Northern Exposure (1990–1995): Season 5, Episode 22 - Grand Prix - full transcript

Tach it up, race fans. Chris
here with a trackside update.

Eight days and counting till
Sunday's starting pistola...

in a grueling contest of man
and machine versus Mr. Clock...

in what promises to be the der
Nüburgring of wheelchair racing.

I've already seen some tour busses coming in
- people wantin'to see these superb athletes.

Got the winner of this
year's Boston marathon here,

the winner of the Atlanta Peachtree.

And we've got some losers here, too,
people. But that's what makes a horse race.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

All righty.



Hi. Sorry I'm late.

I'm starved. Special's rabbit cacciatore.

Lester Haynes is building a new
house. I know. With an indoor pool.

That's just to start. He's building
3,300 square feet of kitchen alone.

"Concert hall quality"
stereo system throughout.

And guess who's going to
wire it up? Neil Nasmith?

Wrong. He fired Neil. I was just
there. Lester wants me to do it.

That's good. This is the
biggest job I ever had.

For the first time, I'm
the man with the plan.

It's nice. It's financial security.

Yeah, makes you want to
think about the future.

You know, I could get a new place.

I mean, a bigger place.

So, uh, what brings you to Cicely?



Um, the marathon.

Right. Uh, sorry. I'm just a
little preoccupied right now.

Yeah, well, uh, I've got the best
training program I've ever had, Ed.

And finally I've got a racing
chair that I have confidence in.

But I came down with
this stupid tennis elbow.

Bad timing. Yeah. Maurice's new race
doctor put her on, uh, corticosteroids.

Uh, and Naprosyn
- the same things I was given at the sports medicine institute in Seattle.

But the meds never cut it.

If this elbow costs me a
few hundredths of a second,

I'm sitting there with bronze
or silver around my neck.

And I'm not really into base metals. Wow.

Ed, hey, is there anything you can do?

Listen, I'm a firm believer
in alternative medicine.

No, it's not that. It's just-

Well, see, the whole
" shamaneering" thing-

I don't think it's something
I can get into right now.

See, I've got this script- the
shaman low-budget picture thing...

I've been trying to set up
for about six months now.

And, well, turns out the new Steven
Seagal picture, On Deadly Ground-

It has some of the
same action beats in it.

I just got my fourth rejection. As
you can see, I got a lot of work to do.

Wait a minute. What about a poultice?
Like Leonard always talks about.

I
- I don't know.

Maybe mugwort in a topical application.

We want to thank The Brick
for providing this tasty meal.

It is with a sense of
great pride and humility...

that we welcome these superb athletes
from all over the face of the globe.

Names such as France's Marc Pettier...

and our two-time national
champion- Cliff Zweibel.

In order to pamper these dynamos...

while our own Joel Fleischman
is, uh, north of the 60,

I have brought in Grant Saperstein,

M. D., F. A. C. S., from L. A.

Now, many of my friends
and acquaintances...

have come to me and
asked, "Maurice Minnifield,

why are you an advocate
for wheelchair athletics?"

As some of you know,

I had an accident a few months
ago that landed me in a wheelchair.

I learned firsthand the
stupidity and inconvenience...

of having inaccessible business
establishments and thoroughfares.

It seems like your range of
motion is maybe a little better.

But the smell just gets worse. Oh. Uh-

That-That's the gray fox doody.

What? Well, just a smidgen,
kind of as an emulsifier.

...you people- with your
grit, determination and skill-

will do for Cicely.

To the athletes.

Hey, Lester. Who'd you have to bribe
to get this past the plan check?

Oh, Maurice. To what do I owe the honor?

Oh, you don't owe an
honor. You owe the bank.

Well, not exactly, Maurice. Not exactly.

What, you going out of
pocket on this thing?

Well, right now, I'm going out of my mind.

Building and Safety
- If these guys had a nickel for every nit they pick,

heck, they could afford
a place just like this.

I see you favor a small master.

Oh, no. The master's back
there. This is the observatory.

That's how come there's no roof members.

It's gonna have all-steel framing here
'cause the ceiling's gonna slide away.

I've got a couple hundred pounds
of Zeiss glass gonna sit right here.

Really?

Can you imagine the power
this place is gonna pull?

And here's the guy who's
making it all possible for me.

Ted. Hey, Maurice.

I was dyin' before Mr. Banks came around.

This guy is putting in a
reverse synchro something-

Well, you tell him, Ted. It's
a reverse synchrons generator.

Improves power from 0.8 to 1.0.

And I'm gonna be completely
independent of government utilities.

Damn.

Hey, what's up, Ed? Hey, Sam.

I don't wanna talk to a paralegal.
I wanna talk to the lawyer himself.

Uh, all right. I gotta go. I gotta go.

Ed? Ed Chigliak?

Dr. Saperstein. Ed, wait up a second.

There's something I gotta ask you. Uh-

Did you prescribe a mugwort
poultice for Kim Greer?

That's right.

Listen, I have a great respect for,
uh, non-Western, indigenous medicines.

Tao, chakras
- all that stuff.

And listen, this masseuse at Bally's
gave me an acupressure massage-

really relieved my sciatica.

Huh. Neat. Well, neat, yes.

But my point is, you really can't interfere with a
course of treatment I've undertaken with a patient, right?

Well, isn't everybody
entitled to a second opinion?

Absolutely. Second, third, if there's
the slightest doubt about a diagnosis.

Unfortunately, that's not the case
with Kim's medial epicondylitis.

Which is what tennis elbow is. Ah.

Tennis elbow does not
respond to... mugwort.

To be honest with you, Ed, I don't
know that the heck mugwort is.

Anyway, the patient's point
tenderness distal to the epicondyle...

shows some relief with
the one-percent lidocaine.

Which coincidentally proves
my differential diagnosis.

Yeah, but, uh, the pain keeps coming back.

So far. But things aren't
helped by a topical ointment,

which has caused a secondary
dermatitis running clear up the arm.

Uh, that's a rash.

Let's cut to the chase. Ed, are you
covered by malpractice insurance?

No. Uh, didn't think I needed it.

Hmm. Well, Kim came to me, and-

Patients turn on you, Ed. Like that.

Yesterday's savior is tomorrow's Mengele.

I know whereof I speak.

Why do you think I'm in
Alaska as race physician?

I was partner in one of the top plastic surgery and
maxillofacial practices on the West Side of Los Angeles.

I lost it
- everything. Boom.

That's all they left me.

Wow.

And was it my fault? I told her repeatedly
- " Wear a hat. "

Damn.

We just can't seem to get
past that brick wall at 24.31.

I thought you guys had the chair
that finally eliminated frame flex.

You mean that was flexing on you? Yeah.

What the hell is happening here? I
don't know. Hop out. Let me take a look.

Tubular chrome-moly fork,

leveraged steering, custom
aluminum " V" cage design.

Carbon-fiber wheels.

I wonder if I made a wrong turn here.

Well, if it is a mistake, it's Mike's.

He invented the Minnifield
ZX1000. Yeah, and I invested in it.

It seemed like such a
no-brain idea back in rehab.

I mean, there's so many spinal cord
injuries surviving these days...

that, uh wheelchair athletics
is a growth industry.

I mean, it's not the
microchip, but we can expand.

We could manufacture skis
for able-bodied people.

Or mountain bikes. What?

Does your enthusiasm
for wheelchair sports...

have even the teensiest bit to do
with that article in Alaska Business...

that said Minnifield Communications had
bailed out on its employee health plan?

Listen, Cliff. I've been
wantin' to talk to you.

That bandana
- Do you intend to wear that in the race?

It's better than a sunburned forehead.

It doesn't present the proper
image for Team Minnifield.

You look more like Long John
Silver than a wholesome athlete.

Well, he was a crip.

You listen.

When George Steinbrenner sends
his team out on the field,

nobody's wearing a bandana.

Nobody's wearing a bowler.
Nobody's wearing a do-rag.

They are all wearing the official
New York Yankees baseball cap.

Do you understand that?

You.

Edski! What up?

- What are you doing here?
- I hope you don't mind.

Your heater vent was open, so I came in.

Hey, you know, that
Bettie Serveert is dope!

You want a sandwich?

I suppose it'd be too much
trouble for you to shut my fridge.

Hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just thought maybe you'd like to
join me in a little celebration here.

It's a red-letter day for me. Why?

Why? Because you're not
gonna cure that girl's elbow.

How do you know about her?

The poultice didn't work,

and neither did the healing stories.

I mean, that
- that was laughable.

What do you want from me?
Ed. Nothing's gonna work, Ed.

And you wanna know why? No.

Let me tell you.

Well, first of all, you're a
terrible shaman. That's why.

And " B," your patient
has to win at all costs.

You see, Ed, you're dealing with
the demon of external validation.

And I'm here to tell ya, doc,

you can't beat external validation.

You want to know why?

It's because it feels so good.

You're trying to get me to not help Kim.

I care bubkes about Kim, Ed.

I'm your demon-
low self-esteem.

You're just making it worse for her, Ed.

Every time you go at her with a poultice,

you feed her need to
be admired from without.

You reinforce her wish
to compulsively compete...

while simultaneously
undermining her confidence.

Get out.

Oh. Okay.

This is me leavin'.

You can shout at me all you want, Ed.

But External Validation-

He's gonna grind you up like a bug.

He eats guys like you with
low self-esteem as tapas.

Tapas.

It's open.

Hey. Maggie's not here. Oh, that's okay.

Actually, I just came by
to see how you were doin'.

I'm now six seconds behind my time,

my arm feels like it's on fire,

and Heidi Beck had her fastest
practice run ever yesterday.

There's some good news though.

Could you get me that
envelope right there?

Oh, you read it. All right.

Uh.

"Dear Kim Greer, this is to tell you that
you have been named Athlete of the Year"-

Hey. "... by Miss
Andrews's third-grade class.

Rudy Perpich Elementary School,
Blooming Prairie, Minnesota. "

Isn't that sweet? They read
about me in Sports 'N Spokes.

I don't know how they knew I was here.

External validation.

A little of that never hurts, huh?

No, I mean, that's the problem, Kim.

What's the problem? You want to win.

Yeah. So?

See, that's all you're thinking about
- is winning.

You're confirming your sense of
self-worth through outward reward...

instead of through inner appreciation.

Ed, you sound like a daytime talk show.

No, I tell you, Kim.

That is your demon
- external validation.

Mine is low self-esteem.

So who am I to be telling you what to do?

I should probably just shout my mouth.

Huh?

Thing is, Kim, maybe you should just lay off
the arm for a while, not even run this race.

Ed, that's nuts. Come on.

Besides, I could never drop out
now, disappoint kids like those.

There are so few role models around.

Oh, boy. What?

See, Kim,

even if your arm gets better...

and even if you win, it's
never gonna be enough.

You're always gonna get hung up
on that next trophy or plaque.

You're never gonna get enough validation.

And you're never gonna feel
like a winner... even if you win.

Ed, there is nothing
wrong with wanting to win.

It's what drives an athlete-

the competitive spirit,
the need to be number one.

That's a healthy instinct.

All right. Catch you later.

Ted, how are you doin'
today? Haulin' butt, boss.

Great. Listen, Roman had a notion
on the indoor pool. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. We, uh, flop the changing
room with theJacuzzi. Flop them?

Yeah. He smartly pointed
out nobody noticed...

that theJacuzzi room is twice
as big as the changing room.

Then I thought, " What the heck?" The changing
room has the better view, which it doesn't need.

Well, I already wired the
rooms according to plan.

I put the breaker in just yesterday.

So my family and I-

We're in theJacuzzi and we're lookin'
at the back of the garage. Great.

Well, I could rip it all out and rewire.

Well, you know, blueprints
are just that. Yeah.

Listen, why don't, uh, you come
up to the old place tonight?

A few of my friends
- evenings, we get together in my den.

Houseboy makes Filipino barbecue,

and we talk hunting and watch the Sonics.

Wow. That'd be great. Well,
you don't have plans, do you?

Well, no, not really.

Good. I'll see you there.

Hi. Come in.

What's the matter?

I can't have dinner.

How come?

Lester wants me to come up to his current
house and go over some stuff or something.

I made Cornish hens.

What can I do?

He wants you to work at night too?

Meet some people or somethin'.

I don't know what his problem is.

I just started workin' for this guy.
What am I supposed to say to him?

"I have plans" or " Can we
talk about this tomorrow?"

Do you think I want to sit around with
a bunch of guys eating Filipino food-

whatever the heck that is
- and B. S.'ing about the building trades...

when I can be here having a nice
dinner, playing Pictionary later?

Oh, boy.

This is just what I needed today.

See, look. Right here.
Look at your body position.

Mike'll tell you you got to tuck in.

I think, Maurice, he was
deliberately easing up.

Hmm.

I knew there wasn't anybody on me.

What's happenin' here, guy? How come
you're not drafting Pettier, number 27?

I couldn't get him in front of me, so I
decided to forget strategy and just hammer.

Mmm.

Excuse me, Maurice, but what's the sum
total of your wheelchair-pushing experience-

from the nurses' station to the head?

And you're gonna tell me how to win races?

Watch the footage, dude. I'm stronger.

When I take my pulls, Pettier's and Hordyke's
stroke rates go right through the roof.

- Yeah, but are you visualizing victory, son?
- Maurice, I won the race.

Winning is a given.

You've got a chance here to set a new
record for the 26.2 in the Cicely Sunrise.

That is the kind of aura
that the Minnifield ZX needs.

So anyway, Myra and I are
going through the museum.

Beautiful tapestries everywhere.
And her feet are killin' her.

Jimmy, turn that down, will you, please?

So she goes down, and she
sits down on the staircase.

The guard looks over at
her, you know, very sternly,

down his nose, you know?

Madame, ce n'est pas un cinéma.

Yeah. " This is not a movie theater. "

Now, is that not the French?
Madame, ce n'est pas un cinéma.

Well, that's gonna do me. I
have to work in the morning.

Yeah, I'd better bag it too.

You'll ream me if I don't complete
that sale for you by tomorrow.

Again. I'll see ya.

Good night, Ted. Good night, Julian.

Good night, everybody.

Is this an original Warhol?

Hmm? Yeah.

Wow. A real Warhol.

I had a real good time. Yeah, it was fun.

Mm-hmm. I didn't know
Filipino people ate okra.

You know, I wonder what it's
like to be, you know, really rich.

What do you mean?

Well, like, uh, Armand Hammer,
you know. Somebody like that.

Oh, right. Yeah, to never
have to worry about money.

To never have to ask yourself, "Gee,
I wonder what this is gonna cost. "

Those people here tonight-

Every single one of them
is taking a percentage.

I mean, it's draining.

How can I ever expect
to accumulate anything?

And three and one.

You in the bathrobe-

Okay. And again. Here we go.

Crank it up. Burn, baby, burn!

Come on now! Whoo!

That's fabulous!

Well, hello. Hi.

Oh. Uh, sorry to disturb you.

I was following a little
green man, but I lost him.

He moved his trailer recently. I
don't know which side of the camp.

Are you all right?

Mariangela's passed out
in the back bedroom again.

She turned my sister's
birthday party into a-

a twisted simulacrum of a celebration.

Well, I'd better be going. I've
gotta find External Validation.

I provided that for her
for the first few years.

Now it's-
it's as if-

Well, good-bye.

Are you sure you don't wanna come
in? I got a pitcher of margaritas.

Nice Beemer.

Hey. Get away from the car.

External Validation? Yeah.

Here. Now get out. Oh, no.

I'm here for Kim Greer.

Oh, yes.

You're Chigliak, aren't
you? Low self-esteem.

Ed. What's your name?

Oscar Pulitzer.

Well, I'm here because Kim's my patient.

You have to love and respect
her so much, don't you?

She's one of my best customers.

I want you to leave her alone.

Her parents were driven.

High achievers, demanding,
no introspection.

Kim started chasing me when she was
seven, when she took up the clarinet.

We're made for each other.

And what God has brought together,
let no shaman put asunder.

All right then.

What's this?

You're gonna fight me? For Kim? Yes, I am.

Let's get it on. Okay, bud.

Ed. Ed. Ed.

What's wrong with you, man?

Has your brain turned to onion
dip? I'm not listening to you.

So you're gonna fight Oscar, huh?
He's gonna dance all over your face.

- Tell him what degree black belt you are. Go on. Tell him.
- Who can count 'em?

I can't back down. I'm her shaman.

Remember eighth grade?
Bob Scaligieri? Huh?

One shot to the jewels!

You were down, rollin' around.

And all in front of your girlfriend.

Let's go.

The grove? Let's do it.

Brewed up a pot of decaf.
Anybody care for a cup? Great.

What are those? These?

My lucky shoes.

You're not gonna wear 'em in
the race, are you? Well, yeah.

I'd rethink that if I
were you. What do you mean?

Here.

Try these puppies on.

Why? Because I wanna see how they look.

You're wearin' them in the marathon.

Maurice, hello. I don't even need shoes.

I only wear these 'cause
of an old superstition.

I'm certainly not wearing
those. Why the hell not?

I'm riding with my lucky shoes, just
like I've done in every race since '87.

Mm-mmm. No, you're not.

I prenegotiated a deal with Reebok.

I can't believe you sold the
advertising space on my feet.

What about the back of the chair? You're
not gonna leave that blank, are you?

BullFrog Sunblock.

Forget it.

You wear 'em if you want.

Look, son, you'd better wake
up and smell the Gatorade.

I hate to be the one to break it to you,

but sports... is business.

And promotion is what
stokes the whole machine.

I'm a pragmatist.

I've got an I. Q. above room temperature,

but I've never seen anybody as
anal about this stuff as you are.

I'm in venture capital, and
I'm in it to come out on top.

I'm not asking you to
wear cigarette signage,

but you are riding for Reebok.

Now, I own that chair. I've
been payin' your expenses,

and if I want to recoup a
little bit, I will recoup.

Ready for lunch?

I tried to call you at
work, but you left already.

Uh-oh. I have to stay.

Dr. Saperstein isn't
familiar with the staff.

And he's kind of upset. Why?

Uh, something clawed through the
top of his convertible last night.

Well, there goes our six-month
anniversary celebration. Yeah.

Am I late? I'm really sorry.

Mm-mmm.

Good. One of the sponsors choppered us up to the
top of the glacier to the east to do some extreme.

I couldn't pass it up.

Buddies of mine skied glacier at Chamonix.

Eh! Your snow is very wet.

Um, Dr. Saperstein, this is Ted Banks.

Hey, Ted. Hi.

So I'll just get changed,
and, uh, we'll get to it.

I wanna show you somethin'. What?

- For me?
- Of course that's for you.

Wow. That's nice.

- I almost didn't wanna give it to you.
- Why not?

- It's plain.
- Well, it's simple, but it's pretty.

And it's the thought that counts.

- Great.
- Oh, what'd I say?

I wanted to get you something nice.

I didn't wanna get you
some cheap bracelet...

and pretend it's the same as diamonds.

It's not the same.

And it's not the thought
that counts. Things count too.

Well, not to me.

I always said to myself
that money doesn't matter.

But that's because I know
I'm never gonna have it,

so I don't let it matter.

But you see nice stuff, and you want it.

Everybody wants it.

I wish you hadn't stopped by.

Ed?

Ed?

Ed. Are you all right?

Ed. Hey.

Are you okay?

Hey, are these your pajamas?

We found them in the
middle of Main Street.

Mrs. Grippo ran over them with her truck.

Mrs. Grippo? Yeah.

Oh. Can you get up?

Can you
- Can you get up, Ed? I think you need to see a doctor.

All right? Come on.

Let's just try. Golly.

You all right?

Boy, your electrolyte levels are way down.

You're showing signs of
severe dehydration. Ed?

Can you remember what you were doing
in the street at night without clothes?

I gotta get back and work on my script.

Ed. Ed. Where were you?

Oh, that's Coffee Pot Mountain
- the Inupiaq name.

Without cold-weather gear? Ed, when?

For three days and three nights.

Ed, for heaven's sake, you
were in the store yesterday.

I was? Uh-huh.

You-Your stack of juice oranges
kept collapsing. Remember?

I went out to the crossroads.

This power spot. Crossroads?

What, like in those blues songs?

Ed! What are you talking about?

Need to get him on a glucose-sodium drip.

I. V.? Really?

Ed? He'll be okay.

Boy.

Ed.

Oh, there you are. Hiya, boss.

I'm goin' down to the stables, and I'll be
back about 4:00 for a meeting with the borough.

Oh, do you have horses? Yeah,
I got a few. Quarter horses.

I'd like to have more, but
it's a sore point with Myra.

She says they're a money pit.

But that's because she
doesn't like them. Mmm.

You know what I think
it is? She resents me.

No way. Yeah.

Listen, does a person get where I'm at...

by going to endless meetings at
their kids' school every night?

You married? No. I have a girlfriend.

Uh-huh, and how does she
feel about your career?

I mean, does she ever complain
because you work too hard?

Ever try to make you feel guilty about it?

A little, yeah. Yeah.

"'Twas ever thus. "

Uh, Lester. Yeah.

Before you go, uh, this is the
bill on Mrs. Haynes's studio.

Wait a minute. I'm a little
confused. Wh-What's this figure here?

Uh, that's the labor.
That's the cost of labor?

I'm a little surprised here.
Did you do the work yourself?

Well, I kicked down the
rough-in to Buddy Talleksen.

And that's the lowest figure
you could get out of Buddy?

Well, yeah.

But what about your commission?

What do you mean?

I'm just blue-skying here,
but is there some relief there?

Relief? You want me to cut my commission?

Um, I don't know. Look, maybe
I shouldn't have said that,

but... I thought we had a bond.

Oh, you-you mean, like, the
Native American discount.

Well, yes, if that's how
you choose to describe it.

Listen, I work with my
people whenever I can.

What about Neil Nasmith?

Well, Neil's gone, isn't he?

Just like Custer.

Oh. Well, I'll
- I'll work with these numbers.

Okay. I'll see you later.

Chris in the Mornin' T. C.'ing
some racing "B" in a flash.

Ruth-Anne Miller still has Sunrise
Marathon sweats and T's, plus sun visors.

They're priced to go. Also for you
athletes runnin' the race tomorrow,

she's havin' a special on WD-40.

Get this. Oddsmakers are giving even money
on relative newcomer Kim Greer's chances...

against the one-woman
Panzer battalion-

Germany's Heidi Beck,
in the women's division.

Good luck, ladies. Let's avoid a pile-up.

This just in. Spectator parking's now
available at Maurice Minnifield's pear orchard.

That's 12 bucks a day for cars,
20 for R. V.'s and campers.

That does not- repeat-
not include water hookup.

Ed. Ed.

Ed?

How you doin'?

Oh.

Well, Dr. Saperstein had you
on a glucose drip all morning.

He sent you home with these
prescription high-nutrient drinks.

Hmm? I'm gonna make you some soup.

Kim-

I'm gonna come right to the point here.

Physically, your elbow's not
as bad as you think it is.

You're thinking about my elbow still?

I tried to fight External
Validation for you, Kim.

He's just too tough.

You gotta fight him yourself.
I can't do it for you.

See, Kim,

your head is telling you that
you've gotta be number one...

or you have no identity.

But your heart is telling you
something completely different,

and it's talking to your elbow.

Yeah, but, Ed, she really wants
to be number one. No, Maggie.

It's just that, well,

what if she comes in number two?

Well, then she's number two.

No, it's not "Well,
then she's number two. "

My whole family will be there. My friends.

Like the clarinet, Kim.

Did I tell you about my clarinet?

You quit.

You gave up all that music
because your Cousin Gina...

was the lead singer in a garage band.

And you just knew there was no
way you could compete with that.

I put in that call over
an hour and a half ago.

Yeah, yeah.

Everything is going along fine.

Then I came down here tonight,

and my Romanée-Conti was the
temperature of bath water.

You fried the compressor.

Oh, no. You're kiddin' me.

I don't kid on double time.

No wonder it overheated.

You're supposed to vacuum the
coils at least three times a year.

I told Chigliak that. Yeah, Chigliak.

Hmm.

Well, you're, uh, workin'
for Lester Haynes, huh?

Yep.

I wonder how much that phantasmagoria
out there he's building's worth.

I wonder how much it cost
him. You got any idea?

- No.
- Wonder what the overruns are costing.

Brand-new unit.

But you got the house on
the hill, so what the hey.

What are you beefin' about?
I'm the one payin' for it.

There you go. Man, you guys.

You wanna know how much
he's spendin' up there?

I'll tell you
- a half a mil on his wife's studio alone.

But he wants me to cut him a discount.

Of course he does. That's
his function in life.

Function.

His function. Where's the joke?

How do you think he
amassed all that wealth?

- I guess I expected more.
- Well, that was your mistake, wasn't it?

I expected taste and class or-

or an elevated way of conducting himself.

Like Louis XV orJoe Kennedy Sr.?

Well, no.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

A man named Fitzgerald
said it pretty well.

"The rich are different.
They have more money. "

Good night, Ted.

Try not to do any loud hammering.

Can I have your attention, please?

We have a lost child-

Now, remember. Tuck in. You're welcome.

- No. Tuck. Tuck.
- Oh. Yes.

And don't go all out on Heartbreak Hill.

Are you understanding
anything I'm saying to you?

Well, just do the best you can.

Hey, I read about this kid
Soong. He's fast, but he's raw.

What happened to Zweibel?
This guy's better.

If you say so. He's the new generation.

Besides, Las Vegas is
givin' me 3- to-1 on Pettier.

So no matter how it comes
out, I'm a winner, right?

Wait a second.

You have money on the other
guy the whole time, huh?

Downside protection.
Oh, man, you're too much.

3- to-1 on
Pettier? Yeah.

Where do I get that action?

Ah.

Hey, Ed. Up and around, huh?

Yeah. I'm not up to writing yet though.

How's your elbow? You know, it's better.

I was just telling Dr. Saperstein.

I'm not pain free, but my
range of motion's much improved.

I slept almost all night.

The prednisone finally
kicked in. I don't know.

Things only eased up after I
changed my visualization techniques.

- Based on what Ed said.
- What Ed said?

Mm-hmm. About the coffee?

What coffee? "Umpak" or somethin'.

- Coffee Pot Mountain.
- Sorta.

Common sports methodology
- You visualize your goals.

I have a chance at a
personal best in this race.

That's that I tried focusing
on. We'll see what happens.

Well, good. A lot like, um, those
motivational techniques they use in golf.

Inner golf.

I guess that can work, but as far as
effecting a big reversal of any kind-

Inner golf. So you tell
yourself a healing golf story?

No, no. That's the point. It's not
about healing. It's about putting.

Go! Go! Go!

Whoo! Whoo!

Mmm. Good. It's the Colonel.

I'm, uh
- I'm sorry how I've been,

you know, wrecking our
anniversary and everything.

Mmm, that's okay.

You know, workin' for Lester
- Man, it hasn't been good for my frame of mind.

I know.

You know what's funny. He depresses me.

You know, the guy has all that
money and all that beautiful land,

and the guy depresses you.

He's sad. Sad?

Mmm. Homesick. He's lost
touch with the old ways.

Chief Seattle said,

"How can you sell the air?"

Lester can't really own the land.

Seattle said,

"Our dead never forget the
beautiful world that gave them being.

"They still love its winding rivers,

"its great mountains
and sequestered vales.

"And they watch, in
the tenderest affection,

"over the lonely hearted living...

and often return to
visit and comfort them. "