't a game,
it's a choice one makes with one's life.
To hang out with people
in funny-lookin' pants?
That's not it at all. There's something
intrinsically therapeutic
about choosing to spend your time
in a wide-open parklike setting, that...
non-golfers could never
truly understand.
- Uh-huh.
- Hey, Ed!
What is this?
Is this a track?
- Looks like a track.
- Looks fresh.
Not that I know what a fresh track
looks like, but that's... big, whatever it is.
What? What?
What is it? What's wrong?
It's a bare footprint.
A- a-as in grizzly bear footprint?
No. Uh...
More like as in a person
with no shoes on.
Wait a minute.
What kind of person with a size 16FF
and... no arches walks around
in the forest barefoot?
When they brought you out here,
I don't suppose anyone mentioned Adam?
Adam? Who's Adam?
- Well, I've never seen him.
- Seen who?
- He's not a who, he's a what.
- OK, OK. Point of clarification here.
Are we dealing with a real person
or is this a howling-werewolf-
meets-the-nanook kinda thing?
- They say he's real.
- What does he look like?
He's big...
broad-shouldered...
flat-top head,
kind of hulking.
Green.
That's Frankenstein.
Oh, yeah. Well... like I said,
I've never seen him.
Probably doesn't exist.
W- w-what about this...
this footprint?
- Shelly, dear.
- Yes, Ruth-Anne?
This meat doesn't cut.
- I don't suppose it could be the knife?
- Oh, I don't think so.
I'm sorry to keep making you
make me supper at eight in the morning,
but this moon business
is screwing my system all up.
Did you see the look
on his face last night?
- Who's that, dear?
- The man in the moon.
Just starin' down, as big as an apple pie.
It's like he's gettin' a big kick out of it.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
If this keeps up,
I may have to go see Dr Fleischman.
Coffee smells like fish.
So Dave's havin' an off day.
Give the man a break.
Dave's gone to explore
the Brooks Range.
- No notice or nothin'?
- No. Just upped and left.
Said he had to boldly go
where no man has gone before
in order to get
a good night's sleep.
Well, personally, I can take the rain,
I can take the snow and the cold,
but this moon is like
sleeping with a searchlight on.
Oh, for cryin' out loud. Ed!
Run and tell Chris
to take the plugs out of his ears
before I lose my appetite
and my sanity.
Chris isn't here.
I know he's fairly out there,
but that's Chris! I can't change the man.
No, I mean he taped the morning show
last night so he could work at home.
Maurice, why don't you
calm down for a second?
- We had a deal, Chris.
- I know.
Our deal was that I would leave you alone
and let you run the radio station.
Well, I left you alone,
and what did you do?
You stayed out here
with your... your...
- What the hell is this?
- The Aurora Borealis. The northern lights.
I know what the aurora borealis is, Chris.
I've seen it up close and personal.
You don't like it?
Can't criticise what
I don't understand.
If you wanna call this art,
you've got the benefit of all my doubts.
Hey, I appreciate that, Maurice.
- What's that?
- The Milky Way. If I ever get it finished.
That's why I had to tape my show.
I couldn't sleep,
and I want to get this thing mounted
before the lights hit their peak.
I appreciate your time frame,
but the northern lights will shine
whether you're here or not.
And I'm payin' you to be on the radio.
Live. And while it's still in the morning.
You're right.
You're right.
Hey, Chels!
If I don't see you before you leave,
thanks for, uh... you know.
Chris... Uh...
Where'd you hook up with this one?
Oh, I hiked out on Baker's Point for
some granite for my lunar constellation.
- You found her way out on Baker's Point?
- Mm-hm.
You got some snout, son. You're like a pig
with truffles when it comes to the fillies.
- Maurice!
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! No.
- Go and get on some clean clothes.
- Right.
Marilyn, I think we should review
office procedure one more