Northern Exposure s02e02 Episode Script
The Big Kiss
Ed? | Is that you? Would you like to come | and join us for supper? We got plenty.
No, thank you.
Ruth-Anne just got some | new Spencer Tracy tapes in and I was kinda planning | on watching those tonight.
Quiet.
Are you getting | enough to eat up there? Oh, yeah.
Plenty.
Well, good night.
| Good night, Ed.
A lot of good people | feel just as I do.
We're not un-Christian monsters.
Well, if I'm right, | you're pretty close to it and so far I've proven my case.
Mr.
Hargraves, | when you got into trouble at 11 or 12 years of age you had your mother, | you had your father to put their arms around you to talk things over.
Can you imagine the fright | and the loneliness of a boy without that love and understanding? This poor kid, | in prison for life I want a home for them | where they can stay and where they can learn.
A town for boys | governed by boys.
It's worth a shot, | isn't it? This is Chris in the Morning | coming to you on K-Bear from Cicely, Alaska in the heart | of the borough of Arrowhead.
It's a beautiful day | in the 49th state crisp and clear, | invigorating, intoxicating.
You know, I had | a really weird dream last night.
I was working on an assembly line | with my first true love Leslie Ferguson and we were making | these mechanical frogs that could jump and | sing at the same time.
They say dreams are | the windows of the soul.
Take a peek, and you can see | the inner workings the nuts and bolts.
I don't understand the assembly line and the, frogs are | a little confusing but Leslie Ferguson rings | bright and true.
First love.
| We all have one somewhere.
Anyway, this | this one's for you, Leslie.
# She's so gay tonight | She's like spring tonight.
Hello? # She's a rollicking, | frolicking thing tonight # So disarming # Soft and charming | Hello? # Excuse me | She is not thinking of me # She's not.
Hey! | Excuse me.
I'm lost.
Hi.
I'm sorry | to bother you but how do I get | to Route 1? It's straight through town.
Are you all right? - Mmm.
| - So I go South? Are you sure you're all right? Well, thanks.
| Sorry to interrupt.
- Maurice Chevalier? | - Louis Jourdan.
Nice.
I like that.
Bye.
# Oh, she's simmering with love # Oh, she's shimmering with love B-7.
G-54.
N-36.
G-51.
Morning, Ed.
| Morning, Great Aunt.
B-3.
| Come to play a little bingo? No, Great Aunt.
| I-24.
Why do I play this game? I don't even like this game.
| O-68.
- Great Aunt? | - Yes, Ed? Can you tell me | who my parents were? - N-37.
| - We found you.
You know that.
Wrapped in a blanket.
A coat.
| A sealskin coat.
Coat, blanket So sue me.
| I-28.
Where, exactly? | Up by the meadow.
Down by the river.
| Light Feather found him.
It wasn't Light Feather.
| It was Wind Dancer.
I-13.
| Fast Cloud found you.
In the bushes | next to his cabin.
He told me himself.
| You believe Fast Cloud? Fast Cloud used to think | he was Joe DiMaggio.
He ordered a uniform from Sears | and used to go around town singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game Can you tell me | about my mother? I have blue eyes.
Your mother was a white woman.
A teacher in Skagway.
She wasn't a teacher.
| She was a missionary.
N-44.
| What about my father? Can't you tell me anything? | I mean, his name? - Smith.
| - Smith? Smith.
Smith.
| And Z-7.
Hi, Chris.
| What's your problem? Bad tooth? Sore throat? Oh, you lost your voice.
They put in extra parts | just to make you crazy.
I mean, what is this? Does this look like a tibia to you? No, it doesn't.
It looks like | the tailbone of the orangutan.
I mean, how many teeth | do you think this thing has? Thirty.
I counted.
What happened to 32? | We're supposed to have 32 teeth.
What, this guy went to the dentist | and then they sent him to me? What? What's the matter? You're sick.
| You have to throw up? No.
| He lost his voice.
You lost your voice? | How? You What? | You're Chest pains? You swallowed a chicken bone.
No, no, no.
You did | Tongue.
Choke.
What? You You You flew.
| You fell.
You fell down.
| You knocked your breath out.
Yes, that can happen.
| A good jolt to the coccyx A beautiful woman | took his voice away.
Yeah.
Sure.
Right.
What do you mean? What, she just reached in | and-and-and yanked it out with her bare hand? No? | She What? With her beauty.
Okay.
Thank you, Marilyn.
| Thank you very much.
I'll call you if I need you.
Which I won't, though, but thanks.
Chris.
Look.
You can lose your voice | if you stay up all night screaming.
You can lose your voice because | of an invasion of viral agents commonly known as laryngitis but you cannot You cannot | Sit down.
You cannot lose your voice | because you saw a beautiful woman.
Hold this.
Say, ahh Can't even manage | just a little squeak? That's kind of ironic, | don't you think? Deejay losing his voice? Ed.
Ed.
- Hello.
| - Who are you? They call me One Who Waits.
| I am a spirit.
A spirit, like a ghost? I prefer a spirit.
What are you doing here? | What do you want? I've been watching you.
I know that | you're struggling in pain.
I think I can help you.
I don't understand.
| Help me? You want to learn | about your parents, don't you? - You can do that? | - How hard can it be? This is an important day | for you, Ed.
A great search is one of | the most important events of a man's life.
Back in the old days two of our people led the white man | on a search for gold.
Found it, too, | as you may know.
We've always been good | at searching.
What? Our wedding grounds | used to be here.
So much has changed.
That's where we used to gather | before going out on a hunt.
We would sing songs | and prepare ourselves.
What's a Wash 'n Dry? That's a place | where you can wash your clothes in machines.
- And dry too? | - Uh-huh.
It's warm in there.
| You can do your clothes at night and they come out | much fluffier.
What? What is it? Is something here? | Something important? A tree.
- A special tree? | - No.
Just a tree.
Before we start, | I think it's a good idea we get you | something to eat.
It's important to begin a search | on a full stomach.
Good morning, Cicely.
| This is Holling Vincoeur.
As many of you know the voice you would | ordinarily be hearing Chris Stevens, | has lost his voice.
So, I'm here instead.
I I really should be helping I should be helping Shelly | with breakfast.
I mean, | this is our biggest meal.
I Will Will the beautiful girl in the red parka who pressed through Cic who passed through Cicely | yesterday please Please contact | the radio station.
You have inadvertently | taken something which does not belong to you.
You might like pancakes.
The scrambled eggs | are a little dry.
Sunny-side up's good.
How are the hamburgers? | Not bad.
What are the hamburgers? Meat.
| Kinda ground up and then they cook 'em | and serve 'em on buns.
Well, that's like bread.
| They're better with cheese.
- Mornin", Ed.
| - Hi, Shelly.
Usual? | Yes, please.
Cheeseburger? | Cheeseburger sounds good.
Fries? French fries.
Potatoes.
They're good with ketchup.
| Ed, who are you talking to? One Who Waits.
Oh.
She can't see you.
White people can be blind.
Why? Because I I'm | dead to them.
I put in a call | to the C.
D.
C.
in Atlanta but the phone was busy for an hour.
Can you believe that? | Atlanta, Georgia? Major metropolitan center, | I can't get through? You'd think Sherman | torched it yesterday.
I don't think losing | your voice is contagious but, you know, who knows? I might have to | quarantine you.
Hey, Ed.
No, wait! | What? Someone's sitting there.
| Okay.
Okay.
Take it easy.
This one's wobbly.
You | can't save seats, Ed.
You know that.
It's against | the rules.
Who's sitting here? Where is he? | In the john? He's right here.
- Who? | - One Who Waits.
- One who what's? | - Waits.
He's an Indian spirit, | like a ghost.
You can't see him | 'cause white men are blind and to you he's dead.
I heard about | your voice, Chris.
Sorry.
What happened? He lost his voice to beauty.
He lost his voice to beauty? It's a very old problem.
| Hold it.
H-Hold it.
Ed you're-you're talking | to an empty stool.
- This is not a good sign.
| - Here we go.
One for Ed and one for Ed's new | invisible friend.
Thank you.
You're both welcome.
All right.
I'm worried | about you, Ed.
I really am.
You're not acting in | a psychologically healthy way.
Go ahead.
Try it.
| It's really good.
I don't eat anymore.
| I just smell it.
Chris, do you want this? He doesn't like to eat anymore.
| He just likes to smell it.
I'm outta here.
Good-bye, Dr.
Fleischman.
It's not your fault you can't see him.
Tell your friend there's only one thing to do when you lose your voice to beauty.
What's that? He must find the most | beautiful girl in the village and capture her spirit.
He says you're supposed to find | the most beautiful girl in town and sleep with her if you want | to get your voice back.
Don't look at me.
| He said it.
This is, Holling Vincoeur | on K K-BHR.
Chris.
! You there? I hate to disturb your breakfast, | but I'm out of music.
What do I do now? Do you believe that all things | in nature are alive, Ed the sky, the trees, | the rocks? Oh, yes.
| Good.
Have you thought about | what you might say when we find your parents? I don't know.
Hi.
How are ya? I I guess | I'd like to know what happened, | why they left me.
This looks like a good spot.
I think we'll find | some answers here.
Let's ask.
Ask who? First I'll ask the wind.
Spirit of the wind who are Ed's parents? What's it saying? | Shh.
The wind doesn't know or the wind doesn't | want to tell us.
The wind can be stubborn.
There's no use | trying to force it.
We'll ask the water.
Yeah, let's ask the water.
What now? First we ask; | then we listen.
Tell us, spirit of the water who are Ed's parents? Well, what does the water say? We've got a little problem here.
I never was much good | at talking in front of people.
Course, talking to a microphone | isn't exactly public speaking.
But even though | I couldn't see them I could feel them out there, | listening.
People sitting in their cars, | gun shops sweat lodges all of them waiting | to hear your voice and getting mine.
Chris, you have a talent a real gift.
Well, at least | you used to, anyway.
Evening, Chris, Holling.
Pour me a tall one, will ya? | You got it.
That was pathetic | this morning, Chris.
I understand it was a pretty woman | that caused the damage.
Is that right? Yeah, she walked right in, | said hi and then, walked | right out with your voice.
Is that it? Well, take a sip of beer.
| It'll probably help some.
Here you go, Maurice.
Here's to your voice, son.
| May it come back soon.
If not, look for work.
She must've been | really something special? # Hey, baby | Don't you pass me by Tell me, Chris, do you know | the Arthurian legends? You know, King Arthur, | Sir Lancelot Sir Gawain, | Lady in the Lake? Well, there's a story in there | that reminds me of your predicament.
Seems Sir Gawain was riding | through the woods one day when he heard a lady's voice | calling for help.
Well, he spurred his steed forward | and galloped on until he saw a beautiful lady | standing in a meadow.
A vision.
Well, he was so enamored | of her that he let down his guard.
He got careless.
| Well, that was a mistake.
Because when | he moseyed up to her she turned into a sorceress, | a witch.
Put a spell on him.
Yeah.
| She took his courage, Chris.
The worst thing | that can happen to a man.
After that, Sir Gawain | would hightail it away from all the great battles.
The sight of a dragon | made him piss in his armor.
He was a disgrace.
All the Knights of the Round Table | laughed at him.
Even old Merlin was stumped.
After that, he just kind of | went to pieces.
But this is not | a sad story, Chris because it's got | a happy ending.
At the end, Sir Gawain | got his courage back.
You know how he did that? He went to bed | with a beautiful woman.
The next morning, | when he got up, presto.
His courage had returned.
Yeah.
Something to think about.
| Plan of action.
Better than sittin' around | feeling sorry for yourself.
A teakettle's better company | than you are, son.
Good luck to you.
Unbelievable day.
I had to fly down to Petersburg pick up some snowmobile | parts, and fly them to Yakutat.
So far, so good.
But halfway to Yakutat, | the crates shake open and suddenly I've got an airplane | that's listing like a wounded seagull.
By the way, I promised Maurice that I'd fix the radiator | at the station.
I'll do that tomorrow, okay? Chris.
Oh, right.
| Too bad about your voice.
It'll come back, though.
Chris, excuse me.
These were my dad's, | and they brought him luck.
I want you to have them.
Without your voice, | there's a hole in this community.
A big, black hole | right in the center of Cicely.
Where's Rick?" Oh, he had to fly a bunch | of oil guys up to Valdez.
They're trying to prove | the whole thing didn't happen.
Why? # Pretty lady in the pretty garden # Can't you stay # Pretty lady, we got leave # And we got paid today # Pretty lady with the flower # Give a lonely sailor | half an hour # Pretty lady, can you understand A word I say Don't go away? | Pretty lady You're the cleanest thing | I've seen all year Pretty lady, you're enough | to make me glad You know, sometimes | when you look back on a situation you realize it wasn't | all you thought it was.
A beautiful girl | walked into your life.
You fell in love.
| Or did you? Perhaps it was only | a childish infatuation.
Or maybe just a brief | moment of vanity.
Do you recognize | this place? I don't think so.
This is where you were | welcomed into the tribe.
There's an old saying | that if you come back to the place | where you became a man you will remember all those things | that you need to be happy.
I don't remember anything.
That saying never did | make sense to me.
But I thought | it was worth a try.
When the men of the tribe | brought you up here you were three years old.
Was there a dog? A dog? I don't know.
| There might have been a dog.
I remember | sitting in the sunshine and a dog sticking his nose | in my face.
I really liked that.
That could've been here.
Each man told you a story | of the tribe.
A history.
They didn't expect you | to remember everything.
They just wanted you | to hear the words.
And when they finished, | they picked you up and handed you man to man so that you would know | each one of them was your father.
Do you remember? Those are your stories.
And those men are your fathers.
Are we getting anywhere here? | Oh, yes.
Morning, Maurice.
I talked to a friend in New York.
A throat specialist | at Beth Zion.
Yeah? He said a shock to the system | can sometimes cause a person to lose his voice.
Is that right? You know, like your hair | suddenly turning white.
And he said usually | the voice comes back but not always.
Hmm.
| Whew! Oh! Been a few rare cases where victims have been rendered | permanently mute.
I mean, I don't think | we should tell Chris that.
Let me ask you | a question, Fleischman.
Sure.
When you first met Elaine, | did you feel any pain? - Pain? Physical pain? | - Yeah.
I Sort of.
There's a certain degree of anxiety.
Nervous stomach, | like someone stabbing me.
Pain, yes.
Definitely.
Did you know Einstein didn't think of his | theory of relativity? He felt it.
He was on a trolley | in Vienna or somewhere and all of a sudden | it hit him.
Bam! | His whole body.
He was excited, | but he felt sick too.
Nausea.
He had to get off that trolley | before he puked.
Yeah? Well, that's | an interesting story, Maurice.
When Holling | first saw Shelly he got a stiff neck.
I was sittin' right there.
He couldn't move his head | for two or three days.
Just seized up on him.
| What's the point, Maurice? Well, it seems that grand passions sometimes pack a A wallop.
Morning, Dr.
Fleischman.
| Hi.
Thanks, Shelly.
Warm-up, Maurice? Course, I wouldn't know about that.
Hi, Chris.
| Sorry I'm late.
Oh! Expecting someone | for dinner, huh? Me? Well, what about | the radiator? I'm honored and happy | to have you as my guest tonight.
" Well, that's really nice.
But you didn't have to fix me dinner.
I'd like the company.
You're one of my best | friends in Cicely and we've never even | had dinner together.
" I'll check out the radiator.
Sometimes they get kinda clogged up.
| Shouldn't be too hard to fix.
I'll probably just have to | bleed it a little.
Oh.
Well, that's usually | all it takes.
Oh, no.
| This doesn't look good.
You've got a rusty pipe.
| I'll have to get you a new one.
Please don't work.
Just relax | and let me take care of you.
" The heart becomes an object | if the brain only works It's Jung, right? | Krishnamurti.
Smells great.
Glazed carrots would be fine.
I love glazed carrots.
You don't have to stay | if you don't want to.
I won't take it personally.
" Are you kidding? I should fix | your radiator more often.
A toast to the most | beautiful girl in Cicely Mmm.
Champagne.
| What a treat.
Dr.
Fleischman, | you wanted to see me? How's, what's-his-name, | your invisible friend? One Who Waits.
| He's fine, thank you.
Can I ask how long | you've known him? A few days this time.
| This time"? Well, he's 256 years old.
We may have touched base | once or twice before.
Ed, can I be honest with you? Sure.
| Are we alone? Uh-huh.
Have you ever heard of | delusional behavior? Wish fulfillment? | Repressed needs? Oh, you mean | where you want something you don't want to admit to.
Exactly.
You really want to know | who your parents were, right? You need to know.
Now, I'm no shrink, but | I think what you've done is create this One Who Waits | in your mind.
I mean, you think he exists, | but he doesn't.
In fact, | you're absolutely convinced.
Now, this is tricky territory, Ed.
People who see things | that don't exist usually end up in Bellevue.
It's a special hospital for people | with severe mental illness.
Oh.
Loony bins.
Okay.
We're clear on this.
The important thing to remember | is that the mind, just like the body can usually heal itself.
You just have to stand back | and get a grip.
Gotcha.
Hey, Ed.
This doctor He thinks too much | that's his problem.
- He thinks I'm crazy.
| - What? Good-bye, Dr.
Fleischman.
- Bye, Ed.
Bye, Chief.
| - "Chief"? I mean, I'm starting to think | what we're dealing with here is shared delusional behavior.
It's been known to happen.
You put people together | in a dark and spooky house pretty soon they're all gonna start hearing | chains and seeing ghosts.
I mean, the politicians understand it.
The advertisers understand | it.
We're vulnerable.
We're capable of being | convinced of almost anything.
Have you heard one word | I just said, O'Connell? Every word, Fleischman.
| And? I think you've been reading too | many freshman psychology textbooks.
Oh, you do, | do you? My thoughts, lack | sufficient sophistication? Not enough intellectual pizzazz | for you, Miss O'Connell Nobel Prize-winning philosopher | and nuclear physicist? Give me a break.
You'd better be careful.
You're about to dismember | that beer bottle.
Do I detect | a certain smugness tonight? What do you mean? That smile of yours makes | the Mona Lisa look self-doubting.
What's going on? You're daydreaming.
I've never known you to have an | inner life.
What's the big secret? Nothing.
| Come on.
Come on.
Not that it's any business of yours | But? Well, I had a very interesting dinner | with Chris last night.
- "Interesting"? | - Yeah.
Define "interesting" Surprising, unexpected | Interesting.
Do I detect a note | of jealousy, Fleischman? Jealous? Me? Of what? Why would I be jealous? I was thinking more how Rick | might feel.
Remember him? Big guy with landing gear | for a brain? Why am I telling you this? | I don't have to tell you this.
I'm not going to tell you this.
But just for your information Chris happens to think | I'm beautiful.
Something funny | about that, Fleischman? Something very funny | about that, O'Connell.
Chris just made a pass at you because he thinks it's the only | way he can get his voice back.
Oh, now who's calling who | delusional? It's true.
Ask him.
There's some absurd | story going around that to get his voice back he has to sleep with the | most beautiful girl in town.
Well, there he is now.
The only man alive who can | pitch woo without talking.
You don't think I've got | what it takes to give a man his voice back? You don't think | I'm woman enough? Well, let me tell you | something, Fleischman.
I've had men faint on me, pass out cold.
I am not some flat-chested, | junior League Grosse Pointe wimp! Tomorrow night, | my place, 8:00.
He's not just gonna talk, Fleischman.
| He's gonna sing! Like Pavarotti! This is nice.
Almost warm.
| Yeah.
I fell in love here.
| Here? When it was a field.
| A long time ago.
I was about your age.
I'd just come back | from three days hunting.
Three days alone | with the trees.
I looked up, and I saw | this beautiful woman coming out of the woods | on a horse.
I recognized her.
She was one of | the young girls of the tribe.
But I never realized how | beautiful she was before.
She didn't see me.
| She thought she was alone.
She got off the horse and let the horse | wander around the field eating grass.
She just stood there | and watched it a smile on her face.
After a while, she got up | and clapped her hands and the horse come back to her, | and she got on and rode away | back into the woods.
What happened to her? | I married her.
We had kids.
Does this have anything | to do with my parents? No.
It's just something | I remembered.
I'm tired, Ed.
I think I'll go to sleep.
| Do you sleep? Not really.
| I just close my eyes and lie on my side.
Old habits are hard to break.
- You want me to turn off the fire? | - Leave it on.
I like it.
It keeps me in the mood.
You don't think she'll | actually go through with it, do you? Who knows? This problem's taken on | a whole new dimension.
I don't pretend to understand | the female mind but maybe she's doing this | for us.
Us? | Yeah.
The town.
We need Chris | on the radio.
She hasn't | got the guts.
Here he comes! Good luck, buddy.
! | I don't believe it.
He's shameless! Good luck, Chris.
You can do it.
Nah.
He won't go through with it.
| It's too public, too humiliating.
He'll back down.
He can't go through with it.
| Watch.
Or she won't answer the door.
She won't answer the door.
| She'll pretend she isn't there.
Oh, my God.
| This looks like Maggie the Cat.
I don't believe this.
! | He's going in.
! They're gonna do it! | They're gonna do it! Son, out here | in the wilderness a woman's got to do | what a woman's got to do.
Hey, Chris.
| How's it going? Ah, thanks.
That's nice.
Well, have a seat.
| Relax.
So I went ice fishing this morning | out on Lake Katilak.
Boy, the ice is thick.
It took me about half an | hour just to drill through.
Half the town | must be out there.
Animals.
Would you like a drink? Yes? No? Well Okay.
I guess | we should get started.
You don't have | to do this.
" I know.
But I want to.
Honest.
Really.
| I do.
For you, for the town, | for Fleischman.
Thanks.
I don't feel beautiful.
| I feel, ridiculous.
Okay, no more notes, Chris.
| No more notes.
No more notes.
Okay? All right, well, | here we go.
Ready? Okay.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, Chris.
| I can't do this.
Call me a wimp, call me a prude.
| I- I, uh God, I'd love to help you, | but I just I can't.
I can't.
Sorry.
No, no, no.
Wait.
I refuse to give him | the satisfaction.
Well, she's amoral.
That's all there is to | it.
She'll do anything.
How did I convince myself that she might actually have | a shred of moral decency? Come on, son.
| You're overreacting.
She's just doing her bit | to, pull our town together.
This isn't a civics class, Maurice.
| We're talking cheap thrills here.
The lowest of low.
| Brute jungle behavior.
Okay.
I can't sleep with you.
| Nothing personal.
But, we'll think of something.
| There's got to be a way.
All right.
You can't get your voice back | unless I give it to you, right? And I'm the only one | who can save you, right? Do you believe that? I'm going to give your voice | to you now.
Did you get your voice back? Wow.
Cheers? They're cheering? What is this, | an Olympic event? Ed.
Ed.
- I have to go now.
| - Go where? Back.
Oh.
Right.
But I still don't know | who my parents are.
I'm sorry, Ed.
I never had this kind of trouble | with a search before.
I wish I could have | been more helpful.
Oh, that's okay.
| You're just a spirit, not a god.
You did the best you could.
- I let you down.
| - Oh, no.
I feel better.
- You do? | - Oh, yeah.
I'm glad you came.
You've got friends, Ed.
| That's a lot.
You're gonna be all right.
Just remember to keep | your eyes on the road.
It will lead you | where you want to go.
So long, Ed.
Hi, Maurice.
| Shelly.
What's the matter? Shelly, do you remember | when I brought you up here from Dawson City? I sure do.
You swept me right off my feet into that big Cadillac | of yours, Maurice.
That was some day.
Yeah, I thought I was in | love, but I guess I wasn't.
Huh? Well, everybody feels pain | when they fall in love, Shelly.
I didn't feel any pain.
| I was happy.
I felt pain.
| You did? I had cramps, remember? I had to lie down in back | for practically the whole trip.
You kept stopping and getting me | more Maalox and Pepto-Bismol but it didn't help one bit.
It didn't, did it? I had a headache too.
| You did? Bad one? | Terrible.
By the time we got here I thought I was gonna have | some kind of brain seizure.
Why didn't you ever | tell me this before? Well, I didn't want to spoil | your good time, Maurice.
I have to get this stuff | out front before it gets cold.
Maybe I didn't get to you, Maurice, | but you sure got to me.
I was sick as a dog | half the time we were together.
After my recent brush | with voicelessness I thought I'd share with you a few thoughts about speech.
Don't take it lightly, my friends.
If music is the pathway to the heart, | as Voltaire suggested then speech is the pathway | to other people.
Live in silence, | and you live alone.
Hey, Chris.
| Hey.
Thought I'd drop by and see | how the old voice was doing.
- Oh, it's fine, thanks.
| - Good.
Good.
Medically speaking.
- Any requests? | - What? - You know.
| - Oh, no, no.
Thanks.
So | You got your voice back.
Yep.
Loud and clear.
All because you How was it? | Uh, she? Does she moan? Never mind.
Forget I asked.
| It's personal.
You're right.
Forget it.
| Okay.
She does, doesn't she? We all carry around | so much pain in our hearts love and pain and beauty.
They all seem to go together, | like one little tidy, confusing package.
It's a messy business, life.
| It's It's hard to figure.
| It's full of surprises.
Some good and some bad.
Anyway, Maggie, | if you're listening this one's for you.
# When I grow # Too old to dream # I'll have you # To remember Need any help? No, thanks.
I've just about | got it done.
Are you from around here? Not for a long time.
| I live in Fairbanks now.
That should do it.
| Thanks for stoppin'.
- Name's Smith.
| - Ed.
Good to meet you.
Ed.
Better zip up.
There's | another cold front comin'.
Smith? # When I grow # Too old to dream # Your love will live # In my heart # So kiss me # My sweet # And so # Let us part # And when I grow # Too old # To dream # Your love # Will live # In my heart
No, thank you.
Ruth-Anne just got some | new Spencer Tracy tapes in and I was kinda planning | on watching those tonight.
Quiet.
Are you getting | enough to eat up there? Oh, yeah.
Plenty.
Well, good night.
| Good night, Ed.
A lot of good people | feel just as I do.
We're not un-Christian monsters.
Well, if I'm right, | you're pretty close to it and so far I've proven my case.
Mr.
Hargraves, | when you got into trouble at 11 or 12 years of age you had your mother, | you had your father to put their arms around you to talk things over.
Can you imagine the fright | and the loneliness of a boy without that love and understanding? This poor kid, | in prison for life I want a home for them | where they can stay and where they can learn.
A town for boys | governed by boys.
It's worth a shot, | isn't it? This is Chris in the Morning | coming to you on K-Bear from Cicely, Alaska in the heart | of the borough of Arrowhead.
It's a beautiful day | in the 49th state crisp and clear, | invigorating, intoxicating.
You know, I had | a really weird dream last night.
I was working on an assembly line | with my first true love Leslie Ferguson and we were making | these mechanical frogs that could jump and | sing at the same time.
They say dreams are | the windows of the soul.
Take a peek, and you can see | the inner workings the nuts and bolts.
I don't understand the assembly line and the, frogs are | a little confusing but Leslie Ferguson rings | bright and true.
First love.
| We all have one somewhere.
Anyway, this | this one's for you, Leslie.
# She's so gay tonight | She's like spring tonight.
Hello? # She's a rollicking, | frolicking thing tonight # So disarming # Soft and charming | Hello? # Excuse me | She is not thinking of me # She's not.
Hey! | Excuse me.
I'm lost.
Hi.
I'm sorry | to bother you but how do I get | to Route 1? It's straight through town.
Are you all right? - Mmm.
| - So I go South? Are you sure you're all right? Well, thanks.
| Sorry to interrupt.
- Maurice Chevalier? | - Louis Jourdan.
Nice.
I like that.
Bye.
# Oh, she's simmering with love # Oh, she's shimmering with love B-7.
G-54.
N-36.
G-51.
Morning, Ed.
| Morning, Great Aunt.
B-3.
| Come to play a little bingo? No, Great Aunt.
| I-24.
Why do I play this game? I don't even like this game.
| O-68.
- Great Aunt? | - Yes, Ed? Can you tell me | who my parents were? - N-37.
| - We found you.
You know that.
Wrapped in a blanket.
A coat.
| A sealskin coat.
Coat, blanket So sue me.
| I-28.
Where, exactly? | Up by the meadow.
Down by the river.
| Light Feather found him.
It wasn't Light Feather.
| It was Wind Dancer.
I-13.
| Fast Cloud found you.
In the bushes | next to his cabin.
He told me himself.
| You believe Fast Cloud? Fast Cloud used to think | he was Joe DiMaggio.
He ordered a uniform from Sears | and used to go around town singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game Can you tell me | about my mother? I have blue eyes.
Your mother was a white woman.
A teacher in Skagway.
She wasn't a teacher.
| She was a missionary.
N-44.
| What about my father? Can't you tell me anything? | I mean, his name? - Smith.
| - Smith? Smith.
Smith.
| And Z-7.
Hi, Chris.
| What's your problem? Bad tooth? Sore throat? Oh, you lost your voice.
They put in extra parts | just to make you crazy.
I mean, what is this? Does this look like a tibia to you? No, it doesn't.
It looks like | the tailbone of the orangutan.
I mean, how many teeth | do you think this thing has? Thirty.
I counted.
What happened to 32? | We're supposed to have 32 teeth.
What, this guy went to the dentist | and then they sent him to me? What? What's the matter? You're sick.
| You have to throw up? No.
| He lost his voice.
You lost your voice? | How? You What? | You're Chest pains? You swallowed a chicken bone.
No, no, no.
You did | Tongue.
Choke.
What? You You You flew.
| You fell.
You fell down.
| You knocked your breath out.
Yes, that can happen.
| A good jolt to the coccyx A beautiful woman | took his voice away.
Yeah.
Sure.
Right.
What do you mean? What, she just reached in | and-and-and yanked it out with her bare hand? No? | She What? With her beauty.
Okay.
Thank you, Marilyn.
| Thank you very much.
I'll call you if I need you.
Which I won't, though, but thanks.
Chris.
Look.
You can lose your voice | if you stay up all night screaming.
You can lose your voice because | of an invasion of viral agents commonly known as laryngitis but you cannot You cannot | Sit down.
You cannot lose your voice | because you saw a beautiful woman.
Hold this.
Say, ahh Can't even manage | just a little squeak? That's kind of ironic, | don't you think? Deejay losing his voice? Ed.
Ed.
- Hello.
| - Who are you? They call me One Who Waits.
| I am a spirit.
A spirit, like a ghost? I prefer a spirit.
What are you doing here? | What do you want? I've been watching you.
I know that | you're struggling in pain.
I think I can help you.
I don't understand.
| Help me? You want to learn | about your parents, don't you? - You can do that? | - How hard can it be? This is an important day | for you, Ed.
A great search is one of | the most important events of a man's life.
Back in the old days two of our people led the white man | on a search for gold.
Found it, too, | as you may know.
We've always been good | at searching.
What? Our wedding grounds | used to be here.
So much has changed.
That's where we used to gather | before going out on a hunt.
We would sing songs | and prepare ourselves.
What's a Wash 'n Dry? That's a place | where you can wash your clothes in machines.
- And dry too? | - Uh-huh.
It's warm in there.
| You can do your clothes at night and they come out | much fluffier.
What? What is it? Is something here? | Something important? A tree.
- A special tree? | - No.
Just a tree.
Before we start, | I think it's a good idea we get you | something to eat.
It's important to begin a search | on a full stomach.
Good morning, Cicely.
| This is Holling Vincoeur.
As many of you know the voice you would | ordinarily be hearing Chris Stevens, | has lost his voice.
So, I'm here instead.
I I really should be helping I should be helping Shelly | with breakfast.
I mean, | this is our biggest meal.
I Will Will the beautiful girl in the red parka who pressed through Cic who passed through Cicely | yesterday please Please contact | the radio station.
You have inadvertently | taken something which does not belong to you.
You might like pancakes.
The scrambled eggs | are a little dry.
Sunny-side up's good.
How are the hamburgers? | Not bad.
What are the hamburgers? Meat.
| Kinda ground up and then they cook 'em | and serve 'em on buns.
Well, that's like bread.
| They're better with cheese.
- Mornin", Ed.
| - Hi, Shelly.
Usual? | Yes, please.
Cheeseburger? | Cheeseburger sounds good.
Fries? French fries.
Potatoes.
They're good with ketchup.
| Ed, who are you talking to? One Who Waits.
Oh.
She can't see you.
White people can be blind.
Why? Because I I'm | dead to them.
I put in a call | to the C.
D.
C.
in Atlanta but the phone was busy for an hour.
Can you believe that? | Atlanta, Georgia? Major metropolitan center, | I can't get through? You'd think Sherman | torched it yesterday.
I don't think losing | your voice is contagious but, you know, who knows? I might have to | quarantine you.
Hey, Ed.
No, wait! | What? Someone's sitting there.
| Okay.
Okay.
Take it easy.
This one's wobbly.
You | can't save seats, Ed.
You know that.
It's against | the rules.
Who's sitting here? Where is he? | In the john? He's right here.
- Who? | - One Who Waits.
- One who what's? | - Waits.
He's an Indian spirit, | like a ghost.
You can't see him | 'cause white men are blind and to you he's dead.
I heard about | your voice, Chris.
Sorry.
What happened? He lost his voice to beauty.
He lost his voice to beauty? It's a very old problem.
| Hold it.
H-Hold it.
Ed you're-you're talking | to an empty stool.
- This is not a good sign.
| - Here we go.
One for Ed and one for Ed's new | invisible friend.
Thank you.
You're both welcome.
All right.
I'm worried | about you, Ed.
I really am.
You're not acting in | a psychologically healthy way.
Go ahead.
Try it.
| It's really good.
I don't eat anymore.
| I just smell it.
Chris, do you want this? He doesn't like to eat anymore.
| He just likes to smell it.
I'm outta here.
Good-bye, Dr.
Fleischman.
It's not your fault you can't see him.
Tell your friend there's only one thing to do when you lose your voice to beauty.
What's that? He must find the most | beautiful girl in the village and capture her spirit.
He says you're supposed to find | the most beautiful girl in town and sleep with her if you want | to get your voice back.
Don't look at me.
| He said it.
This is, Holling Vincoeur | on K K-BHR.
Chris.
! You there? I hate to disturb your breakfast, | but I'm out of music.
What do I do now? Do you believe that all things | in nature are alive, Ed the sky, the trees, | the rocks? Oh, yes.
| Good.
Have you thought about | what you might say when we find your parents? I don't know.
Hi.
How are ya? I I guess | I'd like to know what happened, | why they left me.
This looks like a good spot.
I think we'll find | some answers here.
Let's ask.
Ask who? First I'll ask the wind.
Spirit of the wind who are Ed's parents? What's it saying? | Shh.
The wind doesn't know or the wind doesn't | want to tell us.
The wind can be stubborn.
There's no use | trying to force it.
We'll ask the water.
Yeah, let's ask the water.
What now? First we ask; | then we listen.
Tell us, spirit of the water who are Ed's parents? Well, what does the water say? We've got a little problem here.
I never was much good | at talking in front of people.
Course, talking to a microphone | isn't exactly public speaking.
But even though | I couldn't see them I could feel them out there, | listening.
People sitting in their cars, | gun shops sweat lodges all of them waiting | to hear your voice and getting mine.
Chris, you have a talent a real gift.
Well, at least | you used to, anyway.
Evening, Chris, Holling.
Pour me a tall one, will ya? | You got it.
That was pathetic | this morning, Chris.
I understand it was a pretty woman | that caused the damage.
Is that right? Yeah, she walked right in, | said hi and then, walked | right out with your voice.
Is that it? Well, take a sip of beer.
| It'll probably help some.
Here you go, Maurice.
Here's to your voice, son.
| May it come back soon.
If not, look for work.
She must've been | really something special? # Hey, baby | Don't you pass me by Tell me, Chris, do you know | the Arthurian legends? You know, King Arthur, | Sir Lancelot Sir Gawain, | Lady in the Lake? Well, there's a story in there | that reminds me of your predicament.
Seems Sir Gawain was riding | through the woods one day when he heard a lady's voice | calling for help.
Well, he spurred his steed forward | and galloped on until he saw a beautiful lady | standing in a meadow.
A vision.
Well, he was so enamored | of her that he let down his guard.
He got careless.
| Well, that was a mistake.
Because when | he moseyed up to her she turned into a sorceress, | a witch.
Put a spell on him.
Yeah.
| She took his courage, Chris.
The worst thing | that can happen to a man.
After that, Sir Gawain | would hightail it away from all the great battles.
The sight of a dragon | made him piss in his armor.
He was a disgrace.
All the Knights of the Round Table | laughed at him.
Even old Merlin was stumped.
After that, he just kind of | went to pieces.
But this is not | a sad story, Chris because it's got | a happy ending.
At the end, Sir Gawain | got his courage back.
You know how he did that? He went to bed | with a beautiful woman.
The next morning, | when he got up, presto.
His courage had returned.
Yeah.
Something to think about.
| Plan of action.
Better than sittin' around | feeling sorry for yourself.
A teakettle's better company | than you are, son.
Good luck to you.
Unbelievable day.
I had to fly down to Petersburg pick up some snowmobile | parts, and fly them to Yakutat.
So far, so good.
But halfway to Yakutat, | the crates shake open and suddenly I've got an airplane | that's listing like a wounded seagull.
By the way, I promised Maurice that I'd fix the radiator | at the station.
I'll do that tomorrow, okay? Chris.
Oh, right.
| Too bad about your voice.
It'll come back, though.
Chris, excuse me.
These were my dad's, | and they brought him luck.
I want you to have them.
Without your voice, | there's a hole in this community.
A big, black hole | right in the center of Cicely.
Where's Rick?" Oh, he had to fly a bunch | of oil guys up to Valdez.
They're trying to prove | the whole thing didn't happen.
Why? # Pretty lady in the pretty garden # Can't you stay # Pretty lady, we got leave # And we got paid today # Pretty lady with the flower # Give a lonely sailor | half an hour # Pretty lady, can you understand A word I say Don't go away? | Pretty lady You're the cleanest thing | I've seen all year Pretty lady, you're enough | to make me glad You know, sometimes | when you look back on a situation you realize it wasn't | all you thought it was.
A beautiful girl | walked into your life.
You fell in love.
| Or did you? Perhaps it was only | a childish infatuation.
Or maybe just a brief | moment of vanity.
Do you recognize | this place? I don't think so.
This is where you were | welcomed into the tribe.
There's an old saying | that if you come back to the place | where you became a man you will remember all those things | that you need to be happy.
I don't remember anything.
That saying never did | make sense to me.
But I thought | it was worth a try.
When the men of the tribe | brought you up here you were three years old.
Was there a dog? A dog? I don't know.
| There might have been a dog.
I remember | sitting in the sunshine and a dog sticking his nose | in my face.
I really liked that.
That could've been here.
Each man told you a story | of the tribe.
A history.
They didn't expect you | to remember everything.
They just wanted you | to hear the words.
And when they finished, | they picked you up and handed you man to man so that you would know | each one of them was your father.
Do you remember? Those are your stories.
And those men are your fathers.
Are we getting anywhere here? | Oh, yes.
Morning, Maurice.
I talked to a friend in New York.
A throat specialist | at Beth Zion.
Yeah? He said a shock to the system | can sometimes cause a person to lose his voice.
Is that right? You know, like your hair | suddenly turning white.
And he said usually | the voice comes back but not always.
Hmm.
| Whew! Oh! Been a few rare cases where victims have been rendered | permanently mute.
I mean, I don't think | we should tell Chris that.
Let me ask you | a question, Fleischman.
Sure.
When you first met Elaine, | did you feel any pain? - Pain? Physical pain? | - Yeah.
I Sort of.
There's a certain degree of anxiety.
Nervous stomach, | like someone stabbing me.
Pain, yes.
Definitely.
Did you know Einstein didn't think of his | theory of relativity? He felt it.
He was on a trolley | in Vienna or somewhere and all of a sudden | it hit him.
Bam! | His whole body.
He was excited, | but he felt sick too.
Nausea.
He had to get off that trolley | before he puked.
Yeah? Well, that's | an interesting story, Maurice.
When Holling | first saw Shelly he got a stiff neck.
I was sittin' right there.
He couldn't move his head | for two or three days.
Just seized up on him.
| What's the point, Maurice? Well, it seems that grand passions sometimes pack a A wallop.
Morning, Dr.
Fleischman.
| Hi.
Thanks, Shelly.
Warm-up, Maurice? Course, I wouldn't know about that.
Hi, Chris.
| Sorry I'm late.
Oh! Expecting someone | for dinner, huh? Me? Well, what about | the radiator? I'm honored and happy | to have you as my guest tonight.
" Well, that's really nice.
But you didn't have to fix me dinner.
I'd like the company.
You're one of my best | friends in Cicely and we've never even | had dinner together.
" I'll check out the radiator.
Sometimes they get kinda clogged up.
| Shouldn't be too hard to fix.
I'll probably just have to | bleed it a little.
Oh.
Well, that's usually | all it takes.
Oh, no.
| This doesn't look good.
You've got a rusty pipe.
| I'll have to get you a new one.
Please don't work.
Just relax | and let me take care of you.
" The heart becomes an object | if the brain only works It's Jung, right? | Krishnamurti.
Smells great.
Glazed carrots would be fine.
I love glazed carrots.
You don't have to stay | if you don't want to.
I won't take it personally.
" Are you kidding? I should fix | your radiator more often.
A toast to the most | beautiful girl in Cicely Mmm.
Champagne.
| What a treat.
Dr.
Fleischman, | you wanted to see me? How's, what's-his-name, | your invisible friend? One Who Waits.
| He's fine, thank you.
Can I ask how long | you've known him? A few days this time.
| This time"? Well, he's 256 years old.
We may have touched base | once or twice before.
Ed, can I be honest with you? Sure.
| Are we alone? Uh-huh.
Have you ever heard of | delusional behavior? Wish fulfillment? | Repressed needs? Oh, you mean | where you want something you don't want to admit to.
Exactly.
You really want to know | who your parents were, right? You need to know.
Now, I'm no shrink, but | I think what you've done is create this One Who Waits | in your mind.
I mean, you think he exists, | but he doesn't.
In fact, | you're absolutely convinced.
Now, this is tricky territory, Ed.
People who see things | that don't exist usually end up in Bellevue.
It's a special hospital for people | with severe mental illness.
Oh.
Loony bins.
Okay.
We're clear on this.
The important thing to remember | is that the mind, just like the body can usually heal itself.
You just have to stand back | and get a grip.
Gotcha.
Hey, Ed.
This doctor He thinks too much | that's his problem.
- He thinks I'm crazy.
| - What? Good-bye, Dr.
Fleischman.
- Bye, Ed.
Bye, Chief.
| - "Chief"? I mean, I'm starting to think | what we're dealing with here is shared delusional behavior.
It's been known to happen.
You put people together | in a dark and spooky house pretty soon they're all gonna start hearing | chains and seeing ghosts.
I mean, the politicians understand it.
The advertisers understand | it.
We're vulnerable.
We're capable of being | convinced of almost anything.
Have you heard one word | I just said, O'Connell? Every word, Fleischman.
| And? I think you've been reading too | many freshman psychology textbooks.
Oh, you do, | do you? My thoughts, lack | sufficient sophistication? Not enough intellectual pizzazz | for you, Miss O'Connell Nobel Prize-winning philosopher | and nuclear physicist? Give me a break.
You'd better be careful.
You're about to dismember | that beer bottle.
Do I detect | a certain smugness tonight? What do you mean? That smile of yours makes | the Mona Lisa look self-doubting.
What's going on? You're daydreaming.
I've never known you to have an | inner life.
What's the big secret? Nothing.
| Come on.
Come on.
Not that it's any business of yours | But? Well, I had a very interesting dinner | with Chris last night.
- "Interesting"? | - Yeah.
Define "interesting" Surprising, unexpected | Interesting.
Do I detect a note | of jealousy, Fleischman? Jealous? Me? Of what? Why would I be jealous? I was thinking more how Rick | might feel.
Remember him? Big guy with landing gear | for a brain? Why am I telling you this? | I don't have to tell you this.
I'm not going to tell you this.
But just for your information Chris happens to think | I'm beautiful.
Something funny | about that, Fleischman? Something very funny | about that, O'Connell.
Chris just made a pass at you because he thinks it's the only | way he can get his voice back.
Oh, now who's calling who | delusional? It's true.
Ask him.
There's some absurd | story going around that to get his voice back he has to sleep with the | most beautiful girl in town.
Well, there he is now.
The only man alive who can | pitch woo without talking.
You don't think I've got | what it takes to give a man his voice back? You don't think | I'm woman enough? Well, let me tell you | something, Fleischman.
I've had men faint on me, pass out cold.
I am not some flat-chested, | junior League Grosse Pointe wimp! Tomorrow night, | my place, 8:00.
He's not just gonna talk, Fleischman.
| He's gonna sing! Like Pavarotti! This is nice.
Almost warm.
| Yeah.
I fell in love here.
| Here? When it was a field.
| A long time ago.
I was about your age.
I'd just come back | from three days hunting.
Three days alone | with the trees.
I looked up, and I saw | this beautiful woman coming out of the woods | on a horse.
I recognized her.
She was one of | the young girls of the tribe.
But I never realized how | beautiful she was before.
She didn't see me.
| She thought she was alone.
She got off the horse and let the horse | wander around the field eating grass.
She just stood there | and watched it a smile on her face.
After a while, she got up | and clapped her hands and the horse come back to her, | and she got on and rode away | back into the woods.
What happened to her? | I married her.
We had kids.
Does this have anything | to do with my parents? No.
It's just something | I remembered.
I'm tired, Ed.
I think I'll go to sleep.
| Do you sleep? Not really.
| I just close my eyes and lie on my side.
Old habits are hard to break.
- You want me to turn off the fire? | - Leave it on.
I like it.
It keeps me in the mood.
You don't think she'll | actually go through with it, do you? Who knows? This problem's taken on | a whole new dimension.
I don't pretend to understand | the female mind but maybe she's doing this | for us.
Us? | Yeah.
The town.
We need Chris | on the radio.
She hasn't | got the guts.
Here he comes! Good luck, buddy.
! | I don't believe it.
He's shameless! Good luck, Chris.
You can do it.
Nah.
He won't go through with it.
| It's too public, too humiliating.
He'll back down.
He can't go through with it.
| Watch.
Or she won't answer the door.
She won't answer the door.
| She'll pretend she isn't there.
Oh, my God.
| This looks like Maggie the Cat.
I don't believe this.
! | He's going in.
! They're gonna do it! | They're gonna do it! Son, out here | in the wilderness a woman's got to do | what a woman's got to do.
Hey, Chris.
| How's it going? Ah, thanks.
That's nice.
Well, have a seat.
| Relax.
So I went ice fishing this morning | out on Lake Katilak.
Boy, the ice is thick.
It took me about half an | hour just to drill through.
Half the town | must be out there.
Animals.
Would you like a drink? Yes? No? Well Okay.
I guess | we should get started.
You don't have | to do this.
" I know.
But I want to.
Honest.
Really.
| I do.
For you, for the town, | for Fleischman.
Thanks.
I don't feel beautiful.
| I feel, ridiculous.
Okay, no more notes, Chris.
| No more notes.
No more notes.
Okay? All right, well, | here we go.
Ready? Okay.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, Chris.
| I can't do this.
Call me a wimp, call me a prude.
| I- I, uh God, I'd love to help you, | but I just I can't.
I can't.
Sorry.
No, no, no.
Wait.
I refuse to give him | the satisfaction.
Well, she's amoral.
That's all there is to | it.
She'll do anything.
How did I convince myself that she might actually have | a shred of moral decency? Come on, son.
| You're overreacting.
She's just doing her bit | to, pull our town together.
This isn't a civics class, Maurice.
| We're talking cheap thrills here.
The lowest of low.
| Brute jungle behavior.
Okay.
I can't sleep with you.
| Nothing personal.
But, we'll think of something.
| There's got to be a way.
All right.
You can't get your voice back | unless I give it to you, right? And I'm the only one | who can save you, right? Do you believe that? I'm going to give your voice | to you now.
Did you get your voice back? Wow.
Cheers? They're cheering? What is this, | an Olympic event? Ed.
Ed.
- I have to go now.
| - Go where? Back.
Oh.
Right.
But I still don't know | who my parents are.
I'm sorry, Ed.
I never had this kind of trouble | with a search before.
I wish I could have | been more helpful.
Oh, that's okay.
| You're just a spirit, not a god.
You did the best you could.
- I let you down.
| - Oh, no.
I feel better.
- You do? | - Oh, yeah.
I'm glad you came.
You've got friends, Ed.
| That's a lot.
You're gonna be all right.
Just remember to keep | your eyes on the road.
It will lead you | where you want to go.
So long, Ed.
Hi, Maurice.
| Shelly.
What's the matter? Shelly, do you remember | when I brought you up here from Dawson City? I sure do.
You swept me right off my feet into that big Cadillac | of yours, Maurice.
That was some day.
Yeah, I thought I was in | love, but I guess I wasn't.
Huh? Well, everybody feels pain | when they fall in love, Shelly.
I didn't feel any pain.
| I was happy.
I felt pain.
| You did? I had cramps, remember? I had to lie down in back | for practically the whole trip.
You kept stopping and getting me | more Maalox and Pepto-Bismol but it didn't help one bit.
It didn't, did it? I had a headache too.
| You did? Bad one? | Terrible.
By the time we got here I thought I was gonna have | some kind of brain seizure.
Why didn't you ever | tell me this before? Well, I didn't want to spoil | your good time, Maurice.
I have to get this stuff | out front before it gets cold.
Maybe I didn't get to you, Maurice, | but you sure got to me.
I was sick as a dog | half the time we were together.
After my recent brush | with voicelessness I thought I'd share with you a few thoughts about speech.
Don't take it lightly, my friends.
If music is the pathway to the heart, | as Voltaire suggested then speech is the pathway | to other people.
Live in silence, | and you live alone.
Hey, Chris.
| Hey.
Thought I'd drop by and see | how the old voice was doing.
- Oh, it's fine, thanks.
| - Good.
Good.
Medically speaking.
- Any requests? | - What? - You know.
| - Oh, no, no.
Thanks.
So | You got your voice back.
Yep.
Loud and clear.
All because you How was it? | Uh, she? Does she moan? Never mind.
Forget I asked.
| It's personal.
You're right.
Forget it.
| Okay.
She does, doesn't she? We all carry around | so much pain in our hearts love and pain and beauty.
They all seem to go together, | like one little tidy, confusing package.
It's a messy business, life.
| It's It's hard to figure.
| It's full of surprises.
Some good and some bad.
Anyway, Maggie, | if you're listening this one's for you.
# When I grow # Too old to dream # I'll have you # To remember Need any help? No, thanks.
I've just about | got it done.
Are you from around here? Not for a long time.
| I live in Fairbanks now.
That should do it.
| Thanks for stoppin'.
- Name's Smith.
| - Ed.
Good to meet you.
Ed.
Better zip up.
There's | another cold front comin'.
Smith? # When I grow # Too old to dream # Your love will live # In my heart # So kiss me # My sweet # And so # Let us part # And when I grow # Too old # To dream # Your love # Will live # In my heart