Lost on a Mountain in Maine

There's so damn many places that you can fall.

You fall right outta sight. 1,000, 2,000 feet.

And you sure as hell ain't gonna live through it.

And the other thing are the thunderstorms,

they come in so damn quick.

And if you don't get down behind a rock,

you're just a livin' target.

You're just a little kid, you know, 12 years old,

scrawny.

You try to guess what they might do,

but there's no damn way of predicting

what a kid will do.

In fact, by nine days, we were lookin' for a body.

Donn: Ooh!

Ryan: Donn, it's Dad! He's up the road!

Come on, let's go, he's here!

Donn: We're goin' fishin'!

Wooh!

Donn: Dad! Slow down!

Dad!

Dad!

Donn: Dad!

Hey, Dad, slow down!

Radio Newscaster 1: Russian armies are menacing from the north,

German armies are menacing from the west,

and the United States remains neutral.

-Dad's home! -Daddy!

-Tommy: Daddy. -Ruth: Come on.

Tommy: Can I tell him about the pie?

Yes, you can.

Hiya, peanut.

- -Tommy: Welcome home, Dad.

Hello, handsome.

Never a moment's peace.

Oh, you have no idea.

Yes, ma'am.

Tommy: Daddy, we made a pie.

Blueberry?

Not if Patsy keeps eating it all.

-Hey, hey, hey. -Save some for me.

Tommy: I'm gonna eat it all,

and then I'm gonna make another pie

and eat that, too.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

-Work. -Donn: Dad!

Press on.

-Ryan: Donn, I can't! -Donn:

-Oh, boy. -

Here they come.

All they talk about is the trip.

They've been up since dawn just waiting for you.

Donn: Dad!

Sir.

Well, how's the water?

Good.

Great, sir.

Sir.

Look at these hands.

It's too much summer. Not enough elbow grease.

Donn Fendler, not in front of your mother.

Sorry, sir.

Do you think we'll catch more fish

than the last time?

Yes, sir. Grab my bag.

Donn: No, Ryan, I've got it. I've got it!

Donald: You said something about blueberries?

- -Ryan: Let me carry it! Come on.

- -Ryan: Hmm.

How much does this jacket cost, good sir?

It costs $10,000!

10,000 smackers?

It was very, very, very expensive.

Ryan: I worked all summer, and I used all of my elbow grease.

All I do is buy and sell, and buy and sell,

and work like a dog, sunrise to sunset.

-We gotta go to work now. -Yeah, we gotta go work had.

-We gotta go! We gotta go! -Yes, yes, yes.

Ryan: Buy, buy, sell, sell, buy, buy, sell, sell, buy, buy!

Donn: Mother, we need more elbow grease!

Alright, I almost got it.

And then I'm telling you, I'm gonna catch the biggest

fish in the whole world.

It's gonna be so big, it won't fit on the boat.

Ryan: How are you gonna reel it up with those arms?

Are you makin' fun of me?

You're makin' fun of me, aren't you?

It's not like you're gonna catch anything.

You're terrible at fishing.

You're not gonna catch anything either.

Your line's all tangled.

You're making it more tangled. Do you need help?

I'm sure Dad can help you.

Donn: No, I don't!

You're the one who's always crying to Dad.

Ryan: No, I don't. You're an idiot.

Stop!

Stop it!

Donn: You're an idiot.

Crybaby.

-Stop it! -Donn: Stop what? Stop this?

Ryan: Dad! -Boys!

Car wash.

-Now, get out there. -Ryan: He started it.

Donald: I don't care who started it.

Both of you lunkheads, go on.

Donn: Why'd you do that?

Ryan: You're the one poking me.

You're not doing any work.

Can you at least refill the bucket?

I filled it the first time.

I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for you.

Well, if you didn't call me an idiot in front of Dad,

I wouldn't be doin' this either.

Because you are an idiot.

No.

Ryan: Stop!

Radio Newscaster 2: Intervention by Mussolini...

The twins are at it.

Donald: Damn it!

Ryan: Donn, stop!

Hey!

Go ahead. Finish your fight.

I-- I don't wanna fight.

Tough. Sometimes you gotta fight.

Sometimes you don't got a choice.

Go on!

Fight!

Fight!

Dinner!

Yes, ma'am.

Donn: Okay, let me get it.

They taste better if you cut it this way.

Alright, I want you to eat all of that, please.

There's no skins in them, right?

There is no skin in it.

No, I would never do that to you.

Tommy, will you pass me a biscuit, please?

Thank you.

Donn, elbows.

Look at your brother.

Thank you.

So, I have some disappointing news.

I gotta go back to work.

I leave for Rye in two days.

What about our fishing trip?

I'm sorry.

But, to make up for it, how about we go on a big hike?

We could leave tomorrow, come back Monday night.

It's a short drive.

And this hike, Donn. Mount Katahdin.

It's no picnic. Treacherous terrain.

Takes a whole day.

And Mr. Condon's kid, Henry. You remember Henry?

He said he'd take us up.

Um, what do you say, Donn? Hmm?

Sure.

Some crummy old mountains instead of fishing for two weeks

sounds just swell.

-Ruth: Hey, Donn. -No, no, it's okay.

Let him talk.

Why'd you even come back?

Say again, Donn?

I said, "Why'd you even come back?"

Well, you don't have to go.

Maybe I'll leave.

You see how it feels for a change.

Hey.

I think it's about time you get a haircut, skeeter.

What do you say?

This cowlick, it's like it grows twice as fast.