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?
Homer! 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.
What about worms? Don't the drops have worms?
Well, yeah, they got worms, Homer. That ain't nothin' but protein, man.
Jack?
What the hell is you doin', man?
Don't you know that cigarette's gonna ruin this whole batch of cider? I can't have that.
You gonna have to get that out of there. You're gonna have to go fishin', boy.
- 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.
Just say you're in the apple business 'cause that's the only business you wanna be in.
Hey, Jack! Listen, Jack! You don't wanna go in the knife business with Mr. Rose, man.
- What you wanna do? - Just tell him you're in the apple business!
- What you wanna do? What you want, man? - Jack!
- Tell him you in the apple business, boy! - 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'.
He kind of fast, 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.
Now you know and I know you don't go to nobody's jail for cuttin' a guy's clothes off.
Ain't that right? Rose Rose, ain't that right?
- Oooh. - Ain't that right, Homer?
- Easy, easy. Okay. Jus...
Aaah! God...
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?
Slowly, slowly, slowly. 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 favorite night at the orphanage. Movie night.
We'd all... We'd all race into the dining hall,
and, of course, everyone wanted 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.
You don't really watch the movie.
I would watch the movie.
Sorry, Fuzzy. It's Homer's splice again.
Fuzzy?
Fuzz?
If the little ones want to know what happened,
tell them that Fuzzy was adopted.
- Okay. - 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.
I think it was a nurse or a nanny 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.
So I think we should be happy for Fuzzy, okay?
He found a family. 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? - 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!
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.
Okay.
- 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.
Dear Dr. Larch, Thank you for your doctor's bag,
although it seems that I will not have the occasion to use it,
barring some emergency, of course.
I'm not a doctor.
With all due respect to your profession, I'm enjoying my life here.
I'm enjoying being a lobsterman and an orchardman.
In fact, I've never enjoyed myself as much.
The truth is, I want to stay here. I believe I'm being of some use.
I've looked at so many women,
and I've never...
I've never felt a thing, you know.
I mean, I've seen everything.
Just felt nothing.
With you, it, uh...
To look at you, it hurts.
Come here.
My dear Homer:
I thought you were over your adolescence...
the first time in our lives when we imagine we have...
something terrible to hide from those who love us.
- Homer? - Do you think it's not obvious to us what's happened to you?
You've fallen in love, haven't you?
By the way, whatever you're up to can't be too good for your heart.
Then again, it's the sort of condition that could be made worse by worrying about it,
so don't worry about it.
- Dear Dr. Larch:
What I'm learning here may not be as important as what I learned from you,
but everything is new to me.
Yesterday, I learned how to poison mice.
Field mice girdle an apple tree,: Pine mice kill the roots.
You use poison oats and poison corn.
I know what you have to do. You have to play God.
Well, killing mice is as close as I want to come to playing God.
Homer, here in St. Cloud's,
I have been given the opportunity of playing God...
or leaving practically everything up to chance.
Men and women of conscience should seize those moments...
when it's possible to play God.
There won't be many.
Do I interfere when absolutely helpless women...
tell me they simply can't have an abortion...
that they simply must go through with having another and yet another orphan?
I do not. I do not even recommend.
I just give them what they want.
You are my work of art, Homer.
Everything else has been just a job.
I don't know if you've got a work of art in you,
but I know what your job is: You're a doctor.
I'm not a doctor.
You're going to replace me.
The board of trustees is looking for my replacement.
I can't replace you. I'm sorry.
"Sorry"? I'm not sorry.
Not for anything I've done.
I'm not even sorry 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.
Oh.
Who is it?
Don't know.
It's Mr. Rose.
Hey!
- Hey, Homer. - Hero. How ya doin'?
Good. Miss Candy.
- 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.
- Leave it. It's good. - You sure? - Candy.
Mr. Rose. Welcome back.
Thank you.
Don't this place feel just like home?
- Nicer than home. - What you all been doin' make it feel so nice?
- Hey, Rose. - 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.
This one ain't got no stem. What is this, now?
That's a spur, ain't it?
You're in too much of a hurry. What is wrong with you?
You shakin' the tree to get these apples down?
You're bruisin' 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?
Rose?
What do you know about it?
Well, I know more than I'd like to know about it.
Well, then, don't trouble yourself none, Homer.
This ain't your business.
Right.
What am I gonna do with a baby?
I can't have a baby.
What am I gonna do with a baby?
- Huh? - Whatever you want to do, Rose, I can help.
I just mean that if you don't wanna 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?
Rose? Do you hear me?
- Rose, do you hear me? - Go on! - 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?
Homer?
- Hey. - 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.
Homer told me.
You don't know this, but I got pregnant about a year ago.
Do you want to have this baby?
No?
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.
Why?
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.
Her baby. Mr. Rose is the father.
- 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? - 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!
I know you don't wanna be 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.
No! No!
He was over Burma when he was shot down.
There were no injuries from the crash, just disease.
When the plane was hit, the crew chief and the radioman jumped close together.
The co-pilot jumped third, all on Captain Worthington's orders.
- Come in. - 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.
They never saw the plane crash. They never heard it crash.
They never saw Captain 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.
It's, um, encephalitis "B."
What's that?
Captain Worthington is paralyzed from the waist down.
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.
Nothing.
Isn't that like waiting and seeing?
No. Nothing's nothing.
I want Wally to come home.
I'm afraid to see him too.
- 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. - If we just sit here...
and we wait and see 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 paralyzed.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing. I'm sorry.
You're not the one who has to do anything.
Where you think you're goin'?
I got to go, Daddy. You have to let me go.
Wait, Rose. Just wait. I ain't gonna let you go nowhere in the middle of the night.
- Hey. Hey. - 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... - You are forgettin' yourself now.
This is my daughter!
Now, I believe you got your own mess you gotta deal with.
- I wanna get... - Ain't that right, Homer?
Ain't that right, Homer?
My daughter and I done told you. This ain't your business.
This ain't none of your business!
Ya even know what your business is, 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.
Forceps.
Cervical stabilizer, vulval pads.
Set of sims. Set of reinstadards.
- Dakin's solution. - She my little girl, Homer.
She's gonna be all right, Mr. Rose. Nothin' to worry about.
You ready, Rose?
Fellas...
Come on, y'all.
I'm staying, Homer.
Okay.
If you stay, you make yourself a use.
Watch her breathing.
You better go get some air.
Oh!
Oh, God!
Hey.
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.
It's that Vernon. He keep askin' 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?
Uh...
"Please don't smoke in bed."
We already heard 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."
What do they think, go up 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"?
- That's it? - That's it.
- Hmm. - It don't mean nothin' at all.
- And all this time I been wonderin' about 'em. - 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.
And we do.
Every single day.
Ain't that right, Homer?
That's right.
Then why don't you burn them rules in the stove?
Go 'head, Homer. Do it.
Nothing is nothing, right?
You know I love you.
You know I do.
You needed me.
Now Wally's gonna need you.
Homer.
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.
What?
Nobody gonna find her.
She long gone.
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.
Where she get that knife, Muddy?
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.
Who do you suppose taught her?
- You taught her, I suppose. - 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.
And that's the truth.
Ain't that right?
I wanna hear you say that.
I was so unhappy that my daughter run off...
That...
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?
Good.
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.
Yeah?
Dear Homer: I am writing you to tell you about Dr. Larch.
Dr. Larch?
Wilbur.
Oh, Wilbur.
Wilbur.
I can assure you that the overdose...
was entirely accidental.
Let us be happy for Dr. Larch.
Dr. Larch has found a family. Good night, Dr. Larch.
Come on, Muddy. Step on it, man!
- Let's get on it. - Get on it, man. I wanna get to the sunshine.
- Ha-ha-ha! - Homer!
- Yeah! - You ever seen a palm tree?
Oh, he ain't never been outta Maine!
Ain't you sick of pine trees, Homer?
- Let me tell you something about Florida, Homer. - The sun shines!
Man, it's so warm down there, you can pick grapefruits...
and oranges naked if you want to.
- Who would want to do that? - I'm just sayin' it's warm, Hero.
You used to say it was too hot.
Not me.
I love them peaches.
I love my peaches.
Homer? Hey, what you think, Homer?
I'd love to go with you guys,
but I have to move on.
- Hey, you hear that, Muddy? - What?
- Boy said he ain't movin' on with us. - 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.
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.
Then, in Thy mercy, grant us a safe lodging and a holy rest...
and peace at the last.
Amen.
Homer?
Homer! It's Homer!
Homer!
Hey, Buster!
Homer!
- I was in Maine. - Oh, look! Here comes Jennifer!
Let me see.
You're welcome. You're welcome. It was my pleasure.
It's gonna be 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.
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.
Oh, thank you. That would be great.
- You're not staying in here? - I don't know.
What do you think, Curly?
What else do you have, Homer?
- 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.
Dr. Larch wanted to keep you out of the war. That's why 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.
"Thus I began 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.