All language subtitles for North 1994

"You want to build a rocket

"and send a man
into outer space,

"don't come to me.

"If you're looking for someone

"to perform a delicate
brain operation,

"I'm not your man.

"But if you have any questions

"regarding the quality
of a fine pair of pants,

that's what I know.
I know pants."

Ohh, I had a day.
Let me tell you.

Then he says,
"what about chinos?"

Talk about slaves
in ancient Egypt.

Dad.

"I know chinos."

Mom?

Those slaves were
in Disneyland.

Dad?

I grew up on jeans.

Being whipped while building
a pyramid's no bargain.

Overalls...
now he's insulting me.

Those slaves didn't have
to book the himmelmans

nonstop to Boca during easter.

"Einstein knew arithmetic, Pavarotti
knows singing, and I know pants."

North was positive
he was having a coronary.

"Do you know who I am?

As a rule, 11-year-olds

don't experience
cardiac events.

"Let me remind you who I am.

But for north, this was
a very stressful time.

"I'm number 6!"

North was having a difficult
time with his folks,

and it was putting a damper

on what was
in all other respects

a very successful life.

How successful?
Look at the year he'd had.

Photosynthesis...

the process by which
carbohydrates are formed

in the chlorophyll
containing tissues of plants

exposed to sunlight.

¶ If I were a rich man ¶

¶ diguh diguh diguh diguh ¶

¶ diguh diguh diguh diguh dum ¶

¶ all day long
I'd biddy biddy bum ¶

¶ if I were a wealthy man ¶¶

hey!

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

An outstanding year
by anyone's standards.

But did north's folks
appreciate how special he was?

Hardly.

"I was inspecting pants before
you even started wearing them,

Mr. Vice president-only
because-your-father owns-the-company."

God forbid the himmelmans

should stop over in Atlanta.

"I've forgotten more about
belt loops than you'll know.

See this rash? Himmelman.

There's no ointment for this.

"Let me remind you
who you're talking to...

"only this year's recipient

of the coveted
Mr. Inseam award."

Well, that shut him up.

Dad... You know what that
stupid Rachel did to me?

I saw blood in my stool
this morning.

Aah!

Are you o.K.?

What's the matter, son?

Here, loosen his pants.

No, no, I'm o.K.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm o.K.

But north wasn't o.K.

This parent thing
was starting to affect

every aspect of his life.

It's turning into the wind.

What sense does that make?

It's not... uh...

Maybe it's showing us
where the wind was.

What are we supposed to do
with that information?

To be...

Or not to...

line?

Be.

Oh.

Be.

Ball 4.

That's six in a row.

Time out.

How ya doin'?

I don't get it.

A child is born,

he's given a life,

but then...

He's appreciated by everyone

except the folks
who gave him that life.

It's just not right.

Uh, let me rephrase
the question.

How's the arm?

Mr. Blankman,

I've got some problems
I have to work out.

Problems? You?

North?

So while everyone speculated

as to what could
possibly be bothering

last season's
most valuable player,

north left the field

and headed straight
for his secret spot.

Yes, north had a secret spot.

You know the kind of spot
I'm talking about...

a place that's just
ordinary to everyone else

but for some reason
is special only to you.

No matter where it is,

it's the spot where you can go

and feel away from everyone
and everything,

the spot where you can go
and do your best thinking.

The one place where you can go

to reflect upon what was,

mull over what is,

or just sit back,
close your eyes,

and change the world

into whatever
you wish it could be.

It's my guess even north
couldn't remember

when his spot first revealed

its special powers to him,

nor did it matter
at this point.

What was important

was whenever he sat
in that huge armchair,

he looked like any other kid

waiting for his parents to
finish their easter shopping.

He was sitting on that spot
the first time I saw him.

Why don't they like me?

What did I do wrong?

You o.K., kid?

Yeah.

Good, 'cause I only got
a 10-minute break,

and my back is killing me.

The last thing I need

is to listen
to somebody else's problems.

You hungry?

No, thanks.

Good,

'cause I'm starving,

and this is my last carrot.

So, who are you?

I'm north.

Seen your name on maps.

Very impressive.

Who are you?

I'm the easter bunny...

third floor, toys.

At least until Sunday.

Then what do you do?

Whatever I want.

Independently wealthy.

4th of July,
I might be Uncle Sam.

Christmas... maybe Santa claus.

My life's a holiday.

How about yours?

Not lately.

I had a bad game today.

How bad?

I walked nine panthers

and hit my coach's wife
with a wild pitch.

That's bad.

You got something on your mind?

Well?

What is it?

Thought you didn't want to
hear anyone else's problems.

You always believe everything
strangers tell you?

Come on, spill.

Aw, you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

It's my folks.

Yeah, what about 'em?

I don't know.

All they care about
is themselves.

Selfish folks. That is rough.

They don't know

what a good thing
they got in you.

Exactly, and they're
the only ones.

You should hear what the
other parents say about me.

North's room is always clean.

North always looks both ways.

North never spoils
his appetite.

North flosses.

Holy mackerel. Your folks
are sitting on a gold mine.

Tell me about it.

You realize, of course,
you're not alone.

What do you mean?

Look, kid, just because
I'm in a bunny suit

doesn't mean I haven't stumbled
across some basic truths.

The feeling of being
insufficiently appreciated

is a common childhood lament.

I'm not common.

Course not,

but I'll bet you that even
Wolfgang amadeus Mozart...

who wrote a symphony
by the age of 3...

had some evenings there
with an angry parent yelling,

"stop banging
on that damn piano."

But Mr. Mozart's dead
and I'm alive,

so I'll bet you that right now

I'm in more pain than he is.

Hard to argue with that one.

At this point,

I'd even settle
for Mozart's parents.

Unfortunately, you don't
get to make that choice.

The one thing we cannot control

is who our parents are.

You're dealt a hand,
you're stuck with it.

It's not like baseball, where
you can become a free agent

and try to get a better
deal with another team.

Another team...

This is real life, kid.

The rules are different.

I got to get back upstairs.

You want my advice...

and I know
you didn't ask for it...

go home, make up, and goodbye.

And that was it.

Nothing special.

I just left him there
in that secret spot of his,

just him and his thoughts.

Free agency.

What a scoop!

A kid becoming a free agent,

then offering his services
as a devoted son

to the highest-bidding
set of parents.

It's brilliant, north,
simply brilliant!

This still isn't for sure yet.

This could be my Watergate.

Winchell, you put out
a two-page leaflet

with a circulation of 90.

Might land me a pulitzer.

I told you this as my friend,

not as editor of the
school newspaper.

I'm a journalist, north.

You never said this conversation
was off the record.

I need time to think.

I'll hold the story,

but a few more displays
like that panther game,

and some parents
may start doing

some thinking of their own.

That damn panther game.

And that geography test
we took today?

What about it?

You got a 34.

Chicago's in Africa?

Mexico... an island
off the coast of Montana?

Where'd you get this?

I'm a journalist, north.

I can't reveal my sources.

How I got this test
isn't important.

Why you got this grade is.

Your instincts are correct.

You need new parents,
and you need them now.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless you haven't
got the guts.

I've got more guts than
anybody in this town.

Eh, talk is cheap.

I just feel I owe it
to my parents

to give them one last chance.

What can I say?

You came to me,
sought my counsel.

The rest is up to you.

No, no, that's o.K.

Thanks, anyway.

North wanted to give his folks

every chance to keep
the family together.

He tried his mom,

but she was too busy
rerouting the himmelmans.

That left dad.

Pants. Can I help you?

My name is north.
Can I talk to my dad?

What number?

Number 6.

Looks like that 5-iron's
a little short.

Number 6.

Number 6! Phone call.

Oh, uh, prom season.

Get a number, would you?

It's your son.

All right. Just a minute.

Is that piping holding up?

Very well, Mr. Vice president.

Now he's an expert on piping.

Hello.

Dad, can I talk to
you for a minute?

Yes, north.

We need these by 5:00.

I only got two legs!

North, I'm swamped.

Could we discuss this
over dinner?

But, dad...

We'll discuss it over dinner.

Yeah, right.

Dinner.

Well, that's that.

O.K., guys, let's roll.

Zoe, you take the South side.

Winchell!

Winchell!

Here you go.

Here you go.

I've made my decision.

Let me guess.

How did you know?

News travels fast.

Apparently.

You got a lawyer?

Do I need one?

This is America.
Everyone needs a lawyer.

I happen to know the best.

Name's Arthur belt.

Let's move it.

Where will I find him?

Don't worry. He'll find you.

We got a paper to get out!

Hello, north.

Arthur belt at your service.

The lawyer?

Your lawyer.

We're a team.

You do what I tell you to do,

you're going to have the
best parents in the world.

You sure you can squeeze me in?

What?

Oh, the "ambulance
chasing" thing.

Ha ha.

That's nothing.

I just use it to beat traffic.

Try it sometime on your bike.

Are we a team?

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, hey, hey. You know so.

Yes, north was actually

going to go through with it

and challenge the entire
concept of family.

The effect was immediate,

as kids now faced their parents

with confidence they once
only dreamed about.

What a great idea.
North's a genius.

Jeffrey, don't be ridiculous.

Now, where did I put that
phone number for Arthur belt?

Did I say ridiculous?

What I meant was, you
look very handsome today.

You realize north will
never pull this off?

He's north. He can do anything.

His folks will fight it.

They won't take this
lying down.

And then
the media circus began.

How do you feel?

Is winchell's story accurate?

Can we take that as a "yes"?

You think you can
pull this off?

No comment.

North, if you're successful,

how will your actions
affect mother's day?

No comment!

In 1793, the cotton gin
was invented.

North, could you please tell
us the name of the inventor?

E-e...

o.K.

Under strict advice
from counsel,

I must respectfully say
no comment.

Finally, north's day
in court arrived.

The world was watching.

All rise for the honorable
judge buckle.

All sit for the honorable
judge buckle.

Now, then, this is a trial,
not a hearing.

Even though both sides
will be saying things

and I'll be hearing them,

it is still not a hearing.

No doubt you'll be hearing

the same things I'm hearing.

That's your privilege.

However, once both sides
have been heard,

it'll be my job
to pass judgment.

Obviously, you can
pass judgment, too,

but it won't count.

That's because I'm the judge.

Have I made myself clear
to the plaintiff?

Yes, your honor,

it's quite clear
to the plaintiff.

Have I made myself clear
to the defense?

Your honor,

the defense rests.

Then there's nothing left to do
but make my judgment,

and in my judgment,

any folks who would
sleep through this trial

don't deserve a son like north!

I rule in favor
of the plaintiff.

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

The system works.

North, you're a free man.

Hold on.

Hold on.

¶ Israel was in Egypt land ¶

¶ let my people go ¶

everybody!

¶ Go down, Moses ¶

Hey! Hey! Pipe down!

¶ Go down, Moses... ¶¶

this is a court of law.

Even though I have
made a judgment,

the trial isn't over.

I still have to make a ruling.

Now, then, today is...

July 1st.

Today is July 1st,

and it's my ruling

that north choose his new
parents by labor day

so he can begin school
with his new family.

If he does not
choose new parents,

he may return
to his original parents.

However, if he is not
physically in the arms

of either his new parents
or his original parents

by noon on labor day,

he will be remanded
to an orphanage.

And if any of you has ever
seen the little rascals,

you know that's no day
at the beach.

Orphanage?

Not to worry.

From now own, the
world is your oyster.

Even though north didn't
really care for oysters,

he couldn't help but take
Arthur belt's enthusiasm

as a positive sign.

North free agent draft.

Yes, his eyes are blue.

Soprano.

Super Mario III.

He believes in God
and evolution.

Don't even get him started
on the Warren commission.

Everyone wants you, kid.
Everyone.

Look at this.

You got a first class ticket

to every city in the world.

My advice is, don't
spread yourself thin.

Learn as much as you can about
the parents you audition.

Once you sign with someone,

that's it.

They're your new folks
forever. Understand?

You bet.

That's the spirit.
Let's get cracking.

So north was on his way.

It was the 4th of July.

This year, independence day

had a special meaning
for north.

He was a free man

searching for the life
he felt he deserved.

There he is.

Look at that boy.

There he is, pa.

Well, hey,

howdy, north.

I'm pa Texas. Here's ma Tex.

And welcome to the
great state of Texas.

Uh, howdy.

I know what you're thinkin'.

Big car, right?

Well, it did cross my mind.

Everything I own's
the biggest and the best.

That's why we'd like you
to become our son.

'Cause you're the best.

To the best.

Home, sweet home.

This can all be yours, son...

the main house,

guest house,

livestock,

oil Wells.

Rumor has it you like baseball.

I used to own
the Houston astros.

Really? What happened?

Just this morning, I
signed them over to you.

Gee, don't get me wrong.

They're a fine organization,

but aren't we rushing things?

Pretty fair shootin', Gabby.

Thanks, boss.

Hey...

What are you doing here?

Finished all my chores.

Figured I'd get
some shootin' in.

No, I... I mean...

Have you ever been
an easter bunny?

Easter bunny?

Careful, son.

Gabby's killed men
for less than that.

Sorry.

No harm done.

So, what you two cowpokes

got planned for tomorrow?

We'll wake up early and eat,

then dig for oil and eat,

then rope doggies
and bust broncs,

then maybe grab a bite to eat.

You like Tex-mex?

I'm a fan of any food that
straddles two borders.

That's my boy.

But what's the deal
with all this eating?

It's simple.

Remember I told you

everything I own's
the biggest and best?

You're already the best.

There's nothing left but
to make you the biggest.

And don't fret about not being
able to clean your plate.

Pretty soon that
stomach of yours

will stretch and stretch,

and your capacity for
food will grow and grow.

Excuse me. You say that
like that's a good thing

to have happen to your stomach.

It is.

Why?

Well, then you'll be like buck.

Who?

Our first son.

Biggest boy

this big state's ever seen.

He could eat more in one day

than anyone else
eats in a month.

That's why buck hated February.

Where is buck?

He died in a stampede.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

It was a mighty big loss.

Now we'll show you how
much we're lookin' forward

to making you our new son.

Ready, pa?

Ready, ma.

¶ We had a son
who was trampled ¶

¶ by a ton of longhorns ¶

¶ but you're here, cutes ¶

¶ to fill his boots ¶

¶ as flat as they may be ¶

¶ you'll yell yippee-ai-o
at the rodeo ¶

¶ till the day's done ¶

¶ then you'll make
a lot of pals ¶

¶ with buffalo gals ¶

¶ just leave some for me ¶

¶ we'll barbecue
steaks and stew ¶

¶ feed you pumpkin pie ¶

¶ till your can's bigger than ¶

¶ the big ol' Texas sky ¶

yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Whoo!

¶ You'll grow tall
and play football ¶

¶ be famous ¶

¶ you'll grow more,
own a chain of stores ¶

¶ marry Betty Lou ¶

¶ oh, north ¶

¶ north ¶

¶ grow, north ¶¶

'nother rib, son?

You o.K., cowboy?

Yeah.

Just thinking.

Texas nights are sure
good for thinking.

Yeah.

You doing any particular
type of thinking

or just wandering thinking?

I was thinking if I stay here,

I'll always be living in the
shadow of someone else.

What kind of life
would that be?

From what I hear about buck,

what kind of shadow
would that be?

Yeah, he was a big one.

Mighty hard being your own man

when they're always comparing
you to somebody else.

Yeah, right.

I mean, I left home

because I had parents who
didn't appreciate who I was.

Why would I want new parents
who'd only appreciate me

if I was someone else?

You might be
onto something there, son.

You know, down here in these
parts we got a saying...

sometimes when you're
panning for gold,

you got to try
more than one stream.

We really wish
you'd reconsider.

I'm sorry, but it wouldn't
be fair to any of us.

Thanks for
the opportunity, north.

Oh, sir?

Yes, north?

I think it's only right
I give you back the astros.

Well, thanks, son.

That's a class gesture.

Well...

Goodbye.

So long, pard.

We'll miss you.

Hold on there, son.

Just a little something

to remember your old
buddy Gabby by.

Hope it brings you good luck.

Thanks.

So north resumed his search,

and though he got
to the airport by noon,

out of respect
for ma and pa Tex,

in true cowboy tradition,

he chose to wait eight hours

to fly off into the sunset,

with no knowledge at all

of what was going on back home.

How much longer do we have to
put up with this indignity?

How much longer must we
tolerate these injustices?

The subservience?

It's humiliating, my friends.

It's demeaning.

Right on!

Now is the time to say no!

Now is the time to say,

"just because you were born
25 or 30 years before me

"doesn't make you smart.

"It doesn't make you right.

It just makes you old!"

"It just makes you
smell worse in the morning!"

Now is the time
to band together

and let our parents know

we're at the dawn
of a new era...

the era of our liberation!

An era made possible

by a kid who had the guts

to fight for the power
we now possess!

And now the man
whose brilliant legal mind

shone the light
on the pathway to freedom...

Mr. Arthur ulysses belt,
esquire!

Thank you!

I am but a humble servant,

standing at your ready,

to assist in this noble cause!

Viva El norte!

Viva El norte!

Viva El norte!

Viva El norte!

Viva El norte!

But like I said,

north didn't know
about any of this.

He was on his way to Hawaii

to meet what he hoped
would be his new parents.

Governor and Mrs. ho?

Aloha, north.

Welcome to our
island paradise, north.

Aloha.

We've got a big day
planned for you.

Waki-waki will take you
to the house to change.

Aloha.

Aloha?

I thought that meant hello.

In Hawaii, aloha means
hello and goodbye.

Doesn't that get confusing?

Only when you're
firing someone.

Oh, well, aloha.

Isn't he great?

You know, north,
if you settle here,

you'll be many years younger

because of the difference
in time zones.

You won't die as early
as you would

if you lived on the mainland.

That's a plus.

Another thing, north.

If you live in Hawaii,

it's much easier to get
into a good college.

How's that?

We have only 12 letters
in our alphabet.

Really?

That's right. Five vowels...

A-e-I-o-u.

Seven consonants.

H-k-l-m-n-p-w.

I didn't know that.

Well, sure.
Just think about it.

Waikiki, Honolulu...

Kaanapali, mauna lani.

That's very interesting,

but how does that
help me get into college?

Since we don't use the
letters b-c-d and "f",

you're pretty much guaranteed
to get straight as.

What do you think?

Well, I like what I see,

but I do have one question,

just for my own peace of mind.

What is it?

I hope I'm not
being insensitive,

but you wouldn't
have a dead kid

whose shoes
you want me to fill?

Dead kid?

North, Hawaii is
a lush and fertile land.

There's only one barren area
on all of our islands.

Unfortunately, it's Mrs. ho.

But if all goes right,

you will be our first child.

Wow!

What a great day.

You know,
this might really work out.

As far I'm concerned,

there's just a few
minor details to discuss.

You know, bedtime, sleepovers,

your views on snacks.

That sort of thing.

What are we standing here for?

Let's go inside and push
a few numbers around,

see what we come up with.

Ladies and gentlemen,
governor and Mrs. ho.

Heahea 'oe!

Komo mai e kai e ku aloha!

Ladies and gentlemen,

fellow 50th staters,

I am thrilled to announce

that we have reached
an agreement in principle

which allows me
to introduce to you today

a young man,
who in coming years

will be to Hawaii what
the peach is to Georgia,

the apple is to New York,

the wind is to Chicago!

Now, without further ado,

please give a big, warm
Hawaiian welcome

to our new pride and joy...

our son north!

What is that?

Son, that'll be
in every airport,

along every highway...

My crack?

My crack is going to be
shown in every airport?

What gives you the right to
show my crack on every highway?

The truth is, north,
I'm governor of a state

running low on self-esteem.

After 35 years of statehood,

people still don't treat Hawaii

like we're part of the country.

Sure, there's a star
for us on the flag,

but why didn't anyone show up

during "hands across America"?

Not even a phone call.

It's just plain inconsiderate.

He's right.

People from the mainland

just don't care about Hawaii.

They come with their knobby
knees and pale kids,

eat our food, watch our whales,

say "aloha," like
they really mean it.

7 to 10 days later,

they drop us like a
sack of rancid poi.

We're supposed to feel
good about ourselves?

Excuse me. What's this
have to do with my crack?

Don't you see, north?

If you lived here in Hawaii,

people would be more
inclined to settle here.

So they can be close
to my crack?

North, north...

You're very important to us.

I don't know.

I need some time
to think, o.K.?

1, 2, 3, 4 Jacks!

Come on, guys!
Don't just stand there.

Get your butt in motion!

You might just like it!

And squat down, up and...

What is the point?

Gabby, what are you doing here?

They say for every hour
you exercise,

you add an hour to your life.

Who needs all that extra time

if you're just going
to spend it exercising?

See where I'm going?
Who's Gabby?

A ranch hand from Texas.

Not familiar
with the gentlemen.

So, how's it feel

to be Hawaii's new first son?

Well, I'm not so sure

that's what I want to be.

Why not?

Beautiful climate.

Can't beat the fashion.

Yeah, I know,

but I don't think I
should settle for parents

who have to show my
most private crevice

on a billboard to feel
better about themselves.

It's refreshing to meet a kid

who has such strong convictions

about his crack.

Whoa! Whoa.

Ah!

Dig, man.

The way I always
figured this deal is

parents are supposed to
make the kids feel better.

Not the other way around.

Yeah.

Hang in there, kid!

You'll find what
you're looking for.

I hope so.

Although he came up short
in both Texas and Hawaii,

north felt no anxiety,
as he still had eight weeks

till his labor day deadline.

Welcome to Juneau, Alaska.

Remain seated until the plane
comes to a complete stop

in Anchorage, Alaska.

To accompany our skid,

we'll be showing another
full-length feature film.

Our friend had a dream,

and that dream
is becoming a reality.

Meanwhile, as north
was skidding

his way to Anchorage,

things were heating up at home.

Winchell's
inspirational speeches

had created a groundswell,

and all across the land,

kids continued holding
their parents

at emotional gunpoint.

Anything else, son?

Yes. How's my room
coming along?

I'll have it spotless
by dinner.

Viva El norte.

And as of next Monday,

no parent will be permitted

to see an r-rated movie

unless accompanied by a kid.

Yeah, right.

Arthur, do I detect
a note of melancholy?

It's just that north still
hasn't found new parents.

Maybe he never will.

Maybe this free agency thing
will blow up in our face.

I'm surprised at you.

Do you think I'd embark

on an endeavor
of this magnitude

without a contingency plan?

Contingency plan?

Oh, good. I love those.

One Coca-Cola.

Right here.

And one sex-on-the-beach.

Aren't I naughty?

To our future.

What a future it is.

According to the latest polls,

parents are so nervous,

that 78% of them say

they'll vote however
their kids tell them to.

And since those kids

will do whatever
you tell them to...

Well, I, uh...

What I mean is...

That's right.

I'm lying here with the next
president of the United States.

I'm happy for you, Arthur.

I'm sure you'll make a
fine commander-in-chief.

Hey, dollface, could you
concentrate on my lower back?

That's where all
my tension builds up.

Flight 24 from Hawaii
by way of Juneau

is now arriving at gate seven.

Approach 119-90.

Hey, great landing, guys.

You've really got
that skid thing

down to a science.

Thanks for the
kind words, north.

We've dented a
terminal now and then,

but eventually you
get the hang of it.

Thanks.

North's first impression
of Alaska

was a positive one.

The air was clean,

it was breathtakingly
beautiful,

and, best of all,

it was far away from
everyone and everything.

There was nothing
to distract these people

from concentrating on life's
most precious commodity...

the love of a good family.

Morning!

Whoa ho!

Here you go, north.

A nice cup of hot cocoa.

And to go with that,

our state dish... eskimo pie.

Thank you.

Hey, what do you know?

The salmon are running.

I'm going to get poles

and go fishing with my boy.

Great! I love fishing.

This is the life, right, son?

Sure is.

You like Christmas, north?

Who doesn't?

You've never had a Christmas

till you've had
an Alaskan Christmas.

Since our days last
for months at a time,

you can imagine
the festivities.

Why, opening presents
takes three weeks alone.

Right, ma?

This all sounds great,

but what's the catch?

What do you mean?

I mean, what's in it for you?

Nothing.

Really?

No dead kids?
No low self-esteem?

No frozen skeletons
in your closet?

We have pride, north,

and we're proud of our pride.

We wouldn't ask anything
of a child.

We want you
to follow your dreams

and be the best north
you can be.

You'll be a source of pride

to the entire eskimo community

for many, many years to come.

Oh, jeepers creepers,
that reminds me.

Oh, dad, let's go!
Time to flow!

Coming!

Time to what?

Bundle up. It's a long walk.

Who's that?

North, this is
your new grandfather.

Hello, north.

Hello. What do you mean
"it's time to flow"?

When an eskimo gets
too old or weak

to contribute to society,

the whole family gets together

and walks to the ocean.

Then the revered old eskimo

is proudly placed
on an ice floe

and set out to sea
to die with dignity.

And pride.

All right, everybody, let's go.

But wait a minute.

Just because he's old
doesn't mean

he can't be part of the family.

Well, it's a tradition.

I promise you, north,

grandpa wants this as much
as anyone. Right, grandpa?

Yeah, right. I've been
looking forward to this.

As the family made
their long trek to the sea,

north took the opportunity

to get close to his
new grandpa,

which was easy,

since he had a tremendous
affection for old folks.

He found them warm,
understanding,

and, most importantly,
way too tired to yell.

Knowing his time
with grandpa was limited,

north tried to take in

all this wise old man
had to offer

about life in the tundra.

And another thing. Up here,

if your mother says
"don't make a face

because it could freeze
in the position,"

you better take her seriously.

Can't you hang around
a little longer?

There's so much
you can teach me.

Next!

Goodbye.

Yeah, o.K. O.K.

Goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye.

Let's go. I only got
four months of sunlight.

Next. Let's go!

Come on. Come on.

Should've done this before.

I've got a civilization
to run here.

Move along.

Next!

Don't act like you don't
know what's going on.

Well, goodbye, north.

Are you sure you have to go?

Don't worry about him, north.

He's had a great life.

He's happy to set sail

before he starts
embarrassing himself.

Take it from us, north.

When drool hardens, it's
not a pretty sight.

Let's go, pal.
This is no surprise.

Take a walk. Let's go. Move it.

Yeah, bye, bye.
Fine. Thank you.

Bye, dad!

Bye, dad!

Bye.

Listen, if there's
a change in policy

the next couple of weeks,

feel free to track me down.

What did he say?

What do you say
we grab a ride home?

Great idea!

North, don't worry
about grandpa.

He'll be o.K.

Yeah.

Can I ride on top?

Why, sure. It's the best view.

Landscape sure is
beautiful up here.

Hey...

It's you.

No, it's not.

Oh.

Smell that fresh air.

No smog up here.

How could they do that?

Not even my original parents

would send my grandpa
away like that.

Hey, son!

How's the view up there?

Great!

Thanks.

"Son."

I don't want
to overstep my bounds,

but unless I'm mistaken,

you're that fella north.

Unless I'm further mistaken,

you have a deadline
of labor day...

a week from tomorrow...
to choose new parents.

You still haven't found
what you're looking for.

How could labor day
be next week?

I just got here.

You walked from home
to the ice floes?

It's a seven-week walk,

even with the wind
at your back.

No wonder we stopped
for lunch 49 times.

That six months of daylight
thing throws everybody off.

I only showered 12 times
during the seventies.

Oh, man, I'll never
find new parents.

You can always go back to
your original parents.

Oh, yeah!

That's just what I want to do...

go back to the people

who haven't even
tried to contact me.

Take me to the airport.

I've got lots to do
and not much time.

You got it. Yah!

So a now-desperate north,
with time running out,

raced towards
an uncertain future.

Understandably, he was upset

that his parents hadn't
called in two months,

but his parents hadn't
done much of anything

in two months.

As curator of
the Smithsonian institution,

it is my distinct honor
to unveil the newest addition

to our illustrious
hall of achievement.

At 78 consecutive days
and counting,

the longest simultaneous coma

in medical history,

ladies and gentlemen,
north's folks.

I'll now take questions.

Yes!

How can you equate
a medical oddity

with man's landing on the moon?

With all due respect

to the achievements
of the Apollo 11 crew,

the sociological impact
of what these folks did

dwarfs those
of Mr. Armstrong et Al.

All they did was faint.

And in so doing,

shifted the familial
balance of power

throughout the world.

"Throughout the world"?

This is even bigger
than we thought.

It's bigger than you thought.

That's why you're
only going to be president.

...Child's continuing process

to improve status...

I just thought of something.

What if they wake up
in the next eight days,

begging north to come back?

What if north
goes back to his folks?

Arthur, don't you know that
that's an impossibility,

that I would use all my power

to prevent a thing
like that from happening?

Oh.

What do you say
we grab some Chinese?

Maybe the msg
will calm you down.

Despite north's growing concern

about his approaching deadline,

he took solace in the fact
the lord needed

only six days to create
the entire universe.

A kid of his caliber,
given an extra two days,

should be able to find
two measly parents.

Greetings...

North.

I'm thy new father,

and this good woman,
who art my wife,

art thy new mother.

And these art thy new brothers,

who art named Ezekiel.

And these art thy new brothers,

who art named art.

Hey, hey, this looks great.

I've always dreamt of a life

without the ever-present
nuisance of electricity.

Just let me grab
something from the plane.

I seem to have
left my butter churn

in the overhead compartment.

Floor it!

While it wasn't like north
to make snap judgments,

there were only
seven days left.

He had a world of potential
parents to evaluate.

Long live the north dynasty!

Give him the emperor cut.

Honey!

Honey face!

You seem like very nice folks,

but to be totally honest
with you,

if I lived here,

I'm not sure I'd get
much homework done.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Quiet, Harry! Quiet!

I think he's trying
to tell us something.

¶ Wack wack wack-ado ¶¶

Oh, my!

With three days to go

before his 12 noon
labor day deadline,

north, the little
world traveler,

arrived in New York today

to interview his final
set of parents...

ward and Donna Nelson,

who, along with their
two children, bud and Laura,

live in the quaint
upstate town of bedford.

When contacted earlier
at his office,

ward, the local pediatrician,

who, we understand,
still makes house calls,

said, "my family and I
would like nothing better

"than to see north's
long journey

"finally be rewarded with
a warm and loving home,

and we hope we can
provide it for him."

Thanks.

Hi, north!

Ward, bud, Laura, he's here!

He's here!

Hi, north!

Hi!

Hello.

Welcome to our home, son.

Tired, hungry?

I'm going to bake you

some chocolate chip cookies.

Do you like Nintendo?

Today at mount rushmore,

thousands of angry parents
gathered

to voice opposition to the bill

that lowers voting age to 7.

According to Arthur belt,

the rising politician
who drafted the bill...

Wait. They were
talking about me.

Soon you'll be hearing
your name so much,

even you'll be sick of it.

I highly doubt it.

Talk to me.

Boss, it's Al
with the sleeping dogs.

Yeah, what about them?

Looks like they counted
their last sheep.

So it does.

How long will it take

to get operation xerox
into place?

Less than a minute, boss.

Go to it, and, Al?

Yeah, boss?

Don't be surprised

if there's extra zeros
in your next paycheck.

Thanks, boss. I appreciate it.

And, Al?

Yeah, boss?

Don't be surprised
if there isn't.

I understand.

Good morning.

Where are we?

Oh! Where's our son?

Ooh! Can we see our son?

Absolutely. Just follow me.

We got a limo waiting outside

with coffee and hot Danish.

Oh, that sounds good.

I seem to have worked up
an appetite. Honey?

I could eat.

Right this way.

Hike!

O.K., Laura,
sack the quarterback!

Here we go. Hey!

Touchdown!

You faked me
right out of my socks!

Come and get it!

It's great
having you here, north.

I've always wanted
a brother to throw to.

Now I have two brothers
to look out for me.

I know we're all excited

to have north in our family,

but he hasn't decided to stay.

You got to stay!

We really want you.

Help yourself,
everybody. Dig in.

Mom, can we go
to the carnival tomorrow?

I don't see why not.

Ward?

Sounds good to me.

North...

We miss you so much.

Please forgive us.

We made so many mistakes.

We should've
appreciated you more.

If only you could give us

just one more chance.

We love you, son.

We love you very much.

Cut!

Very nice.

Very, very nice.

Touching, moving,
and yet, not over the top.

Keep it rolling.

So, crazy summer, huh?

Oh, terrible.

Very disturbing.

I know what you're
going through,

but if north doesn't come
back, you can always adopt.

Just the other day,

I met this adorable little boy,

7 years old.

His name was Hugh.

Maybe you can adopt him.

Maybe Hugh can be your son.

We don't want Hugh.

He's not our son.

We want north.

I understand.

It was insensitive of me
to even mention it.

Uh, you folks want more coffee?

Nah. That's o.K.

Not for me.

I still don't understand

why we can't speak
to north in person.

I think that would be
a big mistake.

North is very angry
right now, very sensitive.

You show up unannounced,

and this could blow up
in your face,

and it'd just kill me
to see that happen.

My suggestion is,
you lay low for a while.

I'll have someone escort you
to the Plaza.

I told Jean Pierre to
give you any room service,

and as north's best friend,

I'd happily show him this tape

to pave the way for you.

Thank you, winchell.

Oh, yes.

You're a real friend.

I try.

Bring the car around
for north's folks.

Yes, sir. Consider it done.

You know, you're
doing very well

for a sixth-grader.

Well, I cut a few breaks.

Adam, take the tape
down to editing.

Colonel mustard in the study

with the rope.

I don't have any of those.

Neither do I.

Me, neither.

Let's see.

Colonel mustard in the study,

and here's the rope.

All right!

Good job, kitten.

Can we play again?

No. You have to hit the sack.

You don't want to be
tired for the carnival.

Everybody upstairs
to bed right now.

O.K. Good night.

Good night, honey.
Good night, north.

Good night.

Brush your teeth
before you go to bed.

Ahem.

Sorry to bother you,

but I got something important
for a kid named north.

What is it?

Apparently an urgent message

from his original parents.

I'll see he gets it.

Thank you.

North, honey?

Yeah?

Can you come down
here for a minute?

Coming.

What is it?

North, a man just
left this tape.

It's a message
from your parents.

From my parents?

Do you mind if I...

of course not.

Would you like
to be alone, north?

No. That's o.K.

After all you've been through,

what would you like
to say to your son?

We don't want Hugh.

How can you say that?

He's not our son.

Aren't you bothered

you might never see
your son again?

Nah. That's o.K.

Isn't this a gut-wrenching,

torturous, emotional
experience?

Not for me.

He's not our son.

We don't want Hugh.

North, honey, are you o.K.?

Is there anything
we can do for you?

Yeah.

Let me be your son.

Finally, north
had new parents...

parents who made him
feel wanted, secure,

and loved,

yet something was still wrong.

The nelsons were everything
he was looking for,

so why couldn't he
embrace them?

North needed answers.

North, we just don't understand

why you're leaving.

Neither do I.

You're all nice people.
I'm really gonna miss you,

but I've just got to be alone.

We're going to miss you, too.

And so will Oliver.

North.

Here.

In case you get hungry
on your way to New York.

Thanks, mom...

I mean, Mrs. Nelson.

Bye.

So with just 24 hours until
his labor day deadline,

no hope of parents,

and the prospect
of an orphanage looming,

north felt he only
had one option left.

He would disappear.

Can you spare
some extra change?

Oh.

Here.

Maybe it'll bring you more luck

than it brought me.

Hey, it's got a hole in it!

What good does this do me?

Yes, he would disappear,

and where better to do that

than amidst the teeming,
faceless masses

of the naked city?

Want to go downtown?

Shut up!

He's heading into the park.

Don't worry, boss. I'm just
looking for the right place.

So long, Al.

What was that all about?

It seems our young friend's
had a change of heart.

Change of heart?

He's left the nelsons

and decided to grace our
city with his presence.

Oh, no.

This ruins everything.

Arthur, please, use your head.

This is a godsend.

It is?

Of course.

As we speak, grownups
across this great land of ours

are feeling humiliated.

They blame north
for all their frustrations.

Do you realize how many
of those angry parents

would like nothing better

than to do away
with our little friend?

And do you know
the one catalyst

that can give a political
movement true cohesion?

That's right.

A martyr.

You're a genius.

I mean, it's brilliant.

It's absolutely winchellian.

It... it...

But for north to be martyred,

doesn't he have to be killed?

Well, maybe we'll get lucky.

As north ran for his life,

he wondered how his dream
of finding perfect parents

had turned into a nightmare.

Aah! Aah!

Damn it.

Psst! North.

Over here.

Adam, what are you doing here?

Listen to me very carefully.

I'm not here. You never saw me.

We're not even having
this conversation.

Got that?

Got what?

Perfect.

So what are we
not talking about?

This.

What? I don't see anything.

What you don't see is a
tape of the conversation

winchell had with your parents.

I saw it.

No, you didn't.

Oh, I forgot. I didn't see it.

You did see it, and this
is what you didn't see.

I see.

I don't think you do.

Look at the tape.

So how'd you find me?

Winchell. He bugged
the nelsons' phones.

Winchell? Shh!

He's everywhere.

I been working for him
ever since you left home.

You know, some guy was
chasing me with a gun.

He was shooting at me.

That didn't have anything to
do with winchell, did it?

Oh, man.

So why are you doing this?

I'm not, but if I was,

because I think
winchell's gone too far.

Also, you were always
good to me, north.

You never picked me last.

You never made me
play right field.

Thanks, Adam.

Oh, man.

Adam, I just don't
feel safe anywhere.

Adam?

Adam?

Can I have a hot dog
with just mustard?

That'll be $1.00.

Out of 5.

2...3...

4...5.

There you go.

Where did you get this?

Some bum bought
a hot dog from me. Why?

No reason.

Aah!

Aah!

We won't see him no more.

Watch, watch, watch!

Watch there.

Excuse me.

Move it, kid.

Come on, move it.

Which reminds me of this man

that walked into a bar.

He sits down next to
a very beautiful young lady.

Before you know it,

the conversation turns to sex.

He says to her,

"my darling, do you smoke
after making love?"

She says, "I don't know.
I never looked."

"But I'll tell you one thing,

my smoke alarm never went off."

Good night, folks.
You've been great.

Thank you.

You the kid with the tape?

Yeah.

Good. Come in. I want
to try my new vcr.

How did you know?

I came to see you because
you looked familiar.

I look familiar because
I'm almost famous.

Joey fingers, and you're?

North.

One of my favorite directions.

Mal-o-mar?

No, thanks.

That bad, huh?

What?

No kid ever refuses a mal-o-mar

unless he's wrestling with
heavyweight problems.

North, we miss you so much.

Please forgive us.

We made so many mistakes.

We should've
appreciated you more.

If only you could give
us just one more chance.

We love you, son.

We love you very much.

Beautiful. Works like a charm.

You got some pretty
nice folks there, kid.

Huh?

I said you got some
pretty nice folks there.

Yeah.

I guess so.

What do you mean?

What did they mean by "give
us one more chance?"

I thought they didn't love me.

What are you, nuts?

That's the thing.
They didn't always

pay that much attention to me.

I left them to find folks
who'd appreciate me.

I searched the whole world,
but nobody was good enough...

not even the nelsons,
who I just left,

and they weren't bad folks.

Maybe there's something
wrong with me.

Ah, there's nothing
wrong with you.

I'm sure the nelsons
weren't bad folks.

They just weren't your folks.

You see those people out there?

That audience?

They paid attention to me.
They listened.

They laughed. They screamed.

They applauded.

They loved me,

but do you think that audience

would make me a cup
of tea if I'm ill?

You think they're going
to give me advice

when I fight
with my best friend

or I get in girl trouble?

Who will I turn to?

Give you a hint.
It's not that audience.

My God, what have I done?

I'll tell you what you've done.

You've realized something

it takes most people a whole
lifetime to figure out...

that a bird in the hand

is always greener
than the grass

under the other guy's bushes.

It's a metaphor used
mostly by gardeners

and landscape people
in general.

Hey, kid!

Hey, kid! Where are you going?

Home. I miss my parents.

How? You got a car?

No. I'm 11.

Then we better take mine.

The white zone
if for immediate loading

and unloading
of passengers only.

No parking.

Thanks for everything,
Mr. Fingers.

Make it Joey,
and you're welcome.

Remember, if you can't stand
the heat, leave Miami.

What does that metaphor mean?

What metaphor? You ever
been there in August?

Your balls stick to your
leg like crazy glue.

So north finally found
the parents

he'd always been looking for.

Much to his surprise,
they were his own.

So with a smile on his face,

north prepared to board
the final plane home.

Where do you think
you're going?

I'm going home.

Not on this plane.

Why not?

It says here you're dead.

But I'm not.

How can I be sure?

I'm here talking to you.

I know. That scares me.

I don't scare easily.

Imagine how it will affect
the other passengers.

But I'm not dead.

Sorry. I can't take
that chance.

Hey, it's north. He's alive.

What's he doing here?

This plane's headed
to his hometown.

He's trying to
reach his parents.

It'll ruin everything.
Let's get him!

Hey!

He's going up that way!

Stop him! Stop him!

Get that traitor!

Hey, kid, hop in.

What are you, some kind
of guardian angel?

Well, I guess you can say that

'cause we at federal express

feel we are guardians...

guardians of your
most important packages

and priority communiques.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just get me home, will you?

Well, if you absolutely
positively have to be home

by tomorrow morning, you've
come to the right truck.

Man, you don't
let up for a second.

I have no idea what you mean.

I have no idea what you mean.

Just tell me what to do.

Get in.

Federal express, huh?

O.K. Thanks.

Oh, Al.

Can I have a word with you?

Oh. Sure, boss.

Remember when you
told me north was dead?

Yeah.

Uh, just curious...
what'd you base that on?

I can only assume that
you think this is blood,

and if I had an I.Q. Below
24, I might think the same,

but the stain in this cap
comes from borscht.

Borscht?

Yes, borscht...

a beef-based soup,
Russian in origin,

most frequently served chilled

with a dollop of sour cream.

I make a good borscht.

And I'd love
to sample it someday,

but the point I'm making here

is that unless north's
head was filled

with this traditional
slavic delicacy,

he's not dead, you idiot!

Oh, no!

Not now, Arthur.

All right. This just calls

for a slight change in plans.

I'll take it from here.

All right.

Sign on the fourth line.

What time is it?

Normally my answer would
be no later than 10:30,

but thanks to that
jackknifed truck,

I'm sorry to say
it's 10 of 12:00.

We'll be happy to refund your...

no, that's o.K.

Mom! Dad!

I'm home!

Mom!

Where are you guys?

Mom? Dad?

Mom?

Mom?

Hello, north. Happy labor day.

I trust your summer
was enjoyable.

Where are my folks?

Oh, they're in a safe place.

Where the hell are my parents?

North! Did you say
the word hell?

The summer's really
broadened you.

Winchell, I've got
exactly 10 minutes

to find my parents.

If you don't tell me
where they are,

I'll show you how broadened I've
become, you little asshole!

Why are you smiling?

I was thinking what a
beautiful heartwarming scene

it's going to be

when you're reunited
with your parents

at your secret spot.

How do you know
about my secret spot?

I'm a journalist, north.

It's my job to know
about these things,

and as much as I'm
enjoying this chat,

shouldn't you be on your way?

After all, you're down
to... Nine minutes.

Where is he?

Winchell said
he'd be here by now.

Don't worry, honey.

He'll be here soon.

Soon may not be good enough.

I've been sent here
by the court

to ensure that your son's
physically in your arms

by 12:00 noon.

How much time is left?

Six minutes.

And that's my own clock
from my own house.

Uh!

Maybe we should go
look for him.

No, no, honey.

What if we leave here
and north shows up?

Relax, honey.

Winchell's a man of his word.

Hey, watch yourself, kid.

He has less than one minute.

You wait here.
I'll look for him.

Bad idea. The ruling stipulates

north's supposed to be
in the arms of both parents.

That's two parents
and four arms.

If one of you leaves...

the math speaks for itself.

Mom! Dad!

North!

Aah!

Hey.

You still here?

Yeah.

I must've fallen asleep.

Come on. I'll give you
a ride home.

And then you were a beach bum.

Then you drove a sleigh.

Then you were a comedian

who said my parents
were the best for me.

I said that? I must
be a pretty smart guy.

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

Just something I've always had,

you know, for good luck.

Maybe good luck for you.

I bet that eagle's whistling
a different tune.

Here we go.

35 maple drive.

Thanks a lot, mister.

Don't mention it, kid.

And remember, be it
ever so humble,

there's no place like home.

With the possible
exception of Vegas

when Sinatra's in town. Bye.

North!

North!

Mom! Dad!

Where were you?

We were worried sick.

I fell asleep in the mall.

We called the hospitals.
We called the police.

Oh, we looked everywhere.

You did?

Of course we did.

We love you so much, north.

If anything ever
happened to you,

I don't know what we'd do.

I love you guys, too.

Come on.

You hungry, honey?

A little bit.

A little bit?

O.K., a lot.

O.K. You run upstairs,
put on your pajamas,

we'll bring something
up for you.