it's the law of the flock!
We're free to go where we wish
and to be what we are.
Why should we bother with the flock?
Seagulls are the laziest,
dirtiest, most vicious...
Suspicious, clumsiest.
A seagull hardly knows how to walk.
But don't you see, Fletcher?
A seagull wasn't made to walk.
He was made to fly,
and when he learns to fly,
he's the purest, loveliest,
most graceful creature alive.
True for you, true for me,
true for all the flock.
We can soar free across the sky,
but how often we don't want to.
That's the gift we can give,
to help those who want to learn
find what they love to do.
It is the law of the flock
that an outcast never returns.
Anyone who follows them,
anyone who listens to them,
anyone who turns his back on the flock
will be outcast too!
I only wish to share what I've learned.
The very simple fact
that it is right for a gull to fly
because freedom
is the very nature of his being.
Whatever stands against that freedom
must be set aside.
We don't need ritual
and superstitions to live.
The law of the flock decides!
Do you speak of law?
Is it the law which decrees
we must fight among ourselves
just to feed on garbage?
It can't be!
The only true law
is that which sets us free.
There can be no other.
How can you expect us
to fly as you fly?
You are special and gifted and divine,
above other birds.
Look at Fletcher,
Charles-Roland, Judy Lee.
Are they also special
and gifted and divine?
No more than you are.
No more than I am.
The only difference, the very only one,
is that they have begun to understand
what they really are
and have begun to practise it.
What if we could fly like that?
They're outcasts. Ignore them.
Don't listen to him. Ignore him!
Ignore them.
Ignore them all. They're outcasts.
Anyone who looks upon an outcast
breaks the law of the flock!
Ignore them.
Ignore him!
Each of us finds and follows
what we most love to do,
no matter what others think.
And this brings us automatically
to discover more of who we really are.
There's a law there,
a principle like aerodynamics,
that simply does not fail.
You can count on it.
- Help me.
- Hello, Kirk Maynard.
I want to fly more than anything
in the world. Please.
We can start learning right now.
You don't understand.
My wing.
I can't move my wing.
You have the freedom to be yourself,
your true self, here and now,
and nothing can stand in your way.
Are you saying I can fly?
Kirk Maynard can't fly.
He was born crippled.
- He's never been off the ground.
- You're free, Kirk Maynard.
Fly.
Fly.
I can fly.
I can fly!
Listen, I can fly.
I can fly!
This Fletcher says he'll
come right down here
in front of us at 200 miles an hour.
Just to prove it.
If he can learn it, I can learn it.
- I'll believe it when he shows us how.
- I'm sorry, I just don't believe it.
A normal seagull like you and me is
not meant to fly at 200 miles an hour.
Somewhere up there Fletcher's flying.
I've known him since he was your age.
I'm afraid, Mother.
I want to go with you.
Stay here. I want you safe.
Here we go. They won't believe it
till they see it with their eyes,
till we prove it especially for them.
Listen, we should be able to hear him.
Quiet, I think I hear him.
I'm ready.
- Here he comes!
- Do you believe now?
- I can't.
- Mother. Mother! Where are you?
Look at that baby bird! He's in
Fletcher's way! He'll get killed!
I had to.
I would have hit him.
- But why?
- The trick, Fletcher,
is that we're trying to overcome
our limitations in order, patiently.
We don't go flying through rock
until a little later in the programme.
Jonathan!
Also known as the Son of the Great Gull?
What are you doing here? The...
The cliff.
There was a...
a baby gull gliding down.
Haven't I...?
Didn't I... die?
Oh, Fletcher, come on, think.
If you're talking to me now,
then obviously you didn't die, did you?
You merely changed your level
of thinking... rather abruptly.