Northern Exposure s02e05 Episode Script

Why did I listen to you? | Why did I let you drag us out here? It's beautiful.
It's a jungle.
| There are tarantulas here.
Tropical diseases.
Did you ever | hear of elephantitis? Your leg swells up like | a-a telephone pole.
We didn't get shots.
We don't need shots, | Fleischman.
It's paradise.
Better cover your head.
I'll bet you these banana trees | are full of primates.
Fleischman, would you relax? - Yeah, a-ha! | - "A-ha" what? Well, a snake, O'Connell.
It's a snake there.
| Isn't it a cutie? You don't touch it.
| It could be poisonous.
Look! Apples! Mm! Pippin.
No, it's a Mclntosh.
Pippins are green.
| You want a bite? Not bad.
Interesting.
A red pippin.
| I've never actually - What? | - You're naked.
You're right.
What? Ohh! | You know usually I, I don't like | being naked in public.
I get self-critical.
Embarrassed.
| But I don't feel that way now.
- Do you? | - No.
Actually, I feel very very Mm.
# If we go # Go insane # We can all # Go together # In this wild # Wanton world # We can all break down # Forever That's a song we can all | relate to this time of year.
Spring's about to spring.
| Persephone's comin'back.
! And here in Cicely, | the ice is groaning.
About to break with that | exquisite and deafening roar.
It's a time for madness.
A time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us | can sing with unmitigated joy: "Oh, yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee!" Hey, Ruth-Anne.
| Good morning, Joel.
How are you? | just terrific.
Any mail for me? Well, let me see, | Doctor Fleischman.
Yeah.
Bills.
That's it? Th-That's all? I was expecting some, uh, catalogs? | Catalogs? Yeah.
Just Catalogs.
You know.
| Sharper Image, Plow & Hearth Lascivious Lingerie, or | Oh! I'm sorry.
Here's your lingerie magazine.
I was just leafing | through it.
Okay.
Thanks.
Oh, wait a minute.
Uh, you're using that for | onanistic purposes, huh? What? What kind of purposes? | Autoerotic.
Me? No.
Not at all.
| Absolutely not! I I was just gonna order | my mom a robe.
I think you need something | a little more exciting.
Exciting? | Here's a Playboy.
Eli Nute died a month before | his subscription expired.
Oh, no.
Really? "Women of Norway.
" | Yeah, well, I mean A lot of exceptional writers | contribute to Playboy.
There's Philip Roth | Norman Mailer, the late Raold Dahl An interview with Shintaro Ishihara? Don't worry, Dr.
Fleischman.
| It's that time of year.
Everybody's libido has run amok.
They rate the top ten | single malt scotches! Now, I I want to read this.
I think I've got something for you | a little racier, in the back room.
Wh Ruth-Anne! | It's all right.
Hi.
Hi.
| Hi! Just | pickin' up my mail.
Yeah, I was just | Hey, you're returning some tapes? - Yeah.
| - Yeah? Anything good? No.
Well, you know, Bambi, | Death in Venice.
Bambi? You know, I haven't | seen that in years.
It really gets to you, | the part where the the mother dies? Yeah.
| Here you go, Joel.
Short on kindling.
Thanks, Ruth-Anne.
| You're welcome.
All righty.
Bye.
| Bye-bye.
How'd you like | Beefcake Bingo? Message.
| Hey, what is that? Ice.
It's gonna break.
Wow! What? Damn shame, Joel.
I lived three months | on the Lower East Side, Maurice.
Avenue B, Alphabet City.
One of the roughest | neighborhoods in New York City.
- Nobody ever stole my radio.
| - Clear.
This is rural America.
| This is Alaska.
People come here to | get away from crime.
There isn't supposed | to be crime up here.
Son, don't get excited.
| It happens every year.
- What are you talking about? | - Well, it seems the meltdown causes some criminal insanity.
But it's only temporary.
| You're saying that someone got spring fever | so they stole my radio? Yeah.
Last year it was hair dryers.
Maurice.
This is not | the work of a person who can't differentiate | right from wrong.
This is the work of a common hoodlum.
| Now, I want to file a report.
- I want a police investigation.
| - You can't file a report.
I have my rights as a citizen, | as a taxpayer.
Joel, you can't file a report | because there's no policeman to file a report with.
What? What are you telling me? There's gotta be police, | or a sheriff.
A deputy! A Mountie! | Something, somewhere? Joel, aside from this | one annual deviation Cicely is crime-free.
A few petty thefts just don't justify the salary of a | full-time police officer.
You tolerate crime | because it's cost-effective? What about the principle? | What about the rule of law? It's more a question of balance.
You know, light versus dark? | Good versus evil? If you bring in cops, I guarantee | you're gonna get robbers.
Hey, don't get Zen on me.
| I have been violated.
Look, Joel, if it'll make you feel | any better, I'll loan you a radio.
Maurice, the only thing | that would make me feel better is a one-way ticket to New York City.
You get ripped off, you hit 911 | sooner or later, the cops show up! I mean, they may not do anything, | but at least they exist.
Excuse me.
| I need a spoon.
Say that again.
Never mind.
Poor Holling.
Nobody | wants to take him on this year.
Guess they don't want | to end up like Fritz Hyman.
He ever get that pin | taken out of his jaw? It's permanent.
Boy.
Holling sure is cute | when he's out to kick butt.
I'd like to jump his bones, | but I've got this thing.
What thing? Hi, Ed.
Somebody stole | Dr.
Fleischman's radio.
White people.
| They get crazy.
One year it's hair dryers.
| The next it's radios.
Say, do you think | there's a connection there? Nah.
You can't listen to the radio | while you're drying your hair.
- It's too noisy.
- I saw a Charlie Chan | movie.
Warner Oland? People were mysteriously dying | at this nightclub.
Number One Son didn't think | there was a connection.
But Mr.
Chan knew better.
You ordered milk? | Yeah, thanks, Holling.
Guess I'll be gettin' back to work.
just a second.
Thanks.
# Love, it is so powerful, huh # It's simply unavoidable # Whoa, whoa # The trend is irreversible # The woman is invincible # She's a natural law | And she leaves me in awe # She deserves the applause | I surrender because # She used to look good to me | But now I find her # Simply irresistible # Simply irresistible - # Simply irresi | - She's so fine # There's no tellin' | where the money we We want you.
| We want you bad.
Wow, oh | Don't even think about it.
- Why not? | - Because this is a dream.
All the better.
| No repercussions.
No, you don't understand.
I have never consummated | an erotic dream in my life.
Even when I was going through puberty, | something always woke me up.
Always.
| That won't happen this time.
It won't? | We promise.
Okay! Okay! We'll do like | an eclectic group thing, you know? Something with, | maybe a Roman motif? Togas? | Yeah! What's that? - What? | - That ping.
That little ping coming in | from outside my dream.
I don't hear any ping.
That was just a test, you're right.
| There's no ping.
- So? Now what? | - Let's do it! Here? Now? In the middle of my subconscious, | with all the lights on? You're shy.
| No, I'm just extremely self-conscious.
Yeah, if I could just get my pupils | to dilate.
Where are you? You would think the consummating | of an incredible erotic dream would give a person some pleasure.
At least some satisfaction.
| just some relief.
Shelly? | This steak is ridiculously rare.
- Oh.
Sorry.
| - Hey, you're reading a book! I know.
I can't help it.
I'd rather be cleaning the grill, | or filling ketchup bottles, but - I just can't help it.
| - D.
H.
Lawrence? The Rainbow? We usually keep it under | the leg of the kitchen table.
You know, so the table doesn't wobble? All of a sudden, I've got | this craving to read it.
Yeah? Any good? | I don't know.
I mean, there's just so many words.
Listen: "Inarticulate "he moved with her at the marsh | in violent, gloomy, wordless passion "almost in hatred of her "till gradually, she | became aware of him "aware of herself | with regard to him.
"Her blood stirred to life, | she began to open towards him "to flow towards him again.
"He waited till the spell was | between them again till they were together within | one, rushing, hastening flame.
" What's that all about? | Uh, sex.
- It is? | - Yeah.
"Rushing, hastening flame"? | He's writing about sex.
All right, listen up.
! And listen good.
! Hey! I'm talkin' to you back there.
Some scum-sucking, | chicken-dung sneak thief just made the worst | mistake of his life! That son of a bitch had the audacity to invade the sanctity of my home.
! And walk off with my | Fisher CD boom box.
! Yeah.
Shoe's on the other foot | now, eh, Maurice? Now you hold your tongue | there, Fleischman! All right, here's the deal: I'll be out of my office | for two-and-a-half hours.
When I return, | at exactly 1100 hours I expect that boom box | to be on my desk.
You got that? - Hi, Dr.
Fleischman.
| - Ed! Ed.
We've been through this.
The knocking? The knocking | you were supposed to do before you enter my office? I just wanna ask you | a couple questions.
- Questions? What kinda questions? | - Your radio that was stolen.
Was that German or Japanese? Ed, I have other things | on my mind right now.
Japanese? I don't know.
I guess.
| Probably.
I don't know.
Surmanpow's was a Blaupunkt.
| That's German.
Ed, uh, I'm busy here.
| just one more thing.
The tape deck.
| Was that automatic reverse? Really, Ed.
I don't have time for this.
You seem a little bit upset, | Dr.
Fleischman.
Perhaps my questions have | touched a sensitive nerve.
Yeah.
I'm upset.
You want to know why, Ed? I'll tell you.
As a physician, | I realize that sexual release is not crucial to human survival | say, like water or oxygen but when a healthy, 28-year-old male | is deprived of that release he has an awful hard time | enjoying his survival.
It's the meltdown.
I admit, I have been | unusually preoccupied even obsessed with carnal desires but let me suggest the primary | cause is not this meltdown.
The fact that I have been stuck in this godforsaken | place for 10 months and in this time I have not once | not once, not one time had intimate relations | with the opposite sex.
Ohh.
Yeah, "Ohh.
" - Well, if you'd like, I can help.
| - Help? What? You have a secret pool of women? | Your own private stockpile? - I know a girl.
| - A girl? Yeah.
| No, that's okay, Ed.
That's very nice of you.
| Very nice, but no thanks.
She's pretty.
| Yeah, I'm sure she is.
Really.
I'm sure she's very | attractive, beautiful.
But I can find my own girls.
Okay? Thanks anyways.
| Okay.
Bye, Dr.
Fleischman.
"But Max stepped into his private boat | and waved good-bye.
"And sailed back over a year | and in and out of weeks "and through a day.
"And into the night | of his very own room "where he found his supper | waiting for him.
And it was still hot.
" Thank you, Mr.
Sendak.
| Thank you for reminding us that we should never ever lose touch with that wild | and untamable spirit within us all.
You know, mayhem's gotten a bad rap, | and chaosis taking it on the chin in these pathologically | normal and rational times.
Even up here in Alaska, we're turning | our back on the beast.
We've opted for the zoo, | where the lion can't eat you instead of the jungle, where he can.
Quelle dommage.
| What a drag.
Come in.
! - Maurice Minnifield? | - Yes? Sergeant Semanski.
| Well, how 'bout that? I drove in from Sourdough.
| 500 miles.
Much obliged.
Pulled me off a 905-R.
| Rabies suspect.
Brown bear.
They lost it in a trailer park.
| No kiddin'.
Pulled me off for this: - Stolen radio? - Well, actually, | there was more than one.
I don't believe in giving anyone | any preferential treatment no matter who they know.
I don't like it | when people pull strings.
Well, I didn't pull any strings.
| Maybe tugged 'em a little bit.
I'll need to ask you some questions.
| Sure.
Anything.
Oh, but I would like to say one thing.
No matter how it happened, | I'm glad you're here.
The people of Cicely will sleep a lot | better knowing you're on the case.
# Everybody got to live # And nobody got to die Holling, I asked for C&C.
| This is gin.
So? I'll drink it.
No, no, come on, now.
| You ordered C&C.
You oughta get C&C.
Get mad! Start somethin'! I'm fine.
| You're my last chance, Steve.
You don't understand.
| All year long I go without so much | as hurtin' a housefly.
But just this once.
| just this one time I need to cause some pain.
I need to feel my fist smashing into a mouthful of teeth.
I need to hurt somebody.
I would like to help you out, | Holling, I would, but I got a $500 deductible | on my medical insurance.
Maggie.
! Shelly, hi! | Hi.
What'd you make? Lasagna.
| Mm.
Yummy.
I made lasagna too.
So'd Ruth-Anne.
| So'd Gary.
So'd Chris.
- Do you have a knife? | - Yeah.
I don't believe it, Fleischman.
| You cooked something.
Yup.
Jell-O.
| You really put yourself out.
Hey.
| A lot of people like Jell-O.
Besides, it's the only alternative | to all that lasagna out there.
Besides, what'd you cook? Tuna casserole.
| What are you doing? Putting bananas into the Jell-O.
| What does it look like I'm doing? Well, Fleischman, usually you | put the bananas in the Jell-O before it gets hard.
Oh, excuse me.
You have | the Jell-O regulation book.
I've been lookin' everywhere.
Fleischman, can't you | take a little criticism? How did you ever | get through med school? That question | is so ridiculous.
So stupid.
Maybe you're getting | too much radiation in that airplane.
Maybe your brain is fermenting.
| Fine.
Just give me the knife.
I'm using it! My God.
What happened? | What just happened? I don't know.
We kissed.
We kissed! Actually, we necked.
| Definitely necked.
Okay, okay.
But how? Why? | I don't know.
I don't know.
Was it me? Did I start it? | Did I? No, no.
It could have been me.
| It might have been me.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
| No, no.
I'm sorry.
It's a terrible thing.
Oh, it's terrible! It's unforgivable.
Awful.
| Unconscionable.
It's nothing we can't handle.
You're right, you're right.
| We're two mature adults.
We'll just talk it through.
There you go.
| We're gonna talk it through.
Right.
Look, it's very simple.
| It's really very simple.
- You need a woman.
| - Yeah, right.
And you need a man.
- I got a man.
I got Rick.
| - Oh, there you go! Okay.
So you just get a woman.
| That's good.
I'm just gonna get a woman.
That's what I'm gonna do.
| All right.
Then it's settled? It's settled.
Good.
| Okay, good.
Here we go.
Tea for two.
This'll take the edge | off the weather.
Any sign of forced entry? Not that I know of.
| Sugar? You always keep these windows | unlocked, Mr.
Minnifield? Well, there's not much call | for security around here.
Oh, that is, until recently.
Uh, look.
Why don't you | call me Maurice? And, uh, Sergeant Semanski's | an awful mouthful.
What's your first name? Officer.
| Okay, Officer.
Tea.
No sugar.
This is, "Djarling.
" Nice aroma, plenty of | body.
Care for a cookie? Have you noticed any strange | vehicles on or near the property? You know, you are | a dedicated police officer.
That's a rare attribute these days, | sad to say.
What'd you do before you got into | the law enforcement racket? I was in the air force.
| Ah! A fellow flyboy! Air traffic control.
| I was an astronaut, myself.
Of course, I guess | you already knew that.
What's in there? Oh, that's the gym.
Outstanding.
! There's | nothin' like free weights.
just you and the pain.
| You wanna give 'em a try? Well, I'm on duty.
Go ahead.
Nothin' like pumpin' | a little iron to clear the cobwebs.
Well, it's Against regulations.
Oh, come on.
- Well | - Yeah, that's the ticket.
What do you want, 120? 130? | Two-twenty.
Really? All right, I'll spot for ya.
Ed.
I'm startin' to have | some second thoughts.
I mean, when I spoke to you, | it was a moment of desperation.
Since then, I've had time | to reflect.
To reconsider.
It's just a date.
Hi, Betty.
She doesn't speak English? You didn't tell me that.
| Why didn't you tell me that? Dr.
Fleischman.
| Dr.
Fleischman, this is Betty.
Hi! Hi, Have a seat.
It's unbelievable.
Incredible.
! | What? "What"? Come on.
Doesn't | she remind you of somebody? Demi Moore.
No.
Maggie.
Not really.
Root beer? | Sure.
She looks exactly like Maggie.
| Exactly.
Did you see the lower lip? | The green eyes? Ice? Why not? Thanks.
You know, I admit, | I had my doubts.
Grave concerns.
But I gotta hand it to you.
| There are real possibilities here.
Mm.
It's delicious.
Very good.
You seem like a very caring person.
Very sensitive.
Sensitive.
| Sensitive? Ed, tell her what I just said.
I'm not getting a whole lot | of feedback here.
I'll check it out.
It's a pass, Dr.
Fleischman.
Don't you think that's enough? Two more reps! | One! - Just don't want you to pull anything.
| - Two! My! Oh, that was good! Look, why don't you just relax, | put your feet up, get your breath and I'll go fix us some lunch.
| No, thanks.
It's no problem.
I can whip up | some chicken-fried steak and potatoes au gratin I'm gonna dust for prints.
| Forget about the radio.
After lunch, I'll take you down | and show you the pond! Mr.
Minnifield, I was | sent here at your request.
I have a job to do.
There's a full foot of ice on that | pond.
It's perfect for skating.
I'm gonna start with the windows.
Have you noticed | anyone acting differently? Differently.
You mean, like someone | flashing a big wad popping for drinks, | trying to buy a new car? - Something like that.
| - No.
Better tell the truth.
This lady can mop up | the floor with you.
Has anyone approached you about | buying a radio? You mean, someone trying | to fence hot property? No.
Who are you? Oh, I'm Ed Chigliak.
I'm trying | to crack this case, too.
Mr.
Chigliak | leave this to the professionals? This gal can curl | 85 pounds with each arm.
She's modest.
She doesn't | want to blow her own horn.
But she's the state police | All-Division boxing champion.
- How's that? | - Three years running.
Is that the truth? - May I ask you something, Officer? | - Shoot.
Would you fight me? | Holling.
I wouldn't do that.
| This is a powerhouse.
I need to fight somebody.
And | so far, I haven't found any takers.
Sure.
I'll fight ya.
Thank you.
You send these out? Aw, it's a damn shame.
Look at this double crease | they pressed in here.
No excuse for it either.
| Not with nice, heavy twill like this.
Look here.
You could | cut a steak with this crease.
You don't have to do that.
| Oh, no.
I'm enjoying it.
Besides, think how | refreshing it'll be to slip into a nice freshly pressed uniform | after your bout.
One forty-six.
| Right in the middle of my zone.
Are you sure you haven't | bitten off more than you can chew? Holling's got a long reach, | and he's also got a mean right jab.
I've kayoed guys on the force | a lot bigger and faster than him.
I just bet you have.
You know, Barbara when that thief stole into my house and took my property, | I felt personally violated.
You see I've always been a pilot.
Not only in the physical sense but in the metaphysical, | spiritual sense as well.
I've always lived my life | as if I were on one long sortie.
With me, and only me, | always in control.
But suddenly I've got this need to take a back seat and turn the controls | over to you, Barbara.
You make me feel safe.
I'll get you another one.
Marilyn says you don't have | a patient for another hour.
You know, Fleischman, we've just | been postponing the inevitable.
The way to catch a criminal | is to think like one.
Dr.
Fleischman? Dr.
Fleischman? I thought you'd like to know | I'm zeroing in on the radio thief.
Count on it, Ed.
He's hocked | my particular radio in some pawnshop in Anchorage.
Here are my findings: all units stolen were equipped | with automatic fine tune.
Except for two.
| One radio had a hyper-bass mode and all but one | were of Japanese manufacture.
Don't you see it? | What? - The pattern.
| - It sounds pretty random.
Right! Now.
Look at this.
Each flag represents | a locale of a radio theft.
Well, th-they look | kinda scattered around.
Scattered at random.
It's a random pattern.
| That's the pattern.
I'll keep you posted.
Hey, Ed? I mean, not that it | makes any difference and not that I believe that these things have any | measurable effect on the psyche But when is the ice gonna crack? Soon.
Soon? Very soon.
Any chance we can get this thing | started before Tuesday? Ready when you are.
Watch his right, get in first, | and don't lay up.
Okay, Shelly.
| Let's do it.
Cover up! Come on, Semanski.
| Gimme your best shot.
! - Oh! Honey! | - That's it.
That's it.
Honey! Good combination! Break it up, break it up.
Break it apart, break it apart.
- Is this it? | - Hey! Here it is.
Is this it? The ice is breaking! Okay.
Let's go.
Come on! Raise your gloves.
You're leavin' yourself wide open.
| I'm not gonna fight a woman! Holling! Holling, Holling, Holling.
! | Talk to me, honey.
! Holling, can you hear me? Oh, yeah.
| Is he all right? - Whoo! | - Holling, what's your last name? Come on, Holling.
Holling.
| Count to ten for me.
Boy, she really clocked him.
| Come on.
One Holling? Glass jaw.
Well, spring sprang.
We've had our state of grace, and | our little gift of sanctioned madness.
courtesy of Mother Nature.
Thanks, Gaea.
| Much obliged.
I guess it's time to get back | to that daily routine of living we like to call "normal," but before things get too normal a little reminder to those | people of the male persuasion.
Cicely's annual running of the bulls | commences first thing tomorrow morning.
Guess that's about it for tonight so sleep tight, don't | let the polar bears bite.
And I'll talk to you real soon.
- Ya figured it out.
| - I had a hunch.
So I went to your trailer.
Ruth-Anne's electric toothbrush.
| Meltdown '88.
Yeah, the eclectic year.
Know what the connective thread was? They all had to be | electric appliances and had to be essentially useless.
All right.
| What made you think it was me? I found this in the back | of Dr.
Fleischman's truck.
A pencil? Ticonderoga #2.
Ticonderoga two's the | most common pencil there is.
Note the tooth marks.
I've seen you | chew on your pencil many times.
- Everybody chews on their pencil.
- Also, the angle | the eraser was used Oh Ed, come on.
Gimme a break.
You found out I stole all that stuff | from an eraser on a pencil.
And I saw you | taking the tape deck out of Gary McClennan's | flatbed during the fight.
You saw that.
Hyper-bass.
Real nice.
- All right.
Now what? | - Now what, what? Well, you caught me red-handed.
There's the goods.
| What are you gonna do? I don't know.
I never thought | about it that far ahead.
Well, just tell me why you did it.
Wildness, Ed.
Wildness! We're runnin' out of it, man.
| Even up here in Alaska.
People need to be reminded that | the world is unsafe and unpredictable.
And that, at the drop of a hat they could lose everything, man | just like that.
You couldn't predict that.
| I do it to remind them that Chaos is out there and he's lurking beyond the horizon.
That's why.
Well, that, and | sometimes, Ed sometimes you just gotta | do something bad.
just to know you're alive.
I gotta hand it to you, Barbara.
| You got quite a wallop there.
How's the hand? | Better.
Good job on the uniform.
| Oh, that's nothing.
You sure I can't persuade you | to stay overnight witness what our little community likes to call "The | Running of the Bulls"? - I don't think so.
| - Oh, no impropriety implied.
There's a guest room upstairs.
Lots of privacy.
Lock on the door.
- I'm expected back.
| - Husband? No.
| Boyfriend? Two black point German | Shepherds that'll eat the stuffing out of the couch if I don't get back there | and put out some kibble.
Nice dogs, shepherds.
Now, listen.
There's this, | little dinner theater down your way.
It's a cozy little place, | got a nice wine cellar Di Contini's.
| Yeah, that's the place.
Yeah.
We had their liquor license | on a six-month suspension last year.
Serving minors without I.
D.
Uh, well, what I was getting at is I thought next time | I was down your way, uh I could take you there.
| We could order up a nice Delmonico, catch the show.
If we locate your property, | I'll be in touch.
Barbara Look.
| What I'm trying to say is that I would like to see you again, | on a nonprofessional basis.
Lemme give it to you straight.
I could never respect a man | who did my ironing.
No! No, that wasn't me.
That wasn't the real me.
| It was that damned ice thing.
Look, I am not a pantywaist new man.
I had 15 confirmed kills over Pusan.
What I'm trying to say, | Barbara, is that I feel a great affection, | a great respect admiration | and attraction toward you.
I gotta get going.
Lock those windows.
Listen, I gotta talk to you.
| Barge right in, Fleischman.
- Is he here? | - No.
No, no, he's not here.
Okay.
Look.
| Ooh, can I have this? - Help yourself.
| - Okay.
Look.
Certain things were | put in motion last night and I'm not layin' blame.
We've been through this before | about who started what and who did what to whom, | and I agree, it was an accident.
But it's got to stop! | I- It's interfering with my life! What is? You! I can't stop thinking | about you! I mean, it's not you per se, | but it's your body.
Your neck, your shoulders, sex - I keep seeing that look in your face! | - What look? The one when we were in the kitchen | we were bouncing off the walls? I'm with I'm with a patient, | I see your thigh.
! I'm driving to work, | I want your toes in my mouth! You told me it was gonna stop | when the ice broke.
It was supposed to.
- Great! | - Look, Fleischman you're not the only one.
I'm not even safe in my own bedroom | anymore.
You invaded my dreams! - Yeah? | - Yeah! I mean, we're in the kitchen.
Only this time we | can't control ourselves.
I'm rippin' your clothes off, | and you're takin' my clothes off Really? and you got me up against the wall, | and you just keep goin'.
And I want it! | And I'm begging for it! And you keep on going | and going, and going, until Yeah? I mean, you just go on | and on, and on, until Yeah? Until You know! | Yeah? Yeah? You know! | I do! I do! Well.
I guess we cleared the air.
| Yeah.
That was Good.
That was helpful.
Phew! | May I? Oh.
Hey! You don't smoke.
| You hate smoking! You always get onto me | when I when I light up.
I smoke sometimes.
Especially after a good | conversation.
Good mornin'.
| Salud.
Hey! | Hey, everybody.
Hey, Holling.
| How ya doin', Joel? Okay.
How are you doing? | Maurice? Joel.
You ready for your | first running of the bulls? Yeah, I did the New York City Marathon.
I got all the way over to Greenpoint | Avenue before I passed out.
Well, gentlemen, it's almost time.
| Joel, you better have a shot of brandy.
No, I consider booze contradictory | before a run, Maurice.
Suit yourself.
Whoo! Wait a minute.
Whoa! | What are you doing? - Disrobing, son.
| - What? Why? You see, Joel, in this particular race the men of Cicely run in the buff.
- No.
| - Cicelian tradition, Joel.
What, you're gonna | You're gonna run out that door down Main Street out to Highway 1, | in front of God and everybody? In near-freezing temperatures, | with absolutely nothing on? Tha-at's right! - No.
| - Warms up once you get goin'.
Right, fellas? Yeah.
! | Let's go! What the hell.
# If we go # Go insane # We can all # Go together # In this wild # Wanton world # We can all break down # Forever