Phenomenon Page #9

and this grasp on science, and,

uh, you don't have a-a hand left

to grasp what's important.

- George. Now, George--

- lf l had to choose between

a tumor that got me here...

and some flash of light from

an alien craft, l'd choose the tumor.

l would, because

it's here, within us.

What l'm talking about

is the human spirit.

That's the challenge. That's the voyage.

That's the expedition.

You need to go now.

l need my rest,

and, uh, l wanna go home.

Hey, hey, hey. l tried to release

my patient. Now, what's going on?

- lt's done

- What's done?

- We didn't feel...

George Malley was

competent to make the decision.

He's a surgical patient now.

Oh, what did you tell the judge?

That you could save him?

l might prolong his life, yes.

Bullshit.

lf he were rational, he'd say yes.

You know he would.

Now l know why you guys wear masks.

Yeah, if it was light enough,

he could've been blowing

on it with his breath.

You know, he could

have had a string.

So thin, you know, like, uh, catgut.

l mean, he could've had it

on his finger and on the glasses

and he could have made it move that way.

Don't you think he, he could've

uh, thrown s-somethin'

at that mirror somehow?

- We-We just didn't see it?

- No way.

That quake could've

been a coincidence.

He just thought he knew stuff.

l mean s-s-- he just studied

harder on the Spanish.

That's all. lt's not like

he really knew stuff.

Just studied hard at chess

and made us think he was changin', but--

You know, he never

really changed at all.

Ain't that right, Doc?

l mean, he never

really got any smarter.

Doc?

Banes?

How's your lady love?

We, uh, we broke up.

Oh, really? That's too bad.

Yeah. Now, George, he's got a love at

his side, and she's stickin' with him.

You know why?

Because he bought her chairs.

That's pretty smart to me.

You ever buy Lisa's chairs?

God, Doc's really drunk tonight. God.

Every woman has her chairs, something

she needs to put herself into, Banes.

You ever figure out what

Lisa's chairs were and buy 'em?

Nope.

But you're right about one thing.

George never changed.

Never. No, never.

Doc's makin' no sense tonight.

Yeah. Maybe he

caught it from George.

- Now, goddam it, Doc!

- Why do you have to tear him down?

What are you so afraid of?

What have you got to lose?

He wasn't selling anything.

He didn't want anything from anybody!

He wanted nothing from nobody.

Nothing! Nothing!

And you people have to tear him down

so you can sleep better tonight?

So you can prove that the world is flat

and sleep better tonight. Am l right?

l'm right.

To hell with all of you.

To hell with every one of you.

Hey, George. How ya doin'?

There ya go.

- Drink up.

- All right.

Good job.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't take

the pudding. That's the good part.

Hey, is Cal around?

Sure. You wanna see him?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Okay.

- Hey, dude.

- Hey, man.

- How's it goin'?

- All right.

Can you stay for a few minutes?

Sure.

- Saved you some pudding again.

- Oh, what a buddy.

l love this stuff.

Night, dude.

Hey, Doc. You seen him?

- Seen who? What?

- George Malley. He's out.

He sneaked out.

We're lookin' all over for him.

- He's out?

- Yeah, he flew the coop.

Nobody knows where he is.

l heard it on the radio.

Flew the coop. Those FBl guys are

gonna have me drivin' around all night.

lf l gonna be home late again--

l want you to take these

and give them to Doc.

These l'm taking with me

because l haven't finished them yet.

They're for Doctor Ringold.

This l wrote for you, Nate.

lt's-- lt's about soils, and, uh,

some of my own thoughts.

- Your thoughts?

- Yeah.

- l could drive you, George.

- No. No, Nate, it's too chancy.

You can make it, man.

- Nate.

- George.

L.

Oh.

Oh.

l'll get it.

Now you put the top on it.

Attaboy.

- Leave me alone.

- Do it, Al.

That tight enough?

Why don't you do it once more?

- Go ahead.

- Okay.

There you go.

Good. Now you fixed it.

What?

You came here to die, didn't you?

But l'm-- l like this place,

and, um, l love the people here.

You know, if, if we were to,

uh, to put this apple down...

and leave it, it would be spoiled

and gone within a few days.

But if we were to take

a bite of it like this,

it would become part of us,

and we could take it with us forever.

Al-- Everything...

is on its way to somewhere.

Everything.

That's a good bite.

Keep an eye out.

Have you seen George Malley,

Miss Pennamin?

What's the point?

Look, it's not my call.

l haven't seen him.

- You mind if l get in your truck?

- Why?

What's your first name?

Jack.

How would you want to die, Jack?

Come on. Let's go.

There you are.

l knew l'd find you here.

What are you working on?

Doctor Ringold's coming tomorrow,

and l just wanted to finish this up.

- Finish what?

- Ah, just some possibilities.

Hey, come sit by me.

Hmm?

You scared?

No.

l wish l knew what you feel.

Oh, you do.

You've always known it, Lace.

l'll show you. When your children

were babies, how did you hold them?

And if they had

a hard time sleeping,

and you had to rock them to sleep,

well, how did you do it?

See?

Hey, look what l made back there.

That looks like a bed.

Are you expecting to get lucky?

No, just hoping.

When the road gets dark

You can no longer see

Just let my love

throw a spark, baby

And have a little faith in me

And when the tears you cry

Are all you can believe

Just give these lovin' arms a try, baby

And have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

- Hey, l never kissed you there.

- Hmm, no.

- Keeping track?

- Mm-hmm.

You going to sleep?

Mm-hmm. Are you?

No. l don't want to sleep

unless you're sleeping,

and l don't wanna--

- Lace?

- What?

- Sweetheart.

- What?

- Honey, you have to listen to me now.

- What?

- lt's happening.

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

No. Wait, George, wait.

- No.

- And it's gonna be okay.

- George--

- lt's okay.

lt's gonna be okay.

Okay.

Goodbye, honey.

No.

Oh.

Hello. l'm John Ringold.

l'm here to see George Malley.

Oh, l'm sorry, John.

George Malley passed away last night.

l'm-- l'm sorry.

He left these for you.

He said they're not finished.

You'll have to do it.

l'll do my best.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

Thank you, sweetie.

- Nate, they'll be waiting for you.

- We're comin'. We're comin'.

## lf l could reach the stars

## Pull one down for you

## Shine it on my heart

## So you could see the truth

## That this love l have inside

- ## ls everything it seems

- Beautiful.

## But for now l find

## lt's only in my dreams

- lt's okay. lt's okay.

## But l can change the world

- Hey, Nate. Hey. Viola!

- How ya feelin'?

- You look beautiful.

- Alberto, come here.

- What am l gonna do with this?

## You would think my love

was really something good

## Baby, if l could change

- lt's not here. lt's not here.

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