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(radio chatters)

- [Voiceover] Upside-down people.

The graveyard shift.

Whatever you call us.

We're the ones working at night while you sleep.

We look out for each other or

I looked out for Lyman,

and he looked out for everyone else.

(emotional instrumental music)

But off the road, he thought everyone else

had read the big instruction manual.

Lyman wasn't gonna talk until he had it all figured out.

(bike bangs)

(siren blares)

Riding that highway loop night after night

was the only job he'd ever had,

unless you count all the classes he took

at the community college.

Oh, he learned lots of things.

Just not the basics.

And they aren't in books.

You take care out there, Lyman.

- [Lyman] Mhmm.

- [Voiceover] I just waited and kept him away

from the greasy foods.

I gave him a smile and coffee in the night.

Some people talk to say something.

Some, when they have something to say.

(truck whooshes)

(truck revving)

(foot thuds)

(voices chattering)

(punch clock clicks)

- [Voiceover] Zero to 60 in four seconds.

- Boy, I'd give my left nut for a piece of that.

- [Voiceover] Morning, Lyman.

- Neil, you over-inflated the right front tire again.

- See, his social skills are improving.

Whole sentence.

(truck revving)

(emotional instrumental music)

(window blinds clicking)

- [Voiceover] If you are stuck in rush hour traffic

on your way to your work or still in the shower,

stick with us, and we'll bring the sunshine into your day.

This is New Mexico's first in news, traffic and weather.

- Hey James, wanna come out Friday night?

Um come visit me in the library.

You never come by anymore.

- [Voiceover] I missed you.

- I miss you.

Here you go, come out Friday night?

- [Voiceover] Yeah.

- Hey ladies, we're reclaiming the myth

of the cowboy Friday night.

Come and see us. - [Voiceover] Yeah.

- Hey guys, wanna come out Friday night?

Just talking cowboys, not politicians, obviously.

See you there.

Here you go.

(utensil clinking)

(enchanted music) (wings fluttering)

- Polly want a--

- Shut up!

- Polly want a crack-- - [Parrot] Shut up!

(wings flapping) I'm an eagle.

(laughing)

Give some to the parrot.

(growling)

(chirping)

(wings flapping) Prepare to meet your maker!

Prepare to meet your maker!

(claws clicking)

(wings flapping) (chirping)

(camera clicks)

(parrot chirps) - Sorry.

Ah!

You bit me!

- Shut up!

(parrot squeaks)

(pen scribbling)

- [Lyman] Well, that won't do.

(slow instrumental music)

- How's Floyd today?

- Pleased as a puppy with two tails.

Shh, it's his birthday next week, what do you think?

Is it too?

- Perfect.

Is that it, Fiona?

- Yep.

Come on, Sugar.

Thanks, Amber.

Oh, come on, Floyd, you slowpoke.

(door clicking) (chimes jingling)

(cage thuds)

- You look like a first-timer.

Did you just get a bird?

- No, I found it.

A parrot found me.

Do you have a?

- If the bird's lost, you can fill out a form.

It'll go on our website

and on our lost and found board for two weeks.

Hey, congratulations, you've been book-crossed.

"I'm free and you've been caught.

"I'm traveling around the world.

"So keep my dream alive,

"read and release me."

- Right, okay.

Could I just get the form?

I have a sort of bird emergency.

(bag thuds)

- Yup.

Bird aisle in the back.

(chimes jingling)

- [Amber] What'd you forget this time?

- Floyd's eye drops.

So.

That guy.

- Yeah?

Cute.

He found a parrot, and he took one of your books.

- He speaks?

Okay, he's a student at the college.

Every time I try to talk to him,

he just nods and walks away.

And then, I catch him staring at me.

I figure he's either very shy or very gay.

- Or very married.

Well, no gay man is gonna walk around in that jumpsuit.

You need to get his attention.

(door clunks)

(door clunking)

(parrot laughing)

- [Lyman] Nice work.

(cage thuds)

(mystical flute music)

Home sweet home.

- (ringing) MA 17.

(ringing) MA 17.

- 140 this is 190.

Send a tow truck to 599 on Blue Canyon Way,

an abandoned car, plate number Charlie zero one,

35 four delta.

- [Voiceover] Roger.

(car whooshing)

(mysterious music)

(truck whooshing)

(mysterious ambient music)

(enchanted instrumental music)

- Howdy, thank you for stopping.

- I don't understand.

- Oh, it's a thank you for stopping.

I'm a librarian.

- [Lyman] Ma'am, just pop your hood, please.

- Hood.

(gas tank pops)

Nope um...

(door pops)

(clicking)

(hood pops)

Ah.

(hood pops)

(dog whimpering)

It's going to be fine.

(hood slams)

- Put some water in.

Your belts are frayed.

Get off at the next exit.

There's a service station there.

- Thank you so much.

- Don't wait.

- You look really familiar, haven't I seen?

(radio chatters)

(truck revving)

(slow playful music)

(voices chattering)

(staple gun firing)

(thumb tack popping)

- You wanna come to my special cowboy poetry

and songs event on Friday night?

You know, underneath this skirt,

my legs are almost miraculously transformed into my ass.

To everyone else it's obvious.

Please, Lyman, if you're gonna stare...

At least have the courtesy to introduce yourself.

- I was standing there, and you said that thing.

How'd you know my name?

- Well, it's written right there on your

fetching jumpsuit, Mr. Goodwrench.

You know, the first time I saw you,

I decided to be forward.

I mean, I was already forward

before I decided to be forward,

so it wasn't really much of a leap for me.

But um, I just thought it would put you at ease.

- It's unusual behavior for a librarian.

- Thank you.

I'm Fiona James.

What's your story?

- I don't have one.

- Of course you do, everybody does.

Me, I specialize in western literature.

I'm the interim director of the

Eugene Manlove Rhodes collection.

- Temporary.

- Yeah, that's what I o.

I do my work, and I move on.

I've lived all over the past eight years.

I like conversation.

I think it's as good as sex.

And if you're a talker,

I'm a listener.

Are we gonna go for coffee?

- I had some already.

- Live on the edge?

Have another?

- I have to go to work.

- Okay, well.

I'm sure if you need any help, you'll let me know.

- Should've asked her about books.

Or cowboys.

Something.

No, no, me, I don't have a story.

- Speak for yourself.

(cage rattles)

(claws clicking)

(mystical flute music)

(ringing) MA 17.

Speak for yourself.

(slow instrumental music)

A bird of the air shall carry the word.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- Who made you?

- Carry the word.

(emotional instrumental music)

(voices chatter)

(foreign language music)

- [Voiceover] Okay.

See ya on your break then.

(register beeping)

Stay safe out there.

- [Lyman] Mhmm.

- I heard you got a parrot.

Does it talk?

Are you keeping it?

- No.

- No, it doesn't talk or no, you're not keeping it?

- No, I'm not keeping it.

- Then why did you buy a cage at the pet store?

- Don't you have somethin' to do?

- Yes.

I'm helping you.

- I don't need any help.

- No, you don't want any help.

But I'm very good with pets, I'll help.

- It's not a pet.

- It's not a pet?

- You're a librarian for God's sake, can't you whisper?

- When I talk like this, people don't listen.

- Okay, I found a parrot,

and I'm trying to find out about it,

so I can return it to its owner.

- Okay.

So what does it look like?

- It's uh,

pink.

- Pink?

The parrot is pink?

- Yes, no, it's, well, it's green,

with, it's more green than pink,

with a yellow patch on its head.

- Mm what's his name?

- How would I know?

- Well, ask him.

- Wait.

That's him, yellow-naped Amazon.

All the way from South America.

- Look here, it says "fine talker, gentle and clever."

Has he said anything yet?

(slow playful music)

- Wow.

Really?

- Yeah, sometimes he sounds like a little girl,

then he sounds like a wise old preacher.

- What's bring bring?

- It's more like bring!

The way a telephone rings.

I think that MA 17 might mean something.

- Are you sure he didn't say "I'm 17?"

- No, it was a capital M capital A

and the number 17.

- How do you know it was a capital A

and not a little A, hmm?

Maybe that's his name.

- Why would anyone name a bird MA 17?

- Maybe...

He's a secret agent.

(laughing)

(paper rustles)

Wait, I was kidding.

I can help you, I'd like to meet him.

- Can't. Work nights.

- Wow, our schedules are so opposite.

Okay, I'll come to work with you.

I get off at nine,

and then afterwards, I can meet the parrot.

- You can't come.

It's dangerous.

- How?

- You're out in the middle of nowhere.

You never know who's out there.

Robbers, axe murderers.

- Murderers still use axes?

- Lyman, wait.

Lyman.

I'll sit on the far side of the truck.

I just think it would be cool driving around at night

helping stranded people.

What are you afraid of?

- I've never been afraid of anything.

- Well, that's a big fat one.

You're scared to death of me,

and I'm just a girl that likes you.

- Where does that come from?

You don't even know me.

- I'll help you with your parrot search.

The last thing the parrot said, the bird in the air thing?

I think I know where it's from.

(phone ringing)

Well, look who's got my number.

And now I've got yours.

(camera clicks)

- I got a put an ad in the paper and go to class.

And I lied.

I'm afraid of tornadoes.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Lyman?

(speaking in foreign language)

(desk rattles)

Lyman?

(speaking in foreign language)

- I mean.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Teacher] No.

(class laughing)

(distant shoes clatter)

- Thanks.

- I'll put your order right in.

- How are you...

Margie,

tonight?

- Why, Lyman, is that you starting a conversation?

I'm very well.

My feet hurt.

But thank you for asking.

How are you?

- I feel...

Fine.

Hungry, I guess.

I found a parrot.

- Ooh.

- You really think so?

- Yeah.

I think it means give some of what you have,

to the people with nothing.

It's good advice.

Nobody ever went wrong with that.

About the other things you said.

(radio chatters)

- [Voiceover] Lyman. - You eat.

- [Voiceover] Hey Lyman, you still at Margie's?

- Sure is.

- We got a jack-knifed rig flipped at the El Dorado turnoff.

The ambulance is stuck downtown.

- Copy that, Tom.

I'll put his dinner in the warmer.

- [Tom] Thanks, Margie.

(register beeping)

(grunting)

- How ya doin'?

- Scorched my crotch with my damn coffee.

I think my leg's broke.

- [Lyman] The EMT's are on the way.

(grunting) (phone ringing)

(painfully grunting)

- Is that your girlfriend?

- She's not my girlfriend.

- Hello?

- Geez, tell her I'm working!

- [Fiona] Lyman?

- He's kinda busy right now,

he's gonna have to call you right back.

- [Fiona] He's gonna want to hear this.

Tell him it's about the bird.

- Hold on, she says it's about the bird.

- Hang up!

- I was right.

That thing the bird said, it's from the Bible.

- Really?

She said that thing he said is from the Bible.

- Just hang up, man!

- It's kind of mystical and spiritual.

- [Injured Guy] No kiddin'.

- I don't know, I just think it's one

very special kind of bird.

- Ma'am,

you tell that bird to pray for me, will ya?

- [Fiona] I don't really know what it means,

but I think it's important.

Lyman?

- For Pete's sake.

(phone ringing)

- Lyman, why would that man

want the bird-- - [Voiceover] Lyman?

Who's Lyman?

- Oh, it's um...

It's no one, Mom.

Uh, what's up?

- [Voiceover] I know it's someone special

when you whisper, Fiona Christina.

- I'm a librarian.

I whisper.

- [Voiceover] No, you don't.

Fiona.

Remember our little talk, no one unavailable this time?

Where do you find them?

- Mom,

I'm almost 30.

You can stop raising me now, you know?

- Hey there.

(door clunks)

It's from Ecclesiastes.

The Old Testament.

After the "nothing new under the sun"

and "everything shall have a season" bit.

Look.

"Curse not the king, curse not the rich.

"For a bird of the air shall carry the word.

"And that which hath wings shall tell the matter."

Weird, huh?

- "That which hath wings shall tell the matter."

What does that mean?

- Well, it's about this preacher guy who

decided that all is vanity,

and since life is so short,

we should eat, drink, be merry

and enjoy God's gifts.

Lyman!

Show some respect.

That is what bookmarks are for.

Lyman.

Lyman.

Is that your first name or your last name?

- Last.

- So what's your first name?

- I don't have one.

- Everybody has a first name.

You can tell me, I won't laugh, I promise.

- They don't have first and last names in the Bible.

Jesus of Nazareth.

- Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

Lyman of the highway.

(shovel pounding)

(car revving)

(car wildly revving) (tires screeching)

- 140 this is 190.

Tell the troopers to watch out for a red Mustang

going north towards Decatur Road.

Driving like he wants to kill himself.

(phone ringing)

- I'm so hungry my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

- Evening, Frank.

The usual, darlin'?

- Thanks, Margie.

You know anything about a '67 red Mustang muscle car?

You seen it around?

- A 427 cubic inch, 390 horse engine?

No, I haven't seen it.

Sure would love to, though.

By the way.

Fiona says to please call her.

She ran out of gas on 599 tonight.

Nice girl.

My, she sure can talk.

That Lyman's girl?

- She's not my girl.

- [Frank] That's not what she says.

- You keepin' secrets, Lyman?

- Gotta go.

- [Frank] My ears are still bleeding.

(truck whooshes)

- Surprise!

- [Lyman] I don't like surprises.

- Course you do.

Everybody likes surprises.

- Nope, not me.

- Well, I was worried about you.

- How did you know where I live?

- It's in the campus directory.

- It's not an open invitation.

- You didn't return my phone calls, so I came over.

You'd thank me if you were dead in the bathtub.

- [Lyman] I don't even have a bathtub.

- [Fiona] Why didn't you tell me you lived in a

place like this?

- Never told you lots of things.

- Man, if I lived in a places like this,

it'd be the first thing that I'd tell.

Hey, do you ever go anywhere in it?

- It's my house, I don't go places in it.

I come home to it.

(phone ringing)

- I'll get it! - [Lynman] No, it's okay.

Let me.

(body thuds) Ah!

(dog growling)

- He's very protective. - [Lyman] Geez!

- No, Floyd.

- Let go!

I wasn't attacking you.

The phone's ringing.

Let go, you stupid dog.

- He is far from stupid.

Floyd, no.

(dog growling)

(phone ringing)

- [Lyman] How much do you weigh?

Let go of me! - [Fiona] Hello, Mr. Lyman's

assistant speaking.

- [Voiceover] I'm callin' about the lost parrot.

- [Fiona] 79, 80?

- [Voiceover] 'Scuse me.

- [Fiona] Sorry.

- [Voiceover] Do you have my bird?

- [Lyman] Stop!

- Can you describe your bird for me?

- [Voiceover] He's green with a spot of yellow

on the back of his head.

- Every parrot's green.

- [Voiceover] Hello?

- [Lyman] Let go! - Does your bird say

anything special?

- [Voiceover] He says, "Speak for yourself" and "Shut up."

Sometimes, "Prepare to meet your maker."

- I guess breakfast is gonna have to wait.

Why do we have to have the heat one?

It's gotta be like a hundred degrees.

- Don't.

Parrots are very susceptible to drafts.

(slow playful music)

- Trying to get me to take my top off?

(parrot chirps)

Yes!

I just love it when the losts match up with the found.

Feels so right.

I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost Floyd.

(dog barking)

You sure you wanna do this?

(knocking)

- Shut up!

Hi.

Yeah, that's him.

Bring him on in.

- Thank you for bringing him back.

Have a seat.

You can put him right there.

He's trouble is all he is.

- I brought his things, his toys.

- I never offered no reward.

- No, it's okay, I didn't expect anything.

I'm just happy he's--

- [Parrot] Shut up!

- Shut up!

(parrot laughing)

Geez.

I forgot how awful he is.

- I was wondering, why did you teach him the things he says?

- Honey, I had him for eight years,

the only thing he learned in this house is "Shut up."

Between that dog

and this bird, I'm like to lose my mind.

- Then why did you answer the ad?

- He's worth a fortune.

People will pay seven or 800 bucks for a talking bird.

- I'll give you a thousand dollars for him.

- Well, I'm not selling him now.

He keeps the dog company.

- We'll take the dog, too.

- Dog's not for sale.

(dog whimpers)

But, okay, you got me, I'll take

2,000 for the bird.

- 2,000? Are you kidding?

- [Lady] No.

- What are you doing?

- You write that check for a penny more than $800,

and I will divorce you on the spot.

- Fiona, will you wait outside, please?

- I mean it, don't push me.

I will take the kids to mom's.

You better have a good attorney.

- Alright, alright, um, 900.

(clears throat)

Okay,

800.

- Ma'am, can I ask where you got the bird from?

- Murray's retirement home.

They gave me the bird for free.

(parrot laughing)

Where you goin'?

- Congratulations, you own a parrot.

Were you actually gonna pay that woman $2,000?

Are you one of those secret lottery millionaires

that lives in a trailer?

- I don't gamble.

- Why does that not surprise me?

- I need to find the real owner.

The wise man that taught him what to say.

It's not random, it's no joke.

- Oh, yeah, that looks like Shelton alright.

We're all the lucky ones who got out of here alive.

- [Lyman] Shelton?

- He was Ruby Ballard's bird.

She died 12, 13 years back.

The family left him to the center.

We kept him in the lobby for a couple of years.

Til his mouth got him kicked out.

- Prepare to meet your maker?

- Yeah, not what our residents want to hear

over their morning oatmeal.

(grunting)

- I can imagine.

Anyway, it has been a real pleasure, Mrs. Blair.

And if you would be so kind as to email me

the records you have on Mrs. Ballard's family?

- Certainly, I'd be glad to.

And I'm sure that the inheritance you spoke of

will be a welcome surprise.

- Here you go.

It says you work in a library.

- Oh, that's a cover, Mrs. Blair.

In our line of work, we can't be too careful.

Thank you so much for your cooperation.

- You're welcome.

- [Lyman] Inheritance?

- [Margie] The parrot brought up a lot of

questions for Lyman,

but those only created more questions.

He kept rolling Ecclesiastes over and over in his head.

"The race is not to the swift,

"nor the battle to the strong,

"nor yet riches to men of understanding.

"But time and chance happen to them all."

Wasn't that what he saw every night?

Didn't it prove?

Prove what?

(parrot grunting)

(cage squeaking)

- Anybody home?

I brought a cage warming present.

Hello there.

Polly want a-- - [Parrot] Shut up!

I'm an eagle.

- Wow.

He actually said it.

Hey, how come his lips don't move when he talks?

- Only when he reads.

(parrot whistling)

- Why, thank you.

So, does he whistle much?

- It's the first time.

- [Parrot] Speak for yourself.

- Lyman, don't forget.

Read and release.

- [Lyman] When I'm finished,

I'll release it back into the wild.

- God, where'd you get all this stuff?

It's like living on an intersection.

- People lose things, I pick 'em up.

What?

I collect 'em.

- You collect other people's trophies.

- And buy 'em.

Garage sales and flea markets.

- You're flawed.

- People collect all kinds of things.

Shows you can accomplish something.

- Well, they obviously didn't mean very much

to the people that won them.

- Okay, Houdini.

Let's see you get outta that.

(cage door thuds)

- Hey, how come you don't have any photos around?

- [Lyman] I don't take photos.

- Well, what about your family,

do you have brothers and sisters?

- [Lyman] No.

- What about your folks?

- [Lyman] Why are you asking me all this?

- I just asked about your parents.

Why does everything have to be such a

big deal secret with you?

- It's not a big deal secret.

I was found on the side of the road when I was four.

- What?

- At least that's what they told me in all the foster homes.

- You're an orphan?

- Geez, I'm not an orphan anymore.

I'm a grown man.

- You don't have anybody.

- [Lyman] Just me.

What's wrong?

(panting)

It's just normal for me.

I can't miss something I never had.

(sniffling)

- I just,

I just,

I don't,

I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have

a family that was

always ready for me to come home.

(crying)

(parrot whimpers)

I have to go.

- Hey, I'm the orphan, I'm not crying.

- [Fiona] I have to go.

(car clicking, revving)

- Sounds like you got a loose rod.

Fiona, you need to get someone to look.

(door clunks)

What?

- [Parrot] Stay tuned.

- Could you be more specific?

- A bird of the air shall carry the word.

(chirping)

(water squirting)

- You serious?

He has no family at all?

You sure he just doesn't want you to meet them?

How much do you know about him, anything?

- No, but it's not like that.

He works for the Highway Department.

That's nearly like the police.

Amber, don't give me that look.

- Conditioner.

- He's just socially challenged.

Although he has a strange birth date on his license,

and he does talk about axe murderers.

- [Parrot] Give some to the parrot.

Mm-mm good.

(parrot crunching)

- Campbell's commercial?

- [Parrot] Stay tuned.

- Shelton?

Shelly?

Tim?

Calvin?

Grace?

(emotional piano music)

(box clicks)

Walter?

Joe?

Henry?

Billy?

(cabinet thuds)

(mouse clicking)

(slow piano music)

(country music)

(car creaking)

(hood clunks)

(siren blares)

- Campus security.

You, under the car, come out!

Now!

(door clunks)

Out, spread your legs, put your hands against the car.

- This isn't what it looks like.

Whoa, hold on a minute.

- Face forward, please.

Lower your left hand, sir.

Is this your car?

- No, it's not, that's my truck over there.

Lock, I work for the Courtesy Patrol,

(handcuffs click) and ow!

- Just answer the question, sir.

- No,

it belonged to someone I know.

She's a librarian here, she's my girlfriend.

- You're going to steal your girlfriend's car?

- You think I'd steal this piece of shit?

- All I know is what I saw.

- What's going on here?

- Do you know this man?

He says he's your boyfriend?

- Depends.

What was he doing?

- He was prowling around, acting really suspicious.

Is this your car?

- Yes, sir.

(hand thuds)

Isn't she a beauty?

- Just waiting for you, honey.

You didn't leave me the key.

You know how you always forget?

- Oh,

yes.

(keys jingling)

You're right, they're both still here on the ring.

Silly me.

I'm so sorry,

honey.

(keys clink)

Would you drive, honey?

Makes me feel so safe.

Thank you, officer, for being so vigilant.

There's not telling what kind of idiot pervert

could be lurking out here in the night.

From what I hear, there are axe murderers everywhere.

(door pops)

It's unlocked.

(door clunks)

So, I'm your girlfriend now?

- Just said it to get rid of him.

- Because I'm not your girlfriend.

- Your car is a death trap.

- You mean Sacajawea?

- Yeah, yeah, names are important.

After the Indian scout.

She's a heroin of mine.

- Why'd you say I'm flawed?

- Intuition.

I'm flawed, everybody's flawed.

I'm sorry I said it.

- I don't wanna frighten anybody.

- I was disappointed.

And then you were mean to Floyd, and I love Floyd.

And he could be your friend, too,

if you didn't hate dogs so much.

- Your intuition is just terrible.

I don't hate dogs.

Has Mrs. Blair called you about the parrot?

I called, and they said she was fired.

I've put ads in the paper and gone online.

I don't know.

Just don't bail on me, Fiona.

And I do like dogs.

I just haven't spent a lot of time around them lately.

- I did some research on MA 17.

I think it's a phone number from way back, like the 1930s.

- But that would make the parrot 80 years old?

- Well, parrots are like the

giant tortoises of the bird world.

- Well, who's number is it?

- I don't know.

All the old records are kept at the state library.

Archive stuff, for reference only.

- Hey, are you lost?

(dog barking)

(knocking)

- [Fiona] Who is it, Floyd?

- You didn't even check to see who was there.

I could've been a--

- An axe murderer?

Yeah, I know, come on in.

- Just for a second, after the library,

I need to go home and sleep.

(dog growling)

(dog panting)

Lots of books.

- Yeah.

I buy them at yard sales.

Sometimes they're even in the free box.

I mend them, and I pass them on.

(wheel squeaks)

- Exciting hobby.

- [Fiona] Well, it's not collecting

other people's trophies but.

- Those trophies would've been thrown away.

- So would those books.

So, you gonna take Sacajawea?

- I wouldn't get in your car even if it was

named Mother Theresa.

- Fine, we'll take yours, Wigglebutt.

Where's your leash?

- [Lyman] He's not coming with us, is he?

- He is at home for nine hours while I'm at work.

He comes.

(playful music)

- [Lyman] A seeing eye dog?

He's so short he couldn't see over a curb.

This is embarrassing as hell.

- It's the only way they'll let him in.

'Cause he hates to miss out.

(stick tapping)

- Stop that.

- I took up Shelton's mystery.

The least you could do is participate.

- He doesn't answer to Shelton.

- He's yours now, you can name him.

- He's not mine to name.

He's just the messenger.

- So we're just gonna keep calling him the parrot?

I bet every time he says you he thinks, "Op!

"There's the human."

Come on, "the canine."

- He's calling security.

Might be handcuffed again.

(dog grunting) - Sit.

Good boy.

Hi Fiona, back again?

- Hi Paul, just those old phone books

and census records this time.

- Funny.

- You are so gullible.

- Hey, I didn't know you could.

- [Lyman] Mhmm.

- What did you say to make him look like that?

- I told him your nipples were orange.

- [Fiona] They are not.

(book thuds)

- It's not 1930.

- It's not 1931 either.

Keep working forward.

(hand thuds)

- Did he just bite you?

- No, I was just holding his ear, and I felt a pulse.

- Of course he has a pulse.

You are so weird, Lyman.

(dog groans)

- [Lyman] Do you have any sections on the Bible?

- The Bible Bible?

- [Lyman] Yep.

- Sure, follow me.

(binder whooshing)

(binder thudding)

(pages rustling)

- MA 17, I found it.

It was in the 1932 book.

It belonged to a J. Campbell.

- Thanks.

So we uh, just need to check the uh,

current phone books for others.

- I'm way ahead of you, Dr. Watson.

There are two pages of Campbells,

and a whole column of J's, 50 at least.

- That's okay.

I'll call them all.

- No, that's okay.

Let me.

You sleep all day.

- Can you check these out?

I don't have a library card here.

(books thud)

You're all alike.

- What?

Why are you acting so hostile towards me out of nowhere?

(hand slaps)

- Could I get some service over here, please?

You're always looking for something new,

something different, something other than

what's right in front of you!

Could I get a tiny hint of servility?

(hand slapping)

(playful music)

- Tough to handle these wild mood swings, huh?

(door clicking)

Ah.

Here she comes.

Act like it never happened.

- Here.

Be sure to return them, don't rip them,

don't dog ear them, don't tear them,

don't spill anything on them.

They're in my name.

I'm sorry, it's just a release.

Screaming in other people's libraries.

Come on, Floyd, come on.

You love me.

- Next time, bring a pillow.

(class chattering, laughing)

(mysterious music)

(car whooshing)

(car sputtering)

(screaming)

- I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

You worthless piece of shit!

You sorry ass piece of stinkin' garbage!

(wrench thudding)

I hate you, you son of bitch!

(glass shatters)

Go ahead, shoot!

You'll be doing me a favor.

- I don't want to shoot you, sir.

- Not me, you idiot, shoot the goddamn car!

(crying)

Just, just,

(wrench clinks)

this damn car is killin' me, just shoot the car, please!

Please!

(gun fires) (glass clinks)

- Yes! Oh, yes!

(laughs) Yes, thank you!

Again.

(gun fires)

Ah! Yes!

Ah, beautiful.

Now me.

No, no, it's my gun.

- Oh, right.

(glass clinks)

- Ah! Thank you!

Thank you!

(gun fires) (car sizzles)

Yes!

(vehicles whooshing)

(dark string music)

- [Lyman] 140 this is 190,

I've got a wreck at mile marker 92.

Send an ambulance.

- [Voiceover] Copy 190.

(shoes clatter)

(emotional string music)

(flames rumble)

- Hey buddy.

Come on.

Come on.

(lady yelps)

(crying)

(body thuds)

It's okay,

It's okay.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

(sad string music)

(siren blaring)

- What are you doing here?

I've been looking all over for you.

- Got a deadline, need to keep my head down.

- Well, here.

Mrs. Blair from the home emailed.

It's Charles Ballard's phone number.

Ruby's son.

- Thanks.

You're amazing.

- Were you hiding from me?

- No, of course not.

It's just quieter back here, that's all.

(shoes clatter)

(car revving)

(chirping)

Well, somebody in this town knows you.

Hello, is this Mr. Charles Ballard?

(mystical flute music)

Mr. Ballard?

- You the parrot fella?

Prepare to meet your maker.

Mama believed since you never knew

when you're really gonna go,

it's best to keep a clear conscience.

That led to some pretty awkward conversations.

I tell ya.

Some things a son should never know.

- When did you buy the bird, Mr. Ballard?

- We bought it for Mama for company after Daddy died in '79.

That's when she had the stroke and that's...

When she and the bird went into Murray's home.

- Do you remember who you bought him from?

- Yep, sure do.

He was being transferred out of state,

so he couldn't take the bird with him.

I got some information on him, if you'd like.

I'll get it for ya.

I think I found him here, that's him.

Stowalski.

Eli Stowalski.

Seen him at a Screaming Eagles reunion

about four years ago.

- Nice to see him after all those years?

- Nah.

He was always a total asshole.

- [Lyman] Hello, Mr. Stowalski?

This may seem strange, but I'm calling about a bird.

It's a parrot you owned, Mr. Stowalski, back in the '60s?

- What, what are you talking about?

That thing should've been dead years ago.

- No, sir, it's him alright, Mr. Ballard confirmed it.

- Ballard? That asshole.

What would he know?

- Did you teach him anything in particular, Mr. Stowalski?

- [Eli] Who? Ballard?

- No, sir, the parrot.

- I sure did.

I painted his head white with shoe polish.

I was an instructor with the 101st airborne,

Screaming Eagles, you know?

So, I taught him to say, "I'm an eagle."

And the boys in the flight ready room

would rub his cage before flying for luck.

Gave them some confidence.

A feeling of self-worth, you know.

Like we're all in it together.

- [Lyman] Do you remember where you bought him from?

- [Eli] From the paper!

Damn thing cost me 50 bucks, back when that was real money.

- [Lyman] Yeah, you recall when that was?

- [Eli] Let me see.

Uh, I was just transferred, must've been early

June 1968!

That's all I know, good luck.

- [Lyman] Thank you.

- Asshole.

- Screaming Eagles, huh?

- [Parrot] I'm an eagle.

(laughing)

(mellow instrumental music)

- [Voiceover] No one is home.

Please leave a message (beeps).

- Hi.

I'm not sure if this is the right number,

but I'm calling about a parrot you sold in the '60s.

Anyway, I own it now and...

I appreciate if you could call me back.

555-0115.

My name is Lyman.

L-Y-M-A-N.

Thank you.

(parrot chirps)

- [Parrot] Prepare to meet your maker.

(grunting)

- Parrots thrive on contact,

feather plucking's often associated with loneliness.

Have you thought about getting him a mate?

- No, this guy's pretty ancient.

Sex would probably pop his heart like a balloon.

- Well, I don't know about you,

but I'd say it's a better way to go

than dying bald and alone.

(parrot growls)

(dog barking)

(knocking)

- [Lyman] Why do you do that?

You didn't look through the peep hole.

- It's none of your business how I open my door.

- [Lyman] It's just not safe, that's all.

- Just because I'm not afraid of my own shadow

is no reason for--

- [Suit Guy] Hey, is everything okay here?

- Yeah thanks, John, everything's fine.

- What, Sacajawea break down again?

Cause I can give you a ride.

- Oh no, she's great,

but I would love a ride in your new car some time.

- Yeah, sure thing, babe.

I can give you a ride any time you want.

(alarm beeps)

- That's a very unsafe color.

- You are a very unacceptable person.

(car revving)

- He just got a promotion,

and he bought a car he's wanted for years.

- Did you see that tie,

puking out of the collar of his shirt?

- Oh, who made you the fashion police?

- I came to apologize.

I should have told you I was there.

I'd just been given all this homework I'd missed and...

I brought a present.

- I hate all that flowers of forgiveness crap.

- It's for your dog.

It's got...

It's got these reflective studs on it.

- Just like you.

His name is Floyd, and just because he accepts your gift,

doesn't mean that I forgive you.

- In that case, would you go out with me?

(tongue clicks)

Oh.

How about you?

- I can't.

Remember?

Our schedules are so opposite.

It would either have to be early in the morning,

or really late at night.

- Then come to work with me, tonight?

I'll pick you up.

But Floyd can't come.

- He sleeps a lot anyway.

Are you serious?

I can come?

God, that is so cool.

(lips smooch)

Floyd, get your butt in here.

(door clunks)

(books thudding)

- Change into this, I'll be back at nine.

- Roger that.

- And don't bend the visor on the cap,

I like it the way it is.

(lighthearted music)

- Howdy.

Deputy courtesy patrol officer James reporting for duty.

Do I have to wear this sleeping bag?

It is so not my color.

Okay.

(door thuds)

- From now on, you do exactly what I tell you,

or the free ride is over, got it?

- Got it.

You don't get out of the truck,

roll down the window or touch anything unless I say.

- Sir, yes, sir.

- And if I tell to do something, you do it immediately.

You don't ask why, you just do it.

It's for your own safety.

Understood?

- Understood.

- Okay.

Now scoot across the seat and kiss me.

(knocking on window)

- Oh my God, it's you again.

- Sorry.

- It might help if you turned off your light bar

while you make out.

(laughing)

- You're supposed to wear clothes under the jumpsuit.

- I've got clothes on.

- What clothes?

- My underwear.

- What kind of underwear?

Just wondering.

- Well, continue wondering.

(truck revving)

Did you know you have more college credits than I do?

I looked you up.

You've taken every utilitarian course

offered over the past 10 years.

Every fix-it, lifesaving, plumbing, woodworking,

Italian, Chinese, self-defense,

and yet no degree?

- I take courses to learn stuff.

- Well, if you'd taken some literature or

philosophy courses, you'd understand the parrot.

- I don't need a formal education

to understand the obvious.

- Oh, really, tell me what's so obvious.

- Shut up.

- No, you shut up.

- No, "Shut up."

It's the first thing the bird said,

which means listen and stop talking

long enough to understand the rest.

(tires screeching)

You okay?

(truck whooshing)

- You've gotta be careful.

That truck must have been going at least 90.

- Okay, "Stay tuned," be alert in case of danger.

"Speak for yourself," make up your own mind.

Be an independent thinker.

Next, "I'm an eagle."

That just feels good to say it.

- I'm an eagle.

Yeah, feels good.

I like to say I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Come on, try it with me.

- Uh-oh,

work.

(door pops)

Stay here.

What seems to be the problem?

(speaking in foreign language)

(engine muttering)

(truck revving)

(hood thuds)

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Fiona] I couldn't fix my car if I had to.

- [Lyman] The internal combustion engine is all

cause and effect.

Anyone can understand it, then fix it.

- [Fiona] As opposed to people.

- [Lyman] Well, they're not so easy to fix.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Relationships, they don't last.

They all break in the end.

- Well, that's fairly pessimistic.

- I'm being honest.

Take you, for instance.

You've lived in what, half a dozen cities

since you left school,

with a whole string of temporary friendships.

Then you move on.

- I have friends and family all over the country.

What about you?

Have you ever crossed the state line?

It's not like I've got family to visit.

- Okay.

I was engaged once.

But he wouldn't set a date,

and then I found out he was already married.

No one else ever came close.

Maybe they don't all last, Lyman.

But like they say,

doesn't mean the fall wasn't worth the ride.

(seat belt clicks)

You know, you could pick your own first name.

- I never found a name that seemed right.

I guess my mom wasn't one for sewing on name-tags.

- But what about your birthday?

When do you have your party?

- It's not important.

(truck revving)

- Take this exit, make a right.

I want to show you something.

Your parents checked in here.

No previous address.

And then in a moment, they were taken, and you continued.

After the accident, they couldn't be traced.

No next-of-kin and...

You couldn't remember anything.

Missing persons turned up nothing.

I chased every lead, blood types,

car registration, every receipt.

I just kept thinking that there must have been somebody

out there who would have missed them.

- Code of the west, rule number one,

"Don't inquire into a man's past."

Don't you read those books you pass around?

- Rule number two.

"Take the measure of a man for what he is today."

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Do you hate my guts now?

- Yeah, I do hate your guts.

But I sure like the bag they come in.

Come on, lets eat.

(truck revving)

- I understand about MA 17 and some of the rest,

but then there's the Bible stuff.

- The "prepare to meet your maker",

you never know when your number is up.

Don't have regrets.

The Ecclesiastes thing makes sense.

- Yep, eat, drink and be merry.

I'm all for that.

It's very optimistic.

- It is not.

I'm prepared, and you just keep your fingers crossed.

- You think the parrot makes sense.

But there are some things you are never going to learn.

You don't understand life like I don't understand

how to fix a car.

It's all just one big tangle under the hood.

- I think some women believe a man is born

the moment they meet him.

- Now what'll you have?

Why, thank you, Lyman.

"To a builder of men."

Well, I do my best.

- Margie, this is Fiona.

- I heard about you.

Is my Lyman sweet on you, honey?

- I think it's the way that I dress.

- Thank you, Lyman, for bringing her by.

I approve.

They were talking so hard,

like there was a fire somewhere,

only their words could put it out.

I could tell just by the sound,

seemed like Lyman was finally getting closer to an answer.

To drink?

(mumbling)

I left them alone.

I decided dinner was on me that night.

- [Lyman] How many Campbells have you called?

- I'm still trying, I have dozens left.

Some of these people just talk and talk and talk,

and I can't get them off the phone.

What?

- Cheese stuck in your teeth.

Toast crumbs at the corners of your mouth.

Butter on your lips.

Want to go fishing?

- Oh Lyman, you say the sweetest things.

(water swishing)

- It takes a few seconds to reach bottom,

but it comes up quick.

(machine whirring)

I've found hubcaps, cans, tools.

Once I found a set of braces, with a tooth in it.

- Wow, Lyman, that's the mother lode.

Now we can retire and live happily ever after.

(chains rattling)

- Maybe one day I'll solve a great mystery.

The crime of the century.

Until then I just fish for clues.

Fiona?

- Happy birthday...

Mr. Lyman.

- [Lyman] What?

- I couldn't bear the thought of you not having birthdays.

- But I don't know what the date is.

- So I figured somebody better pick a date,

and I say it's today.

Unless you can prove me wrong.

I declare this the

30 somethingth birthday of baby boy Lyman.

It's around now that you blow out the candle

before I'm horribly disfigured by molten wax?

There.

You're no longer a birthday cake virgin.

(lips smooch)

If you're looking for something French and lacy, you uh...

You got the wrong girl.

- I uh...

I don't think I'll be talking anymore from here on out.

(mellow instrumental music)

(grunting)

(lips smooching)

You're perfect.

- [Fiona] Shh.

(tires screeching) (dog shrieks)

(dog yelping) What was that?

- They hit a goddamn dog.

Stay here.

(dog whimpering)

- Is it gonna be okay?

Lyman.

What are you doing?

(gun clacks)

God, please no.

- Just stay in the truck, Fiona.

- Lyman.

We can take it to the vet!

Lyman, please, listen to me!

(dog whimpering) Lyman, please!

Lymon, no!

(gun fires) (crying)

(somber piano music)

(shovel pounding)

(truck revving)

- Fiona, there was no saving it.

- How can you bear to do this?

- I've never had to share it with anyone.

- I don't want to share that.

(door rattles)

(sad dramatic music)

(parrot squawks)

- Give some to the parrot.

(cage rattles)

- Just you and me now, buddy.

From now on, thou shalt be called...

Zane.

- [Zane] Okay.

(phone ringing)

- Yup.

- [Voiceover] Hello, can I speak to Mr. Lyman please?

- Speaking.

- [Voiceover] This is Mrs. Weber.

I'm returning your call about the parrot.

- Come on in, one more won't make a difference.

- Jesus Christ!

It's him!

I don't believe it, he's still alive.

- Yep, that awful bird.

Mr. Lyman, this is my husband, Duncan.

(chirping)

- Oh, he's a sight for sore eyes.

Kids, this is old Tonto.

My dear friend from back in the olden days

when I was your age, Henry.

- I'm Billie.

Dad always talked about his parrot like he was human.

- [Voiceover] Sue.

- [Billie] We didn't know what to believe.

- Tonto was my best friend.

We used to listen to the Lone Ranger

on the radio every week.

He could mimic all of the theme music.

♫ Da da dum da da dum da da dum dum dum

♫ Da da dum da da dum da da dum dum yum ♫

Does he still say "Hi-ho silver away?"

- No.

- Oh, I thought he was the smartest, funniest thing

in the world.

- That was before he met me, of course.

- I was an only child.

This bird got me a lot of friends in school.

He could do tricks,

he was like a one man circus.

- Why did you sell him, Mr. Weber?

- Because I didn't want him around the children.

I thought they carried diseases.

- That's not why you wanted him out, Ella.

It was the green-eyed monster, jealousy.

She loves me more than life itself.

She couldn't bare to share me with anyone.

- Well, if you can find anyone who'll take you now,

they're welcome to you.

- He must have been pretty rare back then,

did he come from a pet store?

- Oh no, from a neighbor, Mrs. Hall.

She had a son Michael,

back then we called retarded.

- Dad I told you, you can't say that.

- Challenged, yes, he was challenged.

The kid learned to speak by mimicking the bird.

- Do you know where the Halls got him?

- Oh, sorry no, I never asked,

and they're long dead now.

- [Zane] (ringing) MA 17.

- MA 17!

MA 17.

- It must have been hard giving him up, Mr. Weber.

- Yeah, but look what I got in exchange.

A world of family.

That bird got me through my childhood,

Ella got me through the rest of it.

Thanks for bringing him by, son.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

(siren blaring)

(knocking)

(dog howling)

(dog whimpering)

(slow piano music)

(air horn blaring)

(phone disconnected tone)

- [Voiceover] The number you dialed has been changed,

disconnected or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached this rec.

- [Zane] Prepare to meet your maker!

- 190 here.

Mile marker 83.

Driver's out of his car.

He looks drunk.

Send the troopers.

- [Voiceover] 190, roger.

- [Margie] Why'd he want you to shoot his car?

- [Lyman] He was tired of it.

- Gee, I'm tired of my boss.

- Why do you work the night shift?

- Because my husband does, too.

It's the only way we can be together, have a life.

- Aren't the people who are out at night strange?

Don't you get tired of it?

- I like my job.

I like the people who come in at night.

My regulars.

You thinking of quitting the Courtesy Patrol?

12 years, you've been at it so long.

- Cars don't break down as often but...

People need me as much as ever.

I don't know, it just doesn't seem to mean much anymore.

- You'll find it again.

Like your parrot.

Being lost is only temporary.

(toy rattling)

(knocking on door)

- Hi.

Well, Floyd can come in too.

- He's fine where he is.

This is for you.

And I need the library books, they're overdue.

- [Lyman] Sorry, I forgot.

I'll pay the fines.

- Thanks.

(chirping)

- I call him Zane now.

I named him.

- That's good, Lyman.

I'm happy for you.

- Well, I called you,

your number was disconnected and I came by.

- Yeah, I've been really busy,

getting ready to leave.

I found another library that needs me.

So.

- You're leaving?

- I thought I'd spend some time with my family.

- Fiona, you know there wasn't anything else

I could do for that dog.

She was suffering--

- I know that, Lyman.

I know that.

It was all just a bit too stark for me.

I felt like that dog was a part of me or something.

But I can't think of you out there,

every night with all of that,

so I have something for you.

A going away present.

Ivy Campbell.

Daughter of Jack Campbell from the 1930 census.

There's no phone number but there's an address.

- If you'd just stay we--

- I've never been able to stay.

Maybe I don't want to believe what you believe.

Maybe I don't want to know what you know.

I have to leave.

- I knew you couldn't take it.

- So you were trying to sabotage us?

Is that why you let me go with you?

- Oh, I'm not the one running away.

You'll never get anywhere in this piece of tin.

You've got romance novels for auto sense.

Your right back-up light is out,

your tire treads are shot, you need an engine overhaul.

God only knows what condition your brakes are in.

If you head out onto the highway

without knowing where the jack is,

you'll end up stranded in the middle of the desert

or on top of some mountain or--

- Yes,

Lyman.

But people like you,

and they are few and far between,

they always seem to show up.

Goodbye.

(door clunks)

(car revving)

(mysterious piano music)

(water trickling)

(knocking)

- Excuse me, I'm sorry to drop by like this.

Does Ivy Campbell live here?

- [Voiceover] I don't want any insurance.

I'm gonna die whether I've got it or not.

- I'm here about this parrot.

I believe your father owned him?

- Mr. Roosevelt?

But how could that be?

I gave him away in the '50s to a woman named Emma Cowen.

She'd lost a baby,

so I gave her Mr. Roosevelt to keep her spirits up.

She had him until she had her next child.

Then she gave him to a slow fella.

- Mike hall.

- Yes.

And I lost track from there.

- He still says your phone number from when you

lived on Summit Drive.

MA 17?

- That was our phone number?

He's got a better memory than I do.

- [Lyman] Who's bird was he?

- My father's.

He was killed in the war.

- Was he a religious man?

- I don't think so.

Mother gave him a Bible before he left.

Father said he might not read it,

but he would keep it in his breast pocket

to protect him from a well-aimed bullet.

What he worshiped was this country.

- Then who taught him the Bible verse,

"a bird of the air shall carry the word?"

- Why, he came to us saying that.

- Do you know where your father got him?

- Mother said that he bought Mr. Roosevelt

from a band of gypsies that were passing through.

What does it matter, Mr. Lyman?

- I've gone as far as I can go.

I don't know where to go next.

- You go forward, Mr. Lyman.

Forward.

We met at the beginning and the end of long lives.

Goodbye, Mr. Roosevelt.

Oh (laughs).

(panting)

(cage rattles)

- I woke up and the heat had gone down.

I forgot to refill the propane tank.

It's all my fault.

- He's a tropical bird.

He couldn't stand the freeze.

Just be prepared, Lyman.

He's an old bird.

This might be his time.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Tom] Lyman, I know you're taking some time off,

but there's been a black ice pile-up on the

West Street bridge.

Fiona was one of the people involved.

(horn blaring)

Move!

Get out of the way!

(truck revving)

(tires screeching)

(radio chattering)

(voices chattering)

- No! Floyd!

No! Floyd!

Floyd!

No!

Floyd!

Lyman!

(SUV thuds) (tires screech)

(shoes clattering) (radio chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Any next of kin?

- No.

None.

I need your accident report.

- Hi Daddy.

It sucks.

Mom, I need to come home again.

- Right there.

- And I thought he couldn't stand Floyd.

- [Frank] No, he just couldn't let himself get too close

to a live dog, that's all.

- [Zane] Stay tuned!

- You are one lucky parrot.

(whimpering)

(house rumbling)

(wings flapping)

- Tornado!

Tornado!

(grunting)

(wind howling)

(grunting)

(chirping)

What?

Zane.

- [Fiona] Lyman, I'm taking you with me.

I want to give you my family.

You can't work for a while anyway,

and I have a few weeks until my next job,

so I thought we could look out for each other.

And you can finally see some of the rest of the planet.

You were out cold for a week.

Then you started telling me about gypsies. (chuckles)

Me and half the hospital staff.

They finally let me take you this morning.

I'll stop, if you want to turn around.

Call me on channel nine.

- In this state, it is against the law

to haul a trailer with someone in it.

- Unless...

You've got a special license.

Frank and Neil and Tom helped,

and don't worry,

it all passed inspection.

- Why didn't you ask me?

- Well, you've been on pain killers.

Plus I didn't trust you to make the break.

You're unreliable when it comes to your own interests.

- I still get confused.

Tell me again.

- Oh well, um, when you threw him to me, I caught him,

but then I stuck my finger in his eye.

He'll get better, too.

- Fiona, I've never been outside the county line.

Not in my whole life.

- Just wait till you see the Atlantic Ocean.

- Fiona.

- And you know what else?

I got a tool belt to snap onto your wheelchair,

just in case.

We're prepared.

- What the heck.

Let's go.

Surprise me.

("You Angel You" by Bob Dylan)

♫ You angel, you

♫ Your essence got me under your wing

♫ The way you walk and the way you talk

♫ I feel I could almost sing

♫ You angel, you

♫ You're as fine as anything's fine

♫ I just want to watch you talk

♫ With your memory on my mind

♫ You know, I can't sleep at night for trying

♫ Yes, I never did feel this way before

♫ I never did get up and walk the floor

♫ If this is love then give me more

♫ And more and more and more and more

♫ You angel, you

♫ You're as fine as can be

♫ The way you walk and the way you talk

♫ Is the way it ought to be

♫ You know, I can't sleep at night for trying

♫ Never did feel this way before

♫ Never did get up and walk the floor

♫ If this is love then give me more

♫ And more and more and more and more

♫ You angel, you

♫ You got me under your wing

♫ The way you walk and the way you talk

♫ I swear it makes me sing ♫

(mellow instrumental music)