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Close my market interest
account at First National...

and transfer the entire balance
to my new bank in Anchorage.

That's the number
I just gave you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not that
one. That's the Fidelity account.

Leave that alone.
It's the other number, right?

Hold on, hold on.

Hello?

Mike Monroe?

Yeah, that's me.

Hi. I'm Ed,
from Ruth-Anne's store.

Oh. Oh, right. Listen,
I'm on the phone right now.

Could you just
come inside?

Sure.

No, no, there's somebody here.
Just a second.

Ed, there's some surgical scrubs just
inside the door there, on the right.

One size fits all. Could you
try not to touch anything?

Okay.

Hey, Ruth-Anne.

Are you here? Ruth-Anne?

Over here.

Where you want the chain saws?

In the back by the
potting soil will be fine.

You need some help?

Thank you, dear.

It's that little trophy, er,
right by the welding torch.

Oh. This little-bitty guy?

Uh-huh.

Aw. "World's Greatest Mom. "

Is that the tackiest thing
you've ever seen?

Matthew sent it to me
last Mother's Day.

Matthew. Now, he's
the truck driver-poet?

No, that's Rudy. Matthew's
the investment banker.

Oh, yeah.
The one from Atlanta.

Mmm-hmm.
He's coming to visit.

What's the occasion?

I don't really know.
I've wracked my brain...

and there's no birthday that I can
think of, no anniversary, no holiday.

Maybe he just wants
to see you.

Matthew?

Well, anyway, you're going to
meet him, Maggie. It's unavoidable.

And when you do,
try to be tolerant.

Tolerant?

Matthew isn't like you or me.

He has no interest in music
or books or gardening or dogs.

As a boy, his mind was
only on money or things.

You know how kids
collect stamps.

Matthew sold his collection
in the fifth grade...

for $2,000.

Wow.

So, you see, we have
absolutely nothing in common.

Never really have,
and never will.

Well, better go put this
out somewhere.

So, um, I'll bring the truck
around back?

How about a mask?

Do you have a cold?
Lingering virus of any kind?

No.

I wouldn't worry
about it.

Now if I could just find
my wallet. Oh, here it is.

Wouldn't you know it?
The one thing I couldn't find.

Hi, Ed.

Hi.

Here, take what you need.

Okay.

Oh, no, no, no.
You keep the change.

Thanks, Mr. Monroe.

Sure.
Please, call me Mike.

Mike.

You work for Ruth-Anne?

Yeah. She says
you're allergic.

Well, she's right.

You know, I have an aunt
that's allergic, too.

Really? Well, she
doesn't live in a bubble.

She just can't
eat oranges.

I'm very allergic, Ed.

Wow. Yup.

You built this all yourself?

Oh, no, no, no.
It's a pre-fab.

Had it brought in
by helicopter.

You know, this reminds me
of Close Encounters.

The special edition episode, where
they let you go inside the spaceship.

Excuse me.

You wearing antiperspirant?

Yeah. Is that bad?

No, I just have a little problem
with aluminum chlorohydrate.

Oh.

Better.

Sorry.

No, no, no,
it's not your fault, really.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Some, uh, distilled water, maybe,
or some Chinese red plum juice?

No.

I better get back
to Ruth-Anne's store now.

Sure.

What would you like me
to do with this?

You can keep them if you want.
Really?

Sure. I gotta
recycle them anyway.

Hey, thanks!

Well, I'll see you later.

See you.

All right.
Thanks again.

Matthew.
Hi, Mom.

You scared
the daylights out of me.

You're early.

Well, I got in a groove. I pushed
straight through from Whitehorse.

Oh.

You look great. Terrific.

Oh?

So, this is the famous
cash cow, huh?

Yeah, this is it.

Perfect. I love it.

You do?

Simple, to the point, direct.
It's you, Mom.

Matthew, you haven't exactly
said what you're doing here.

Some big deal brewing?

Since when does a person need
an excuse to visit his mother?

Matthew, you don't
take vacations.

You once told me
that your only regret...

was that Wall Street
closes for Christmas.

Well, people change, Mom.

My raping and pillaging days
are over.

You're leaving
Mergers and Acquisitions?

Truth is...

I got fired.

Fired?

All of M and A got the ax.

It was sort of a sacrificial
offering to the SEC.

Are you in some kind
of trouble with the feds?

No, no, no.
I kept my nose clean.

It was really the arbitrage guys. Oh.

Hey, I came here
to get away from all that.

To breathe the air and spend
some down-home time with my mom.

More files.

Whose files, Marilyn?

The Bubbleman.

Hi, Maggie.

Hi.

Hey, Fleischman, this is
heavy. Where do you want it?

What is it?

Foster Medical Supply.

Oh, careful with that. Well, I am
being careful. Where do you want it?

Let me have it.
I got it.

What's going on?

What is it?

Glass I.V. drip,
gamma globulin.

Who for?

The Bubbleman.

The what?

Where you been, O'Connell?

Fairbanks.

For three days.
Oh.

Thanks for noticing.

Now, what's the Bubbleman?

He's not a "what,"
he's a "who. "

Mike Monroe.
Ex-lawyer from St. Paul...

currently living in a
geodesic dome off Highway 3.

Really?
Don't go out there.

Why not? Well, he's in
quarantine. Self-imposed.

He's allergic.
To what?

The 20th century.

He has M.C.S.
Multiple Chemical Syndrome.

People claiming
that they can't work...

because the environment
screwed them up.

Wow.

See, what people
like Mike Monroe contend...

is that the environment has totally
altered their immune system...

to the point where the slightest
whiff of toxic substances...

can send them
into anaphylactic shock.

Huh.
"Huh"?

Huh, what?
Sounds reasonable.

Reasonable? Reasonable?

Everything about this
so-called disease, O'Connell...

is completely undocumented. I
mean, you take this Bubbleman.

It's a complete fairy tale.

He's made the rounds. Michael
Reese, Mount Sinai, the Mayo Clinic.

Nobody has been able to isolate
anything more serious than hay fever.

Now, that doesn't mean what
he thinks he has doesn't exist.

Why do I bother?

You know, Fleischman,
it never ceases to amaze me...

that one person can be so consistently
narrow-minded and predictable...

in their own immutable,
unchangeable world-view.

What's the Bubbleman
doing here?

Well, he's tried Phoenix, Minneapolis,
Portland. All too malignant.

I mean, he's moved nine times in the last
three years to get out of that bubble.

And now, after months of study,
he's decided that Cicely, Alaska...

is the least polluted spot
in the United States...

that can boast a virtually
board-certified physician.

You.
Me.

But you don't think there's
anything wrong with him.

Well, that doesn't make him any
different than half the patients I treat.

He's a nice guy, O'Connell.
He's just very seriously nuts.

Marilyn?

Here it is.
I hope you're hungry.

We could've eaten out, Mom.

Not your first night. I wanted
to make you something special.

What?

Pork chops
was Rudy's favorite.

Oh.

No biggie.

You were meat loaf?

Mmm-hmm.

With bacon and ketchup on top.

This is very good.

You haven't said how long
you intend to stay.

A couple of days? A week?

You know, getting fired,
turning 40...

it makes you take stock, Mom.
Re-assess.

All the way here
I kept thinking about it.

Somewhere around Manitoba,
I made up my mind.

About what?

I'm not going back to Atlanta.
I'm staying here with you.

Here? In Cicely? With me?

No more running
after dollar signs.

It's time to start
chasing those rainbows.

Matthew, wouldn't you-

No, I know. You didn't think
I had it in me.

You thought all I cared about
was high-yield securities.

But things change, Mom.
People change.

Looking at the KBHR
three-day forecast...

free of charge, our friends
at the US Weather Service...

are calling for showers
sometime in the next 48 hours.

But I don't think so. Just
doesn't feel like rain.

So we're gonna go ahead
and spike that one.

Why don't you go wash the car, take that
camping trip you've always wanted to?

You've got
the KBHR guarantee!

Coming up this half-hour, "Dialectical
Materialism: A Dream Defunct. "

Right now, I got a note here from Cicely's
latest resident, our very own Mike Monroe.

It seems Mike lost his bed
linens in the recent move...

so anybody out there with some 100%
cotton bed sheets they can part with...

drop by the bubble, okay?

Here's what you do, wash them first in
a little hot water with some baking soda.

No soap, please. I think
we can all get behind that.

Turning to the KBHR advertiser, got
an almost new, black BMW for sale.

325-I, low mileage, belongs to
Matthew Miller, son of Ruth-Anne.

Says he's looking to make
a lifestyle change.

Car's priced to go, and he's
gonna carry the paper. Cool.

Stevens.

Yeah, boss.

What do you know
about this Bubbleman?

What do you mean?

Well, this thing he has.
This, M.C. Whatever.

Oh, Multiple Chemical
Sensitivity.

Yeah. What do you know
about that? Is that common...

or is it a one-in-a-million
shot, like being an albino?

Well, that's
a good question, Maurice.

You know,
opinions vary, however.

I mean, personally,
I think this guy's the tip...

of the proverbial iceberg,
you know?

Considering the wholesale thrashing
we've been giving the planet...

you know, the daily
degradation on Gaea...

since the dawn of
the Industrial Revolution...

it comes as no surprise to me that
we're not all walking time bombs...

immunologically speaking.

You know, some of us are gonna go off
sooner than others, you know what I mean?

But right now,
at this moment...

you think there's a significant
number of people with this malady?

Well, the wagons are circled,
the siege has begun, Maurice.

But if this guy can
get healthy here in Cicely...

presumably all his fellow-sufferers
can get healthy, too.

Presumably.

Mike Monroe?

Yeah.
And you are?

Maggie.
Maggie O'Connell.

I brought your mail
and some supplies.

Where's Ed?

Well, I came straight from
the airport. I'm a pilot.

Well, I can't come outside,
so do you mind coming in?

Fine.

Door's open to the airlock.
Let yourself in.

Yeah?

You wearing any makeup?

Eyeliner.

Perfume, shampoo,
conditioner?

Baby shampoo.

Any synthetic clothing?

This shell.
It has some nylon in it.

Well, if you could just
hang that up on the hook.

Okay.
Thanks.

Here, I'll take that.
Thanks.

Yeah.

Homey.
Are you serious?

Yeah.

Well, would you like a tour?

Really? Is that okay?

Yeah, I just detoxed.

Detoxed?

Yeah. Everything should be all
right for a few minutes. Come on in.

Well, what we have here is the
dining room, reading room...

living room.

The "everything but bedroom,
bath, and kitchen. "

Back here...

this is the kitchen.

Got the composter here,
trash compactor...

solar-powered
water purifier.

How interesting.

Everything's customized.

That's one of the drawbacks
of dome living.

They don't make a lot of things
for rooms with round walls.

True.

Behind you,
you see the herb garden...

basil, oregano,
what have you.

And over here, the
low-impact toilet and shower.

Upstairs is the bedroom.

No television?

Killed me to give it up.

I was hooked on CNN.

But there's just too much
plastic in a television.

The outgassing gave me
tremendous headaches.

Outgassing, it's fumes given
off by synthetic products.

Right.

The electromagnetic field didn't
do too much for me, either.

My blood pressure would
fluctuate all over the place.

I'm sorry,
would you like to sit down?

Sure. Thanks.

Pretty nice place.

Thanks.

It's really beautiful up here.
And clean.

You know, I'm planning on going outside
as soon as I build up my antioxidants.

And the fallout from
Mount Pinatubo blows over.

Mount Pinatubo?

In the Philippines?

Three days ago.

Cinder, hot ashes,
you know, toxic gases.

And you can feel that
all the way up here?

Well, depending
on prevailing winds...

humidity,
other barometric factors.

Interesting.

Well, you can't be
too careful.

Couple of months ago...

they did underground nuclear testing
in China. Put me in bed for a week.

Well, listen, I thank you
for the lovely tour...

but I really think
I should be going.

You don't believe me.

No, no, no, no,
I think it's fascinating.

Mount Pinatubo and underground
nuclear testing in China, and, hey...

Your perfume.

My perfume?

I'm not wearing any perfume.

Oriental blend...

tangerines...

castorium.

I showered before I came here.

Maybe a little myrrh.

Twice.

Opium. You're wearing Opium.

I got it, didn't I?

Yeah.

Bye.

Did you know Michael Milken?

Nope.

How about Ivan Boesky?

Nope.

I had lunch
with Marty Siegel once.

Say, did he go to jail?

He was sentenced
to two months.

Wow.

Did the enoki mushrooms
come in yet, Ed?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Unbelievable. This is how
you do your books?

For 35 years.

Mom. You're throwing money
out the window.

I can set you up
with a computer program...

a real no-brainer.

It'll track inventory,
flag pay-

I'm doing it, aren't I?

Mmm-hmm.

Here, I'm supposed to be getting
away from all that bottom line crap...

the first thing I try to do
is overhaul your store.

Matthew, you've devoted your entire life
to maximizing the return on investment.

You can't be expected
to break old habits overnight.

You're right.
One step at a time.

So, is there any simple...

back-to-basics type of
craft industry in this town?

Something I could get in
on the ground floor?

You mean like basket weaving
or pottery? That kind of thing?

No. Oh, a tackle shop!

What? Remember those
flies I used to make?

Matthew, you hate fishing.

Fishing I could take or leave,
tying flies I enjoyed. Remember?

You and Dad and Rudy
would go down to the river...

and I'd stay
in the station wagon...

with that little kit,
tying up whatever was working.

Mmm-hmm.

Dad said I made the best
Royal Coachman he'd ever seen.

And my rates
were competitive, too.

Let's see, I'd need a space,
around 400 square feet.

What about that vacant storefront
next to the pizza parlor?

That would work.
Matthew, you just got here.

Point taken. Slow down.
Smell the coffee.

Why don't you go jog
or something?

Fleischman? You got a minute?

Depends. You sick?

No. I just had a few
questions about Mike.

Mike?

Yeah, Mike Monroe.
The Bubbleman.

On a first-name basis,
are we, O'Connell?

Well, I went out there, and-
You went out there?

Fleischman, it's really annoying
when you repeat everything I say.

You went out there by chance
or design? I had a delivery.

So you give it to Ed. Ed's
cleared for deliveries, you're not.

Since when do you even care?
You don't even think he's sick.

Hey. Despite whatever personal
reservations I have about his condition...

I'm obligated to provide Mike
with the best possible treatment...

which means keeping away
walking contaminants like you.

Oh. Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

It's just that he seems
so lonely, Fleischman.

I'm sure he's used to it.

How could you get used to it? I
mean, he can't ever have company.

You know, not company-company,
for more than just a few minutes.

Well, if they follow
all the rules...

no synthetic clothing, no cosmetics,
a few zillion other things.

But he can't...

What?

You know.

What?

He can't, you know,
touch people.

Touch people?

Well, yeah. You know, like,
have a massage or anything.

A massage.

Yeah, well...
A massage.

Forget it, Fleischman.

Hey! Are we talking shiatsu, Swedish, or
your conventional deep muscle kind of thing?

I don't know
why I even bother.

I'm not the one who's talking about
hot waxing the Elephant Man here.

Drop dead, Fleischman!

So this CEO invites us
into the deal.

He actually invites us
to raid his own company.

Says he's doing it
for the shareholders.

So we float the paper.
Slam dunk.

The company's sold, the
slash-and-burn guys move in.

And you know
what happens next, right?

The CEO's back in my
office, crying like a baby.

Where's his jet?
The Matisse?

The suite at the Pierre?

Oh. Flash forward a year...

10,000 people get canned, the
company's on life support...

and this guy's checking into
Betty Ford, babbling in his sleep.

Huh.

Maurice Minnifield.

Oh, hey, the astronaut!

Oh, my mom's told me
a lot about you.

Fine woman, your mother.

Thank you.

Uh, Shelly,
do you wanna take a hike?

Okay.

Listen, Matthew, I'm putting together
a venture that might interest you.

Thanks, but I'm out
of the investment game.

Oh, you don't even want to look at
it, purely for your own amusement?

No, I'm out cold turkey.
It's the only way for me.

No more deals, period.

Well, say no more.
I understand completely.

Just thinking that...

a couple of blue chippers like you and I
might enjoy getting together for a few laughs.

Very few people around here
speak the language.

I get that impression.

Yeah, well...

What size start-up
were you thinking about?

Oh, nothing much.
Say, $20 million capitalized.

Small potatoes.

What field?

Oh, no. No, no.

I don't want to put
temptation in your path.

Oh, Maurice, one prospectus is not gonna
get me to jump on the next plane to Atlanta.

What do you know
about environmental medicine?

Genentech? Bioengineering?
That sort of thing?

I'm talking
specialized health care.

Risky.

The Lower 48 is going to hell
in a hand basket.

People down there are not gonna be able
to drink the water or breathe the air...

without turning into
some kind of mutants.

Where do you think
they're gonna turn?

Alaska.

I've got 40,000 acres
picked out. Spaceship Cicely.

A planned community...

with environmentally benign
luxury condominiums.

Picture this. People come
in like sick caterpillars.

After a week or two, they
emerge from their cocoons...

beautiful butterflies able
to work, play, enjoy life.

All at 30 years fixed
with, say, nine percent?

General offering?

What do you think?

Let's crunch the numbers.
See where they take us.

I've got the raw data
right here.

Here. Let me give you
some more.

We've also got
some eggplant, zucchini.

What did you think
of the carrots?

Good. A little...

Bland.

Well...

I know, I know.

If they weren't orange,
you wouldn't have a clue.

That's true.

You know, some day I'm gonna have
Carbone's thick crust pizza again.

And garlic bread, and a
frosty pitcher of beer...

and tacos,
and super burritos...

and guacamole,
and sour cream...

and melted jack.

What's the point?
I try not to think about it.

What?
Nothing.

No, no, come on, please,
tell me.

Well, I don't know,
it's just that you...

You seem so nice,
so normal.

You've been talking
to Dr. Fleischman.

Well...
He thinks I'm crazy.

He does?

Yeah, well, he does.

Did he tell you
that he does?

I know the look.

Listen, it took me a year to convince
myself it wasn't all in my head.

So how did this happen? I
mean, were you always this way?

No.

I swam the butterfly
in college.

Ran the 400.
I was healthy as a horse.

So...

Well, the trigger mechanism
hasn't been identified yet.

The best anybody's come up with is that the
body simply gets overloaded with toxins...

like overfilling a bucket.

You get hypersensitized, and
then, basically, things go tilt.

But why you?

I don't know.
Nobody really knows.

I used to work in one of those glass and
steel office buildings in Minneapolis.

You know, windows everywhere,
but none that work.

The firm redecorated. Soon after,
I started getting headaches.

Migraines.

The doctor said it had to do with
fumes. Paint, carpeting, whatever.

So I took a week off.

But things just
kept getting worse.

Eventually, I developed every
allergic reaction known to man.

I mean, I couldn't handle a deposition
without breaking out in hives.

Going to the supermarket
was a nightmare.

If it wasn't the pesticides on the produce,
it was the fumes from the cellophane.

Wow.
Yeah.

The firm made me
see a psychiatrist.

Eventually, he confirmed
his own suspicions.

So, finally, I found
a clinical ecologist...

and he was able to make a
diagnosis that made sense to me.

But there isn't any cure?

Oh, sure. Yeah.

Shut down all heavy industry
and start over.

I'm not holding my breath.

Matthew?

Just one second, Mom.
Let me throw a shirt on.

Come in.

Brought you some lunch.

Oh, thanks.

You haven't left this room
all day.

Well, you know.

I never saw anybody throw
themselves into something like this.

How many flies
have you tied?

Well, I'm concentrating
on quality right now.

Oh.

I must admit, when you first
mentioned opening a tackle shop...

I thought you'd
lost your mind.

What's that?

My fax.

Fax?

I'll get it.
You eat.

"Minnifield Holdings
International"?

That's right, initial offering's gonna
go fast. I'm giving you first look.

Well, don't think about
it too long. You bet.

Well, Ruth-Anne,
what can I do for you?

Did you ask Matthew
to help you with this?

He doesn't waste time,
does he?

He was supposed
to be tying flies.

This is superlative work.

What'd you say?

He wants to get out
of investment banking.

Oh, yeah, he mentioned
something about that.

And you got him involved
anyway?

I didn't exactly
twist his arm, Ruth-Anne.

I suppose you'd offer a drink
to a reformed alcoholic, too.

Well, hold on there.

I may have put some ideas in the boy's
head, but he ran with them like a pro.

He's trying
to change, Maurice.

Why?

Why?

Yeah, he's a
crackerjack money man.

Listen, Maurice, didn't you
ever want to change your life?

No.

Well, he does. And he needs
time and encouragement.

Encouragement to do what?

Open a tackle shop.

That's just about the
stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Do you really think we need
another tackle shop around here?

Well, I wouldn't say there's
a dying need for it, no, but...

Well, then, why do you
want him to open one?

I don't want him to open one.

He wants to open one.

I'm just trying
to encourage him.

I must be missing
something here.

I have never told either
of my boys what to do...

and I'm not going
to start now.

You just said
you were encouraging him.

Well, that's different.

It's just...
Well, it's just...

Oh, stay out of it.

All right, now let's see
what we got here.

Your magnesium level is a bit
elevated. I'm gonna cut it back.

Lower levels seem to trigger
nausea with me, Joel.

Well, that's not
medically warranted.

A clinician at Mayo said...

that it has to do with the
combustion process during digestion.

I read the file, Mike.

It was an assistant clinician who said it
was a possibility, a remote possibility.

Can we be frank, Joel?

Absolutely.

You don't think
I have a problem.

Well, that's not true. I...

I think you definitely have a problem
- But it's in my head?

Basically.

I think that your symptoms
are psychogenic, yes.

So at least you concede
I have symptoms?

Well, I would put your condition
under the same heading...

that I would hysterical
pregnancy, hysterical blindness.

Except you have
hysterical allergies.

And while I can sympathize with the fact
that you do seem to be genuinely suffering...

I think that the solution is
psychological. It's not metabolic.

Perfectly rational response.

Why do I feel like
I was just insulted?

No, no, no. Not at all.

I consider myself
a deeply rational person.

You do?
Yes, I do.

How do you account for the stunning
lack of corroborating evidence...

for your condition?

Historically, Joel...

science only looks for what
society's willing to accept.

For the AMA
to admit my condition...

would be to publicly admit that this
planet is becoming dangerously toxic...

for all living things.

Now, when people
are ready to face that...

I have no doubt
that science will find...

a medically supportable
explanation for my symptoms.

And in the meantime?

I think of myself
as a canary in the coal mine.

I'm an early warning.

A foot soldier
on the front line.

Hey, O'Connell.

The guy is unbelievable.
Who?

Mike. I just spent an hour
with him. He's brilliant.

It's like playing chess
with Spassky.

I mean, he's always three moves
ahead of you. So now you're convinced?

Convinced? Yeah, if I had the
slightest doubt, O'Connell, it's gone.

I mean, demolished. I told
you he wasn't a lunatic.

No, he's crazy.
He is.

He's completely bonkers,
beyond the pale...

but what sublime madness.

I mean, the man has recycled
every idea of Western philosophy.

Not to mention
history, science, religion.

I mean, you got to look at the
intellectual construct here.

The wheels within the wheels.

I mean, all fantasy, of
course, but the erudition...

the raw brain power.

Oh, this guy could have done
extraordinary things...

if he wouldn't have
wigged out.

What do you want,
anyways?

When you're in a better mood.
I'm in a great mood.

No, no, no. Oh! Fleischman.
Hey! Hey, that's mine!

Fleischman, it's mine.
Immunology Monthly.

I didn't know
you were a subscriber.

Well, I found it
through CompuServe.

I was just flipping through the
listings, and I found this article...

on provocation neutralization. I
thought you might be interested.

Uh-huh.

Fleischman, you could
at least look at it.

Hey, I'm aware of the
concept, O'Connell. And?

And besides the fact that,
as a trained physician...

I have a hard time with the notion of
injecting anyone with possible carcinogens...

such treatment is extremely
contraindicated in this case.

Mike's blood chemistry's
abnormal enough as is.

What?

What?

Oh, I should've seen it coming. What?

The crush.
The infatuation.

Oh, Fleischman, please.
Right.

I suppose you spend hours reading
through obscure medical journals...

out of idle curiosity. What I
do for a friend is my business.

Friend? What happened to
stranger? Acquaintance?

I happen to find Mike's
predicament interesting.

Give me a break, O'Connell.

See, the Bubbleman
is right out of Emily Brontë.

He's handsome, flawed, and totally
inaccessible. He's perfect for you.

Oh, well, Fleischman, why don't
you just stick to blood chemistry?

That's something
you know about. Presumably.

Proust, you Francophiles
will remember...

spent the last 15 years of his
life in a cork-lined bedroom...

on Haussmann Boulevard
in Paris, France.

Now, a lot of people
at the time...

thought that Marcel
was off his nut...

and while there may be little accounting
for the behavior of a bedridden Frenchman...

consider that this celebrated
artiste was a known asthmatic...

who demonstrated
extreme sensitivity...

to even the slightest change
in environmental conditions.

Could it be
that Mike and Marcel...

are hyperallergic cousins
under the skin?

Food to boil on.

Have you got everything?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Do you want me to carry
that? No. No, no, I'm fine.

Can you close the door
behind you?

Yeah. Sure.

Here we go.

How we doing?

Okay. We're doing okay.

Wait.
What?

Nitrogen count. It's a
bit higher than I expected.

You want to go back inside? No.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Okay.
Yeah.

Nice day. Oh, it's gorgeous. Gorgeous.

So, why don't you tell me
about yourself?

Me?
Yeah.

You've been asking all the
questions. Now it's my turn.

Okay. All right.
What do you want to know?

Well, what brought you
to Alaska?

A grad student
I was going with. Dave.

He was a writer,
a mountain climber.

He died.
Oh, I'm sorry.

How'd you end up
in Cicely?

Another boyfriend.
Bruce.

He ate bad potato salad.
He died, too.

Oh.
Yeah.

Look. Look. An eagle.

Well, would you look
at that?

Isn't that something?

Oh. Whoa.

Mike?
Excuse me.

Mike? I think we better go back inside.

Okay.
Yeah.

What is it?

Just a little reaction.

I feel a little constriction
around my pharynx, but...

Do you want me to call
Fleischman? No! No, no, no.

It's nothing.
I'll be fine.

The Major Market Index
up 0. 15...

and the New York Composite
down 0.35.

We're also fixing the S&P
400, that MidCap down 0. 25.

Look at him.

He's like a deer
caught in headlights.

He does seem
to like that station.

Matthew always had tremendous
powers of concentration.

I remember him just sitting
at his bedroom window...

watching raindrops
streaking down the pane.

He could do that?
For hours.

Maybe you ought to
talk to him, Ruth-Anne.

The customers
want ESPN?

It's not that, it's that tackle
shop of his. It's not going to fly.

Why not?

Well, be both know
that the only reason...

why people hang out in fishing
shops is to talk fishing.

Matthew doesn't talk fishing.

I don't think
he's ever been fishing.

...which has gold
off $1.30...

since silver's off 1. 7 cents,
and platinum down $3...

Thirteen in the side.

So?

So?
You saw Mike?

Yes.
And?

He's fine, O'Connell.
Fine?

Well, I mean, his throat was a
little raw, his eyes were bloodshot.

I gave him some Seldane.

He happened to be really sick
a couple of hours ago. Right.

He wasn't faking it,
Fleischman.

Whatever you say, O'Connell.

Fleischman, he is not crazy.
He's calm, he's rational.

What better clue
do you want?

What are you
talking about?

If you were stuck
in a bubble...

if your life were basically
destroyed by a bunch of paint fumes...

if you could no longer hold a
magazine or squeeze a cantaloupe...

or make whoopee for fear of
a hyperallergic reaction...

you think
you'd be calm or rational?

I wouldn't. I'd be mad, that's
what I'd be. I'd be really mad.

Oh, well, that's a good test
of sanity.

How Fleischman would react
to something.

Fleischman gets hurt,
Fleischman gets angry.

Fleischman's frustrated,
Fleischman gets angry.

Fleischman's wrong,
Fleischman gets angry.

The man is in a bubble because
he wants to be in a bubble.

I don't know why,
you don't know why.

It would take years of
Freudian analysis to know why.

But he has retreated
from the world, okay?

He's hiding from you. He's hiding
from me. He's hiding from himself.

That's all there is to it.
You're wrong.

Look, I'll bet if he could
walk down Main Street...

right now, right this minute,
he'd refuse, he'd plotz.

He's terrified of reality.

You are so wrong.

Leave him alone, O'Connell.
Find yourself another victim.

Buy a Harlequin romance,
watch a soap opera.

You're not gonna help him,
you know.

Matthew, it's 3:00
in the morning.

Hi, Mom.

I have the Reuters screen.

Tokyo exchange. Tokyo? On my phone line?

Well, I kept
the company calling card.

See, I heard
the Dow was down today...

and I wanted to take a peek to
see how it was affecting T-bills...

and sure enough,
right there...

it's up a blip,
a thirty-second of a point.

You'd have to put on
a derivative hedge...

to lock in the gain, but I thought
- Matthew.

You have to go back
to Atlanta.

No, Mom, I'll try harder.

Look, look, I... Gone.

I'll throw
the damn thing away.

Matthew, you simply are not
cut out for life up here.

You're not
a child of nature.

Mom-
Hear me out.

I always wanted you
to be more like your brother.

Outdoorsy.

A dreamer.
Like you.

Oh, I'm not like that at all.
I'm a doer, like you.

But I always wanted you to do
what I wanted you to do...

instead of
what you wanted to do.

And I'm not going to have you
turning yourself into me...

on my account.

Now, admittedly, to me,
investment banking...

is about as exciting
as watching paint dry.

But if that's what you want,
then I want it for you, too.

This isn't you talking, Mom.

It may have taken me 40 years
to realize it, Matthew...

but you're more me
than I'd have liked you to be.

Forget the tackle shop?
Definitely.

You won't be disappointed?

You're a good man, Matthew.
I mean that.

So...

lock in those T-bills.

Mike-
Hold on a minute.

Just a second.

Yes.
What?

I got it.

What went wrong yesterday,
I know what it was.

Yeah? No, it's gonna be a
few days before I, you know...

get the satellite photos
to confirm...

but look at this.

The wind was coming out
of the northwest...

at about eight knots, right? Right.

Right. And there's
an alfalfa field here...

about three miles away.
That's Hobart Ramsey's field.

It was dusted with pesticide
two days ago.

Ed told me.
And we were here, right?

So the wind just came right
through this break here...

and pow!

You seemed pleased.
Well, I am.

Not only does this confirm that
I'm not a paranoid delusional...

but it also proves
that yesterday's troubles...

was not caused by general
environmental conditions.

So it wasn't the air.

Not at all.

So you can take a walk?

Sure.
How about now?

Now?
Yeah.

Well, we could do that...

but I was thinking
maybe, you know...

more like a couple of days, you know.

Maybe Tuesday.
Tuesday?

Yeah, these things,
you know...

they have to be
planned, Maggie.

There's pressure charts
and weather readings.

Just a little walk.

We can always
come right back.

I don't know.

Well, on the other hand,
look, no sense pushing.

No sense taking
any unnecessary risks.

I think that's probably the best course.

Okay.

So, I'll see that prospectus
next week?

Yeah, I talked to Steve
Nesbitt, my demographics guy...

at Wilshire Associates
this morning.

He said he'll have the projections
for me by the time I get home.

Outstanding.

If you don't leave now,
Matthew...

you're not going to make
Sleetmute by nightfall.

Have a safe journey.
I'll be in touch.

Well, Mom...

Call me.
I will, Mom.

I'll call you
from Sleetmute.

Matthew.

I'm sorry.

I know.
I love you.

I know, Mom.
I love you, too.

Bye, Matthew!

Matthew Miller. Ruth-Anne's
son. He's just visiting.

Oh.
How you doing?

Great, I feel very
strapped in, very secure.

You don't think this is too
scary for children, or anything?

No.

Hi, Maggie.
Oh, hi, Shelly.

Shelly,
this is Mike Monroe.

Mike, Shelly Tambo.

Nice to meet you.
I like the look.

Thank you.
See you.

Bye.
Bye.

Oh, Maurice!

Maurice, this is Mike Monroe.
Mike, Maurice Minnifield.

Oh, the Bubbleman.

How's the weather in there? Fine, fine.

Thank you for letting me
use your suit.

No problem. How's it fit?

Well, it's a little short
in the arms...

but other than that,
fine.

Be careful with it.

That's a genuine piece
of American folklore.

This is Mike Monroe. Oh,
hi, hello. How are you?

Just like The Andromeda
Strain, huh, Dr. Fleischman?

What?

Oh, you know, Maurice letting
Mike wear his spacesuit.

Well, of course, Maurice
can't fit into it anymore.

Too many mooseburgers.

So this was Maurice's
idea? No, Maggie's.

O'Connell's?

Oh, hey, look,
there's Fleischman.

There's Fleischman.
Oh.

Hi, Fleischman!

Hello, Joel!
I just landed on Earth!

Are you friendly?

Want to go to The Brick?
Buy you a drink? Sure.

Okay.

Hi, guys.
This is Mike.

Hi. How are you?

I don't think they're
used to seeing anybody...

in something like this.