Well, here we are.
What do you think?
It's...
Nice.
What do you think, Louis?
I think he likes it, mom.
She likes to.
Oh, it's really dark.
Let's get some light in here.
Now, listen, guys.
There's only one bathroom,
so we're all going to have to share.
It's the only drawback.
This is yours, mil.
We'll have to change the wallpaper.
The people who lived here before
had two boys,
so there's boys' wallpaper.
This looks great, mom.
I think you're going to like it.
It's really very subtle.
I like it.
Kerndo.
Shebreck.
Barbaque.
Hi.
Hey, what's going on?
Shh!
What's he doing?
I'd say an F-15.
Let's go, Max. Move out!
Oh, this goes over here,
along that wall over there.
Excuse me.
These your groceries?
Yeah.
I'm Geneva Goodman. I live nearby.
I suppose you're going to Taft.
I go to St. Monica's catholic school.
I suppose this is your coke.
We're going to be great friends.
Excuse me.
Drop in again some time.
We're going to miss you, you stupid goof!
You're finished, pal.
Oh!
Heel, Hitler!
Well, look at this.
Where do you think you're going, soldier boy?
Just around the block.
Nobody goes around the block in this neighborhood
unless you get our OK,
and you don't got it.
Well, see, I'm new,
and I just moved down the street,
so I didn't know.
Shut up, soldier boy.
What do you say, guys, 10 seconds?
We'll give you a 10-second head start,
then your ass is grass.
1...
Wait a second.
2...
3...
4, 5, 6...
7, 8, 9, 10!
Go on! Get him!
Get back here, you coward!
Come on, he's around the corner!
There he is! Let's get him!
Get him!
It's a fantastic mall...
movie theater, the best clothes.
How much allowance do you get?
Um, mom, I'd like you to meet Geneva.
Hi.
Oh, this is my brother Sonny.
Hello.
Say hello to them, idiot.
Oh, nice to meet you.
Well, see you later.
Bye.
Yeah. See you later.
See, you guys thought
you weren't going to make any friends.
Mom?
Hi, honey.
I was in bed.
I was almost asleep, and I just...
I got the strongest feeling
that something was missing,
that we left something home,
so I started... Going through everything.
I checked all the furniture.
I went over the inventory
from the moving company.
It's all here.
And I realized...
What it was.
It's not going to be easy, honey.
I'm going to need your help.
I know, mom.
Yeah, I know you do.
You better get to sleep.
You got a big day tomorrow.
Good night, mom.
You didn't forget anything back home,
did you, girl?
We're late! Move it!
Louis, get dressed! We're late!
Come on! Pretend you're a fireman.
You guys aren't moving very fa...
Louis, where's your shirt?
I can't find my shirt.
Would you help me?
I got it, mom.
We're going to be so late.
If there's slobber on this shirt,
you're going to get it.
Take him to room number 3.
I think it's near the office.
Here's lunch money, honey.
I can find it.
Milly better take you.
No. You guys are already late.
Are you sure?
Yeah. No problem.
OK, you be good.
First days count.
The name's Louis Michaelson.
If this is the third grade, I got to be here.
Where do I sit?
Now, as to the theme...
Hello. You must be Amelia.
Yes, ma'am.
Sit in this middle seat, will you, please?
Class, this is Amelia Michaelson.
She's a new student here at Taft,
and I hope that you will make her feel very welcome.
Amelia, we're discussing Romeo and Juliet today.
The theme... young love, pure, passionate, ill-fated...
was not original
even when Shakespeare wrote this play in 1596.
The charm of Romeo and Juliet is its language.
When Juliet learns who Romeo is, she speaks,
"my only love sprung from my only hate.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late."
I was approaching the red light.
I put on my brakes, and the guy smashed into me.
Please make sure
Collins takes that file to the conference.
Yes, Mr. Brandt.
Mr. Brandt?
Yeah.
I'm Charlene Michaelson,
Donald Michaelson's wife.
Of course.
We're all very sorry to hear about Donald.
He was a delightful man.
Thank you.
I understand you're going to give
the insurance business a go.
Well, I'm not new to the business.
I was a regional manager when Donald and I met.
I can't imagine things have changed much
in 13 years.
Louis?
Starting a new graveyard?
Yeah. The Duke got killed.
He was one of your favorites, wasn't he?
He was a good man, but he got careless.
A sniper got him.
You got to be careful in this war.
Why don't you come inside
and set the table, OK?
OK.
Hi! I'm home.
Hi, mom!
How was school?
I got homework already!
What are your teachers like?
Oh, Mrs. Sherman, mom, she's great.
What about yours, Louis?
She gave me homework already!
Guess what. Your mom's got homework, too.
What?
Suddenly, it seems the entire insurance business
is run by computers.
They got me working on a trial basis
till I can figure it out.
He sent me home with a whole carload of books to study.
It's OK. I'll be all right.
Oh, I'm sure you will.
I found out about the boy next door.
His name's Eric Gibb. They think he's autistic.
He's got marbles loose, or what?
Well, they don't exactly know,
but he's never spoken a word,
and he doesn't like to be around people.
There's some institute that wants him,
but Mrs. Sherman says
he's better off with his uncle.
He's in my class.
Mrs. Sherman used to teach those kind of kids.
She thinks being around normal people will help him.
Where are his parents?
That's the weird part.
When Eric was 5 years old,
his parents went on a trip to Spain
or France or someplace.
The plane crashed, and they died.
Oh, dear.
Now, what I heard
is that the moment the plane went down,
Eric was alone in his room,
and without anybody telling him anything,
he started to pretend to fly.
It's like somehow he knew
his parents were about to crash.
The way he figured he could save them
was by being an airplane.
He's been one ever since.
Mm-hmm.
"Use your common sense... Trust yourself."
We have the staff and facilities
to give individual care.
He's doing fine at home,
and I'm giving him special attention at school.
He's safer with us.
He doesn't like it. You saw how sick he got.
His fever had nothing to do with the institute.
He still exhibits antisocial behavior.
He's afraid of being confined.
If you let him go,
you'll find out he'll go in by himself.
Be careful with him on the stairs.
Uh... you need any help?
Mil, what's happening?
Shh!
He's going to hurt himself.
Nothing is prepared here for him.
The windows don't have screens on them.
This place is not safe for him.
But his place is here
in his own home with his own family!
Oh, stop it!
What's going on?
Shh! I don't know, mom.
He's going to hurt himself.
That's why he has the straitjacket.
We really shouldn't be doing this.
It's none of our business.
Take that straitjacket off him!
It is not a question of safety.
It is a question of caring!
Allen!
He's OK there. He won't fall, believe me.
Christ!
Uhh! Uhh!
He's going to hurt himself.
He needs somebody watching him 24 hours a day.
Bedtime.
Oh, OK.
We have no alternative
but to place him in the institute.
We're going to have a coed volleyball game.
Dexter, set up over here, please.
Scott, the other court.
Quickly!
Quickly, quickly!
Come on.
Thanks.
So, what do you think?
What did you do to get that, Mona?
I simply accepted his invitation to the fair.
The fair's over two months away.
You better start now,
or you'll wind up going with Eric there.
You can fly to the fair with him.
OK, girls. Cut the crap and warm up.
Will anybody volunteer to warm up with Eric?
Anyone?
Come on.
I'll do it.
Thank you, Milly.
He won't catch the ball when you throw it to him,
so just be gentle, but be persistent.
Thanks.
OK, everybody. Let's see some warm-ups!
Let's start the game on this court.
Lauren, you take the ball out.
Hi, Eric.
Want to catch the ball?
Eric?
Hello?
OK. I'll roll it to you,
and you catch it, OK?
Eric...
You can do it.
You just got to try.
"Your son refuses to join in classroom activities."
I'm not going to sing!
"If his behavior does not improve,
we will have a conference with the principal."
How can you do this?
You sign it.
You can do mom's signature great!
"P.S. Toy guns,
knives, grenades, and flame throwers
aren't allowed on school premises."
Don't show mom.
I'll think about it.
Louis, could you get the dog?
Sure. Come on, Max.
I think I'll go vacuum my room.
Sounds good, Lou.
Yeah. I'll vacuum my room.
Mom will love it.
Ahh...
Oh, god.
Eric.
How'd you get in here?
Huh?
Milly!
Milly, come quick!
The vacuum cleaner's eating my shirt!
Thanks.
Have you ever seen Eric do anything weird?
That is all I've ever seen him do.
No. I mean really weird.
Dinky Patterson said something weird about him once.
Who's dinky Patterson?
Dinky lived here before you,
had your room.
Dinky was annoyed with Eric
climbing outside his window.
One day, he stuffed his BB gun with wet Kleenex
and started shooting at Eric.
Eric wouldn't budge, so he gave up.
Here's the weird part.
The next day, dinky's looking around for his BB gun.
You know where he found it?
Dinky said it was up there
on top of that box,
that somehow Eric put it there.
Of course, dinky was the biggest liar.
Probably never happened.
Probably.
What happened to dinky?
Why did he move?
His dad got some hotshot job in Atlanta.
Took the whole family.
So... where's your dad?
He died.
What of?
Cancer.
My grandmother had stomach cancer.
She lost 300 pounds before she died.
Never looked better in her life.
What kind did your dad have?
I don't know.
They never tell the kids.
Did it take long?
Can we drop the subject?
Sure.
Thanks.
What were we talking about?
Eric!
Eric, get away from the edge!
What are you doing?
Hey, wait a minute!
What are we doing?
Why are we doing this?
I really don't think we should be doing this.
Go get your mother, Louis!
This may not be too good of an idea.
Milly? Hello?
Who was the only woman...
Mom, mom, come quick!
Emergency situation!
Oh, Milly.
Careful!
Look, she's up there.
Come on, Eric.
OK. Take my hand. Turn around.
There you go.
Milly?
I'm OK. Mom.
Come on, Eric.
Honey, be careful.
No problem, mom.
Where are you taking him?
There's a window over here. We're OK.
Mil!
You OK?
Milly?
We're fine, you guys.
All right! Way to go!
You coming down?
Yeah. Just a sec.
Eric, you're safer out on the windowsill,
so don't go on the roof again, OK?
You know, something tells me
you know exactly what I'm saying.
You're just not letting on.
Bye, Eric. You stay here.
Uh... don't shake the floor, please.
There we go.
You see, you can't start on a bottle
until the cork lands on its feet.
It's very frustrating
when it takes a long time.
Huh.
On the other hand, it's quite delightful
when it happens on the first toss.
Care for a drink?
No.
No, thank you.
Are you calling me a drunk?
No.
Why not?
Well, because it wouldn't be polite.
Polite.
Well, it's more polite
to be called a drunk than a madman,
wouldn't you agree?
Yeah, I guess so.
There you go.
I do believe we haven't met.
My name's Hugo Gibb.
I'm Milly Michaelson. I live next door.
Eric was on the roof,
so I helped him back inside.
What on earth possessed you to do that?
I was afraid he would fall and get hurt.
Afraid he would fall...
Hmm?
Would you be afraid
of a balloon falling?
Oh, or... or a bubble dropping?
Oh!
Or a feather fluttering to the ground?
No.
There you go.
It's past your bedtime, Louis,
so make it quick.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It was weird.
First, your story about Eric and the BB gun,
then uncle Hugo telling me Eric can't fall.
That's because uncle Hugo
does enough falling for the both of them.
I hate people who can't hold their liquor.
Your mom's out for the evening.
I have an idea.
Banana.
Nectarine.
Rum.
Give me some of that Tanqueray.
If my mom knew...
would you stop it with "if my mom knew"?
If I did everything my mom said,
I'd be a nun.
You're 14 years old. Live.
OK.
Is this, like, really disgusting?
It's like strawberries with a little... Tch!
Hey, to uncle Hugo.
♪ Hmm ♪
God! This is sick.
Yep.
Oh, wow. Look at them.
Look at him.
Hmm.
Scary, very scary.
Yeah, very scary.
♪ I'm here to teach ya ♪
♪ The golden rule ♪
♪ In the back ♪ ♪ of the bus ♪
♪ Just you and us ♪
♪ Hey, pretty baby ♪
Ooh!
♪ We like your looks ♪
♪ Come here ♪ ♪ and study, yeah ♪
♪ Put down your books ♪
♪ In the back ♪ ♪ of the bus ♪
Give up, John. Admit who you are.
Aha.
Ahem.
What?
Change the channel.
No.
This is romantic.
Mmm.
If Eric wasn't the way he is...
Would you...
Consider him handsome?
I guess he'd be OK
if he didn't have the brains of a goldfish.
Geneva!
What is it with you and Eric?
That's all you talk about.
You can't be in love with a retard.
Well, what if he's fooling?
What if...
A bad witch...
Put an evil spell on Eric...
And all he needs...
Is the kiss of a young maiden
to turn him back into a prince?
That's beautiful.
Bye, Geneva!
Bye, Milly!
I love Geneva.
Mm-hmm.
I love you, too, ma.
Yeah, I know.
I love all the people
in all the world.
I even love Louis tonight.
Are you mad at me, mom?
No. I'll be mad at you in the morning
when you're sober.
Are you going to call me?
Yeah, I will.
Milly.
Can I see you, dear?
OK. Just a second, Mrs. Sherman.
Not now, Eric.
I hear you've been helping Eric
in his gym class.
I just threw him the ball a couple of times.
And you moved into the Patterson house.
Yes.
Have you met Eric's uncle?
Yesterday.
Why don't you sit down, Milly?
Did he tell you that Eric could fly?
Yeah.
Then I guess you see
what kind of guardian he must be.
In fact, if it hadn't been for my support,
the state institute
would have put Eric away long ago,
and that can't happen, Milly.
Oh, the state people mean well,
but Eric can't exist
in that kind of environment.
A while ago, his uncle went on a binge,
and they did put Eric away for about a month.
He got sick, very sick.
He was dying.
No one knew why,
but I was convinced he had just given up.
I promised them then
that I would watch over him,
but I can't be with him all the time.
Anyway, I...
I was hoping maybe you'd help.
I'll give you extra credits.
It can be your science project.
I don't know anything about those kind of kids.
You don't have to.
All you have to do is be yourself.
Besides, what I saw out there,
no doctor has ever been able to do with him.
He was following you, mimicking you,
wanting to be like you.
Doctors haven't been able
to get a word out of him.
Maybe a friend could.
Mrs. Sherman said I should keep a journal,
so here goes.
Day number one.
I sat in back of the class with Eric
for about an hour today.
I figured since he likes to copy me,
I could teach him stuff,
but somehow it's not that simple.
He really doesn't understand.
He doesn't see the words or even the book.
All he sees is me.
I have the same problem with him in gym class.
He won't catch the ball or throw it.
He won't do anything on his own.
Milly.
Say it.
Milly.
And, of course, he won't talk.
He won't smile, cry, or do anything
unless he's mimicking me.
I have lunch with him every day,
just him and me,
right there in the middle of the schoolyard.
I'm beginning to think this is a big mistake.
It's been two weeks since I started with Eric,
and nothing's really changed.
Sure, he imitates everything I do,
but a parrot can do that.
I'm like one of his airplanes,
something to watch, to copy.
It's not as if we really communicate.
It's not as if I'm really a friend.
I'm about to give up.
Day 21.
Something happened today.
He smiled.
He didn't smile because I smiled.
He smiled because he wanted to.
Today I finally saw something
hiding behind those eyes.
Today I saw Eric.
Today we did things I thought he'd like.
It's working.
"He told them all the sad things
"that happened to Dumbo because of his big ears.
"One of the crows took Timothy aside.
"Flying's just like swimming, he whispered,
it's just a matter of believing you can do it."
Day 33.
Just when everything was going well,
it got better.
OK.
Ready?
Here we go.
Tommy!
It's time to go home!
Sic 'em!
No, no, no, no, no.
Brian!
All right.
Right there.
Hold this above your head.
There you go.
Don't let go till I tell you.
Sic 'em!
All right, let go!
All right.
Let him hit it.
Oh!
Watch out!
Milly, heads up!
You did it.
Eric, you did it!
Every day Eric opens up a little bit more.
Every day he tells me a new secret.
I don't know if he's becoming more like me
or I'm becoming more like him.
Somehow those differences don't seem to matter.
Sometimes I feel like I'm...
Do it again.
All right, Eric.
You're on.
Come on.
Now, don't be nervous. You can do this.
I know you can.
OK.
Right there.
You ready?
Catch it.
Now catch it.
Don't do this to me, Eric.
Put your hands up and catch it.
You can do it.
Catch it.
OK.
You ready?
Maybe you should try it again later.
No. He can do it.
Here.
Throw that as hard as you can at my face.
Milly...
no. Don't worry about it.
He'll catch it.
Maybe I should leave the country,
change my name or something.
Now I'm in big trouble.
What did you do?
I signed mom's name to all those notes.
Now she's going to find out.
You're in big trouble.
Shut up.
Wonderful day, just wonderful.
Are you sure we have to give this to her?
Probably her now.
Maybe she'll be in a good mood.
Eric, come on.
Hi, mom.
What's for dinner?
Spaghetti.
Ah, good.
That's only the fourth time this week.
What did you do to your eye?
Somebody threw a ball at me.
Who did that?
Nobody, mom. It was an accident.
It's a black eye. It will go away.
Be more careful.
You do stupid things,
you're going to get yourself hurt.
So, uh...
How was work?
They made me executive assistant
to Mr. Brandt.
Executive assistant!
All right!
What does that mean, mom?
It means I'm a glorified secretary.
It means I got demoted.
It means I couldn't figure out how to work...
The computer.
What's that?
What?
Give me.
He's in trouble.
For what?
Disobeying his teacher, not doing his homework,
and not participating in class.
Why is this the first time I've heard about this?
I didn't want to bother you with it.
Go to your room.
Mom, I was framed.
Go to your room!
Yes, ma'am.
I thought you were supposed to be helping me.
I am helping you.
You call this helping?
Yes. I do everything for that little creep.
I walk him home.
I help him with his homework.
I cook. I clean up. I do the dishes.
What do you do?
I work!
Go to your room.
Honey, come on outside.
The hot dogs are almost ready.
Come on.
Louis, help your dad out.
Come on.
I need some help.
Hi!
Wait for me.
Come on out.
Hello there, sports fans.
♪ Oh, when the saints ♪
♪ Go marching in ♪
♪ Oh, when the saints ♪
♪ Go marching in ♪
♪ Oh, when the saints ♪ ♪ go marching in ♪
Hey!
Hi.
Welcome to the beautiful home
of Donald and Charlene Michaelson,
a typical family doing the typical family things...
a family barbecue,
a tradition since 1846.
Hi. I'm Donald Michaelson,
and I used to be like this.
Aah!
Oh, I am going to...
oh!
Aah!
It looks like he's hurt.
I'll have to give him artificial respiration.
It's a miracle! He's alive!
Let's go.
The class is all ahead of us.
Move it. Left, right, left, right.
Go. Walk, walk.
OK, is that everybody?
We'll just hold it here for a second.
Here we have reached
a more temperate climate zone.
A temperate zone
is one where you have warm winters...
I'm sorry, cool winters and warm summers.
The vegetation you see here
is that which flourishes under those conditions...
all plants that do well in a temperate zone.
From here you can see how high the dome goes.
Its height is 70 feet
in the center at the highest point.
The actual area it covers is 15,386 square feet.
The diameter is 140 feet across.
Mona, you're not going to go up there.
You're going to fall!
You've gotta be nuts.
Don't hold on... Mona!
Oh, god, you freaked me out!
You are so strange!
It's OK, Eric.
Don't worry.
Aah!
Amelia.
Here we go.
She's coming around.
She's going to be fine.
No internal injuries.
There's a slight concussion.
I think she'll sleep it off.
How did you get in here, Eric?
You caught me, didn't you?
You can fly.
What?
You going to show me?
Oh, no!
No!
Aah!
Eric!
Honey, what's the matter, sweetie?
I was flying with Eric,
and I saw dad,
and Mona threw a ball at me,
and I fell.
It was just a dream.
No!
I mean yes, it was a dream,
but he caught me in real life.
What are you saying, sweetie?
He caught me.
Eric can fly.
He can really fly.
Mrs. Michaelson, Dr. Granada.
Oh, am I glad you're here.
I'm really concerned.
I'm sure you are.
I'll go in and see Amelia now.
You stay here.
Thank you.
Amelia?
I'm Dr. Granada.
May I come in?
Sure.
Dr. Nelson asked me to come by and see you.
Is it OK if we talk a few minutes?
Yeah.
Good.
Tell me about your accident.
I was on a bridge, reaching for a flower,
and I fell over the railing.
You told your mother
about a boy who rescued you.
What are you, a shrink?
Yes.
Great.
Now I'm wacko.
It's important that you tell me
everything you remember about this.
Let me judge
whether you're wacko or not, OK?
Yeah, OK.
I fell 50 feet without a Mark on me
except for this,
and I got this when I hit the railing.
I didn't hit the ground.
Somebody caught me.
It was a boy named Eric.
He can fly.
I'm wacko, right?
No.
But did you see him fly?
No... but you don't know Eric.
All he does is sit in his window sill
and pretend to fly.
His uncle says he's seen him do it.
I've seen weird things.
He can.
What other explanation could there be?
Well, you fell.
You have a concussion.
You were losing consciousness.
Maybe what you thought was Eric catching you
was a tree or a bush.
Your mind could be playing tricks on you.
That's impossible.
It's more possible than a boy who could fly.
Dr. Nelson told me about your father.
He committed suicide not long ago.
He did not.
Well, how did he die?
My father had cancer.
And when he found out... That he had it,
he didn't want the rest of the family
to suffer needlessly.
So one day...
He kissed us all goodbye.
He said that he loved us very much.
Then he went away.
It's OK, Amelia.
Milly.
It's OK, Milly.
You know, sometimes we need to believe in a little magic,
especially when there's so much pain.
It's normal.
And you're not wacko.
Come on. Come here!
Louis, get Max off her.
Glad you're back, mil.
I missed you, too.
Now you can do the dishes.
Come here.
Did you miss me?
Huh?
Did you miss me when I was gone?
I missed you.
Silly bird.
Hey, guys,
how about we go out for dinner?
Sounds great, mom.
Eric!
Mr. Gibb.
Mr. Gibb!
I'm...
I'm sorry, Milly.
Don't be angry.
I'm not angry.
It's...
It's just that sometimes I see things.
I've seen things, too.
Where's Eric?
He's gone.
Those people came over,
but I was drinking,
so they took him away.
I guess I messed up things pretty good.
Mr. Gibb, what do you mean?
Mr. Gibb!
Nurse Corbett, would you please report to ward 6?
Nurse Corbett, please report to ward 6.
Have Dr. wilding call me when he comes in.
Excuse me.
Just a second.
Yes?
We're here to see a patient.
Name, please.
Gibb.
Eric Gibb.
G-I-b-b.
Let me see that.
Let me see that!
Come over here.
Sit down here!
Play with this, OK?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Michaelson.
Only relatives are allowed to see this patient.
We're his only friends.
We live right next door.
I'm sorry. Our rules are clear.
Listen, lady.
Louis!
I got to talk to him, mom.
Don't worry. We'll make some calls.
Mom, is everyone in there like Eric,
or are they all different kinds of crazy people?
What if we talk to Mrs. Sherman?
Maybe she'd know what to do.
We'll give her a call.
Hey, hey, hey!
What do you think you're going?
Hey, give me a hand here!
Watch his legs.
Get the restraints!
Sic 'em!
No! Not me, you idiot!
Hey, the soldier boy!
Get him!
Let's get him!
What a wimp!
Ha ha ha ha!
Come on. We did it. Let's go.
Let's get out of here!
There you are!
What the hell were you doing?
Get over here now!
I said now!
Max!
No!
Hey, kid.
How you doing?
Water's running right through your graveyard,
going to wash all the men away.
I don't need them anyhow.
They're dead.
Thinking about Max?
That stupid dog. He was dumb.
We should've got rid of him a long time ago.
The vet said he had a good chance
to pull through.
You got to...
Think positive.
You can't be a good soldier
unless you think positive.
I'm not a good soldier.
I can't even get around the block.
Why should I think positive?
You fall on your head,
Eric's in the loony bin,
and Max is going to die.
I give up. I quit. Dad did.
He did not!
He didn't even try, Milly.
Why didn't he try?
Why?
I don't know, Louis.
Maybe he was scared.
But we can't give up.
We got to try.
That junk doesn't work.
You should tell it to dumb old Eric.
He doesn't even know he's messed up.
It doesn't matter if he's out there
or at the funny farm.
He just sits there and flies.
Maybe that's what I should do.
What are you doing?
I'm going to be just like Eric.
I'll sit out here.
Louis, stop it.
I'll fly like Eric.
I said stop it!
No!
Louis, come on.
No!
Louis!
Go away!
Louis! Louis!
What's going on?
I don't know, mom.
Louis!
He's over there, mom.
No! I got to find them!
They're in here somewhere.
I got them. No problem.
No problem.
OK, Lou, let's go.
Can I sleep with you tonight, mommy?
OK, honey.
Let's just get you dried off first.
Eric!
Eric?
Eric.
We were having some problems with Louis.
Our dog got hurt,
and he was very upset,
so I took him to my bedroom
and spent the night with him.
I just assumed
that she was going to come in.
Yeah, she's about, uh...
She's a little smaller than I am.
She has blue eyes and Sandy hair.
She's very pretty.
Yeah?
Mr. Gibb?
It seems your nephew Eric is missing.
Oh. He ain't here.
Eric?
Wake up.
We got to get out of here.
Come on.
He's not in his room.
Told you.
What's up there?
Attic.
Want to have a look?
Yeah. Check it out.
Hey!
Mister!
Looking for Eric and Milly?
There they go.
Ha ha ha!
Pretty girl!
Catch.
OK, you get three. OK?
Excuse me. Miss D?
Where is Mrs. Sherman?
She was in the teachers' lounge.
Thanks a lot.
Eric.
Not bad.
The next thing we knew, he was gone.
I don't know where...
Eric!
Milly, come back!
Eric!
Go up.
Hey, you kids, hold it right there.
Hold it. Wait.
It's OK, little girl.
Eric?
Milly!
Dan, over here.
Mil... Ly.
Can you really fly, Eric?
Milly!
No!
You did it!
Look up there!
Where?
One!
Hey, get out of the way!
Look out!
Get out of the way!
Hey, Gibb!
What?
Milly!
Mom!
What is this? Explain it!
Aaaii!
Hi, Geneva!
They're flying! This is great!
Go tell your mom!
Oh, my god! You look great!
Uncle Hugo, my sister can fly!
That's good, Louis.
See? I told you.
Mom!
Hi, Geneva!
Hey, Lou!
Eric?
Good...
Bye...
Milly.
I...
Love...
You.
Eric.
That night I found out why Eric flew away.
Our house was crawling with people
who wanted to see Eric Gibb, the boy who could fly.
There were scientists and doctors and TV reporters.
T-shirts of Eric Gibb!
When they couldn't find Eric, they did tests on me
because I flew with him.
They did tests on uncle Hugo
because he was a relative and had the same genes.
Eric's things went to some laboratory.
Maybe Eric was afraid they'd do that to him.
The children,
in an adolescent sexual frenzy,
somehow mesmerized the crowd...
Everyone had a theory on how Eric was able to fly,
but one was my favorite.
Well, Eric always dreamed of flying,
so maybe if you wish hard enough
and love long enough,
anything's possible.
Mrs. Sherman was right.
Eric made us believe that anything is possible
if you really try.
Uncle Hugo stopped drinking.
He even went out and got a job.
Max was weak and sore and broken up,
but he was going to be OK.
Mom locked herself in a room one day
and figured out that computer.
And then there was Louis.
Well, there was no stopping him.
You stay here, Max.
I got to do this alone.
Sonny, it's Michaelson!
Get him!
All right!
Aah!
Let's get him!
We got him!
Aaii!
So you thought you could get around the block.
Go ahead. Make my day.
You think I'm scared of a water pistol?
Ain't no water in this gun.
So what's in it?
Piss.
Uhh!
Oh, shit!
Hitler! Sic him!
Get him!
Sic him!
Way to go, Max!
All right!
Mom! Milly!
We did it!
It's been a while since we flew,
and Eric hasn't come back.
But somehow, he's still a big part of our lives.
He made us believe in ourselves again.
Now when I feel like giving up,
all I have to do is think about him
and what he taught me.
I was telling Geneva just the other day,
we're all special.
We're all a little like Eric.
Maybe we can't soar up into the clouds,
but somewhere, deep inside,
we can all fly.
♪ Like a bird flies ♪ ♪ from tree to a treetop ♪
♪ On the wings ♪ ♪ of a special love ♪
♪ I hear the sound ♪ ♪ of young hearts beating ♪
♪ Love is never where ♪ ♪ you think you'll find it ♪
♪ All you need ♪ ♪ is the very first kiss ♪
♪ And you're walkin' ♪ ♪ on air ♪
♪ Love won't let you ♪ ♪ come down ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Your feet'll ♪ ♪ never touch ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ True love ♪ ♪ has finally caught you ♪
♪ Love's a ride that can ♪ ♪ last a lifetime ♪
♪ You'll find your heart ♪
♪ In a warm embrace ♪
♪ And you can go ♪ ♪ around the world ♪
♪ In just five minutes ♪
♪ There's so many ways ♪ ♪ to say you love her ♪
♪ All you need ♪ ♪ is the very first kiss ♪
♪ And you're walkin' ♪ ♪ on air ♪
♪ Love has really hit you ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Your feet'll ♪ ♪ never touch ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Love won't let you ♪ ♪ come down ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
♪ Love, love ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
♪ How can you wonder ♪ ♪ if you really love her ♪
♪ It's so easy once you ♪ ♪ make the first move ♪
♪ Then you're ♪ ♪ walkin' on air ♪
♪ Love has ♪ ♪ finally hit you ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Your feet'll ♪ ♪ never touch ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ True love won't let you, ♪ ♪ love won't let you ♪
♪ Love, love ♪ ♪ won't let you ♪
♪ Come down ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
♪ Walkin' on air ♪