Northern Exposure (1990–1995): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

Jewish New Yorker Dr. Joel Fleischman agreed to have his $125,000 Columbia med school bills paid for by the state of Alaska in exchange for him working 4 years there. As the capital Anchorage's quota is filled, he's offered an alternative rural post in Cecily. He hates it at first sight, but learns he can't get out of his contract and optimistic entrepreneur Maurice J. Minnifield will hold him to it, by any means. The locals and their mostly laid-back life-style are most confusing. His patients includes Walter, whose even fatter wife Edna shoots and stabs him because they didn't talk for years, and a girl who wants her teeth checked. His landlady is female pilot Maggie, his nurse an ever-smiling squaw.

Don't get me wrong.
I'm not kidding myself.

Anchorage isn't New York City,
but it's not Cambodia, right?

Do you know how many Chinese
restaurants are in Anchorage? Five.

There's 14 movie theatres,
two practically kosher delis,

and if we're talking about freezing,

the temperature's only
five degrees lower than Indiana,

despite the differential in precipitation.

Ginger ale, and another
Scotch for the businessman.

So, anyway, it's not as if Alaska
was part of my game plan,

but I've always thought
that medicine was for me,

ever since I played doctor with
Katie Kaplan in the second grade.



I had the desire, the grades...
I just didn't have the bucks.

Do you know what it costs
to go to medical school?

A lot.

I know what you're thinking.
Scholarship, right?

Let's face it. Jewish doctors are
not exactly an endangered species.

Three dollars, please.

So, 75 scholarship applications later,

74 turndowns - only one comes through.

Alaska.

What do you mean?

The State agreed to finance my medical
education to the tune of $125,000.

In return, I agreed to be their
indentured slave for the next four years.

What?

You ever been to Alaska?



Of course. What kind of
schmuck do you think I am?

Elaine, she's a third-year
law student at NYU...

We came out last summer.
We loved the place.

Well, not loved, but we both agreed
it is definitely doable.

What are you trying to say?

Are you trying to tell me something?

Good luck.

Joe! Sorry, it's been crazy.

Great to see you again.
How was your flight?

- Not bad.
- Good. Come on in.

I got it.

I'll need a day or two
to get settled in at the condo.

A phone, cable, that sort of thing,
before I check in at the hospital.

- I've got some exciting news for you, Joe.
- Joel. Really?

- Ever been to the French Riviera?
- In France?

My lady and I were doing Europe.
We did the Rivieras - French and Italian.

And then we jumped up to Scandinavia -
she's Danish, a model -

before jumping down
to Zermatt in Switzerland.

- Sounds great.
- Do you think?

Actually, it was incredibly disappointing.

Really? Why?

Because, Joel,
once you have experienced Alaska -

and I am talking about the real Alaska -

everything else pales in comparison.

Which brings me to my big surprise.
We don't need you.

- What are you talking about?
- You're expendable, Joel. Superfluous.

You're pulling my chain, right?

We overfunded and we have
more physicians than we need.

This is great news!

What you're saying is...
you don't need me.

That's right.

- This is great news!
- So we've decided to set you up in Cicely,

situated in an area that we Alaskans
refer to as the Alaskan Riviera.

Ideal weather, breathtaking scenery,
shopping, dining...

Aspen's got nothing on this place.

- Where is this Cicely?
- Bus ride from Anchorage.

We've arranged for your lodging and
office, and the city is extremely excited.

OK, um...

- What if I don't like it?
- You'll leave.

Let's just get this straight.
If I don't like it, I can leave?

Absolutely.

Well... it does look pretty.

It's gorgeous.

- Dr Fleischman?
- Yeah?

Hi, I'm Ed.

- What about rap?
- What about it?

- Well, are you into it?
- No, not particularly.

Here we go. Richard Berry. R&B classic.

- You're a doctor, right?
- Yeah. Look, where are we?

Not like Dr Toni Grant. She's on the radio.
Helps with your personal problems.

"He's in sinus tach. Give me an x-ray,
stat: Cervical, spine, chest and abdomen."

"Call ortho for his leg. Call thoracic."

"Tell 'em we've got a pneumothorax,
possibly secondary to fragment."

Just St Elsewhere. I love that show.

I sail the ship all alone

I never think I'll make it home

And Louie Louie

Well, me gotta go

- Hey, where...
- See ya!

Where are you goin'?

Home.

Are you kiddin' me?
You gotta take me to Mr Minnifield!

You can return the tapes to me later.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, my God!

I smell the rose in her hair

And Louie Louie

We gotta go

Well, Louie Louie

We gotta go

Me see Jamaican moon above

It won't be long me see me love

Me take her in my arms and then

I tell her l never leave again

And Louie Louie

Well, we gotta go

l said now Louie Louie

Well, we gotta go

l said we gotta go

Well, we gotta go

Dr Fleischman!

Minnifield?

What part of New York
are you from, son?

- Flushing.
- What part's that? Bronx?

- Queens. You know New York?
- No, I can't say that I do.

Spent some time on the East Coast,
mostly around Washington DC.

Satellite Beach, Florida.

I've only been to New York
one time, for a parade.

- Macy's Day?
- Ticker tape.

Goin' down Fifth Avenue
in the back of an open Caddy.

- I was an astronaut, son.
- Really? No kidding?

Sit.

Wow, that's incredible.
I've never met an astronaut before.

I watched those missions as a kid.

- Ever go into outer space?
- Took my ride.

Joel, I wanna take this opportunity
to be the first to welcome you here.

When I heard we had a crack at a Jew
doctor from New York City, I jumped.

You boys do outstanding work.

Thanks.

There's lots of opportunity here.

When I first came here 20 years ago, there
was nothing but natural surroundings.

Unseen by white man
since before time began.

First thing I did,
I bought 15,000 acres of land.

Second thing I did, I started
a radio station and a newspaper. Why?

Communications. If a man's got
something to sell or something to say,

he'd better get it out there.

And by golly, I had it, and I still do.

We've got an outstanding little town here,
Joel, ready to step up in the worid.

We've got natural resources,
we've got land, we've got wildlife,

just waiting to be fondled.

And now, Joel...

Now... we've got you.

Come on, son.

Let's do it.

Is this it? Is this the town?

This is it. This is Cicely.

She and Roslyn founded the town
97 years ago.

Rumour and innuendo notwithstanding,
they were just good friends.

A hippy passing through
painted that picture.

He was so high on weed that he forgot the
apostrophe S. I squeezed that in myself.

- But where is the rest of the town?
- It's coming, son.

A big Burger King,
shopping malls, 31 flavours...

It's all gonna be here. Maybe not today,

maybe not tomorrow, but it's coming.

I can guarantee you that.

Son of a...

I told that Ed I wanted him
to throw a new coat of paint on here.

This place needs more than a paint job.

Son, I had no idea this wouldn't be done
before you got here.

Before I got here?
This is my office?!

A few curtains, a couple of heads
on the wall, you're in business.

Come on, son. Sit down.

Relax. Get a feel for the place.

While I find out what the hell
that Indian's been up to.

- Who are you?
- Marilyn. I'm here for the job.

- Phone?
- Back there, on the wall.

Pete Gilliam, please.

Pete? Joel Fleischman.

I'm in Cicely.
I've taken a look around.

I've checked out the place and thought
about it long and hard, and I want out.

I don't have my contract. I'm on a phone
in a bar in the middle of nowhere.

What? It says what?!

No, no, no, listen to me.
You said if I didn't like it, I could leave.

No, I don't "don't like it".
I hate it! I demand to leave!

You're not the one who has
to spend the next four years

in a godforsaken hole-in-the-wall pigsty
with a bunch of dirty, psychotic redne...

I am a graduate of Columbia University
School of Physicians and Surgeons.

I did my residency at Beth Zion hospital,

one of the finest medical facilities
in New York - and the worid.

I will not spend the best years of my life
in the worst place on earth!

Let me tell you, if you think...

Collect call from Joel, please.

Hi. Honey.
Yeah, I'm here.

Look, um...
Yeah, it is, it's lovely.

Do me a favour.
Run through my contract.

Is there a stipulation as to
location of medical practice?

Just suburban Anchorage.
Could you do that for me?

Today. Yeah, OK.

I miss you too, sweetheart.

The number is 907-555-7823.

I'm gonna wait for your call, OK?

OK, yeah, no, me too.

OK.

Women.

- My stomach's a mess. You got a seltzer?
- Seltzer?

Yeah, you know.

Seltzer. It's water with bubbles.

Hi. Have you heard
the new Bel Biv Devoe?

What?

I think that one's gonna go platinum.

Maurice asks if you've got the 16 cases
of lemon-lime for the festival.

I couldn't get lemon-lime,
so I got orange.

- OK, that'll do.
- Do you have any aspirin back there?

I was gonna call Maurice and
tell him about the change myself.

You were gonna call Maurice?

I'm thinkin' about it.

I don't think you should do that.

- Do what?
- Call Maurice.

Why is that?

It'll set him off and then
he'll be blowing your brains out.

If we bury you,
it will ruin the festival for everybody.

I'll take that into consideration, Ed.

But there is a time for everything
and in my opinion,

it's time for me and Maurice
to settle things once and for all.

I hope you don't do that.

Well, I'll see you later.

You been perched here for a few hours.
You must have worked up an appetite.

Oh, thanks. What do I owe you?

It's my pleasure.

- Joel Fleischman.
- Holling Vincoeur.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Look, um, I guess
you heard before when I was...

Anyway, no offence intended.
I was just... I was a little...

a little upset, that's all.

- You haven't heard from your attorney?
- No, but these are complex legal issues.

They take quite some time to sort out.
Besides, she's got finals.

Well, best of luck to you.

- Mr Vincoeur?
- Holling.

Do you mind if I ask you
a personal question?

Go right ahead.

Why is Maurice gonna kill you?

Well, that's a long story.

Do you see that young lady over there?

She's quite something
to look at, isn't she?

- She sure is.
- Miss Northwest Passage.

Maurice brought her up here to marry her.

At that time,
Maurice and I were best of friends.

Like most folks around here,

he and Shelly spent a lot of time
in this establishment.

One day Shelly appeared
at the bar without Maurice,

said if I wanted her, she was mine.

I did.

Well, since then,
Maurice hasn't set foot in here.

He said if I ever tried talking to him
again, he'd blow my brains out.

Wow.

And you haven't spoken since?

Not yet.

- Can I get you something else, Joel?
- No, that's fine. Thanks a lot.

Hello.

- Yeah, hold on a second.
- Dr Fleischman?

Clem Tillman! Telephone!

- I'm Maggie O'Connell.
- Yeah, so? Clem Tillman?

- I've been looking for you.
- What kind of name is Clem?

- What's it short for? Clemton? Clemlock?
- I don't have a lot of time...

Are you Clem? Keep it short
cos I'm expecting an important call.

If you'd rather spend the night here
than at my place...

Where did you go to trade school? This
petulant-aggressive thing is a real turn-off.

- Look, buddy...
- I'm engaged to a real knockout.

Do yourself a favour and
take your business someplace else.

I am not a hooker, you jerk.

I'm your landlord.

I wasn't trying to be rude.

If you'd been direct, there wouldn't
have been any misunderstanding.

By the way, I appreciate
your help with the luggage!

- You making a fire?
- Yeah.

Good, it is a little nippy in here.

- What do you do for heat?
- This is the heat.

There's a wood-burning stove
in the kitchen.

- What do you do for wood?
- Chop it.

Ah.

You know, this place really is... charming,
in a - you know - charming sort of way.

I'm not really big on the great outdoors,

but I can tell a person might...

So, what, um...

The State pays you to rent
this place out to me, is that it?

Maurice pays me.

- It's an interesting profession.
- It's an investment. I fly.

What, you're a stewardess?
I'm sorry - flight attendant. Which airline?

- I own my own plane. I'm a pilot.
- Wow.

It's not a 747.
I run an air taxi.

- There are clean linens in the closet.
- Great.

Look, um, does the phone work?

It's just in case I get hungry.
I wanna order in some takeout.

Look, again, I'm sorry about the brouhaha.

I'm leaving tomorrow, so if
I don't get a chance to say goodbye,

thanks again for your hospitality.

Goodbye.

- What about this garbage bag?
- Just put it out back.

- It's a gigantic rat!
- That's right.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God...

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Did you run all the way
into town, Dr Fleischman?

- Uh-huh.
- That's a seven-mile run.

- Uh-huh.
- You must be a serious runner.

Not since the seventh grade.

- Just the water, then?
- Yeah.

- No, gimme a bagel and cream cheese.
- What's a bagel?

- I'll just take the beef jerky, OK?
- Take a spicy one. Three dollars.

Look, I heard a rumour on the road
that the first bus out of here leaves today.

No, I haven't heard that.
Would you like a schedule?

Yeah.

- What are you all doing here?
- They're waiting to see the doctor.

Well, um, yeah, see, look.

I am a doctor, but I'm very sorry.

I can't see any of you
because I'm not staying.

See, I have a bus schedule, so...

Although I am a doctor, I'm not really...

I'm not the doctor.

Yeah, so, um...

It might be improper for me
to establish any relationships

in a situation that's...

that's going nowhere, so, uh...

Very nice meeting all of you,
and I wish you all the best of luck.

Suit yourselves.

There is no job!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Number one?

OK, what's your problem?

I'm feeling achy and I'm hot.

All right, for how long?

About three years.

You do feel warm.
Let's get a temperature.

How the hell do I get that
without a thermometer?

There is no job.

You could have just
wheeled it in on a cart.

Go take a seat out there for a few minutes.

Number two!

Hi. Wow, what's that?

- It's a beaver.
- Really?

Yeah, I've seen these on PBS.

- What number are you?
- Six.

Go out and wait your turn
like everybody else.

- I'm sorry. So what's your problem?
- I think his teeth hurt.

- The beaver's?
- He hasn't gnawed any wood lately.

Number six, I told you. Go out and
wait your turn like everybody else.

If you can't do that, I'll ask you to leave.

I'd like to help you with the beaver,
but I'm not a dentist.

Couldn't you just look at him?

All right. Lift his lip.

Oh, my God.

Number six?

You're bleeding all over the floor.

I've seen this calibre before.
Saturday night special.

Though nowadays you see it
every day in your finer hospitals.

It's a gun of choice of your basic pimps,
drug dealers and pre-AK-47 gangsters.

- I'll wrap him?
- No, thank you. I can wrap him.

So who shot you?

My wife.

Why?

She said
"Loud doesn't work with me any more."

- What?
- We've been married 17 years.

- Man, oh, man.
- Hello, Ed.

Hi, Walter.
Hello, Dr Fleischman.

- What happened to you?
- Edna shot me.

- Wow.
- Ed, what are you doing here?

Maurice wants to talk to you.

Tell him to take a number.
I have people here.

Oh, OK. I'll wait.

- Bye, Walter.
- See you.

- Bye, Marilyn.
- Bye, Ed.

Sit down, son.

- Do much hunting, Joel?
- Just on the Lower East Side.

For bargains.

You know, Joel...

The most important thing
in the worid to me is friendship.

I never believed
the written word was necessary

when a rock-steady handshake would do.

A man's word is his honour.

I'm talking about commitment, son.

Loyalty.

I believe your people refer to it as the
"Ethics of the Fathers". You get my drift?

- Well, I'm sure I will.
- You signed a contract, Joel.

But much more important than that...
you gave your word.

I intend to hold you to that word
within the bounds of the law.

If necessary,
without the bounds of the law.

- Are you threatening me?
- If you have any notions of running,

there's the $125,000 that the good people
of Alaska put into your medical education.

As far as I'm concerned,
Fleischman, that's my money.

Who do you think you're talking to? I am
not some putz just off the caribou farm.

I'm from New York City.

I've walked 42nd Street at midnight and
taken the Lexington Avenue line at 2am.

I have stiffed cabbies.

So don't try this strong-armed cowboy
crap on me, cos it won't do squat!

Nooo!

So, anyway, after med school,

Elaine and I moved into her place
so I could finish my residency.

Elaine is from Brooklyn, Canarsie.
You're from...

- Grosse Pointe.
- Michigan, right.

Grosse Pointe. Isn't that
an ugly name for a rich city?

So you left college and came here
with the mountain climber...

He was a graduate student,
writing a book on climbing.

The book, right. Mountain of something...

Mountain of my Misgiving.

Something funny about that?

So what happened to him,
up there on the mountain?

He never actually climbed it. He left.

He dumped you?

No, he didn't dump me,
not that it's any of your business.

He happened to be wildly in love with me.

- You got cold feet, huh?
- No, I didn't get cold feet.

I liked him OK, I just didn't... love him.

OK?

Besides...

- He's dead.
- Dead?

Dead, as in deceased?

- Ooh.
- What do you mean, "ooh"?

I didn't kill him.

We were on a glacier.
I take a hike.

He decides to take a nap... and froze.

- What?
- You have the reddest lips I've ever seen.

I mean, Elaine has red lips, but
I don't think I've ever seen lips that red,

except maybe on a birthday balloon.

You're drunk.

Not only that, but
do you realise you're pretty?

Not great-looking, but you are
definitely pretty, in a clean sort of way.

- I'll get the check.
- Not only that...

Morning.

Where am I?

Maggie's.
She had a mail run this morning.

- Do you mind if I...?
- No, help yourself.

Who are you?

Rick.

She left the keys to her truck.

She didn't think you'd feel like
jogging into town today.

The bed I slept in last night is
the same bed Maggie slept in?

No. We sleep in the other room.

Oh.

Oh.

Hey, Marilyn.

This is the last time I'm gonna
have to tell you this. There is no job.

Would you please stop smiling at me?
You're constantly smiling at me.

- What is he doing here?
- She did it again.

For God's sakes!
What did she use on you, a steak knife?

Swiss army. She snuck up behind me.
If I didn't bury the gun I'd be dead by now.

- Give me the keys, Walter. It's my truck.
- Who are you?

- Over my dead body.
- Six's wife.

- If that's the way you want it, Walter...
- Hey, hey!

- What's the problem here?
- Him. He's the problem.

You've gnawed through my nerves
like a rat through plaster, and I've had it.

- Lay it off on me!
- I'm gonna finish you!

- Come on, you wanna do it? Let's do it!
- Quiet! This is my office!

People get sick, people get shot, people
get hurt, I don't have a problem with that.

Believe me,
I wouldn't have it any other way.

You know how close you came
to killing this man?

If you hadn't hit his scapula
or bounced off a rib,

you might have
punctured his aorta or a lung.

With really bad luck, you might have
hit the muscle, strangling his heart.

If that didn't finish him off,
you might have severed his spinal cord,

leaving him belly-up
like a bug on its back.

I had no idea it was this complicated.

Well, it is.

So I ask you again: What has this man
done to deserve a cardiac tamponade?

- I'm invisible...
- I told you...

I've tried kindness, I've tried crying,

I've tried... laughter.

I'm at the end of my rope, Walter.

If I don't kill you,
I don't know what I'm gonna do.

- Number nine?
- Number six.

I don't listen to her because
no matter what I do, it's wrong.

She doesn't want me to drink in bed,
I don't drink in bed.

She doesn't like me with the guys,

and then she complains
I'm home too much.

So I've tuned her out.

Well, what are we gonna do now?

As far as I can tell,
we have three ways to go.

Divorce, separation, or you can
start talking to one another.

How many hands do I see for divorce?

Separation?

Well, then...

Is that a phone?

That is definitely a telephone.

Well, start talking.

What?

Elaine! No, I know I'm not in Anchorage.

Why am I in Cicely, Alaska? Long story.
I promise I'll explain when I get back.

The most important thing
is what my contract says.

Uh-huh?

Huh.

And if I leave?

$10,000 or 18 years in jail.

And 18 years in jail?!

They're still talking.

I'll stitch him up.

No.

It's OK, I'll do it.

Good golly, Miss Molly

Sure likes a ball

When you're rockin' and a-rollin'

Did you hear your momma call?

All right!

The town of Cicely wants
to welcome all of you

to the ninth annual Arrowhead County
Summer Wonderland Festival.

We'd especially like to welcome
our friends from Middlechurch,

who came here to celebrate with us -
that's 300 miles away as the crow flies.

Hello, Dr Fleischman.

Mooseburger or caribou dog?

Mooseburger.

And I'm proud to be here
to celebrate that fact!

You all have a really good time. Sit back,
enjoy the food, drink and fellowship,

and have a hell of a good time!

North to the future!

What time is it in New York City now?

It's around midnight.

So I guess maybe you and your fianc?e'd
be coming back from a movie about now.

Maybe stop by a little caf?
for a cup of espresso,

pick up the Sunday edition
of the New York Times,

and some fresh, hot bagels
for breakfast tomorrow.

Sounds about right.

How do you know about bagels?

Oh, I saw Manhattan.
I think Woody's a genius.

Maurice?

I got nothin' to say to you, Maurice.

But I'm sayin' it anyway.

How's she doin'?

She's fine.

I miss you, Maurice.
I miss you bein' around.

Things kinda got turned upside-down.

Gravity.

It keeps you rooted to the ground.

In space, there's not any gravity.

You just kind of leave your feet
and go floatin' around.

Is that what it's like, Holling?

What?

Bein' in love.

How do you like the mooseburger?

- Little gamy.
- Well, you'll get used to it.

The dream is gone I thought was mine

There's nothing left for me to do

But cry over you

Well, I never felt
more like singin' the blues

Cos I never thought that I'd ever lose

Your love, dear

You got me singin' the blues