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{y:i}In other parts of the world,
{y:i}young men leave home|{y:i}and travel far and wide...
{y:i}in search of a promising future.
{y:i}Their journeys are often fuelled|{y:i}by dreams of triumphing over evil,
{y:i}finding a great love...
{y:i}or the hope of fortunes|{y:i}easily made.
{y:i}Here in St. Cloud's, not even|{y:i}the decision to get off|{y:i}the train is easily made,
{y:i}for it requires an earlier,|{y:i}more difficult decision...
{y:i}add a child to your life|{y:i}or leave one behind.
{y:i}The only reason people journey here|{y:i}is for the orphanage.
- Good morning.|{y:i}- We have an appointment.
Yes. Come in.|Welcome to St. Cloud's.
We're going right upstairs|to see Dr Larch.
{y:i}I came as a physician|{y:i}to the abandoned children...
{y:i}and unhappily pregnant women.
{y:i}I had hoped to become a hero.
{y:i}But in St. Cloud's,|{y:i}there was no such position.
{y:i}In the lonely, sordid world|{y:i}of lost children,
{y:i}there were no heroes|{y:i}to be found.
{y:i}And so I became the caretaker|{y:i}of many,
{y:i}father of none.
{y:i}Well, in a way,|{y:i}there was one.
Here he is.
{y:i}His name|{y:i}was Homer Wells.
I named him after|the Greek writer.
You know, Homer, of course?
{y:i}And I made his name Wells|{y:i}because I could tell he was...
very deep.
{y:i}In truth,|{y:i}Nurse Angela named him.
{y:i}Her father drilled wells, and she once|{y:i}owned a cat named Homer.
Bye-bye, Homer.
{y:i}- Good night,|{y:i}you Princes of Maine,|- Can we see the doctor?
You Kings of New England.
- Good night.|{y:i}- Doctor?
Doctor?|There's something wrong with him.
- He never makes a sound.|{y:i}- He didn't cry.
{y:i}Orphan babies learn|{y:i}there's no point in it.
Do you think we could have a look|at someone a little different?
{y:i}Thus was Homer Wells returned.|{y:i}He was too happy a baby.
{y:i}- Bye, Homer.
{y:i}The second|{y:i}family to adopt him had a gift|{y:i}for getting sounds out of Homer.
{y:i}- They beat him.
{y:i}He couldn't stop crying.
Shh, shh.|Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay now.
Nobody's gonna hurt you|any more.
{y:i}Here in St.|{y:i}Cloud's, I try to consider with|{y:i}each rule I make or break...
{y:i}that my first priority|{y:i}is an orphan's future.
{y:i}Twice adopted,|{y:i}twice returned.
{y:i}It didn't bode well.
{y:i}And yet it was always clear to|{y:i}me that he was a special boy.
- Near the angle of the rib. And...
{y:i}- It was with|{y:i}Homer's future in mind...|- Homer?
{y:i}- That I began his tutorials.|- If you're going to stay at St. Cloud's,
I expect you to be of use.
{y:i}I admit|{y:i}that our lessons were, in part,
{y:i}- the simple expression|{y:i}of a father's love.|- Homer.
{y:i}But in failing to|{y:i}withhold love...
{y:i}and making the orphanage|{y:i}his home,
{y:i}had I created a true|{y:i}and everlasting orphan?
- No!|- Keep breathing. You're gonna be okay.
{y:i}And so my|{y:i}excellent pupil learned to look|{y:i}after abandoned children...
{y:i}- and to deliver unwanted babies.|- Relax!
{y:i}Long ago, I had decided|{y:i}that sometimes...
{y:i}it was the women|{y:i}who needed to be delivered.
{y:i}I chose my own path.
{y:i}No one would ever choose|{y:i}for Homer Wells.
## I saw the splendour of the moonlight #
# On Honolulu Bay #
# There's something tender|in the moonlight #
# On Honolulu Bay #
{y:i}# And all the beaches|{y:i}are full of peaches #
# Who bring their youth along #
# And in the glimmer|of the moonlight #
{y:i}# They love to sing|{y:i}this song #
{y:i}# If you like|{y:i}the Ukulele Lady #
{y:i}- # Ukulele Lady like you ##|- Dr Larch!
Dr Larch!
{y:i}Dr Larch?
We have two new patients.
- One to deliver.|- Coming.
- First pregnancy?|{y:i}- Yes, for both.
I presume you'd prefer|handling the delivery?
All I said was,|I don't wanna perform abortions.
I have no argument|with you performing them.
You know how to help these women.|How can you not feel obligated...
to help them when they can't|get help anywhere else?
One: It's illegal. Two: I didn't ask|how to do it. You just showed me.
What else could I have shown|you, Homer? The only thing|I can teach you is what I know.
In any life,|you have to be of use.
Of use? Of use.
That was good, Carla. That was perfect.|Everything's gonna be fine.
- I don't wanna see it.|- You don't have to see it, dear.|Don't worry.
I don't even wanna know|what sex it is, so don't tell me!
- We won't tell you.|You're gonna be okay.|- Your baby's gonna be okay too.
- I don't wanna know!|- That's a big boy.
Let me see him.
I wanna see him.
- Would you mind joining me|in the nursery?|- Okay.
Wilbur, the adopting couple|is waiting in your office.
Life is waiting.|Let 'em wait.
Where's the name sheet?
Uh, nobody's named|this one yet.
Oh, it's my turn. Henceforth,|you shall be Little Dorrit.
- Oh.
{y:i}No, you don't like that,|{y:i}do you?
He's a boy, that's why.
Can't a boy be a Dorrit?
- I don't think so.|- You do it.
Henceforth,|you shall be Little Wilbur.
I'm not crazy about|the "Little".
Okay, just Wilbur then.
We haven't had a Wilbur in a year or so,|have we? We used to have dozens.
He sniffs that ether.|I've seen him do it.
It's because he's too tired|to sleep. He has to.
He smells like he could|put you to sleep.
He's a doctor, Buster.|Doctors smell like ether.
- You're a doctor, Homer.|You don't smell like ether.|- I'm not a doctor.
I haven't been to medical school.|I haven't even been to high school.
- But you've studied|with the old man for years.|- I'm not a doctor.
I'm sorry, Homer.
{y:i}## I saw the splendour|{y:i}of the moonlight #
- # On Honolulu Bay ##
{y:i}Fuzzy is not uncommon.
There's something about the premature|babies of alcoholic mothers.
They seem to be susceptible to every|damn thing that comes along.
- I haven't read that.
I haven't either,|but you will.
Those morons who write the books|ought to do some research here.
Isn't Fuzzy just|underdeveloped?
{y:i}When doesn't|{y:i}he have bronchitis?
I wouldn't call his bronchial|infection underdeveloped, would you?
- Come on, Fuzz.
- Here we go. Feet up.
There you are.
{y:i}- What's going on here?|- Sit up straight.
{y:i}- Wilbur? Wilbur, can you|{y:i}come out here, please?
There you go.
- Hi, Homer.|- Hey. What is it, Mary Agnes?
{y:i}Now calm down.
- What is it?|- Look.
Oh. Uh, did you bite it?
- Did you bite your tongue?|- I don't remember.
Uh, yeah. That looks like you bit it.|You'll be fine.
Well, maybe I was kissing|someone and he bit me.
Oh, I think you bit it. Maybe|in your sleep. Story time, Fuzzy.
O Lord, support us|all the day long...
until the shadows lengthen|and the evening comes...
and the busy world is hushed|and the fever of life is over...
and our work is done.
{y:i}Then in Thy mercy,
{y:i}- grant us a safe lodging|{y:i}and a holy rest...
And peace at the last.
- Amen.|- Amen.
{y:i}"A dog, which had lain|{y:i}concealed till now...
{y:i}ran backwards and forwards|{y:i}on the parapet...
with a dismal howl."
"And collecting himself|for a spring,
jumped for|the dead man's shoulders."
"Missing his aim,|he fell into a ditch...
turning completely over|as he went...
{y:i}and striking his head|{y:i}against the stone,
dashed out his brains."
{y:i}- And that...
{y:i}- Is the end of the chapter.
That's it till tomorrow.
Good night,|you Princes of Maine,
you Kings of New England.
{y:i}Good night,|{y:i}Princes of Maine, Kings of New England.
John, you all right?
Why does Dr Larch|say that every night?
- Maybe to scare us.|- No, you jerk.
Dr Larch loves us.
But why does he do that?
- Does it because we like it.|{y:i}- Do you like it, Curly?
I like it too.
Watch the door.
You two get Copperfield|and Curly. Buster's mine.
- And remember, nobody touches Fuzzy.|- Attack!
- Hey!
- Ow!|- Ouch.
What do you think|you're doing?
Children, stop it. No fighting.|Share the snowballs.
Fuzzy. Fuzzy.
Listen to you.|You've been running.
Hey, over here!|Look! Pick me!
{y:i}I know the type.|{y:i}They'll take one of the babies.
Mary Agnes.
Come here.|Don't run.
They wanted a girl,|Curly.
Nobody ever wants me.
Oh, hey.|Hey, come on.
Come here.
You know, you're one|of the best, Curly.
And we wouldn't let|just anyone take you.
Dr Larch wouldn't let|just anyone take any of us.
Well, that's true.
- Nobody's asked for me, have they?|- Nobody special enough, Curly.
You mean somebody has?
Only the right people|can have you.
Now what do you say|we go unpack your suitcase?
- It's movie night tonight, Curly.|- Okay.
{y:i}Look. Kong thinks|{y:i}she's his mother.
{y:i}- His mother?|{y:i}- He thinks she's his mother.
- He doesn't think|she's his mother, Fuzzy.|- He does so. He loves her.
{y:i}- That's why he holds her.|{y:i}- Shh, Fuzzy.
{y:i}Fuzzy, how can she|{y:i}be his mother?
He just thinks she is.
They want to replace me.
The board of trustees|wants to replace me.
They just want you|to hire some new help.
We don't need any more help.|Some new things would be useful.
{y:i}- Yuck!
{y:i}Aw, come on.
- Homer, I need you.|- Happens every time.
Kong, Kong, Kong,|Kong, Kong, Kong!
Thought you'd taken care of this.|Always breaks in the same place.
- It's your splice, isn't it?|- No, it is your splice.|You blame me for everything.
Angela, we need a new movie,|a new projector, a new typewriter.
That's what needs replacing|around here.
- Wilbur, we have a delivery.|- Homer, would you get this one?
She's a patient, right?|She should see a doctor.
Homer, you are a skilled|and gifted surgeon...
with near perfect obstetrical|and gynaecological procedure.
I just mean that I'd rather|fix the movie tonight.
Okay, sure.
You splice,|I'll deliver.
Come on, Fuzz.|Let's go. Let go. Come on.
Homer, doesn't King Kong|think the woman is his mother?
- That's right, Fuzz.|That's what Kong thinks.|- That's why Kong loves her.
{y:i}It's your turn.|{y:i}I'll get this.
Okay.|Story time!
The Personal History|of David Copperfield.
Chapter one.|"I am born."
"Whether I shall turn out to be|the hero of my own life...
or whether that station will be held|by anybody else, these pages must show."
{y:i}"I was a posthumous child."
{y:i}- "My father's eyes had closed|{y:i}upon the light of this world...
Six months|when mine opened on it."
His father's dead, right?
That's right, Fuzz.
{y:i}Is your father dead?
Cirrhosis.|It's a disease of the liver.
What, a liver killed him?
{y:i}No, alcohol killed him.|{y:i}He drank himself to death.
- But did you know him?|- Barely.
But it hardly mattered|that I knew him.
- Did you know your mother better?|- Mm-hmm.
She's dead now too.|She was a nanny.
{y:i}What's a nanny do?
She looks after|other people's children.
- Did she grow up around here?|- No.
- She was an immigrant.|- What's an immigrant?
Someone not from Maine.
Let us be happy for Hazel.
Hazel has found a family.|Good night, Hazel.
{y:i}Good night, Hazel.
I was dreaming about you.|How beautiful you were.
- Ah, you weren't.|- I was.
- And I was beautiful?|- You were.
You are.
It was fantastic.
It was just the ether,|Wilbur.
- Hi.|- Hey, Eddie, look at this.
- Homer, do you ever think about|trying to find your parents?|- Not really.
Why not?
{y:i}Well, they never did the things|{y:i}parents are supposed to do.
Dr Larch did those things|and Nurse Edna and Nurse Angela.
Well, I wish I could|meet mine anyway, sometimes.
What for?
Well, I'd like to show 'em|that I could cook a little.
- Mm-hmm.|{y:i}- And...
that I could drive a truck.
Sometimes I wanna meet them so I can|kill them. Just sort of kill them.
You know I'd never|kill anyone, right?
- Mm-hmm. I know.|{y:i}- Get away!
Get the hell off of me!
I think Mary Agnes|could kill someone.
{y:i}- What the hell do you|{y:i}think you're doing?|- I don't think so.
No, she's... she's just|an emotional girl.
{y:i}What's she so emotional about?
She got left here|like the rest of us, didn't she?
Throw it to Copperfield.
I go first.
I'll be on Buster's team.
{y:i}Her temperature is 104.
Scoot down.
Come on. Good girl.|That's a girl. Little more.
Dear child, it won't hurt when I look.|I'm just gonna look.
- All right.
Dear child, did you, uh,|do something to yourself?
It wasn't me.|It wasn't me.
- Did you go to someone else?|- He said he was a doctor.
- I would never have stuck that|inside of me. It wasn't me.|- Listen, you've been very brave.
- I'm going to put you to sleep.|{y:i}- It wasn't me.
Homer, I want you|to see this.
You won't feel it any more.
You've been very brave.|We'll make it deep.
- You sure?|- You bet.
The fetus is unexpelled.|Her uterus is punctured.
{y:i}She has acute peritonitis,|{y:i}and there's a foreign object.
{y:i}I think it's a crochet hook.
Take this.
If she had come to you four months ago|and asked for a simple D&C,
what would you have done?
Nothing!|This is what doing nothing gets you.
It means that somebody else|is gonna do the job, some moron|who doesn't know how.
I wish you'd have|come to me, dear child.
What did she die of?
She died of secrecy.
- She died of ignorance.|- Oh.
Homer, if you expect people to be|responsible for their children,
you have to give them the right to|decide whether or not to have children.
- Wouldn't you agree?|- How about expecting people|to be responsible enough...
to control themselves|to begin with?
How about this child?|You expect her to be responsible?
I'm not talking about her.
I'm talking about adults.
You know who I mean.
- What?|- It's just... It's just a marvel to me...
that you still have such|high expectations of people.
- I'm happy I amuse you.|- Look at it this way.
What choice does Buster have?|What are his options?
{y:i}- Nobody will ever adopt him.|{y:i}- Look at it this way.
Buster and I are sitting here|right beside you. We could have|ended up in the incinerator.
{y:i}Happy to be alive under any|{y:i}circumstances. Is that your point?
Happy to be alive?|Yeah, I guess so.
- You're it.|- Pass it over here.
- So many children.|Are they all orphans?|- Well, it is an orphanage.
- Who wants chocolate?|- I want some chocolate.
Hi. Okay.
{y:i}They're getting in the car.|{y:i}Watch your fingers.
{y:i}- Hi.|- Hi.
- I'm the best.|- You are?
Wow! The best?|The best at what?
- I'm the best one.|{y:i}- The best one, huh?
- I'm the best one of all the kids.|- You are?
He seems like|the best one.
Well, let's see if we can take care|of that. Can you blow?
I really am the best.|I just have a cold.
Sorry. They're not used|to seeing a car like this.
Ah, it's okay.|I don't mind.
- Come on.
Come on. Let's get out.|Come on now.
{y:i}- Oh, sure you can. Come on.|- Good morning.
- Morning.|- Dr Larch.
- Candy.|{y:i}- Hi, I'm Wally. I brought|{y:i}some chocolates for the kids.
Chocolates? How thoughtful.|Come on, Curly.
- So, Mrs...|- Candy.
Candy Kendall.
Wally. Wally Worthington.
How many months are you?
- Uh, two.|- Two.
Are you... Are you the...|Are you doing the...
Oh, no. Dr Larch will be|performing the procedure.
- Oh, good.|- Okay.
I was...|I was just curious.
- Excuse me.
The woman you delivered last night,|she's complaining of pain.
Okay. I'll take a look.|Couple of minutes. Thank you.
{y:i}Are you okay?
Yeah. I think|it was the ether.
Oh, the... That smell|must've got to me.
Oh, God,|this is all my fault.
{y:i}Homer, Steerforth got into the pantry.|{y:i}He's eaten all the pie dough.
- He wasn't sharing it either.|{y:i}- He's down the hall throwing up.
{y:i}- He's such a pig.|{y:i}- Don't call him a pig. It's|{y:i}not nice to call people names.
{y:i}But he is a pig.
What kind of planes|do you fly in?
A "B-24 Liberator".
Oh. "Liberator".
You enlisted?
They wouldn't take me. I'm Class 4.|I have a heart defect.
- Yeah? Is it serious?|{y:i}- No.
No, it's not serious.|I'm just not supposed to get excited.
You know, no strain, no stress.|I try to keep calm all the time.
I can't imagine there's|any strain or stress around here.
- Yeah.
- How she's doing?|- Just fine.
Boy or a girl?
- It's all over, dear.|- Yeah, it's all over, honey.
{y:i}I would really like|{y:i}to have a baby one day.
{y:i}- I really would.|- Why, of course.
You can have as|many children as you want.
- I'm sure you'll have|very beautiful children.|- Oh, yes, I'm sure. I'm sure.
You'll have Princes of Maine.|You'll have Kings of New England.
Lieutenant, I think you should|find yourself some fresh air.
- I still don't feel so good.|{y:i}- Cut it out, children.
Homer, what's a runt?|Copperfield called me a runt.
- He was just kidding, Fuzz.
- Here.|{y:i}- Orange is my favourite colour.
{y:i}Should I keep|{y:i}the teeth orange?
{y:i}Homer, look.
{y:i}Homer, look, look.
Homer, when is Halloween?
- It's at the end of October.|- Is that soon?
- That's a few months away, Fuzz.
{y:i}Oh, it's the best time.|{y:i}Homer?
- What is Honolulu?|- Honolulu?
Hmm. It's a city.
Oh. What's the moonlight like?
Well, I've never been there,
- but I think that it would|probably be very bright.|{y:i}- Oh.
Why do we get pumpkins|only once a year?
Don't get too excited,|Fuzzy.
{y:i}Eeew, that's disgusting!|{y:i}He does this all the time.
{y:i}Stop it right now.
- Hey.|- Hey. How's she doin'?
- Oh, she's fine.|- Good.
L... I was wondering|if you could give me a ride?
I'd be glad to.|Uh, a ride where?
Where you goin'?
We're headin' back|to Cape Kenneth.
Cape Kenneth?|That sounds fine.
Doubtless you will let me know|what immensely worthwhile...
or at least useful thing|that it is you find to do.
I wasn't intending to leave here|to be entirely useless.
I expect I'll find some|other way to be of use.
- In other parts of the world,|I suppose there are other ways.|- Of course.
Are you so stupid you imagine you're|going to find a more gratifying life?
What you will find is people|like the poor people who get left here.
Only nobody takes care of them|half as well. You won't be able|to take care of them either.
There's no taking care|of anybody, not out there.
You know I'm grateful for everything|that you've done for me.
- I don't need your gratitude.|- I don't need this.|I know all about my condition.
It's your heart.|You ought to take it with you.
Going where?|Does he have a plan of some kind?
- Will he be back soon?|- I don't know. He's just leaving.
You were the one who says|he needs to see the world.
- That's what he'll do, is see the world.|- He's leaving.
{y:i}- He'll need clothes.|{y:i}He'll need some money.|{y:i}- Let him try to make some money.
That's part of seeing|the world, isn't it?
Oh, Wilbur, stop it. You knew this was|going to happen. He's a young man.
He's still a boy.
Out in the world,
he's still a boy.
Just find him some clothes,|Wilbur.
He could use some clothes.
- Homer.
{y:i}Copperfield.|{y:i}It'll be all right.
Children,|up on the porch. Up, up.
{y:i}Say goodbye.|{y:i}Wave from here.
- Bye. Bye.|- Bye, Homer.
{y:i}Bye, Homer.
{y:i}Come on.
- I can walk. Put me down.|- Nope. I wanna carry you.
- No, it's okay.|- Here, let me get this.
Wally, put me down.
Okay. Okay.
Coming with us?|That's good.
You never know when|you're gonna need a doctor.
- Do you want me to put the top up?|- No.
- You might get cold.|- I want some fresh air.
{y:i}She'll be just fine.
Is he gonna come out?
- Bye, Homer.|- Bye, Curly.
Sorry I have to go.
It's not fair.|You're too old.
I couldn't find Buster.|Maybe you could tell him that I...
- Bye, Homer!|- Don't go too far!
Homer, bye!
Hey, Homer!
{y:i}Let us be happy|{y:i}for Homer Wells.
Homer has found a family.
Aren't we all happy|for Homer?
- Yes.|- Good night, Homer.
Good night, Homer.
{y:i}Good night, Homer.
{y:i}Actually, the army's|{y:i}given me leave twice.
First, when my father died.|And now I'm on leave to help|my mom with the harvest.
She's no farmer.|Apples were my dad's business,
{y:i}but with the war on|{y:i}she's short of pickers.
- Wally thinks apples are boring.|- I never said they were boring.
{y:i}Yes, you did. You said apples|{y:i}weren't exactly flying.
- They aren't.|- I think I would like|the apple business.
- You're a little overqualified,|aren't you?|{y:i}- No.
- No, not really. I need a job.|{y:i}- Where are you headed?
- I don't know.|{y:i}- What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
{y:i}Is your family in|{y:i}the apple business too, Candy?
No. But I work there.|I like it.
{y:i}My dad's a lobster man.
- Oh, wow.|- Mm-hmm.
I've never actually seen|a lobster.
Are you serious?
I've never seen|the ocean either.
You... You've never|seen the ocean?
{y:i}That's not funny.|{y:i}That's serious.
It's beautiful.
Do you have cramps?
They'll ease up soon.
As long as the bleeding|isn't heavy, it's normal,
it should taper|off tomorrow.
All right.
- Throw it back.|- Okay.
All right!
{y:i}- Put your fingers on the laces.
{y:i}Here's China.|{y:i}Here's India.
- Mm-hmm.|- Seven-hour round trip flight.|It's called the "Burma run".
And this part's called "Flying over|the hump". These are the Himalayas.
How high do you fly there?
Well, I have to fly 15,000 feet|within the first 35 minutes.
{y:i}Otherwise we won't make it|{y:i}over the first mountain.
{y:i}- They got the worst|{y:i}air currents in the world.|{y:i}- Dangerous, huh?
Yeah. Actually,|I volunteered.
Did you really?
Hey, look. If you're serious|about wanting a job, picking|apples isn't that boring.
Yeah? Oh, I would|love that, Wally.
- See you around, Homer.|- Oh, yeah.
- Thank you, for everything.|- Mm-hmm.
{y:i}Hi, Sam.
Hi, Dad!
Come on.|You're gonna meet my mom.
By the way, I've been|at a wedding, all right?
If it comes up, that's where|I met you, at the wedding.
{y:i}Wally?|{y:i}Wally, is that you?
Mom, this is Homer Wells.
- How do you do, Homer?|- Oh, good. How do you do?
He's the most overqualified|apple picker you'll ever meet,|but he's dying to learn.
Really? Were you a friend|of the groom's, Homer?
Homer's a friend of the groom's,|the bride's, everyone. Come on.
In that case, maybe you'd|like to stay to dinner, Homer?
- Another time, Mom.|You gotta meet Mr Rose.
You used up|all the hot water!
- You're usin' my soap, ain't you?|- I ain't usin' no soap.
{y:i}They're migrants.
They pick the fruit.|All kinds.
They travel up and down|the coast with the seasons.
The trick to Mr Rose|is you have to let him be boss.
Oh, excuse me.
- The sink's backed up again, Wally.|- Not again.
- Thought you said you was|gonna get us a plumber.|- Rose, this is Homer.
- Homer, this is|Mr Rose's daughter, Rose.|- You a plumber?
Homer's the new picker.|He's gonna stay here with you.
- He's stayin' here?|{y:i}- Yeah.
This daughter of mine, she's just Miss|Hospitality, ain't she, Wally?
New picker?|You got lots of experience, I expect.
{y:i}Homer's got no experience,|{y:i}Arthur,
but he's smarter than I am|and he's a fast learner.
Mr Rose is gonna teach you|the apple business.
Well, I believe|this is history.
We're makin' history,|Wally, ain't we?
We're makin' history|havin' this young man stay with us.
{y:i}- Why don't you|{y:i}show him around?
Your name is Rose Rose?
- Pretty, ain't it?|- Very.
- You like to read?|- I really can't read that good.
Homer, what does|this say? Here.
"I looked at the stars|and considered...
{y:i}how awful it would be for a man|{y:i}to turn his face to them...
{y:i}and he froze to death|{y:i}and see no help or pity...
in all|the glittering multitude."
{y:i}- Since you the one...
who's smart enough to read,
what's this here?
- It's a list of rules it seems.|{y:i}- Whose rules?
I imagine they're for us,|I suppose.
{y:i}Go on then.|{y:i}Read 'em, Homer.
"One: Please don't smoke in bed."
It's too late for that one.|Keep reading, Homer.
"Two: Please don't operate the grinder|or press if you've been drinking."
You know, they ain't|our rules, Homer.
We didn't write 'em.|I don't see no need to read 'em.
{y:i}Good night,|{y:i}you Princes of Maine,
{y:i}you Kings of New England.
Hoo! Remember this.
In the morning when the grass|is wet, you can make it slide.
- Feel it?|- Yeah.
It's almost like flying.
Watch out for the trees.
Trees are flak,|antiaircraft fire...
from the geeks|on the ground.
- Hey, Homer.|- Hi.
I was just showin' Homer|the orchard.
- Kind of a geography lesson.|- Really?
- Yeah.|- What's that?
- What?|- This, here. Looks like you've|been giving him flying lessons.
Ah, he loved it.|Didn't you?
Wally here thinks people|like being whacked by branches.
- Oh, I liked it.|- Really?
- You're unbelievable.|- Well, thank you very much.
Hey!|What's wrong with you?
That's Vernon. You better stay away from|him till he gets to know you better.
- Then you best stay away|from him even more.|{y:i}- Homer.
Lieutenant's calling you.|You better watch your ass, Homer.
Hey, Wally.
- You gettin' along okay?|- Yeah.
- Guess what.|- What?
I'm shippin' out today.
It's a little sooner|than I expected, but...
I wanted to make sure that you're|settled and happy enough considering...
Are you bored stiff or do you think|you can stick it out a bit?
Yeah, of course.|I'm grateful for the job, Wally.
I'm grateful too. It gives me|peace of mind knowin' you're|here keepin' an eye on things.
- Well, that's good.|{y:i}- You about ready, Homer?
- Uh, look, Wally, thanks.|I'm lucky I met you.|- I'm the lucky one.
- No, really, I'm lucky.|- Do you wanna fight about it?
- Kidding.|- Oh, okay.
- Take care of yourself.|- Okay.
Okay, Mr Rose.
{y:i}Turn. That's right.|{y:i}Turn and pull.
{y:i}Turn and pull.|{y:i}Just like that. Good. Good.
{y:i}Okay, that's good. Right now|{y:i}you're pickin'mostly cider apples.
All these drops here,|they good only for cider.
And you're picking apples with|the stem only half the time.
Golden rule, Homer. You wanna|pick the apple with the stem.
Now, see that there?|The spur right above the stem?
That's the bud for next year's apple.|That's called the "spur".
Pick the spur,|you're pickin' two years in one.
You're pickin' next year's apple|before it have a chance to grow.|So you wanna leave that.
- Okay.|{y:i}- All right, let me see you work.
{y:i}Yeah. That's good.
Yeah, that's much better.|That's better.
I can see you got yourself|some education.
{y:i}Them good hands you got.
Them hands you got, they know|what they're doin'. Ain't that right?
- I guess so.|{y:i}- All right.
- You keep on workin', Homer.|I'll be right back.|- Okay.
{y:i}Wilbur? Wilbur?
Wilbur?|You should read this.
It's from the board.|Another letter.
"Merely suggesting that some new blood|might benefit you all."
"Someone with new ideas in|the obstetrical and paediatric fields."
I think they're just testing some ideas|for our next meeting.
Dr Holtz seems nice.|I think he only wants to help.
He's a goddam psychiatrist!|Of course he wants to help.
He'd be happy to help|to commit me.
It's this Mrs Goodhall|you have to be careful of, Wilbur.
We have to be more|than careful of Mrs Goodhall.
She has enough Christian zeal|to start her own country.
I'd like to give her|a little ether.
- So, what are you going to do?|- Take this.
Homer Wells, born|Portland, Maine, March 2, 1915.
{y:i}But Homer|{y:i}was born here.
- In what was it? 1922?|- Mm-hmm.
{y:i}Graduated Bowdoin College,|{y:i}1935.
Harvard School of Medicine,|1939.
- That's you, Wilbur. You went there.|{y:i}- An internship,
and two years of training at|the Boston Lying-In, South End Branch,
he was judged an accomplished|gynaecological...
{y:i}- and obstetrical surgeon...|- That's not him.
With experience|in paediatric care.
Wilbur, you're making|this up.
Angela, the board|is going to replace me.
That is what|the new blood is for.
{y:i}You mean they're going to|{y:i}replace you with someone|{y:i}who doesn't perform abortions.
Well, we can only guess at that.|They are against the law.
These credentials|are against the law.
We all know I trained Homer, so his|credentials are as good as mine.
And don't be holy to me|about the law.
What has the law ever done|for anyone here?
So, what do you think|about my candidate?
What about school records?|Homer doesn't have any diplomas.
Come here, Edna, please.|Come here.
He will have them.
{y:i}I don't know...
All of these on there, okay.
- Gotta pack 'em tight now, y'all.|- I got it.
What do you think we do?
- All aboard, Mrs Worthington.|- Thank you, Arthur.
How's this crew this year?|Got any rotten apples?
- It's a good crew, ma'am.|{y:i}- Hey, Rose Rose.
- You tryin' to break my finger? Damn!|{y:i}- Just an accident.
{y:i}Excuse me.
Well, maybe we got one bad apple,|but it's nothing we can't handle.
I see.
{y:i}How's young Homer|{y:i}working out?
{y:i}- Good. He's a smart young man.|- Hey, Homer.
{y:i}- Wally was right about him.|{y:i}Real hard worker.|{y:i}- Good.
{y:i}Mornin', Miss Worthington.
Why don't you come up and visit|me at the house? I know I've|got clothes that will fit you.
- Okay.|- I'm sure I can find|a ton of things to fit you.
- Rose don't really need|any more pickin' clothes, ma'am.
- Uh-huh.|- Now don't be a party-pooper, Arthur.
{y:i}I have|{y:i}a beautiful blouse...
- Hey, Rose Rose.|- Homer.
- Hey.|- Hi.
How you feelin'?
When I'm not thinking|of Wally, I'm fine.
I'm not really good|at being alone.
Feeling much better.|Thanks.
Hey, listen.
{y:i}Maybe if you're free, you'd like to come|{y:i}and have dinner at my dad's place?
- Okay.|- You haven't seen|a lobster yet, have you?
- No.|{y:i}- Oh, good.
You're hungry, right?
- What is that?|- It's a drive-in|movie theatre.
- It's a movie outside?|- Yeah.
{y:i}- Oh, can we see it?|{y:i}- Okay.
- It's closed now|because of the blackouts.|- Oh.
It's so big.
You smoke?|You want a cigarette?
Wally would kill me|if he saw me doin' this.
- There you go.|- Thanks.
{y:i}So, you like movies?
Yes. Seen only one, though.
You've seen only one?|Which one?
Uh, "King Kong".|It's really good.
Mmm. Oh.
Wilbur, it's a pie apple. Here, look.|See? Try one of those.
So he's an apple expert now,|is he?
Oh, my, yes.|That's a far superior taste.
And crisp too.
So many apples|are disappointingly mealy.
Wilbur, he picked these|for us himself.
You don't find it depressing|that Homer Wells is picking apples?
Or that he can't be bothered|to write us a proper letter?
Wilbur, it's a gift.
I'll show him a gift.
I'll send him a gift|he can use.
There goes|Jimmy Stewart on his way to enlist.
One of the most popular|stars on the screen.
Today he's Lieutenant Stewart,|U.S.A.
{y:i}Crossing the equator, there's a lighter|{y:i}side, as novices are introduced...
{y:i}- to the traditional realm|{y:i}of King Neptune.
{y:i}Boxing matches, helping relieve|{y:i}the monotony of long, weary days at sea.
{y:i}Well, it looked|{y:i}like you liked it.
{y:i}I did like it. All I said was,|{y:i}it's no "King Kong".
I mean, first she loved him,|then she didn't. Then no one|else could have him.
No, but she did love him.|How many women have you known?
And what did she|die of exactly?
She was torn apart.|She died of a broken heart.
Oh. Well, I just...
I need a better|medical explanation.
Torn apart. At least King Kong,|he knew what he wanted.
Hey, what you doin'|with that Candy, Homer?
- Makin' history, I suppose.
- You ain't gettin'|in no trouble, I hope.|- No trouble.
That Candy, she's|the nicest girl I know.
She's about the most beautiful|girl I've ever seen, but I|don't know if she's the nicest.
She's the nicest and most beautiful|girl I've ever known.
See, that sounds like|you in trouble already, Homer.
Sounds like big trouble|to me, Homer.
- I'm not in trouble.|{y:i}- Yeah, you is.
I know when people|are in trouble.
{y:i}You is.
{y:i}His name is Homer Wells,
and his pathetic resume|is the best I've seen.
I find it hard to believe that the board|would be interested in this character.
But he looks like|an excellent young man.
A first-rate candidate.|Don't you think?
He looks like a bleeding|heart missionary moron to me.
But that would be the problem with any|doctor interested in coming here.
{y:i}- Do you know him?|- No, and I don't want to.
He's doing missionary work|in India.
I wrote to him weeks ago, but either|he's too holy or too busy to answer.
{y:i}Sorry. Okay.|{y:i}Come on.
I fail to see how someone|courageous enough...
to make a commitment|to a foreign mission is|automatically to be dismissed.
That part of the world requires|precisely the kind of dedication|that is needed here.
Does it snow in Bombay?
One winter here and we'll be|shipping him south in a coffin!
But Dr Larch, he seems|exceptionally qualified.
I'm not talking about|his medical qualifications.
It's the Christian thing that|bothers me. I just don't see it|as being much use around here.
I fail to see how a little Christianity|could hurt anyone here.
Anyway, I was just showing|you this guy as an example...
of what's available.
- I didn't think you'd be interested.|{y:i}- We're very interested.
- Oh, yes, very.|- You wouldn't be opposed|to meeting with him?
Well, it wouldn't hurt|to meet him.
- What's his name again?|- Dr Homer Wells.
- It's a nice name. Very New England.|- Very Maine.
{y:i}A very|{y:i}local sounding name.
I told you.|If I appear to want it,
they don't want it.
If I appear to hate it, they just|gotta have it.
- Excuse me. I just wanna|ask you something.|- Edna, come dance with me.
Let's be foolish tonight.|Come on.
Does he know he's supposed|to be in India? Does he|even want to come back?
He's a field hand!
What could possibly|hold him there?
{y:i}Homer!|{y:i}It's time to go!
- Oh, I gotta go.|- Okay.
Right now, we're usin' them|early Macs and Gravensteins.
Cider is way too watery, man.|We ain't gonna get no good cider...
till we start pickin' them|Golden Delicious and Winter Bananas...
and Russets and Baldwins,|you know.
{y:i}What about worms?|{y:i}Don't the drops have worms?
Well, yeah, they got worms, Homer.|That ain't nothin' but protein, man.
What the hell|is you doin', man?
{y:i}Don't you know that cigarette's|{y:i}gonna ruin this whole batch|{y:i}of cider? I can't have that.
{y:i}You gonna have to get that out of there.|{y:i}You're gonna have to go fishin', boy.
{y:i}- You mean swimmin'?|- Swimmin' or fishin'.
I ain't goin' in that vat|to fish out no cigarette.
Now, Jack...
Come on down here,|man.
What business|are you in, Jack?
Just tell me|what business you're in.
{y:i}Just say you're in the|{y:i}apple business 'cause that's the|{y:i}only business you wanna be in.
Hey, Jack! Listen, Jack!|You don't wanna go in the knife|business with Mr Rose, man.
{y:i}- What you wanna do?|{y:i}- Just tell him you're in|{y:i}the apple business!
- What you wanna do?|What you want, man?|- Jack!
- Tell him you in|the apple business, boy!|{y:i}- It ain't worth it.
- Shut up, Peaches!|- What you want?
Now, I'm in|the knife business, Jack.
I'm in the knife business!
Let me tell ya, you don't wanna be|in no kind of knife business with me.
Now I think it's time|for you to go fishin'.
{y:i}He kind of fast,|{y:i}ain't he, Jack?
Well, the good news is, you're already|half undressed for swimmin'.
Shoot, that Jack too slow|to get me.
I was so fast|I cut my own self.
You really showed him, huh?
You just about|cut your hand off.
And all you cut off him|was his clothes.
{y:i}Now you know and I know you|{y:i}don't go to nobody's jail for|{y:i}cuttin'a guy's clothes off.
Ain't that right?|Rose Rose, ain't that right?
- Oooh.|- Ain't that right, Homer?
{y:i}- Easy, easy. Okay. Jus...
Not too much gas.|There you go.
You wanna go right in here.|Okay, okay, okay!
Slow on the gas. You really|have to be gentle.
That's the one.|That's the one.
We wanna stay right there.|Got it?
{y:i}Slowly, slowly, slowly.|{y:i}Okay, okay, okay!
You're a natural. You were born|to drive a car like this.
- You think so?|- Yeah. So this is a speaker.
This is where the sound|for the movie comes out.
Oh. I love this place.
This is, uh...|Have you seen a lot of movies here?
Yes and no.
When you come here, you don't really|care about the movie.
You don't care|about the movie?
What are you so crazy|about movies for?
Ah... That was my favourite night|at the orphanage. Movie night.
We'd all... We'd all|race into the dining hall,
{y:i}and, of course, everyone wanted|{y:i}to sit in front.
So we'd be packed in so tight you could|feel the kid next to you breathing.
You don't miss it?
I miss things.|I miss people.
I miss reading to the boys.
You had so much|responsibility, huh?
I didn't ask|for any responsibility.
Just a little privacy.
Well, you're in luck.|Let me show you.
Because privacy is what|drive-in movies are all about.
So, scrunch down like this.
Come on.|Scrunch down.
All the way.
And then|give me your arm.
Put your arm around me.
You just cuddle and hug|and, you know.
{y:i}You don't really|{y:i}watch the movie.
{y:i}- I would watch the movie.
Sorry, Fuzzy.|It's Homer's splice again.
If the little ones|want to know what happened,
tell them that Fuzzy|was adopted.
- Okay.|{y:i}- So, what happened to Fuzzy?
- He was adopted.|- Good.
- Will they believe that, you think?|- They'll believe it...
because they|want to believe it.
- Shouldn't we tell Homer?|- If Homer wanted to know|what was happening here,
he could pick up|the telephone and call us.
{y:i}I think it was a nurse or a nanny|{y:i}who, uh, who adopted Fuzzy.
Someone who could|take care of him.
Because they had a better|breathing machine...
than the one that Dr Larch|built for him.
{y:i}So I think we should be|{y:i}happy for Fuzzy, okay?
He found a family.|Good night, Fuzzy.
{y:i}Good night, Fuzzy.
Homer.|Morning, everybody.
Mornin', Miss Olive.
- Look. There's mail for you, Homer.|- Oh, thank you.
Rose, I brought those clothes for you.|Come on. Let's go see if they fit.
- What's that?
- Oh, ain't you gonna open it, Homer?|- No.
Mind your business,|now, Peaches.
- Sorry 'bout that, Homer.|- It's okay.
- Okay, okay, okay.|- Oh, look. Right here.
It's glass.|Look at that.
- Isn't that beautiful?|{y:i}- Mm-hmm.
Give me your hand.|Feel that.
- Feel that?|- Mm-hmm.
The ocean rubs it|against the sand.
That's how it gets|that smooth.
Takes a year for it to get|like that, though.
Come on.
Ah!|You're too fast!
{y:i}He volunteered.
Jesus. Nobody volunteers for|the Burma run. He said so himself.
He just leaves me here. What does|he want? He wants me to wait for him?
Oh, God, he knows me.
He knows I'm not good|at being alone.
This was right.|I know this was right.
- You're right. This was right.|- Yeah.
Just tell me. Do you want me to stay?|Do you want me to go?
I don't know.|I really don't know.
I just...
think we should|just wait and see.
- Are we all set?|- Yeah, that's it.
Goodbye, Arthur. Thank you again|for all your hard work.
- My pleasure, ma'am.|- Have a safe trip, Rose. God bless.
- Take care now.|- Homer, you take care of yourself.
- Okay. You too. Okay.|- We'll see you next year.
- Homer, see you later.|- Bye, everyone.|- Bye.
- Don't freeze to death, Homer.|- Don't get yourself|in no trouble, Homer.
- Go on and freeze to death|if you want to, Homer.|- Shut up, Jack.
Take care|of yourself, Homer.
So you're staying.
Olive told me.
You know, you could have|told me yourself.
I'm just waiting and seeing,|like you said.
{y:i}Dear Dr Larch,|{y:i}Thank you for your doctor's bag,
{y:i}although it seems that I will not|{y:i}have the occasion to use it,
{y:i}barring some emergency,|{y:i}of course.
{y:i}I'm not a doctor.
{y:i}With all due respect to your profession,|{y:i}I'm enjoying my life here.
{y:i}I'm enjoying being|{y:i}a lobsterman and an orchardman.
{y:i}In fact, I've never|{y:i}enjoyed myself as much.
{y:i}The truth is, I want to stay here.|{y:i}I believe I'm being of some use.
{y:i}I've looked at|{y:i}so many women,
{y:i}and I've never...
I've never felt a thing,|you know.
I mean, I've seen everything.
{y:i}Just felt nothing.
With you, it, uh...
To look at you, it hurts.
{y:i}Come here.
{y:i}My dear Homer:
{y:i}I thought you were over|{y:i}your adolescence...
{y:i}the first time in our lives|{y:i}when we imagine we have...
{y:i}something terrible to hide|{y:i}from those who love us.
- Homer?|{y:i}- Do you think it's not obvious|{y:i}to us what's happened to you?
{y:i}You've fallen in love,|{y:i}haven't you?
{y:i}By the way, whatever you're up to can't|{y:i}be too good for your heart.
{y:i}Then again, it's the sort|{y:i}of condition that could be|{y:i}made worse by worrying about it,
{y:i}so don't worry|{y:i}about it.
{y:i}- Dear Dr Larch:
{y:i}What I'm learning here may not be|{y:i}as important as what I learned from you,
{y:i}but everything|{y:i}is new to me.
{y:i}Yesterday, I learned|{y:i}how to poison mice.
{y:i}Field mice girdle an apple tree, :|{y:i}Pine mice kill the roots.
{y:i}You use poison oats|{y:i}and poison corn.
{y:i}I know what you have to do.|{y:i}You have to play God.
{y:i}Well, killing mice is as close as I want|{y:i}to come to playing God.
{y:i}Homer, here|{y:i}in St. Cloud's,
{y:i}I have been given|{y:i}the opportunity of playing God...
{y:i}or leaving practically|{y:i}everything up to chance.
{y:i}Men and women of conscience|{y:i}should seize those moments...
{y:i}when it's possible|{y:i}to play God.
{y:i}There won't be many.
{y:i}Do I interfere when|{y:i}absolutely helpless women...
{y:i}tell me they simply can't|{y:i}have an abortion...
{y:i}that they simply must go through with|{y:i}having another and yet another orphan?
{y:i}I do not.|{y:i}I do not even recommend.
{y:i}I just give them|{y:i}what they want.
{y:i}You are my|{y:i}work of art, Homer.
{y:i}Everything else|{y:i}has been just a job.
{y:i}I don't know if you've got|{y:i}a work of art in you,
{y:i}but I know what your job is:|{y:i}You're a doctor.
{y:i}I'm not a doctor.
{y:i}You're going to|{y:i}replace me.
{y:i}The board of trustees|{y:i}is looking for my replacement.
{y:i}I can't replace you.|{y:i}I'm sorry.
{y:i}"Sorry"?|{y:i}I'm not sorry.
{y:i}Not for anything I've done.
{y:i}I'm not even sorry|{y:i}that I love you.
I think we may have|lost him to the world.
Come on, come on.|Just read the label.
- Come on. Come on.|- Okay.
Okay. You can|have the book.
You can have the book,|but please don't tickle me.
- Who is it?
Don't know.
It's Mr Rose.
- Hey, Homer.|- Hero. How ya doin'?
Good.|Miss Candy.
{y:i}- Hey, Homer.|- Good to see you again.
- Thank you.|- Welcome back.
- Hey, Muddy.|- Hi, Miss Candy.
- We put in new sheets for you.|- I see you ain't freezed your ass off.
- It's fine. I'm sure.|- I was just finishing.
- Hey, Mr Rose.|- Peaches, how are you?
- Good to see you again.|- Good to see you.
{y:i}- Leave it. It's good.|{y:i}- You sure?|- Candy.
Mr Rose. Welcome back.
Thank you.
Don't this place|feel just like home?
- Nicer than home.|{y:i}- What you all been doin'|{y:i}make it feel so nice?
- Hey, Rose.|{y:i}- Rose, Rose.
Good to see you again.|How are you?
Where's Jack?
He, uh, he just wasn't up|for the trip this season.
Jack didn't know|what his business was.
- Ain't that right, Muddy?|- Mm-hmm.
Muddy, Muddy,|half these is bruised.
{y:i}This one ain't got no stem.|{y:i}What is this, now?
{y:i}That's a spur,|{y:i}ain't it?
{y:i}You're in too much|{y:i}of a hurry. What is wrong with you?
{y:i}You shakin'the tree|{y:i}to get these apples down?
{y:i}You're bruisin'|{y:i}all of these apples.
Ain't you gonna|eat with us, Rose?
- She used to eat with us.|- Maybe she ain't hungry this mornin'.
She ain't hungry|every mornin',
'cause she's sick|every mornin'.
Hey, Rose.|How you feelin'?
Guess you must like|watchin' people be sick.
No, I don't like|watchin' anyone be sick.
Rose, how many months are you?
Do you know?
{y:i}Do you know?|{y:i}Rose?
What do you know about it?
Well, I know more than|I'd like to know about it.
{y:i}Well, then, don't trouble|{y:i}yourself none, Homer.
This ain't your business.
What am I gonna do|with a baby?
I can't have a baby.
What am I gonna do|with a baby?
{y:i}- Huh?|- Whatever you want|to do, Rose, I can help.
{y:i}I just mean that if you don't wanna|{y:i}keep the baby, I know where you can go.
You think Daddy's gonna|let me go anywhere? Huh?
I ain't goin' nowhere.
Why don't you just, uh,|go back to your pickin', Homer.
I can take care of it|by myself, all right?
What do you mean?
I mean I could take care of it|by myself. Okay?
Don't do anything, Rose.
Don't do anything|to yourself, okay?
{y:i}Rose? Do you hear me?
{y:i}- Rose, do you hear me?|- Go on!|{y:i}- Homer?
I think we should take her|to St. Cloud's and let her|decide when she gets there.
I told her.|She doesn't feel she can do that.
Well, we have to|help her, right?
We need to do something,|don't we?
- Hey.|{y:i}- Hey.
I have some more clothes|for you. I just keep forgetting|to bring them with me.
I don't need no more clothes.|Thanks.
I know what's|goin' on, Rose.
{y:i}Homer told me.
You don't know this, but I got|pregnant about a year ago.
Do you want to have|this baby?
Who's the father?|Does he know?
If you don't want to have|this baby, Homer and I will take|you to a place. It's safe.
- He knows this doc...|- I can't go nowhere.
Rose, listen to me.
You can tell me.
- It's okay.
- Mornin'.|- Morning, Mr Rose.
I'm gonna be up top, okay?
Mr Rose.
He's the father.
- What?|- He's her baby's father.
Mr Rose is|her baby's father.
{y:i}Her baby.|{y:i}Mr Rose is the father.
{y:i}- What? Are you sure?|- I can't believe this.
I knew there was something wrong.|What is she gonna do?
God, I can't believe it. We have to|keep her away from that bastard.
- Mr Rose?|{y:i}- Homer.
I know you ain't ready|for lunch, boy.
- Is it, uh, true?|- What's that?
Uh, are you...
sleeping with|your own daughter?
I think you've been staying up|too late at night, Homer.
You're having sex|with your own daughter.
Ain't nobody havin' sex with my|daughter! Let me just tell you that.
You're lying. Aren't you|ashamed of yourself?
What do you care|who hears?
I mean, come on.|They know already, don't they?
- They know, Mr Rose.|- And you know|what your business is, boy!
{y:i}I know you don't wanna be|{y:i}in no kind of business with me!
- That's what I know.|- Yeah? Go on. Cut my clothes.|I've got other clothes.
You gonna come here talkin'|to me about lies and shame?
Those people took you in, and|that boy Wally is away at war!
- Yeah, well, she's your daughter!|- And I love her!
Ain't never gonna do|nothin' to harm her.
She's pregnant, you know that?|She's pregnant.
{y:i}No! No!
{y:i}He was over Burma|{y:i}when he was shot down.
{y:i}There were no injuries|{y:i}from the crash, just disease.
{y:i}When the plane was hit, the crew chief|{y:i}and the radioman jumped close together.
{y:i}The co-pilot jumped third,|{y:i}all on Captain Worthington's orders.
- Come in.|{y:i}- The captain was still flying the plane.
None of the men on the ground|could see the sky. That's|how thick the jungle was.
{y:i}They never saw the plane crash.|{y:i}They never heard it crash.
{y:i}They never saw Captain|{y:i}Worthington's parachute either.
But he was missing|for 20 days. Why?
He followed the Irrawaddy River|all the way to Rangoon.
He managed to avoid the Japs|but not the mosquitoes.
So it's malaria.
{y:i}It's, um,|{y:i}encephalitis "B".
{y:i}What's that?
{y:i}Captain Worthington is paralysed|{y:i}from the waist down.
{y:i}He... He won't walk.
- I'm sorry.|- When is he coming home?
In about a month.|By the end of October.
Just tell me.|I'll do whatever you wanna do.
Isn't that like|waiting and seeing?
No.|Nothing's nothing.
I want Wally|to come home.
I'm afraid to see him too.
{y:i}- I know.|- Oh, don't do that, Homer.
I just want to sit here|and do nothing.
To do nothing.
It's a great idea,|really.
Maybe if I just|wait and see long enough,
then I won't have to do anything|or decide anything, you know?
I mean, maybe if|I'm lucky enough,
someone else will decide and choose|and do things for me.
What are you|talking about?
But then again,|maybe I won't be that lucky.
And it's not my fault.|It's not your fault.
And that's just it. Someone's gonna|get hurt, and it's no one's fault.
- I don't want to talk about this.|{y:i}- If we just sit here...
{y:i}and we wait and see|{y:i}a little while longer,
then maybe you won't have to choose,|and I won't have to "do" anything!
What do you want from me?|Wally's been shot down. He's paralysed.
{y:i}What do you|{y:i}want me to do?
{y:i}Nothing. I'm sorry.
You're not the one|who has to do anything.
{y:i}- Where you|{y:i}think you're goin'?
{y:i}I got to go, Daddy.|{y:i}You have to let me go.
{y:i}Wait, Rose. Just wait.|{y:i}I ain't gonna let you go nowhere|{y:i}in the middle of the night.
- Hey. Hey.|{y:i}- I can't stay here no more, Daddy.
Hey, nothin'. You just go in the house.|This ain't none of your concern.
- Just listen to me...|{y:i}- You are forgettin' yourself now.
{y:i}This is|{y:i}my daughter!
Now, I believe you got your own mess|you gotta deal with.
- I wanna get...|- Ain't that right, Homer?
{y:i}Ain't that right, Homer?
My daughter and I done told you.|This ain't your business.
{y:i}This ain't none|{y:i}of your business!
{y:i}Ya even know what your business is,|{y:i}Homer? Do ya!
- What is your business?|- I'm in the doctor business.
I can help. That's all|I'm saying. I can help.
Cervical stabilizer,|vulval pads.
Set of sims.|Set of reinstadards.
{y:i}- Dakin's solution.|- She my little girl, Homer.
{y:i}She's gonna be all right, Mr Rose.|{y:i}Nothin'to worry about.
You ready, Rose?
Come on, y'all.
I'm staying, Homer.
If you stay,|you make yourself a use.
Watch her breathing.
You better go get some air.
Oh, God!
The heat will help the cramps|ease up a little.
The bleeding is usually a lot less|within two days,
but you just keep|checking the pad, okay?
As long as it's|not heavy, it's normal.
{y:i}It's that Vernon. He keep askin'|{y:i}where you, Rose Rose and Homer is at.
Tell that Vernon to mind|his own business, Muddy.
Told him y'all sick.
You tell him|whatever you want.
You crew boss today.
- You readin' the rules, Homer?|- Mm-hmm.
What are they?
"Please don't smoke|in bed."
{y:i}We already heard|{y:i}that one, Homer.
"Two: Please don't operate the grinder|or press if you've been drinking."
"Three: Please don't go up|to the roof to eat your lunch."
That's the best place|to eat lunch.
"Four: Please,|even if you are very hot,
do not go up|to the roof to sleep."
{y:i}What do they think, go up|{y:i}to the roof to sleep?
- They must think we're crazy.|- They think we dumb niggers,
so we need some dumb rules,|is what they think.
The last one.
"There should be no going up|on the roof at night."
Now, why don't they just|say, "Don't go up on the roof"?
{y:i}- That's it?|- That's it.
{y:i}- Hmm.|- It don't mean nothin' at all.
- And all this time|I been wonderin' about 'em.|{y:i}- They outrageous, them rules.
Who live|in this cider house?
Who grindin' up those apples,|pressin' that cider,
cleanin' up all this mess?
Who just plain live here,|just breathin' in that vinegar?
Well, someone who don't|live here made those rules.
These rules|ain't for us.
We the ones supposed|to make our own rules.
{y:i}And we do.
{y:i}Every single day.
Ain't that right,|Homer?
That's right.
{y:i}Then why don't you burn|{y:i}them rules in the stove?
Go 'head, Homer. Do it.
{y:i}Nothing is nothing,|{y:i}right?
You know I love you.
{y:i}You know I do.
You needed me.
Now Wally's gonna need you.
I'm sorry.
At least there's no more|waiting and seeing.
At least I got to see the ocean.
Homer!|Rose Rose done run away.
- She took off|in the middle of the night.|- She left on the bicycle.
{y:i}Nobody gonna find her.
She long gone.
{y:i}I didn't try stop her.
I just want to touch|her hand before she go.
That's all I wanna do.
That's all.
I swear.
{y:i}Where she get|{y:i}that knife, Muddy?
{y:i}Look like your knife.
No gal need to be out here|tryin' to hitch-hike...
unless she got a good,|strong knife to hold onto.
Where'd she get you?
Just misunderstood me.
I was tryin' to give her my knife,|and I reach out my hand to touch her.
But see,|I understand, Homer,
if she don't see it|like that.
It's my fault.
She good|with that knife.
She's fast.
She a lot better with that knife|than you is, Muddy.
{y:i}Who do you suppose|{y:i}taught her?
- You taught her, I suppose.|{y:i}- That's right.
That's right.
There's more than one cut.
That's 'cause I take my knife and|stick it in the wound.
I stick my own knife|in there.
I poked it all around,|Homer,
tryin' to find|the same spot that she got.
Now, look here.
When you tell the police|how this happened,
I want you to tell it|like this, hear?
My daughter run off. I was so sad|about that, I stabbed myself.
I was so unhappy|that she left that...
I killed my own self.
{y:i}And that's the truth.
Ain't that right?
I wanna hear you say that.
I was so unhappy that|my daughter run off...
I killed my own self.
- Ain't that right, Homer?|- That's right.
- Huh, Muddy?|- Yeah, that's what happened.
You lost your only daughter, so's you|killed yourself. That's what we say.
That's right.|That's the truth.
I'm just tryin'|to put things straight.
Sometimes you gotta|break some rules,
put things straight.
Ain't that right, Homer?
Do you think Rose|will be okay?
She'll be all right.|She knows how to take care of herself.
This is for you.|Olive wanted me to bring it.
Oh, thanks.
I know you don't think|much of being needed, or of|me for that matter, but I...
I'm sorry for what I said|about Wally needing you.
It was unnecessary.
You had every right|to be angry.
No, you warned me.
You told me you weren't|any good at being alone.
Wally's gonna be okay.
I know he is.
{y:i}Dear Homer: I am|{y:i}writing you to tell you about Dr Larch.
Dr Larch?
Dr Larch?
Oh, Wilbur.
## And saw the splendour|of the moonlight #
# On Honolulu Bay #
# There's something tender|in the moonlight on Honolulu Bay ##
{y:i}I can assure you|{y:i}that the overdose...
{y:i}was entirely accidental.
Let us be happy for Dr Larch.
Dr Larch has found a family.|Good night, Dr Larch.
Good night, Dr Larch.
{y:i}- Come on, Muddy.|{y:i}Step on it, man!
- Let's get on it.|- Get on it, man.|I wanna get to the sunshine.
- Ha-ha-ha!|{y:i}- Homer!
- Yeah!|{y:i}- You ever seen a palm tree?
Oh, he ain't never|been outta Maine!
{y:i}Ain't you sick|{y:i}of pine trees, Homer?
{y:i}- Let me tell you|{y:i}something about Florida, Homer.|{y:i}- The sun shines!
{y:i}Man, it's so warm|{y:i}down there, you can pick grapefruits...
{y:i}and oranges naked|{y:i}if you want to.
{y:i}- Who would want to do that?|{y:i}- I'm just sayin'|{y:i}it's warm, Hero.
{y:i}You used to say it was too hot.
{y:i}Not me.
{y:i}I love them peaches.
{y:i}- I love my peaches.
{y:i}Homer? Hey,|{y:i}what you think, Homer?
I'd love to go|with you guys,
but I have to move on.
- Hey, you hear that, Muddy?|{y:i}- What?
- Boy said he ain't movin' on with us.|{y:i}- Oh, Homer!
Come on, Homer.|Come on down with us!
- I can't do it, guys.|- Well, I reckon you gotta do|what you gotta do.
{y:i}O Lord, support us|{y:i}all the day long...
{y:i}until the shadows lengthen|{y:i}and the evening comes...
{y:i}and the busy world is hushed|{y:i}and the fever of life is over|{y:i}and our work is done.
Then, in Thy mercy, grant us|a safe lodging and a holy rest...
{y:i}and peace at the last.
Homer! It's Homer!
- Homer!
Hey, Buster!
- I was in Maine.|{y:i}- Oh, look!|{y:i}Here comes Jennifer!
- Let me see.
You're welcome. You're welcome.|It was my pleasure.
{y:i}It's gonna be|{y:i}chicken fricassee tonight.
- What's this?|- That's Homer's.
You have something|for me?
Do I have|something for you?
Uh, let... You know what?|I have something.
{y:i}I do. Here.
It's from the ocean.|It's for you.
- What do you think?|- Good.
- I made a room up for you.|- We thought that would|be more comfortable.
{y:i}Oh, thank you.|{y:i}That would be great.
{y:i}- You're not staying in here?|{y:i}- I don't know.
{y:i}What do you think, Curly?
{y:i}What else|{y:i}do you have, Homer?
{y:i}- Do you have something else for me?|- Do you know what this is?
- Oh, that's my heart.|- No, actually, it's Fuzzy's.
There's nothing wrong|with your heart.
{y:i}Dr Larch wanted to keep you|{y:i}out of the war. That's why|{y:i}he told you it was yours.
I think he was worried|about his own heart.
He said it would never stand up|to Homer Wells going off to war.
{y:i}"Thus I began|{y:i}my new life...
in a new name and with|everything new about me."
"I felt like one in a dream."
"The remembrance of my old life is|fraught with so much want of hope."
"Whether it lasted for a year|or more or less I do not know."
"I only know that it was...
and ceased to be."
"And there I leave it."
Is that all?
No, there's much more|to come, Curly.
Well, that's tomorrow.
Let's not give|the story away.
Good night,|you Princes of Maine,
you Kings of New England.
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