this problem.
A man needs sleep
as much as food or water.
Joel, I am addressing it.
I've got it all figured out.
You-You do?
You have been searching in
your medical books and your journals
for the answer of how to help me,
when all along
it was right there in front of us.
It was so clear and simple.
Oh, well, what-what is it?
Don't worry, Joel.
I know what I have to do.
Hey, Holling, are you okay?
I'm concerned about you.
Sleep deprivation is-
It's a terrible thing.
It's actually used as a form of torture
to break people down.
Now, it can cloud your judgment.
I don't think my mind
has ever been clearer.
The Yukatak Eskimos fasted for weeks...
in order to attain
this kind of mental clarity.
All right. You just promise me,
if you have any rash thoughts,
any depressiуn, any anxiety,
anything, you-you come see me.
Not just as a physician,
but as your friend.
I appreciate your concern, Joel,
but I'm-I'm fine now.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
How about it, kids?
Are we ready to chow down?
Yes, sir.
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Let us give thanks for the blessings
we are about to receive,
especially for Sitting Deer's
mashed potatoes.
They look great. Amen.
That's it. Okay, dig in.
Ed, so you're, uh, just about
graduated from high school.
What are your plans?
You know, doctor? Lawyer?
Candlestick maker?
Um, well,
I really don't have any plans.
Good. I like that.
I like a man without a plan.
- I wanna be a movie director.
- Now, that is an interesting line of work.
Ed, when you get out to Hollywood,
you do me a favor.
See what you can do about
improving the image of the clergy.
- Did you ever see Boys Town?
- Oh, yes.
Like that.
Something positive.
We left Pierre
about to fight his duel with Dolokhov.
Pipe down, Sitting Birds.
It's time for War and Peace.
...that started when he fell for Helene.
I remember falling like that once,
only for me, it was a big old Harley hog.
Man, what a hot machine.
Damn bike almost killed me too.
Same way this love of Pierre's
might now lead him
on a fuel-injected ride to hell.
Now for part the fourth,
chapter five of War and Peace.
"A feeling of dread was in the air.
"Dolokhov walked slowly,
not lifting his pistol,
"and looking intently
with his clear, shining eyes
into the face of his antagonist.
"His mouth wore, as always,
the semblance of a smile.
"So when I like, I can fire, '
said Pierre. '"
? Home, home on the range?
? Where the deer and the antelope play?
? Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word?
? And the skies are not cloudy?
? All day?
He's gonna die tomorrow.
He's singing cowboy songs.
This is really barbaric,
O'Connell.
It is barbaric.
There's no better word
to describe it than barbaric.
Barbaric.
Barbarism.
But, you know, it's important that
we try to understand the Russian soul.
Nikolai feels he has to defend his honor.
Honor?
You mean testosterone.
He's not the Count of Monte Cristo.
He's a-a pop singer.
You're not gonna get
an argument from me on this one.
I mean, just picture it.
The two of them facing each other...
in those bleak, stark,
barren woods.
Maurice is no better.
I told him the Cold War is over.
The icy winds
blowing from the north against
the vast, still, gray skies.
He's out there target shooting all day.
I thought he was gonna shoot me.
Each man alone,
mortality their only companion,
confronting each other in battle
like ancient gladiators, like gods!
"By brute force of bayonets,
"the blood of the defenseless
flows in rivers.
"Young men setting forth today,
to you is entrusted the outraged honor
of Russian arms!''
You're into this, O'Connell.
This is turning you on!
- Oh, no, it isn't.
- But you're quoting Dr. Zhivago.
I'm just merely trying to understand
the Russian mindset, Fleischman.
Ruth-Anne, come here.
You're a rational human being.
Talk to Nikolai. Reason with him.
It is a tragedy, isn't it?
Yeah.
Well, here's the gun, nice