this cap...
hunting duck with Gorky
in the Caucuses.
He also died wearing this cap
at Stalingrad.
And he wore it in
the best bordellos of Odessa,
but that's a different story.
Wait a minute.
It's not July yet. Is it?
No, no, my Nabokovian jewel.
It is not.
- Kolya, why are you here?
- Hmm.
I was on a train in Siberian Alps.
And we rounded a bend,
and I looked up,
and there was this moon.
Such a moon!
Big and yellow.
It almost broke my heart.
And there was moonlight
on the tracks,
moonlight on the dark forest,
moonlight picking out footprints...
on small animals on the snow.
And I was thinking to myself,
"I want to be in Cicely.
I want to be with my friends.''
So I pulled the emergency brake,
the train stop, and here I am.
Besides, Goskoncert
messed up all my bookings.
I'm seriously thinking
of going with Mike Ovitz.
So, how is the old bulldog?
Maurice went fishing.
He's way out to Cold Bay.
Must have felt it in his bones
I was coming.
Hey, let's all have a drink!
Hey! To my friends!
Nastrovia!
Nastrovia!
All right, giris.
Let's get this show on the road.
Ruth-Anne, many thanks.
Always a pleasure to do business...
with a woman who understands
fair retail value.
I'll see you next month,
Father Duncan.
And your sacramental incense
will probably be in by then.
Good. Thank you.
Thank you.
Hi, Ruth-Anne.
Hello, Ed.
Did Mr. Landon
bring back Potemkin yet?
Potemkin?
It isn't time for
the Russian Film Festival.
He isn't!
He is.
Nikolai here, in Cicely?
Lightfeather Duncan,
save the perusal of literature
for a rainy day.
No telegram?
No flowers?
No warning at all?
The caravan leaves
in three seconds, Lightfeather!
I'm coming, I'm coming!
Nikolai, shame on you!
Well, how's he looking?
Is he as handsome as ever?
Uh-huh.
Kolya, you devil.
I'm gonna close the store early
and get Dolores to fix my hair.
Oh, no!
Lightfeather!
Here, see if you can catch her.
Me?
Yes, you, Ed.
Quick, quick. Come on.
Whoa!
Yeah?
Lightfeather forgot her broom.
Lightfeather, your broom is here.
You forgot this.
Now I'll have to sweep out the barn.
Well, you try warm milk?
Yeah.
Yeah?
What about the Julio Iglesias tapes?
Yeah.
Try counting sheep?
I sleep fine, Joel.
I just don't get any rest.
It's those dreams.
They keep coming at me
hour after hour,
night after night.
Trains, rainstorms,
bacon, skyscrapers-
Bacon?
Sizzling.
There's this raccoon...
with a shower cap on.
No wonder you're exhausted.
But with blood pressure like this,
you'll probably live forever.
I told Shelly you wouldn't be able
to do me any good.
Now, hold on, there, Holling.
Your problem's unusual, I admit.
But there are a variety
of procedures indicated.
We could do a sleep lab E.E.G.,
track your brain waves,
get some REM data.
We could if this were civilization.
Or, we could start you on a course
of intensive Freudian therapy.
Take, say, 10 or 12 years.
Cost you a couple hundred thou.
- Or you could take a few of these.
- What are they?
Valium.
Sleeping pills?
A very mild sedative.
After a good night's sleep,
things will look much better.
You sure those things are safe, Joel?
I mean, they're not gonna
make me crazy?
This is Valium, Holling,
not L.S.D.
Try it for a couple weeks.
I won't dream?
If you do,
you'll be too relaxed to care. Okay?
Okay.
Okay.
You're the doctor.
I am the doctor.
Morning, Cicely. As everybody knows,
Mother Nature hates stasis.
She's always sending down
a flood or an earthquake,
a hedonist to shake things up.
Well, guess what
she sent us last night?
That's right, our old friend
Nikolai Ivanovich Appolanov,
months early
and not a moment too soon.
So cook up your best borscht
and rosin up those bows.
And for my part, I'm gonna commence
with the continuation...
of our annual reading
of War and Peace
soon as I can find the book.
Meanwhile, comrades,
privet and dosvedanya
for now.
Privet to you too, Ed.
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