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Brian, over here.

Bait.

How'd you know there's
a fishing hole around here?

Sully told me about it
a while back.

I'll be glad when he has time
to go fishing again.

Decide what you want to do
about your science project yet,

- Brian?
- No.

I'm still having trouble
with it.

- When's it due?
- Friday.

Well, Miss Morales
give you any ideas?

No.

She just said to use
our imaginations.

Think we got enough?

I'd say.

Look at this feather.

Never seen one like it before.

Huh -- me either.

Hey, look. Here's another one.

What's the matter, boy?

Look out!

Brian!

Are you all right?

More
importantly, are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

I never would have attempted
that experiment

if I'd known anyone was there.

Maybe you shouldn't try
to get up just yet.

Oh, goodness.

My beak --
it's all right, is it?

Your nose is just fine.

You've got a pretty serious cut
on your forehead.

Oh, dear.

We'll take you to our ma.
She's a doctor.

A doctor?
No, I'm quite all right.

I really don't think
I need a doctor.

Well, she's a really good one.

- You'll see.
- She'll fix you right up.

Come on.

It's not far.

Now, Martin, if you don't mind,
I'll need to remove --

Not my wings!

No, I-I'd rather you didn't.

Well, I-I won't be able
to do a thorough examination

if you're wearing them.

Well...

perhaps...

i-in the interest of science.

Yes, yes, exactly --
in the interest of science.

- Thank you, Brian.
- Got them.

You really think you're gonna
be able to fly with these?

Yes, I believe it's possible if
I can achieve sufficient lift.

Lift?

You were trying
to catch the updraft

from that cliff, weren't ya?

Excellent deduction.

Well, Martin,
I-I haven't seen you before.

Are you new to this area?

Well, I've been residing
in the woods

just outside your lovely town
f-for some weeks.

Oh.

Well, I'm surprised
you remained...

anonymous...being...

so unique.

What about you, Dr. Quinn?

You're a rather, um...

rare specimen yourself,
are you not?

Me?

Well, a woman doctor, you know,
here in Colorado Springs.

Oh, well, it took some time,

but eventually, the, uh, people
of the town came to accept me.

I'd prefer to monitor
your condition for a day or two,

just to be certain that you
haven't suffered a concussion.

Will it be possible
for you to stay here overnight?

Well, of course --

I mean, if you think
that's best scientifically.

Is there anyone
you'd like us to contact?

No!

Michaela -- afternoon, Brian --
these just come for ya.

- Well, thank you, Daniel.
- No problem.

Now, Martin,
this is Daniel Simon.

He's our sheriff.
Daniel, this is Martin...

I-I'm of the family
avis hominis.

That's an unusual name.
Where you from?

London, originally,
then New York,

but since confinement in one
place does not agree with me,

I, um, I've been obliged to be
a rather migratory creature

of recent years.

Well, welcome to town.

Well, thank you.

So you're saying that
he actually jumped off a cliff?

Well,
it wasn't exactly a cliff.

It was only about 15 feet.

But he was trying to fly.

He seems nice enough,
but he is a little odd.

Oh, Matthew, wait till
you hear what his name was.

What was it, Ma?

Avis something or other?

Avis hominis.

Avis hominis.

"Avis" -- "avis" -- that's
the Latin word for "bird."

And, uh...

Ah, "hominis" --

it's Latin for "the zoological
classification of man."

"Birdman."

What do you suppose
a birdman eats, Ma?

I can't really say, Brian.

Somebody's whistlin'.

Rossini.

Well, Michaela,
it seems that your patient

is up with the larks.

He's been doing that
since the crack of dawn.

Good morning, Dr. Quinn.

Good morning, Martin.

Please...stay there.
We'll be right up.

Ah, isn't it a beautiful day?

Why, yes.
Yes, it certainly is.

Martin, do you feel all right?

I couldn't be better.

Ma, look at these.

Well, why,
these are splendid, Martin.

- They sure are.
- Thank you.

- I believe I'm close now.
- To what?

Why, to flight, my boy --
to flight!

Oh, so far, a minor logistical
problem has kept me Earthbound.

I keep toppling forward.

But the moment I work out
how to balance myself -- ha!

Hmm!

I built a flying machine once.

Did you?

But I crashed.

Ah, yes, well, so have I --
many times.

But we must keep trying,
mustn't we?

Hey, maybe I could build
another flying machine

for my science project.

Well, I could think
of no worthier endeavor.

Uh, perhaps, Brian, you
should be getting off to school.

I guess so.

Martin...

you wouldn't want to help me
with my project, would you?

I would be delighted!

I-I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Why not?

Well,
I-I don't want you to get hurt.

Brian was seriously injured once
when he fell from a tree.

Ma, I was just a kid then.

Besides, it's only gonna be
a model -- not to sit in.

Ah. Hmm.

Brian, I'm not sure
that Martin's up to this.

But I feel wonderful!

When shall we start?

How about right after school?

Oh, excellent!

Great.

Hello, Michaela.

Oh, Daniel.

How's the patient?

Well, his vital signs
are excellent.

Good.

And I've ruled out
any possibility of concussion.

Good.

But...

But he does seem to believe
that he's a bird.

Yeah.

I'm not sure
what's causing his behavior.

It's possible he might have
experienced some kind of trauma

in the woods.

Yeah,
or maybe he's just plain crazy.

There's that possibility,
as well.

Do you think
he'd ever hurt anybody?

Oh, no.

I don't believe so,
and he's very gentle.

He -- he seems quite harmless.

Well...

Still, Sully and me knew
this strange fella named Sam,

back in the mining camp.

He'd been mauled by a bear,
and soon after that,

he started seeing one behind
every tree and bush and stump.

This poor guy was scared
of his own shadow.

So, what happened?

Well, one night, he thought
he saw a bear out in the brush,

so he picked up a rifle
and just started firing...

only the bear turned out
to be another miner.

He was a widower with six kids.

- Did he kill him?
- No.

He just nicked him,
but the other miners

were so mad that they strung Sam
up from the nearest tree

before we could stop them.

Horace...

I need to send a telegram.

Where to?

New York City
police department.

Yes, sir.

Where do you think
the wings ought to go?

Well, um, you see...
I would say about here,

although...having experienced

the destabilizing effects
of a sudden updraft firsthand,

I would suggest that we balance
the model's front

and rear wing supports
quite precisely.

Otherwise...

We'll crash.

Exactly.

Ah, behold, Brian --
the perfect flying machine.

See how he glides
on the thermals.

Why, he barely moves his wings.

I believe if we are ever to fly,

we must imagine ourselves
as him.

Can you picture
what he sees from up there?

How he soars through the clouds.

To be so free!

Daniel.

Where's Martin?

In the meadow with Brian.

Well, this just came.

It seems that Martin
matches the description

of one Martin Chesterfield,

former professor of science
at New York University.

He walked out of a place called
"Bellevue" three years ago.

Bellevue?
That's an insane asylum.

Martin, no!

Ma, Martin's just up there
testing the wind velocity.

Yes, indeed!

And as I thought, the prevailing
wind is from the South.

Although, I'm afraid we're
going to be experiencing

some turbulent weather
over the next few days.

We're hoping to build
my flying machine tonight

and test it tomorrow.

So, you, uh, weren't planning
on flying off the roof, then?

Oh,

flying should never be attempted
without wings, my good man.

One can't fly without wings.

Martin, I was thinking --

maybe we should make
the rear supports

out of something heavier,
like cedar.

That would offset
the weight of the wings

and give us the balance
that we need.

Yes -- strong, but flexible
enough to yield to a crosswind.

That's an excellent
choice, Brian.

Would you excuse us?
A deadline looms.

Of course.

What are we gonna do
about this guy, Michaela?

Well, it is wonderful of you
to invite me to your home

for dinner.

Perhaps you'd like to, uh,
perch over there.

Oh!

Now, hold tight.

What do you suppose
that's all about?

Beats me.

You know anything about this,
Horace?

Oh, I'm sworn to secrecy.

Why don't you just go ahead and
tell us and get it over with?

You know I can't, Jake.

I took an oath.

Oh, yeah...

the oath.

Darn right, Jake.

You can laugh, but that oath's
something I live by.

It means I have to keep
a lot of things private

for a lot of folks,

and I don't intend
on letting them down.

No, sir!

Those folks
from the asylum are trusting me,

and I ain't gonna say nothing.

Asylum?

It smells divine, Dr. Quinn.

Thank you, Martin.

Uh, Martin...

Yes, Dr. Quinn?

Now, uh, as I understand it,

your -- your name
means "birdman," does it not?

You know Latin!

And does that then imply
that you actually are...

part bird and part man?

Indeed it does!

So, there are times
when you behave like a bird...

and there are other times
when you behave like a man?

Well, yes, exactly.

For instance, in the field --
definitely a bird.

And, uh...

at this moment?

Oh, excuse me.

What was I thinking?

Oh, no, you are quite right,
Dr. Quinn.

I was using field manners.

Quite different
from table manners.

Oh, it's delicious.

Hey, everybody, look!

Oh, that's lovely, Brian.

I'm calling it "Moonrider 4."

Martin suggested it

after I told him
about my other flying machines.

Perseverance is an admirable
quality, don't you agree,

Dr. Quinn?

Oh, yes, indeed, Martin.

Looks like I don't have
any choice.

Checkmate.

You beat me again, Michaela.

Another game?

No, I-I don't think so.

- May I challenge the winner?
- Well, you may.

Good luck.

I'm so glad you could join us
for supper, Martin.

The pleasure's mine, Dr. Quinn.

Seldom do I dine
in such congenial company.

I-I can't recall a more
delicious home-cooked meal.

Why, thank you.

Do you care to,
uh, dine out, as well?

Indeed I do.

Why do you ask?

I wondered
if you'd like to join me

at Grace's café tomorrow.

Oh, that would be
most enjoyable.

Wonderful.

Though I do think that,
um -- well,

since there's field manners
and table manners,

it would stand to follow
that there would be field attire

and town attire, as well?

Right you are, Dr. Quinn --
I must have the proper attire.

I shall acquire some immediately
upon arrival in town tomorrow.

Check.

Checkmate.

Are you sure you wouldn't be
more comfortable

staying in the house tonight?

Oh, I can think
of no finer accommodation

than to roost
with my fellow avians...

even though they are flightless.

Very well.

Goodnight, then.

Oh, Dr. Quinn...

thank you for your
very generous hospitality.

You're welcome, Martin.

Do you think if I was
to take up residence in town,

that I might be
as welcome there?

Well, perhaps that's something
with which I might help you.

Is something wrong?

I hope you fastened
your windows, Dr. Quinn,

because soon,
it's going to be very windy.

At least we had some warning.

Don't worry, Dr. Quinn!

The wind will soon abate!

Martin, would you mind
hanging on to Moonrider 4

while I'm at school?

I don't want anybody
seeing it till tomorrow.

Certainly.

Perhaps we can attempt
a test flight later.

Martin was right.
The wind has abated.

Martin, how did you know

what the weather
was going to be like?

Oh, years of observing
and emulating the behavior

of my fellow avians.

It's 'cause he's a birdman.

D-Did you know, Dr. Quinn,
that despite its desert habitat,

the cactus wren possesses
as great a fondness for bathing

as does the common loon?

Really? How interesting.

Guess you'd know about loons.

Thank you.

I'm reminded
of the willow ptarmigan.

It's an Arctic bird
whose seasonal molting processes

transform him into
an almost unrecognizable version

of his former self.

Nice of you to buy him a suit.

Let's see if it fits.

Looks good on him, don't it?

Too bad he's still crazy.

You look very handsome, Martin.

I know of no other bird
which dons another's feathers,

but I'll try my best.

Dr. Mike.

Would you excuse me?

Sully just sent this wire
from Denver.

I hope nothing went wrong
in his meeting with the Senator.

Everything's fine.

Remember those maps Sully made
of the Longs Peak area?

Yes.

Well, he needs us to send them
to him right away,

before the Senator leaves
for Washington.

Perhaps we can catch the 5:00
train and get those maps on it.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Get out of here.

May I help you?

Oh, possibly you can.

I'm told my friend Brian Cooper
assists with this publication

from time to time.

Have you tried the school?

Oh, yes, of course.
He would be at school.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Aren't you the man I saw
yesterday on Michaela's balcony?

Ah, yes, well,
I do like to greet the morning

from as high a vantage point
as possible.

Gives one perspective, you know.

Ah, perspective.

Well, I must say, you look
considerably different now.

Ah.

In fact, you look familiar.

Have we met before?

I don't believe so.

No, I have the distinct feeling
we have.

I remember now --

I met you at a wedding reception
hosted by the Goulds

several years ago...

the New York Goulds.

Ah, well, that would be
my sister's wedding.

Very happy event.

Then you must be
Martin Chesterfield.

Yes...I was.

Preston A. Lodge III.

Pleasure to meet you.

It's quite unusual to have
a member of such

a distinguished family
in our midst.

Thank you, Mr. Lodge.

Well, good afternoon.

There you are, Martin.
Are you ready for dinner?

Horace,
I need to send a telegram.

- Where to?
- New York.

Make it out to Mrs. Alice
Chesterfield Gould.

Thank you very much.

You're doing very well, Martin.

Michaela...

can I speak to you for a minute?

Yes, of course.

Would you excuse me?

They sent me a telegram back.

The folks from Bellevue
are sending somebody for Martin.

Well, is there something else?

Turns out Martin's from
a real prominent family.

Preston got in touch with them.

They sent word back they think
Martin's a danger to himself.

They want me
to keep him confined

till somebody can come for him.

Confined?

He hasn't done anything
to warrant being locked up.

Oh, no.

Right over there.

Told you he was crazy.

Dr. Mike...
are you really keeping that...

birdman here in town tonight?

Well, yes,
we're all staying here with him.

The recovery room seems to have
a calming effect on Martin.

Bet he'd find
the jail calming, too.

Jake,
I know that what you saw earlier

may have seemed disturbing.

Disturbing?!

Dr. Mike,
the man's as crazy as a bedbug,

and he ought to be locked up
till somebody comes for him.

But I still maintain
that he's harmless.

Well, what if he's not?

As mayor,
I've got a responsibility

to the people of this town.

Well, and as a doctor, I have
a responsibility to my patient.

That mean you're
taking responsibility for him?

Yes, I suppose it does.

Well, I just hope you know
what you're doing, then.

I thought you'd like to know
that your human family

are very concerned about you.

They are?

They're sending someone
from the hospital for you.

Oh.

But...

I-I was beginning to look upon
Colorado Springs as home.

You've been
so very pleasant to me.

I really do like it here so much
better than where I was before.

I hate to go back there.

Must I go, Dr. Quinn?

Well, when the doctor
comes here, if you like,

I could speak to him
and ask him if you could stay.

But it would be up to you

to convince him
that you can fit in here.

That'll mean wearing town
clothes and using table manners,

and most importantly, it means
you must not do anything

to endanger yourself...

...like jumping off cliffs.

Oh, well, yes, I shall be
the very model of deportment.

Oh, Brian!

Tomorrow morning is
going to be glorious!

A time to fly!

Your project is due tomorrow,
isn't it?

Yeah.

However...?

Well...

since we didn't
get to do the test flight,

I'm kind of worried she might...

well, crash.

Oh.

Yes, well,
there is that possibility.

Maybe I shouldn't try
to fly her tomorrow.

Now, Brian, we must never cease
to persevere,

even when all the odds
are against us.

Yes, indeed --
sheer perseverance

has been the making of most
of the geniuses of science --

although, I, uh, I will have to
give this stabilization problem

a bit more thought.

Well, i-it is getting late.

You need your rest.

Did you get Katie to sleep?

Finally, yes.

Ma, you think Martin's doctor
is gonna listen to ya?

I don't know.

If he doesn't...

they're gonna lock him up,
aren't they?

I'm afraid so.

But why?

What's he done that's so wrong?

He hasn't done anything wrong,
Brian.

It's just
that he's not like most people.

What's wrong
with being different?

Well, unfortunately,
his family seems to think

he's a little too different.

His family?

Mm-hmm.

When I thought I was a bird,
you didn't have me locked up.

You were a child, Brian.
You had fantasies.

So does he!

Unfortunately, sometimes people
who are...let's say unique

are disturbing
to those who are not.

But I like that he's unique.

In fact, I think he's
one of the smartest people

I've ever met.

I think so, too,

but I'm afraid that his family
thinks otherwise.

So his family's rich, huh?

Rich?

Martin Chesterfield belongs
to one of

the wealthiest shipping families
this side of the Atlantic.

I bet they're gonna be
real grateful to Dr. Mike

for taking care of him.

There could even be
some reward money involved.

Well, if there is,

she better plan on sharing
some of it with me.

I'm the one
that cleaned him up!

I wouldn't count on any kind
of financial remuneration

- from them, Jake.
- Why not?

Because, from what I gather,

Commodore Chesterfield
is an extremely conservative,

- strait-laced sort of fellow.
- So?

So I rather doubt
he assigns any value

to this cuckoo-bird son of his.

Well,
thanks for the information.

You know, Jake, you should
really be grateful to me.

For what?

If I hadn't sent that wire,

Mr. Chesterfield wouldn't even
be confined right now.

After all, he is insane.

I thought about that, but
Dr. Mike says he's harmless.

Well...

she's probably right.

Forget I even mentioned it.

Hold it right there!

- You don't understand!
- Don't move.

Let me explain.

Jake!

What's going on, Sheriff?

What's going on is this lunatic
broke into my shop

and tried to kill me!

Well,
there must be some mistake.

- Dr. Quinn, I --
- Shut up, you!

Hold on, Jake!

Now, what happened exactly?

I found him robbing my shop --
he come at me with a razor,

and I had to fire a shot
to stop him.

Will you please let me explain?

Go on.

I-I was trying
to retrieve something

that I'd -- I'd left in there.

I found him cutting a strip
from that --

probably meaning to tie me up
and slit my throat!

No!

I knew it was dangerous to have
someone like this around!

Martin would never hurt anyone.

What are you gonna do
about him, Sheriff?

I don't have any choice
but to...put him

where he can't hurt anybody
and nobody can hurt him.

Not the jail.

It's for his own good,
Michaela.

Can't get a word out of him.

Seems sick.

Good morning, Martin.

I brought you some breakfast.

Thank you.

Um...

Brian sent you this.

He thought you might want
to do some sketching.

Thank you, Dr. Quinn.

I tried to fit in --
I truly did!

I wouldn't steal anything
from anyone.

I know, Martin,

but it may be difficult
to convince the doctor

from Bellevue of that.

You said you left something
at the barbershop?

I was trying
to retrieve my hair.

But...

why did you need it?

Well, so that
I could build a nest.

You see, I felt if the doctor

knew that I had
a place to live, well,

he would be more inclined
to allow me to stay.

Martin...

we may not be able
to convince them of that now,

but even if we can't,

your family
must have missed you terribly.

You must be looking forward
to seeing them.

I doubt that I will see them.

Well, surely they'll see you
at the hospital.

They never did before.

Why, you and Brian --

you've been more family to me
than my own ever was.

Clearly, Martin
doesn't have much of a family,

no matter
how prominent they are.

But they are his family,
and they're his legal guardians.

Well, they don't deserve to be.

Asylums should be reserved
for the criminally insane,

not the eccentric.

Michaela!

Keeping a wolf
as a pet is eccentric,

but thinking you're a bird --
that's crazy!

Possibly, but given the bedlam
of an asylum --

perhaps standing at a window

and looking out and imagining
oneself to be a bird --

it would fly away
from all that madness.

Well, under those circumstances,

perhaps that's the sanest
behavior of all.

But isn't his family right

about him being a danger
to himself?

Have you noticed his scars
on his wrists?

Yeah -- manacles.

And they're often used
in asylums...

and after three years of
wandering through the wilderness

alone, Martin's done nothing
to himself to equal those scars.

Next time.

How's the loon, Dr. Mike?

Flown the coop yet?

Since you ask, not well at all.

Well, that's why he belongs
in the loony bin.

Spending time with the mentally
ill isn't a very effective way

of restoring sanity.

What makes you think
he ever had anything to restore?

Jake, Martin was once
a professor of science

at a very prestigious
university.

Well,
that just proves my point --

he lost his marbles thinking
about all them stupid ideas.

Or perhaps he was just...

ahead of his time.

Are you saying that you think
people are gonna fly someday?

Dr. Mike...

people weren't made to fly...
and they're never gonna.

How'd your project go today?

I had a minor
logistical problem.

- What?
- I crashed.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- That's all right.

Sometimes it takes a bunch of
tries for a project to succeed.

Did you, uh,
tell Martin about it?

Yeah, I took him my
flying machine after school --

told him how close we were
to staying airborne --

how we just need to shift
a little more weight

near the tail for balance.

I was trying to cheer him up.

He seemed awful sad.

Ma, it ain't right.

Martin doesn't belong
in an asylum.

He just simply doesn't fit in,
Brian.

And just 'cause of that,

he's gonna spend the rest
of his life locked up?

Hey, Daniel, where you off to?

The doctor from Bellevue's
coming in on the 5:00 train.

That's a shame about Martin,
isn't it?

Yeah...sure is.

There's a lot
of tough things about this job.

I'm finding that out.

Hey, Daniel...

I wish there was something
we could do to help him.

Yeah, me too.

Matthew...

you know, I never got around
to fixing that drawer.

Drawer?

Yeah, the one in the desk --
always sticking.

Never got around to fixing it.

In fact,
everything in that desk is...

just how you left it.

I'll see ya.

See ya.

Martin...

we've come
to get you out of here.

A jailbreak?

How exciting!

I know I left a spare key
in here.

I hope you're right, Matthew.

You the man from Bellevue?

I am.

Sheriff Daniel Simon.

Dr. John Liberti.

Well,
I'd better collect my patient.

Here.

Come on.

I may need some assistance
with these restraints.

Where is he?

Sheriff Simon,
what the devil is going on?

I've got the only key right
here.

Matthew,
I owe you a debt of gratitude.

Just take care of yourself,
Martin.

Here's some food.

Dr. Quinn...it's been an honor
to have known you.

Good luck, Martin.

You can't leave without these.

I'm never going to forget you,
my friend.

Me, either.

Oh, Brian -- I almost forgot!
Ah!

It's the strip
from the pillowcase.

You figured out
how to stabilize it!

Try it now.

I'll be!

Oh! Martin, that's --

Look!