was that pill.
Well, y-
Obviously, you have a low tolerance.
No problem. We'll just-
We'll cut the dose in half.
What's the point?
I can't go through life
hiding from my dreams.
What kind of way to live is that?
I- I don't care anymore. It's-
Let them come.
Let them kill me if they want to.
I- I just don't- I don't care anymore.
Can dreams really kill a person,
Dr. Fleischman?
No, Shelly, they can't.
I- I don't think.
Hello. I'm Ed.
I got your note.
Pass me that bucket, will ya?
- What's this?
- It's a flower.
I was kind of hoping you'd bring me
another one of those letters.
I saw you when
you used to work at Dairy Delight.
Oh, yeah?
You had a name tag
and a pink uniform.
Oh, yeah, right.
You've put on some weight since then.
- Oh, yeah, about 10 pounds.
- It looks good.
Thanks.
I read your letter
about a hundred times.
I keep it right here
ever since I got it.
You sure got a way with words, Ed.
Thanks.
All that stuff about your chopper.
"Should I compare you to my Harley hog?
You are more lovely, and powerful too.''
Where is it, anyway?
What?
Your hog.
Uh, I had to sell it.
Too bad.
"Your chrome dual exhausts,
"the curve of your fenders,
"the muscle in your engine.
"I wanna ride you over mountains,
"through blizzards,
across sandy deserts.
"I wanna feel your hot, roaring,
fuel-injected machinery under me.
"I wanna ride you, ride you,
ride you forever.''
Y- You do?
No, you do.
Oh, yeah, I do.
Mmm!
Whoa!
Maurice moves pawn to G-4.
White bishop to E-7.
He's threatening a mating combination.
Why didn't he play pawn to F-4?
F-4's vulnerable.
The bishop.
Oh.
How can you do a crossword puzzle
at a time like this?
This is considered
a spectator sport?
I've had more fun
watching slush melt.
It's a definite improvement,
Maurice.
I'm impressed.
Check.
Mate in two.
- Wait a minute. No!
- What?
- You dinged the timer, and then you moved.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did!
- So what? I won the game.
Ding and move. Ding and move.
It's a typical, duplicitous, Russki trick!
- You lost.
- I was hoodwinked.
Oh, Mr. Jimmy Stewart.
Mr. John Wayne.
Americans never lose.
What about the Alamo?
The Custer's last stand?
Bay of Pigs? The Sputnik?
- Sputnik?
- Yes, the Sputnik. We were there first.
We kicked your butt in space.
That's a damn lie!
You're calling me a liar?
I'm calling you
a liar and a cheat!
I demand satisfaction!
Fine.
I'll shoot you then.
I've been wantin' to do that for years.
You know, when I was a kid,
I broke my leg.
I had to have a cast on for six months.
It itched like crazy.
I was always sticking this stick
down there, you know, to itch it.
I thought that felt good.
"I wanna ride you forever.
I wanna feel your hot, roaring,
fuel-injected machinery under me.''
One time during the winter,
I had to go hunting with Uncle Anku.
We were in the woods for weeks.
It was raining,
snowing and freezing.
We went home
and took a hot sauna and sweat.
I thought that felt really good.
But this?
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
"I wanna ride you forever
over mountains,
through blizzards,
across stormy deserts.''
Wow.
Lightfeather?
Yeah?
Would it be all right if, you know,
we did it again?
Give me words.
I wanna feel your hot,
fuel-injected engine-
Give me words!
Oh!
Cigarette?
I haven't touched
one of those things in 20 years.
But, sure.
Why not?
I might get lucky and die of cancer.
You have a Russian soul, Holling.
- I'm a Canuck.
- You don't have to be a Russian
to have a Russian soul.
Wild Bill Cody
had a Russian soul.
Dylan Thomas.
Al Pacino.
Maurice, he doesn't have
a Russian soul.
Empty.
A song with no words.
I would die of shame if
my life were as pointless as his.
You're probably gonna die
anyway, Nikolai.
Maurice is a good shot, huh, Holling?
Things got out of hand
a little bit today, didn't they?
Things do.
It would be too cowardly
to back out now?
Oh, yeah. Yep.
Smart, but