in a wind.

Uh, there's a downdraft that pushes the smoke

back into the cabin.

It's half diary, half...

how-to guide.

Then there's this...

...about me.

There's a, um, spot upriver...

...and he calls it Stacy's Valley.

The elk don't graze there for some reason,

so the grass grows tall and it's yellow,

and it reminds him of my hair.

I-I need to know...

...his last little secret.

How can I say goodbye when there's still...

...more to know?

So, tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna get up...

...and I'm gonna find this little valley.

And then I'm gonna bring your father here.

And I'm gonna bury him there.

And then I'm gonna take this book,

and I'm gonna visit

every place he wrote about.

And you can tell me I'm crazy, you can say I need to move on,

I have a whole life ahead of me and all that shit.

I am 65 years old.

I don't have a whole life ahead of me.

I have a very small window to be reckless,

to make decisions that feed this

and never factor this into the equation.

And that's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna do what he begged me to do for 30 years.

I'm gonna finally see this place.

Want some company?

I'd love some.

Well, then I'll see you in the morning.

Okay.

Poor choice of footwear in retrospect.

Okay.

I, personally, for the record,

feel that we are underdressed, unarmed and just...

generally unprepared for any kind of

exploratory venture afoot.

"Afoot."

I didn't know they taught the Queen's English at Brown.

Well, they do. I mean, I didn't actually study it,

but the-the course does exist.

Ah. And the world is a better place for it, Russell.

Let's go find this spot.