the C.D.C. in Atlanta,
but the phone was busy for an hour.
Can you believe that?
Atlanta, Georgia?
Major metropolitan center,
I can't get through?
You'd think Sherman
torched it yesterday.
I don't think losing your voice
is contagious, but, you know,
who knows?
I might have to
quarantine you. Hey, Ed.
No, wait!
What?
Someone's sitting there.
Okay.
Okay. Take it easy.
This one's wobbly. You can't save seats, Ed.
You know that. It's against the rules.
Who's sitting here?
Where is he?
In the john?
He's right here.
- Who?
- One Who Waits.
- One who what's?
- Waits.
He's an Indian spirit,
like a ghost.
You can't see him
'cause white men are blind,
and to you he's dead.
I heard about
your voice, Chris. Sorry.
Wh-What happened?
He lost his voice to beauty.
He lost his voice to beauty?
It's a very old problem.
Hold it. H-Hold it. Ed,
you're-you're talking
to an empty stool.
- This is not a good sign.
- Here we go. One for Ed...
and one for Ed's new
invisible friend.
Thank you.
You're both welcome.
All right. I'm worried
about you, Ed. I really am.
You're not acting in
a psychologically healthy way.
Go ahead. Try it.
It's really good.
I don't eat anymore.
I just smell it.
Chris, do you want this?
He doesn't like to eat anymore.
He just likes to smell it.
I'm outta here.
Good-bye, Dr. Fleischman.
It's not your fault
you can't see him.
[ Door Shuts ]
Tell your friend...
there's only one thing to do
when you lose your voice
to beauty.
What's that?
He must find the most beautiful
girl in the village...
and capture her spirit.
He says you're supposed to find
the most beautiful girl in town...
and sleep with her
if you want to get
your voice back.
Uh, don't look at me.
He said it.
This is, uh, Holling Vincoeur
on K-- K-BHR.
Chris! You there?
I hate to disturb your breakfast,
but I'm out of music.
Uh, what do I do now?
[ Pool Balls Clacking ]
Do you believe that all things
in nature are alive, Ed--
the sky, the trees,
the rocks?
Oh, yes.
Good.
Have you thought about
what you might say...
when we find your parents?
I-I don't know.
Uh, ""Hi. How are ya?''
I-- I guess I'd like to know
what happened,
why they left me.
This looks like a good spot.
I think we'll find
some answers here.
Let's ask.
A-Ask who?
First I'll ask the wind.
Spirit of the wind,
who are Ed's parents?
What's it saying?
Shh.
[ Wind Howling ]
[ Exhales Sharply ]
The wind doesn't know,
or the wind doesn't
want to tell us.
The wind can be stubborn.
There's no use
trying to force it.
We'll ask the water.
[ Ed ]
Yeah, let's ask the water.
What now?
First we ask;
then we listen.
Tell us, spirit of the water,
who are Ed's parents?
[ Sighs ]
Well, what does the water say?
We've got a little problem here.
I never was much good
at talking in front of people.
Course, talking to a microphone
isn't exactly public speaking.
But even though
I couldn't see them,
I could feel them out there,
listening.
People sitting in their cars,
gun shops,
sweat lodges--
all of them waiting
to hear your voice...
and getting mine.
Chris, you have a talent,
a real gift.
Well, at least...
you used to, anyway.
Evening, Chris, Holling.
Pour me a tall one, will ya?
You got it.
That was pathetic
this morning, Chris.
I understand it was a pretty woman
that caused the damage.
Is that right?
Yeah, she walked right in,
said hi,
and then, uh, walked
right out with your voice.
Is that it?
Well, take a sip of beer.
It'll probably help some.
Here you go, Maurice.
[ Sighs ]
Here's to your voice, son.
May it come back soon.
If not, look for work.
She must've been
really something special, huh?
?Hey, baby
Don't you pass me by?
Tell me, Chris, do you know
the Arthurian legends?
You know, King Arthur,
Sir Lancelot,
Sir Gawain,
Lady in the Lake?
Well, there's a story in there
that reminds me
of your predicament.
Seems Sir Gawain was riding
through