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Well, listen, extremes, I'd like to
welcome you to the show. I'm sure you're

feeling a little bit shy, but don't
worry.

How's everything so far?

Well, you know, it makes me want to...

You know, I think you're going to fit
right in.

Digit, roll the opening.

Hi there, and welcome to our very first
show. We're all really excited about

this.

Almost all of us are excited.

Anyhow, this program will give you a
chance to see a lot of different things.

represents the very best of the work
we've been doing lately.

Now, our show is usually divided into
two half -hours.

Tonight's second half is a beautiful,
eerie tale from the storyteller called

Heartless Giant.

our show however we go to muppet
television and the frog in charge of

old friend named kermit you remember
kermit listen don't give me any trouble

kermit presides over a place called
muppet central a huge control room into

which feeds every video source you can
imagine and kermit has to pick and

the stuff he thinks will enjoy now he
promises that tonight's episode is

going to be out there i don't know what
that means but i assume it's a good

thing kermit Oh, yes, it's a very good
thing, because tonight's show centers

around the theme of science fiction, and
I'm relying very heavily on Digit,

since this whole area is very close to
his heart.

Yes, when I die, I'm going to leave my
body to science fiction.

And so, without further ado... Wait,
wait.

Amazing news. I'm picking up TV signals
from deep space.

What? Yes.

Alien beings are transmitting TV
programs not unlike our own.

But that would prove that there's
intelligent life in other galaxies.

No, it just proves they have television.

Oh, listen, Digit. Why don't you see if
you can feed the signal to our viewers,

and I will go cancel some of the boring
parts of this show.

Wait just a minute there.

Oh, hi, Louie.

Did I hear you cancel my spot?

Oh, no, no. Not you, Louie. You see,
we'll be getting you a little bit later.

Just wait right there in that monitor.

All right.

Do you have any magazines?

No, but you might find this pretty
interesting because Digit's going to

some alien TV shows.

Digit?

Oh, that was no Norblick. That was my
peen freeble. Oh, that's great. I tell

you, Kermit, this stuff is much more my
kind of humor.

Is that thing the receiver?

Yes. It's coming through loud and clear
from somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy.

Well, how do we get to see it?

Well, you don't. I'm using my head as a
terminal, so the best I can do is

describe it to you.

What? Oh, I've heard of this. It has a
name.

It's called radio.

Well, at least we've got an opening
number. And here they are, the extremes.

I don't want to take any

more. Don't take it.

I just stay here locked behind the door.
And throw away the keys.

There's just no time to...

Excuse me. I have to get ready for my
number.

Okay.

Digit? Oh, Digit, are you still picking
up television signals from the Andromeda

galaxy?

Shh, Kermit, the glinstroff is loose.

Oh, Lord, he's picking up the cupcakes.

Don't open the door.

Must be some sort of intergalactic
horror movie.

Oh, no, don't do that.

What'd they do? What'd they do?

They cut the commercial. Don't you just
hate that?

Good grief.

Oh, look, it's our guest star, Louie
Anderson.

Now here's something we can actually
see.

Geez, I didn't expect such an elegant
place.

Though I was surprised that they made
you put on that tie.

I know how you resent that sort of
thing.

Did it upset you?

Coming to a specially selected theater
near you, Louie Anderson's remake of a

film classic, My Dinner with Godzilla.

I mean, I really admire the way you can
express yourself so freely.

I mean, look at me here right now.

I really wanted this steak well done.

But I have to go through this whole
involved mental process just to bring

to send something back.

Oh, thanks.

But see, that's what I mean. You can act
on your impulses while I sit here. I've

got my mother's voice in my head saying,
hey.

What about your table manners?

I mean, do you ever have that kind of
inner conflict when you're stomping down

cities?

This was a four -star restaurant. I
think you just knocked it down to two.

That's what I admire about you.

You're so, I don't know, focused.

You know what you want, and you go after
it.

Or am I just plugging into my need to
see you that way?

Perplexing. Provocative.

Challenging. My dinner with Godzilla.

Let's see. You had Tokyo, right?

Boy, there's a movie to keep an eye out
for.

Oh, this beauty contest from outer space
is fantastic.

Beauty contest?

What part are they doing? What part?

The swimsuit competition.

Did you, my friend?

There must, I say, there must be a way
for all of us to see this.

Well, as a matter of fact, there might
be.

Very thrilling point in this year's Miss
Galaxy pageant. The judges are about to

announce our winner. They'll be awarding
points for beauty, intelligence, and

genetic originality.

But while we're waiting, let's talk with
two of our lovely finalists, Jo Beth

Goff to who? Miss Crab Nebula.

And Zsa Zsa Pork Mustard from the Planet
Coos Bay.

Come on in.

Wait a minute. Now, Jo Beth.

Hi, Jo Beth.

Hi. Are you nervous?

A little. Well, you shouldn't be because
you're lovely. You're lovely. Thank

you. What is your favorite thing about
being a beauty queen?

Well, that's a hard question.

You mean there are so many favorite
things.

No, I...

work with underprivileged children and
then eat them.

Now, Zsa Zsa, for that talent spark,
many of our contestants like to sing a

song. You chose instead to excrete
ammonia while setting fire to your nose.

Wait, I'm sorry to interrupt. Hold that
thought. This is the moment we've all

been waiting for. The new Miss Galaxy is
about to be crowned, so it's over to

the judges.

Eating them.

And so, from the Hotel Swanky, Ursa
Major, this is Marty the Earthling

may be tasteless, but at the moment,
that's all that's keeping me alive.

Maybe a little hollandaise. Stay away
from me.

Whoa, that was disgusting.

Let's eat some more of this stuff.

All right, but I need more power.

You got it, Digit.

Eat. That's good paper.

Here you go, Digit. Oh, thank you, Leon.
Wait a second. That's the master input.

That table contains every video feed on
the planet.

Whoa.

Lucy, I'm home.

And here's bachelor number two.

One of these days, Alice.

Pow, right in the kisser.

Dr. Welby, will he be all right?

Nanu nanu.

Cut to commercial.

Hey, Kerr.

How's Digit? Oh, well, he's still in bad
shape, but Lindbergh is giving him

first aid.

Wait a minute.

Lindbergh is a TV repairman, a pipe
fitter, and a cheap metal worker. The

perfect man to give Digit first aid.

I see what you mean.

Hey, what you doing?

Well, I thought I would check and see
what was on the Heavy Culture Channel.

Heavy. Too heavy for me.

And now, a dramatization of Count Leo
Tolstoy's classic novel, War and Peace.

This week, part one, War.

Tune in next week for part two, Peace.

Today's show was brought to you by the
letter Friday, Joe Friday.

with more precipitation Saturday
morning. And you are no Jack Kennedy.

I don't seem to be able to fix him. Are
you a doctor?

Well, I'm an expert in first aid and
plumbing.

If he dies, could you come in and take a
look at my sink?

Kermit, I think I can help.

Prepare for surgery.

Waldo, what are you going to do?

I'm going in.

I'm ready.

Waldo, where are you now?

I'm in a big room with lots of dusty
file cabinets and cobwebs.

Where's that?

I think Waldo's made his way into
Digit's brain.

Let's see if you can find the motor
reflexes. Is this it?

Right above that should be the emotion
control.

Feelings, oh, feelings.

Wish I'd never met you, girl.

Turn it down, turn it down.

Hey, I'm drawing a blank, guys.

Can you zip me out of here, Lindy? No
problem. I'll just hit this yellow

translocation button and it'll beam you
right...

Okay, Bootsy, here's all the stuff
you'll need for a whole new adventure.

Oh, Brad's going to be so surprised.

Come on, Bootsy.

I'm going nutty.

Let me see your new outfit.

I'm getting dressed, Brad.

This one's a little complicated.

So cool your retro rockets and get ready
for it.

Reach for the stars.

I'd sure like to blast off with you,
Boots, and catch that swingy space

And how about this dreamy Bootsy life
support system?

Well, I guess it's pretty nice.

Hey, why so glum, Brad?

Well, I was just thinking.

Here you are, Bootsy the fashion model,
Bootsy the career girl, Bootsy the

astronaut.

With all these high -powered careers,
when are you going to find time for me?

Yes, I do have fabulous careers, Brad.

And a wardrobe to go with each one.

But there's one thing I need to make
every outfit complete.

What's that, Boots?

You on my arm.

Oh, Boots, and I was worried.

Does that mean that we can be astronauts
together?

Well, Brad, being an astronaut takes a
lot of special training and tailoring. I

could learn.

Here, Bootsy, I made you a spaceship of
your very own. Oh, okay, Brad. Get ready

for your first lesson.

In my new Bootsy Reach for the Stars
Spacester. Wow.

Kinky wheels, Boots.

Hop on.

Wow. This astronaut's stuff is a gas.

Next time, I'll show you how to push the
button that fires those zippy turbo

thrusters. This button, Boots?

Hey, Lindbergh, get us out of here.

I can't. I can't reach the yellow button
from inside here. If we work together,

maybe we can get Digit to push the
button.

We have to figure out how to move him.

I'll look for a motor control.

Hey, hey, come here. Look at this.

What's that?

It's a control marked locomotion.

Great. Push it.

Everybody's doing their brand new dance
now.

Come on, baby, do the locomotion.

Flynnburg, turn it off.

Hey, I found the hand control.

The feet. Quick, find the controls for
the feet.

Let me try these ones here.

No, no, push it the other way. I'll try.

Now, find the finger.

Finger here.

Now, the yellow button. Quick. Turn,
turn.

Towards the yellow button. Here we go.

Getting closer. Here we go.

That was fun.

Now what?

I know I had a tool belt on when I went
in.

Oh, no.

Oops. Oh, here's Louie Anderson.

Space Guy, the thrilling story of a guy
in space.

When last we left Space Guy, he and his
faithful crew of lobsters had just

escaped another harrowing experience.

Jeez, that was a harrowing experience.

I tell you, this is one space guy who's
never going to mix antimatter and beer

nuts again.

Captain Space Guy!

What now, Lobster Debbie?

I'm picking up communications from an
alien vessel.

Shall I put them on the view screen?

It's almost time for Bonanza.

Where's the remote?

The lobsters were higher in the paper.
Look under the cover.

What was that?

Look, it's an alien being.

Actually, I'm an alien being.

Hello. I'm Commander Bunny from the
planet Q -Tron.

What do you want?

I want to be your friend.

I've had friends.

Ah, what do you say? Do you want to sing
a song or play a game?

Eat my socks, you little carrot sucker.

before my ferocious team of combat
lobsters have to get robbed.

I'm Space Guy!

Lobsters? What a coincidence. We just
found all this melted butter, right?

So long, space chump.

Hey, hey, don't take the remote.

So are we friends now?

I'll see you as rabbits do first,
hairball.

You know, you wouldn't be so cranky if
you were cute.

Maybe a little dose of the cute ray will
cheer you up.

Gotcha. My nose.

What are you doing?

My hands.

I'll get you for this, you piece of
garbage.

See? You just keep getting cuter and
cuter.

Stop it. Stop it.

Oh, you won't make me cute. You won't.

Think of things that aren't cute.

Toxic waste.

Shotguns. Leonard Nimoy. Cigar butts.

The cutest, cuddliest, most
pinkaliciously wonderful person in the

Pinkaboo? Pinkaboo?

Will you be my friend?

Maybe I set it too high.

Kermit, you've tried everything.

Poor Digit. Never mind Digit. What about
my tool belt?

I love screwdriver.

Never mind that. We're almost out of
time.

Kermit, there's a variety show from
outer space you just have to see.

A variety show from outer space? We
don't have time for that, Gonzo. We have

do something about a closing number. We
don't have time for that, Osnog.

We have to do something about a closing
number.

What did he say?

Why, what did you say?

Wait a second. Who are you?

I'm Tim Rick the Gorf, and we're the
Tupums.

Hey, you don't have any idea for a
closing number, do you?

Gee, I don't know. I guess things are
about the same the whole galaxy over.

When you don't have a closing number,
there's only one thing to do.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Pardon me, boy, is that the Chattanooga
choo -choo?

Strike 29, boy, you can give me a shine.

I can afford to board a Chattanooga choo
-choo.

I've got my fare, and just to try for
despair.

Leave the Pennsylvania station at a
quarter to four.

Read a magazine and then you're in
Baltimore.

Dinner in the diner, nothing could be
finer than to have your hammer next to

Carolina.

Well, there's going to be a certain
party at the station.

Saturday.

I've merchandised you to 16 toy
companies.

Get my agent on the phone.

When you hear the whistle blowing into
the bar, then you know that Tennessee is

not very far.

Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it
rolling.

Woo -woo, Chattanooga, there you are.

There's gonna be a certain party at the
station.

Saturday night, I used to call funny
things.

She's gonna cry.

Some time ago, we got to wondering what
it would be like to combine ancient

European folktales with the visual punch
and pace of today's music videos.

Now, that idea gave birth to our series
of programs called The Storyteller,

starring John Hurt.

He's with us tonight, telling a tale
called The Heartless Giant.

On the whole, there's absolutely no need
to be frightened of giants.

Giants are gentle, perfectly harmless,
very affectionate.

Unless, of course, the giant has no
heart in its body.

Think of all kinds of unpleasant things
and add giant to them. And that's what

you get when a giant has no heart.

Such a giant once terrorized a country
in the far north of the world near the

very top.

He'd hidden his heart. He gave him too
much trouble, all those giant feelings.

In its face was a wasp's nest about to
swarm.

this giant could crack a skull with his
fist like a walnut, and frequently did.

Until at last, the old king of that
country, as good as the giant was bad,

trapped him in a giant trap and locked
him in a giant cell.

Good. Very good.

And there he stayed for many a year, and
all would have been well but for a

small problem.

A small problem called Leo, youngest of
the king's three sons.

He is so curious.

Now there's a dark place he's forbidden
to visit.

His brothers tell him a giant lives
there with no heart.

But he doesn't believe it. I don't
believe it!

a giant?

It doesn't matter once if you're a giant
and twice if you're not.

Do you have a heart then, once for yes
and twice for no?

A giant with no heart doesn't spoil you.

Little Prince runs off. His imagination
ablaze. He's so excited.

There's a giant with no heart living in
the castle.

Next morning, he's up at the crack and
running past his mother. Leo, where are

you off to?

Nowhere.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Why are you down there?

Because. Long ago, I did some bad
things.

This is my punishment.

I've been here for years and years.

Unless I'm let out soon, I will surely
die.

Oh, don't worry. I'll go and tell my
father.

No, don't tell anybody. Please.

Would you like to be my friend?

Yes, please.

Good.

Good.

He's bad, that giant.

Oh, yes.

Day after day, the little prince comes
visiting. He wants to tell the whole

world about his friend.

But he can't. So he mustn't. So he
won't.

And in the dark, dank black of the
dungeon, the heartless giant plots.

The keys to my locks.

Do you know where they're kept?

I don't know.

Long ago, a guard said the king kept the
keys to buy his bed.

Oh, those keys.

They're huge. They're massive.

I thought they must be for the crown
jewels.

Oh, no.

They're for me.

They're for my misery.

Do you know something?

Think if I got those old queen and let
you out, nobody would even realize.

No, that's not right.

This is my punishment.

I deserve it.

It's not fair that you're chained down
there.

I bet that chain hurts your legs.

Only sometimes.

I don't care what you say.

Then go and get those keys.

And so, that very night, Leo crept into
the room where the king and queen were

sleeping.

Snake, I've got the keys!

Who goes there?

Hurry! Hurry!

me.

He's escaped.

What's happening?

A giant has escaped.

Leo, go back to your room and help me.

How did he escape after all this time?
He had the keys, my lord.

Someone helped him.

Someone betrayed us.

A madman.

Only a madman would help a giant with no
heart.

Starting again.

Leo, I said get back to your room.

That's right.

Someone betrayed us. Only a madman would
help a giant with no heart.

The boy's face swam with tears. So let
down he felt. So

stupid.

And from that moment, the boy in him,
the innocent heart, the joy in him,

they were gone.

Like his friend.

And they would never return.

Where are you going?

Going to get back the giant. Get back to
bed.

Good luck.

I'm sorry.

But his brother didn't hear.

He'd gone to find the giant.

And he didn't come back.

Brother!

Where are you going?

To find our brother and to kill the
giant. But he'll trick you.

Wish me luck.

Terrible, our boy felt as his brother
rode off.

Terrible. And this brother didn't come
back either.

Mother?

Your father says he intends to go off to
fight the giant.

He can't. He mustn't. I've lost two sons
already. He's too old. He's too ill.

Don't cry.

Leo, promise me. Promise me you won't
hurt him.

But he can't promise. How can he? Were
it not for him, the heartless giant

still be chained and locked and safe in
the dungeon.

No, he did the damage. He must repair
it. So off, madness.

Off, folly. Off, for goodness sake, to
find the giant and put an end to his

cruelty.

And so the young prince Leo rides the
land in search of his once friend, the

heartless giant.

Three winters come and go, their bitter
shiver, until one day he comes to a

place and knows he's in the giant's
cruel footsteps.

Help me, cries a trampled bird. The
giant broke me, and now I cannot fly,

eat. Help me.

And Leo tended the bird.

fixed its wing, fed it bread soaked in
milk, and soon all was well with it.

Thank you, cried the bird.

If you need me, I shan't forget.

Not long after, he stops at a stream,
and he hears a flapping, hears a

thrashing, hears a slapping.

Help me, cries the choking fish.

Help me back into the water. I'm stuck
here. I'm stranded. I'm beached up and

landed.

Now Leo's famished, and he loves a fish.

But he's suffered sufficient, this
fellow.

Back he goes to where the salmon is
king.

Thank you, cries the fish.

I'd have scoffed him if he was so
hungry.

I like fish.

Would you?

Well, listen.

He goes on a little further, and now his
horse gives up the ghost.

His old horse, who's carried the prince
a thousand miles and more, sinks slowly

to his knees and rolls over on his side
and dies.

So did the prince eat his horse?

No, he didn't. He couldn't.

He lay down beside it, famished and
forlorn. He shuts his eyes, squeezing

back tears, drifting into dreams.

Ah.

It's his mother nursing him.

Licking up his wet cheeks.

Hugging him.

Don't move.

Terrible teeth glistening.

I've not eaten since the winter game.

Help me. Let me eat your horse. I'll eat
it and be strong again.

Trust me.

But how can Leo trust anyone?

He's trusted before and been betrayed.

That's right, that's right. Let the wolf
starve.

Please. Please.

Or I must surely die.

No, don't do it.

Eat your fill.

And if you must, then afterwards, eat
me.

And the wolf eats the horse and sucks
the bones until there's not a scrap

save the reins.

Master, come here.

Might you go now?

Yes, us both.

I'll help you.

On my back, sir.

Let's leave this place.

And he does, and they do, and they go a
gray dash.

A day and a night and a morning.

Until they come at last to a garden full
of statues.

Stone men, stone women, stone soldiers.

This is my brother.

This is the giant's work.

There is his house.

All who approach, he turns to stone.

Oh, no, look, you too.

It's so cold.

The giant was my friend. He really was.

He's no one's friend.

He has no heart in his body.

Then I must find his heart.

Did you get that drum?

It's mine. It's me, Leo.

Prince Leo.

Yes, it is you.

I can see now.

Well, are you the same as your brothers?

Come to challenge me?

No, I come in guilt.

If you will take me in.

Or I must go into exile.

Guilty? About what?

That you set me free.

You were a child.

I had to fool you to get the keys.

Otherwise, I'd still be there, rotting.

But stay if you like.

No tricks, though.

No traps.

Else, you'll end up the same.

As your brothers.

No tricks, no traps, agreed the boy, and
went inside.

He's a servant now for the heartless
giant.

For weeks he cleans, for weeks he
scours, until spic where spec was and

where squalor.

Each evening, the giant returns from his
wild outings to find the fire lit, the

hearth swept, and his trousers pressed.

He likes this.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Thank you. I should have had a servant
before.

And I don't treat you bad, do I? For a
heartless giant.

So what happened to your heart?

It's in safekeeping.

Can't feel without it, can I?

Can't get hurt.

Can't die from the breaking of it.
Clever.

So where is it, then?

Elu Pryze is prone to die.

Do you follow me?

Yes.

But I'll tell you if you want to know.

My heart's in that.

In the cupboard?

His own heart pounds.

And he can hardly wait until the
morning.

But no heart.

Oh, no. The heart's not there at all.

I'm back.

Smell? Polish.

What are you polishing that old cupboard
for?

The home of your heart. It should be
polished.

Did you really think I kept my heart in
a cupboard?

What a dimble!

It's not there, then.

Of course it's not.

Under the step.

So the next morning, off stomps the
giant, and out goes our boy, digging out

steps. Stone, dust, roots, but no heart.

I'm back.

What's that?

Oh, you must have trodden on the step. I
painted it.

What? A dapple box.

You thought my heart was under the step.

Have these off, then.

The fact is, no one can find my heart.

I'll tell you exactly where it is, and
you'll still not be able to find it.

Far away. So far.

You cannot fathom it.

So high you cannot climb it.

It's a mountain.

And in the mountain is a lake. And in
the lake is an island. In the island is

church. In the church is a well. In the
well is a duck. In the duck is an egg.

And in the egg is my heart.

See?

No! Not so easy, little thief, eh?

Not such a diddle and a dawdle as you
thought.

No. Your father tricked me once.

And I shan't be tricked again.

An egg in a dock in a well in a church
in an island in a lake in a mountain.

Impossible.

But that night, Leo steals away and
calls for his friend the wolf.

Up he gets.

Tidy homes, and off they go, headlong a
breathless blur of world flashing by.

And they're at the mountain, clambering,
scrambling.

And then, there's the lake, and there's
the church.

But the church is locked, and the door
will not budge. Look, said the wolf,

and there, impossibly high, dangled the
key.

We'll never reach it.

And in they go, into the church, where
they find the well.

And sure enough, in the well swims a
duck. Come on, come on.

Oh, no.

Now what?

What's that?

It's the fish.

It's my fish.

Catch it. I've got it.

I've a good mind to crack your ears.

I've a good mind to set you there with
your brothers.

Stop that!

Years ago, sir, you broke my heart.

Now I shall break yours.

No, be careful.

Please, don't break that.

I will, I will break it. I will squeeze
it and squeeze it to bits. Unless you

release my brothers and all these poor
people.

Nurse! I'll do anything you ask.

Look, I'm doing it.

Now.

Brother, you rescued us.

The Lord, our little brother.

Praise the Lord.

Now, quick, smash the egg. Don't give it
back.

Don't be stupid.

I've done as you bid.

Can I have my heart?

You can, sir, as I promised.

For I know that with your heart in
place, you could not be as you are now.

Not now.

It would be years I've stood here
helpless and watched your cruelty. The

he's beaten. The vile murder.

Please, don't leave.

Life with life.

Spite with spite.

The pain you've caused, I now repay.

You promised.

What's happening?

There was a wasp's nest where his heart
should have been.

And where the giant fell, a hill grew.

And in time, and when much was long
forgot, the place was still known as the

Hill of the Heartless Giant.

But he would have changed that giant.

He would have reformed with his heart
back.

Yes, I know.

Cruel.

Do you know?

Prince Leo lived to be a great age,
became king, had 42 grandchildren, and

told them all that tale.

But in his story, the giant got back his
heart and made amends for all his

wrongs. Because, you see, despite all
that took place, a little boy once met

a giant, and they became friends.