The Majestic Page #2

Come on. What the hell?! Let me out!

Help!

Teddy, what you got there? Hey, Teddy.

I Knock it off! Get out of there!

What in Gods name--?

What in the hell happened to you, son?

-Im not exactly sure.

-You think you can sit up?

I could try.

Easy. Easy.

Easy. All right. Oh, my God.

Wait a minute.

Maybe you shouldnt stand.

Do you wanna try it? Great God.

Lordy, lordy, lordy.

What in the hell--?

The town is a fair piece down there.

Do you wanna try walking?

-Okay.

-You sure?

All right, take it easy.

Now, just go slow.

Go slow, damn it.

Oh, easy. Easy. Here, here.

-Use that. I think its clean.

-Thank you.

You know, you seem an odd bit

familiar to me.

Do I know you?

I dont know. Do you?

-Its so quiet.

-Yeah, well, its early yet.

Most folks are just waking up.

Its usually pretty quiet even then.

Thats Ernie Coles place.

Hes our druggist and mayor.

Lost two boys in the war.

Joe at Anzio and Willy at Bastogne.

-They were good boys, both of them.

-Theres so many.

All told, this town gave 62...

...of its young men to the war.

More than our share.

17 of them at Normandy alone.

Even got a letter from Roosevelt.

They commissioned this town

a war memorial.

Been in the basement of the town hall

for years now.

Folks never had the heart

to put it up.

Mabel over at that diner...

...her husband Max was killed

in action on Okinawa.

Say, son?

The woman does wonders with an egg.

-You hungry?

-Yes. Very.

Doc Stanton pops in every morning

on his way to the office.

Lets have breakfast while we wait.

Morning, Mabel.

-My gosh.

-Doc been by yet?

He should be along any moment.

Has there been an accident?

I found him down by the wash. He was

lying there like a landed trout.

Who is he?

Were still working on that.

The boy could use a meal.

Are those eggs spoken for?

-Harry, you mind?

-No, not at all. I can wait.

You trying to set a record?

-Its good.

-Like you could tell.

-Have you ever been in here before?

-Id remember these eggs.

-Its just that you look sort of--

-Familiar? I said the same thing.

Hello, Stan. Mabel.

My bear claw ready to go?

Theres someone you should

say hello to.

Hello, son.

-Howd that happen?

-I have no idea.

Perhaps you better come along with me.

Let me take a closer look at you.

-On my tab?

-Of course.

Food was wonderful. Thank you.

My pleasure.

Come again.

Watch your step, son.

Follow my finger. Just with your eyes.

Thats it.

Muriel, call the sheriff.

Tell him we could use him.

-Yes, doctor.

-So? Doc?

What do you think?

-I think he looks strangely--

-Familiar?

-Im getting that a lot lately.

-Thats what Mabel and I said.

-Vexing, isnt it?

-Aside from vexing, how am I?

You took a pretty good knock

on the head.

Good news is, youll live.

Go ahead and put your shirt--

Better yet-- Excuse me, Stan.

Take one of mine.

Big, but its clean.

Thats very kind. Thank you.

-Shes very pretty.

-Thats my daughter, Adele.

My pride and joy.

Charms the fish right

out of the river, she does.

Sorry, I didnt mean to stare.

Its just that your face

really does seem familiar.

Wish I could say the same thing.

Cecil! Cecil, listen to me.

Harry, you wanna give me a heart attack

right here?

-Theres a young man--

-I know, Im here to investigate.

Anything interesting

will be in the paper--

Listen to me! Its Luke.

You have no recollection

prior to waking up on our beach?

No idea who you are

or how you got here?

I remember a dog licking my face.

Before that...

...blank.

Theres someone who might be able

to shed light on this.

-Is it okay if I bring him in?

-Please.

It is you.

It is.

Oh, Luke. I never gave up hoping.

Youre alive! My boy! God!

My son.

Break it to her gently.

Sir?

-What did you say your name was?

-Harry.

Harry Trimble. And youre Luke.

Everybodys called you Luke

since you were a baby.

Where exactly are we going?

Where do you think, son?

Im taking you home.

You fellas have a good rest

of the day.

-If you need anything, call me.

-Bless you, Cecil, for everything.

What are we doing here?

This is it.

"Hem Jesti."

The Majestic.

A few of the letters are missing.

We live in a movie theater?

No. In the apartment above it.

Harry?

How long have I been gone?

Nine and a half years.

Nine and a half years?

That was high school.

You ran 11 touchdowns that season.

My mother?

You remember?

Just a guess.

-Shes beautiful.

-Yes, she was, rest her soul.

Im sorry. Its so much to take in.

Me blathering away like a fool.

Why dont I make some coffee?

Harry, why did you close The Majestic?

After the war, people here just

didnt feel like going to the movies.

Some moved away. Los Angeles...

...Sacramento, San Francisco.

You still take cream, no sugar?

Luke?

Just us, son.

-How long have I been asleep?

-Since yesterday.

You slept through the night

and most of this morning.

Id like to reintroduce you

to the staff of The Majestic.

-Irene Terwilliger, our candy lady.

-So glad to have you back, Luke.

Hes even more handsome now.

This is Emmett Smith,

our head usher and fix-it man.

Tell him about the watch.

One step at a time.

Lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Luke....

Fact is, weve been talking it over

while you slept, and....

Well, good news, son.

Now that youre back,

weve decided to reopen.

Reopen?

How hard can it be?

We fix the place up, sell tickets.

Harry. Look around.

-Its a dump.

-Told you so.

I am looking around,

and all I see is potential.

The place is ready to fall down. All

youd have to do is give it a shove.

Youre wrong. You are. I know

she doesnt look like much now...

...but once--

Once, this place was like a palace.

-Palace.

-Thats why we called her Majestic.

Any man, woman, child could buy

a ticket, walk in.

Here theyd be, here wed be.

Yes, sir. Yes, maam. Enjoy the show.

In theyd come, entering a palace.

Like a dream. Like in heaven.

Maybe you had worries and problems,

but once you came in...

...they didnt matter anymore.

And you know why?

Chaplin, thats why.

And Keaton, and Lloyd.

Garbo, Gable, and Lombard.

And Jimmy Stewart, Jimmy Cagney.

Fred and Ginger. They were gods!

And they lived up there.

That was Olympus.

We felt so lucky just to be here.

To have the privilege

of watching them.

This TV thing, why stay

home and watch a box?

Convenience? You dont have

to dress up, you can sit there?

You call that entertainment?

Alone in your living room?

Wheres the other people?

Wheres the audience?

Wheres the magic?

Ill tell you. In a place like this,

the magic is all around you.

The trick is to see it.

Luke...

...I think you loved The Majestic

even more than I did.

-Youve got to remember that.

-I dont.

It sounds crazy, but I promise

we can make this place like it was!

I dont know how it was.

Dont you get that?

-None of this means anything to me!

-It used to mean so much.

It doesnt. How can it?

Harry, I dont even know who I am.

No.

No.

Come with me.

Bobby Rilke. Red hair and freckles.

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