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(Children playing, laughing)

Emily:
A midsummer night's dream,

just a play,

maybe that's all it was.

That strange and terrible time

when I first saw
the wishing moon.

I know Perry didn't see it

because he just kept on
blabbing away.

But I think Jimmy did.

As for me, I got a shiver
thrill right down to my bones.

Thirteen, twelve, eleven,

ten, nine, eight,
seven, six

five, four,
three, two, one!

Perry:
He know my aunt thom says that
if you cross your eyes

they get stuck that way
permanent.

Same with picking your nose.

You know there's a fella out
in stovepipetown

got his finger stuck up
his nose so tight

they had to saw off
the entire finger.

It was a bloody mess.

Oh, leave her be.

She saw
the wishing moon.

Oh Jimmy! You saw it too.
I knew you did!

Perry:
What'd she see?
I didn't see nothing.

Emily:
It only appears to the chosen

few.

Perry:
That's a pile of hogwash.

Emily:
No more hogwash

than a person's finger
getting stuck up his nose.

Count backwards, Jimmy,
quick,

or your wish will turn
into a curse.

No, I don't believe

in wishes.

Perry:
The way I see it,
wishing is sorta like praying,

even if you don't believe ya-

stop the buggy!
Just stop it, Jimmy!!

Mr. Carpenter:
(Singing)

Emily:
Mr. Carpenter!

Oh Jimmy, he's not drunk,
is he?

Mr. Carpenter:
(Speaking incoherently)

Emily:
Mr. Carpenter, no!

Perry:
Jimmy!

(Coughs)

Jimmy:
What are you doing?

Mr. Carpenter:

Hey!

Jimmy:
Give me- gimme that!

(Lands with a grunt)

Emily:
No!

Mr. Carpenter:
(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

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(Kids murmuring)

Mrs. MacDonald:
Emergency meeting of the Blair
water school board

is now in session.

No sense beating
around the bush,

you all know why you're here.

Mrs. Strang:
On a school day to boot.

When our children should be
sitting in these very seats

learning their education.

Violet eldritch:
What you people need
is a teacher

who ain't four sheets
to the wind before sun-up.

Violet, please.

It's none of your business.

Who is that woman
talking to Mr. Stuart?

Velma's sister,
Violet.

Come from halifax to look after
rhoda and the mister.

After the scandal
and all.

I know, velma running off
with the perfume salesman,

and now this.

The town's going to hell
in a hand bag.

Hmm. I tell you,

meeting will come to order.

The first order of business:

What to do about
Mr. Francis carpenter.

Fire him!

Perhaps Mr. Carpenter should
have the opportunity

to defend himself.

What are they doing now?

They're still talking! Shh!

Angus mccrae:
What's he gonna say?
He wasn't drunk?!

I know he was drunk!

We all know he was drunk!

Why would we be paying
a drunkard

to hold a position
of trust?

I say we relieve
Mr. Carpenter

of his duties.

Townsfolk:
Here. Here.

Cousin Isabel:
Right away.

Jimmy:

I know Mr. Carpenter.

Cousin Isabel:

Shh!cousin Isabel:

He's a good man,

he's a good man.

He, um,
he just made one mistake.

Cousin Isabel:
James Murray, that's enough.

No, no. Sit down.
Sit down.

Now, I'm going to make a motion
that we find someone

for this job who takes
his responsibilities seriously.

No, he takes it seriously.

He knows his Shakespeare.

He knows books.

I second the motion.

Jimmy:

No!

Jimmy:
No, you're going too fast.

Cousin Isabel:
Shh!

We gotta go slow here.

Maisie:
Cheer up,

you'll soon be dead.

Cousin Isabel:
... something to be done,
I'll do it!

Jimmy:
But I'm allowed to talk.

Not at this meeting
you're not.

I, I make a motion everybody
is allowed to talk!

Mrs. MacDonald:
On the motion to find a new
teacher:

Raise your hands for aye.

Townsfolk:

Aye!

Jimmy:
No, no, no.

Mrs. MacDonald:
Raise your hands for nay.

Men:

Nay!

Mrs. MacDonald:
The ayes have it.

Jimmy:
Ayes and nays don't matter.

Mr. Carpenter matters.

Just sit.
The motion is passed.

Well, it's a bad motion!

I make a motion
we stop the motion.

Would you sit down
you stupid ignorant.

(Rapping)

You're the one... s-stupid!

Emily:
Jimmy! Wait!

No, no, Emily.
Let him go.

There's no use
talking to him

when he gets like that.

What's wrong
with everyone.

They're like mad dogs
fighting over a carcass.

Picking on cousin Jimmy

just for sticking up
for Mr. Carpenter,

the best teacher
we ever had.

What if they bring back
brown cow brownell?

Teddy:
That won't happen.
She's married.

Married ladies can't teach.

Ilse:
She couldn't teach even
when she wasn't married.

Teddy:
I'm gonna miss old carpenter.

He wasn't half bad as brownell.

Stop it.
All of you.

You're talking
as if he's gone for good.

Ilse:
Emily!

Emily:
Mr. Carpenter!

Mr. Carpenter, wait!

Please, wait.

You have to tell them
you made a mistake.

Sir.

Tell them
you regret it.

You have to beg them.

It's too late.

You have to stick up
for yourself.

No.

We need you.

It's because of you
I'm still a writer.

You wouldn't
let me quit.

And now you're
giving up?

Emily starr.
I am a drunkard.

At times I am
a stinking drunk.

And when I'm not stinking
drunk,

I'm a miserable
coward of a drunkard.

No! I won't listen
to this!

You're not
like that at all!

You're gentle and kind
and intelligent.

Fooled you,
didn't I?

A drunkard can be oh,
so inspiring.

Eloquent.
Even brilliant.

But the brilliance
isn't in my brain.

It's in the bottle.
Pickled in poison.

What's left
of my brain.

No! Your brain
isn't pickled!

Next to my father,

you're the most brilliant
person I know.

Look into my eyes.

Do you see
any brilliance there?

Well, right now,

you do look a little bit,
bleary eyed.

The word is drunk,
my dear.

Inebriated,

tipsy,
intoxicated,

polluted, sozzled.

You see before you

a veritable dictionary
of drunkenness.

Emily,
you are a writer.

It has nothing
to do with me.

It's in your blood.

Just as this poison
is in mine,

so go write.

Cousin Isabel:
(Humming)

Cousin Isabel:
My, my, my, what long faces!

You'd think queen Victoria
had been hung at the gallows.

Hah! There we are.

Come on then, eat up.

Emily:
It's used food!

Cousin Isabel:
Leftovers, dear.

Emily:
It's last Sunday's ham
and it smells like pig slops.

Cousin Isabel:
Waste not, want not,
Emily starr.

It's not just the ham,
cousin Isabel.

It's the way you treated
cousin Jimmy this morning.

And then voting to fire
Mr. Carpenter

without even giving any-

cousin Isabel:
Without even what!?

Ach! My own flesh and blood!

Yes, you, James Murray!

Don't give me that
hang-dogged look.

Ranting and raving
like a lunatic!

Defying me in front of the-
ouch!

...entire community.

Jimmy:

I just spoke my mind.

Cousin Isabel:
You call that muddle-headed
ignorant thing a mind?

Don't call me ignorant!

Cousin Isabel:
You're entitled to your warped
opinions.

Here we go.

But the firing of Mr. Carpenter

was a matter of right
and wrong.

You, James Murray,
would not know right from wrong

if it jumped off that plate
and bit you in the nose.

I know it's wrong
to fire a good teacher.

If aunt Laura were here,
she'd vote with Jimmy.

So would uncle Malcolm.

So would any
fair-minded person.

Cousin Isabel:
Would they now?

Well Laura,

Mrs. Fancy lady
with a ring on her finger

is not here, is she?

She's living off the fat of
the land at the treasure house.

No,

and neither is my father here.

No, he's traipsing around
Scotland,

probably with the jezebel,

free as a bird,

leaving the entire burden
of this farm to me.

No, when I vote,

it is a vote for Murrays
present or absent,

and any Murray who doesn't like
it can go jump in the ocean!

Jimmy:
What about me? I'm a Murray.

I have a vote!

Cousin Isabel:
Yes, well, you were outvoted.

Anyway,

it's a moot point.

We've already found
ourselves a new teacher.

Pass the bread please.

Perry:
You got a new teacher?

Cousin Isabel:
Aye, someone far more deserving
of the money

than that drunkard
you're all so devoted to.

And who would that be?

Yours truly.

No!

You can't teach!

Cousin Isabel:
It was voted unanimously
by the board.

Hmm?

Now, I suggest we all enjoy
this meal

because it's the last free one
you're getting in this house.

Perry:
What?

Did you think it was goin' on
forever then?

Me forcing my used food down
your ungrateful throats.

No, those days are passed.

From this day forth,

we're all going
to tighten our belts.

What? You want us
to stop eating?

Cousin Isabel:
Listen.

With me teaching the school

and the rest of my plans
implemented,

we're going to be out of debt
by year's end.

You, James Murray.

I've hired you out
to the macphersons

for the harvest.

Their son's got the consumption

and they could use
an extra hand.

You'll eat your meals
with them.

That 'll be a good savings
off the top.

You can't hire me out.

I, I work at new moon.
You can't-

cousin Isabel:
You've got no say
in the matter.

My father holds the mortgage
on this farm

and I am charged with
the collecting of it.

Now, Perry Miller,

you'll cut back on your hours
at school

and you're going to take over

the whole running of new moon.

Emily:
That's not fair!

But, he can't manage new moon
all by himself!

You'll pay for your meals
out of your wages,

which of course,
as of today,

will be reduced.

Reduced?

Cousin Isabel:
Yes.

Emily starr, as for you,

they need a hired girl
at the general store,

what with Mrs. Stuart flying
the Coop and all.

So after school each day,

you'll go there and work in
exchange for your supper.

Oh, no.
Emily's no hired girl.

She's a Murray!

Please, cousin Isabel,
I beg of you.

A Murray can't work
for a Stuart.

It's a degradation,
a humiliation beyond measure.

I won't do it!

Cousin Isabel:
(Scoffs)

I give the orders
around here, young lady.

Not only am I mistress
of new moon,

but I'm also your teacher
at school

and I can send you away
to an orphanage

any day I please.

You wouldn't.

You wouldn't dare.

Now, I suggest that we all
rejoice

and thank the lord
for this new-found income.

Jimmy:
Mr. Carpenter!

Wh-where are you going?

Oh,
it doesn't matter.

Maybe to my sister's
house in halifax,

if she'll have me again.

You didn't uh,
say goodbye.

Uh... you need money?

I got almost three
dollars here,

Isabel,
doesn't know about.

I-I couldn't
repay you.

Oh, you take it.

(Cicadas buzzing)

Bless you.

Comin' back?

Well, not like this.

Emily's sure
gonna miss you.

So am I.

Oh, Mr. Carpenter,
um...

There's something
I want to ask you.

Um...

Isabel uh,
says that I have, uh,

ignorance.

Well, she's wrong.

You don't have
ignorance.

You read books.

You're a wise man.

(Chuckles)

Jimmy,
'tis folly to be wise.

Jimmy:
Sorrow never comes too late.

Happiness so quickly flies...

Oh, I-I read that poem!

I read it in my book!

Jimmy:
Thought would destroy this
paradise no more.

(Waves crashing in the surf)

Where ignorance is bliss

'tis folly to be wise,

ignorance is bliss.

What's that mean?

Do you think that's right?

Emily:
I don't think so.

Unless it means something else.

Maybe it means
that a person is happier

not knowing
certain things.

But, to not know is,
ignorance.

Aunt Elizabeth
always said,

"what you don't know,
won't hurt you."

Hmm...

It's all
very confusing.

Ignorance is bliss.

'Tis folly to be wise,

wise, wise man.

(Clatters on the porch)

(Bird caws)

Emily:
The wishing moon.

A second sighting.

Thirteen, twelve, eleven,
ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,
four, three,

two, one.

Cousin Isabel:
Emily starr!

How long does it take you
to bring in a bundle of wood?

Coming!

Eve,

it says here,

ignorance is bliss.

Isabel says I have ignorance.

Mr. Carpenter says I don't.

You think I have it?

Ignorance?

I had bliss
when I was with you.

(Grass rustling in the wind)

(Bird caws)

We will no longer be studying

the jibberish of dead
englishman.

Aw, come on.
What about the play?

Cousin Isabel:
That's the problem,

Perry Miller.

There's been too much play
around here.

From now on,

we will learn
only what is practical.

The ledger book,

the foundation of every well
run household.

Now watch this.

Are you watching?

Class: (Unenthusiastic)
Yes, miss Murray.

Right.

Here's your ledger book.

On this side

we have the credits,

and on the other side,
the debits.

The debits, money out.

Now,

if the money coming in

is greater than
the money going out,

all is well.

But if the debits

are greater than the credits,

then we are in dire straits.

Cousin Isabel:
(Raps pointing stick on desk)

Emily starr,

what is it you're
gawking at out there?

Emily:
Uh... me, nothing.

Oh, well that's lovely.

You're staring at nothing.

Oh, well,
not exactly nothing,

I was looking for something,

the wishing moon.

The what?
(Students giggle)

Ilse:
The wishing moon.

If you see it three times,

you get to make a wish.

It's all in that book
on your desk.

Cousin Isabel:
What book?

What is this?

"Celtic legends and fairy lore"

property of Francis carpenter.

Bilge and horse feathers.

Now you all listen to me.

We are livin'
on a god-forsaken island

in the middle of the ocean.

Life is hard,
life is poor,

and full of a bitterness
and pain

and it is my job to help you
face those facts

armed with useful knowledge.

Not with drivel
about a wishing moon.

Do I make myself clear, class?

Class:
Yes, miss Murray.

Cousin Isabel:
Thank you.

Now...

To review.

The ledger book.

On the one side, we write -

all together now everyone.

Class:
Credits.

Cousin Isabel:
And on the other side we write?

Class:
Debits.

Cousin Isabel:
And if the debits outweigh
the credits,

we are in what?

Class:
Dire straits.

♪

Hired girl,

better run to work

or you'll get fired
like Mr. Carpenter.

You! I'll tear off
your slimy ears

and I'll stuff them
up your bum!

Just say the word.

No, ilse.

It'll make
matters worse.

I'm saving up
my energy

to make the absolute
perfect wish.

I've seen the wishing
moon two times already.

Wish?

One more sighting,
ilse, just one,

and I'll get to make
a wish.

Jenny:
Better wish for a brain,

oh, chosen one.

Shut yer gob,
you dirt ball!

You cow puck!

You miserable ball
of nose nuggets.

Ilse, no!

She's right.

I've sunken very low
for a Murray.

I used to think
we were chosen.

Now, we're only chosen
to have bad luck.

(Bristles scraping across
the surface)

Violet eldritch:
When you're done there,

you can start inside, girl.

Then there's these beets
to wash,

and, rhoda's good dress
needs ironing.

Rhoda:
Uh, I can iron my own dress,
aunt Violet.

Violet eldritch:
You will not.

That's what we got
a hired girl for.

(Scrapping)

Cousin Isabel:
Emily, where are you girl?

Emily:
In here, cousin Isabel.

Ach! Come on.

Help me
with these buckets.

They weigh a ton.
Come on.

Perry:
Go on.

We're about finished.

Workin' these two jobs Jimmy,
it's gonna kill us.

(Cows mooing)

Perry:
Isabel's a tough old bird,

but you can't fault her for
wantin' the debt paid.

She says it's for the good
of the household.

Jimmy:
Not to good for Emily.

Perry:
Oh, I know Jimmy. I know.

And it eats me up inside,

but what the heck's
a fella gonna do, right?

Come here, ya little critters.

Geez!

Jimmy:
Come here.

Put some of this
on that.

What?

Kerosene.

Kill those nits good.

Come over here.

(Cow moos)

Here you go.

You ready?

Yeah. Go.

Ahh!

Rub it in.

You know what, Jimmy?

If I was prime minister

I'd see Emily
was fixed up good.

A girl with her mind
scrubbin' floors!

It ain't right.
It ain't right.

If I had money,
I'd pay off all our debts.

Bring Laura home!

I'd send you
to university.

What about you, Jimmy?

For once, what about you?

There's nothin' you want
for yourself?

I just want to find Eve.

That's all I want.

If I had money,

I'd buy myself a train ticket

right now,

get myself a boat ticket.

Heck, Jimmy.

You don't even know where
Eve went after the murder.

(Jimmy drops something)

(Cow moos)

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
brought that up.

Facts is facts though.

Perry?

How much you figure
they pay a sailor?

Yeah?

Oh, Jimmy.

You're too old
to ship out.

What.
I'm not old.

Yeah, well you're
no spring chicken.

You got that bad leg

and you got
that bad eye.

Perry,
(clears his throat)

I gotta find a way
to make me some money.

There are lots of ways
to make money but just-

well, yeah.

How?

It's not that
you're not a nice fella,

well, Jimmy,

and smart, but...

Well, it's just,
there's smart

and then...
There's smart.

And what,
what you are,

you're just not,

you're just
not smart like some.

Like who?

Well, like,

Dr. Burnley.

Well, he's a doctor.

Well, he probably
makes a lot of money.

Makes sick people better,
sometimes.

And that's a good thing.

Yeah, it's a,
it's a good thing.

You gotta know stuff about
stomachs and innards and-

but you gotta,

well sure.

You know,
it's not easy.

Well, loading hay's
not easy.

Nothing comes easy.

Yeah, but people pay more
for cutting up stomachs

than they do
for loading hay,

that's just the way
the world works.

Jimmy, if I was you,

I'd just, I'd just
forget about it.

Get some sleep.

You better
wash that off.

Yeah.
I'm gonna do that.

Get some rest.

We got a big day tomorrow,

and the next day,
and the next.

When's it gonna end?!

Sure.

Emily:
(Sighs)

And the wish one makes
on the wishing moon

must be pure and unselfish,

for no other wish
will be granted,

pure and unselfish.

Is wanting to be a famous
writer selfish?

I guess it is.

So is being beautiful,

which I want almost as much
as being famous.

(Sighs)

Everything I want is selfish.

What else are wishes for?

Jimmy:
I know about innards
and skeletons.

I sliced open a cow's stomach
once to birth a calf

when it couldn't do it
no other way.

Dr. Burnley:
Yes, I know you've delivered
calves,

and you're excellent
at what you do.

But, people aren't cows.

Jimmy:
A lot of people look like cows.

Only the cows are smarter.

Dr. Burnley:
(Chuckles)

Jimmy:
Well, Isabel's got a plan.

But I got
a plan too.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna
follow you around.

See how to be
a doctor.

Dr. Burnley:
Jimmy, you can't become
a doctor from watching.

First you need
a medical degree.

And they won't take you
unless you've graduated

with good marks
from regular school.

Well, I never
went past third grade.

But I read real good.

You read very well.

But medicine takes years
of study

in complicated subjects:

Chemistry,
advanced scientific theories,

and after that you have
to train in a hospital.

And if you want to specialize.

Jimmy:
Specialize?

Dr. Burnley:
Heart, lungs, liver.

Dr. Burnley:
Anything that interests you
the most.

Jimmy:

Yeah.

That takes even longer.

Three more years.

Three years?

To study a little liver?

Oh, I guess
what you're saying is,

I'm too stupid.

You have something
you can't learn in school.

The gift of common sense.

Common sense ain't
gonna pay our debts.

Jimmy,

solving a problem is like
eating an elephant.

You don't eat it
in one gulp.

You take one bite
at a time.

Yeah,
but what about,

I got, everybody's
working two jobs.

I got, uh,

Laura married

to the wrong fella,

Eve,
I can't find Eve.

Dr. Burnley:
There are some things you just
have to accept.

Because the elephants
are too big?

Yes.

You read all
them books there?

Most.
Not all.

I'm gonna
read 'em too.

I'm gonna borrow
them from you.

If that's all right.

Well certainly.

Electricity.

Gee, I don't know nothin'
about electricity.

I'm gonna read everything.

I'm gonna read all these books.

I'm gonna get
all the wisdom in the world.

Dr. Burnley:
Jimmy, nobody can get all
the wisdom in the world.

Well, one bite at a time.

One bite of the elephant.
You said so yourself.

I mean,
maybe I fell down a well,

but that doesn't mean

I can't take a bite
out of the elephant.

True. But there are
limits

to everyone's abilities.

Yes. But I'm gonna
read everything.

I'll be able to fix my head,
fix our debts.

Dr. Burnley:
Jimmy.

It's just
wishful thinking.

Nah.

It's not wishful.

It's real!

And now,
I gotta find Eve.

I gotta find Eve.

Wishful thinking!

That's it
in a nutshell.

I've been on the right track
all along, ilse.

Only I had it
backwards.

I can't just wish.

I have to think
wishfully.

(Bird caws)

The third sighting!

Oh moon of moons!

Oh moon of all ages.

I thought wishfully,

and here's a wish
that isn't selfish.

It isn't for me.

It's for somebody else,

someone far more kinder
and nobler than I am.

Oh wishing moon,

please Grant my cousin,
Jimmy Murray,

the gift of wisdom.

No! No!

No! Come back!

Come back! I didn't finish!

I didn't, I didn't
cross my eyes or my fingers!

Come back!

(Thunder rumbles)

(Wagon wheels rattling)

Whoa! Whoa. Whoa.

(Lightning cracks,
horse whinnies)

(Heavy downpour)

(Jimmy screams)

(Horse whinnies)

(Water sloshing in canister)

(Hooves clopping on grass)

Thank you.

(Knocking at the door)

Ian bowles:
Laura?

Are you ready for dinner?

I'm eating in here tonight.

Ian bowles:
Let me in.

Ian, I'm very tired.

Ian bowles:
For god's sake,
there are people out here.

Open it.

What is it?

My friends are
beginning to wonder

if you exist or whether
I made you up.

That's close
to the truth.

Don't be a child.

Night after night
in your room,

hiding like a recluse.

I'm not hiding.

I, I'm living up
to our agreement.

Don't keep
dredging up that.

I live with you
in name only.

I keep my end
of the bargain,

I expect you
to keep yours.

Very well, my darling.

I wouldn't dream
of disturbing your rest.

I'll have a tray
sent up.

Oh, and by the way.

This came for you
this afternoon.

But I'm sure you're
far too exhausted

to read it.

A letter for me?

Yes.
From Dr. Burnley.

A rather long letter,
I'd say.

The doctoring business
must be slack these days.

You opened a letter
addressed to me?

Give it to me!

Well! We're not so tired
now, are we?

Oh, Jimmy's had
an accident!

You, you knew
and you never-

I, I have to go to him!

No. You're not
going anywhere, Laura.

Look,
whatever happened,

happened a couple
of days ago.

He's probably fine
by now.

I suggest you wait
until-

until what?

Until you allow me
to leave?

Get your hands
off me!

Laura.

You will not run there
every time

this doctor conjures up
some flimsy excuse

to see you.

Allan would
never have written

if it wasn't important.

Oh, you're such
a naive little fool.

Something has happened
to Jimmy!

Either you take me to,
to new moon right now,

or I swear to you
I'll walk there myself.

(Tearful) Jimmy?

I can feel
your heart beating.

You're alive in there,
I know you are!

Don't leave me,
Jimmy.

I love you.

(Crying quietly)

Perry:
I don't know, Dr. Burnley.

I mean, we know he ain't dead,
but he ain't alive either.

Emily's taking it awful bad.

Cousin Isabel:
She won't leave his side,

we're afraid she'll get sick.

Dr. Burnley:
Ilse, when she wakes up,

see if you can take her mind
off this.

Ilse:
I'll try, father.

Father says he was
hit by lightning.

It, it could have
happened to anybody.

But it didn't happen
to just anybody,

it happened to him.

All because
of the wishing moon.

Now a curse has descended

on the house of Murray.

A curse!

Emily, a lightning
bolt hit him,

it had nothing to do
with the wishing moon.

It's too much
of a coincidence,

I make a wish

and he gets struck
by the wrath of god!

(Sighs)

And now he's lying there,

not moving,

not speaking.

(Tearful) Ilse,
what if he dies?

He's not gonna die.

Emily!

Aunt Laura!!

Where is he?

Emily:
In the parlor!

Oh, aunt Laura,
I'm so frightened.

Aunt Laura:

Yes.

Oh, Jimmy!

Ian bowles:
Nice to see you too, ladies.

Aunt Laura:
I'm here now.

Can, can you hear me?

Oh, oh, perhaps a bit of ice
in his mouth.

Cousin Isabel:
Do you think we haven't tried
everything?

Emily's been attempting
to force a wee bit of soup

between his lips,
but he won't take it.

We're afraid
he's going to choke.

Oh, he's,

he's just going to
waste away.

Allan?

There's nothing more
I can do for him here.

But uh, at the hospital
in shrewsbury,

there's something
very new.

Electro-shock therapy.

It's a gamble,

but I'm hoping it might
counter the effects

of lightning
on the brain.

Electro-shock therapy!

It sounds horendous!

Ian bowles:
Subjecting him to experiments?

I hardly think it's wise.

And what of Jimmy?

Would he agree
to such a thing?

Aunt Laura:
Oh, what should we do?
We'll-

we'll do
whatever you say.

Ian bowles:
It isn't up to him.

It's a family decision.

Cousin Isabel:
This electro-shock therapy,

is it safe,
Dr. Burnley?

I want a yes or no
answer.

I can't give you one.

But I do know this:
He'll die if we do nothing.

If someone I loved
were on that couch,

I'd choose hope
over certain death.

Emily:
You mustn't give him
electricity!

It's just like the lightning!

But what if this time
it does worse?!

What if it kills him?!
Please!

You can't.
You can't!

Ian bowles:
Emily, go to your room.

Isabel, take her.
This is no place for hysterics.

Emily:
Let go of me!

Aunt Laura:
Emily, Emily, now calm down.

Dr. Burnley:
Emily. Emily! Now please,
calm down. Calm down.

Emily:
You can't!
I have a horrible feeling.

Aunt Laura:
Emily, no!

Emily:
Please.

Aunt Laura:
Oh Allan, you,
you know what's best.

Please, Jimmy, you have
to get better. You have to.

Please, Jimmy, you have to.
Please.

Dr. Burnley:
No, my dear.

The lighter we travel
the faster we'll get there.

(Jimmy groans)

Not necessarily,
doctor.

Well, if it's gravity you
referring to,

increasing the mass

will increase
the downhill speed.

It's pure physics.
(Laughs)

Perry:
Oh, thundering jeosaphat!

Laura!

What are you doing here?
What a surprise!

You're looking
awfully thin though.

Ian feeding you enough?
(Laughs)

Ian, you really should take
better care of her.

(Laughs)

Oh my!
What a beautiful morning.

Oh! I'm so-

oh! I need a shave.

I hope there's food.

'Cause I could eat
an elephant!

Jimmy:
C j h l x a p m-

Dr. Burnley:
Now try it with the bad eye.

D f c j h l x a p m-

Well! It's...

...not a bad eye anymore.

Uh, sit over here,
Jimmy, please.

Medical science
has no explanations

for miracles,
but i'd,

say this is very real.

Well, perhaps it was
the lightning?

Well, I'm not aware
of any studies

on the beneficial effect
of being struck

by a bolt
from the heavens.

Emily did say
you were taking me

for electro-shock therapy.
(Laughs)

Well, if electricity can have a
beneficial effect on the brain,

Jimmy.

Then perhaps lightning
can have a similar effect.

Reversible universe
is a possibility.

(Blows out candle)

Dr. Burnley:
That's interesting, Jimmy.

But uh, I hardly think that.

Jimmy:
Archibald Murray once said

that because of the latitude
and longitude of this island

that some of the most peculiar
storms in the world

occurred right here.

Now uh,

perhaps this particular
quality to the lightning um....

By the way, lightning
travels up, not down.

Did you know that?
It's a fact.

So, if we could determine
the qualities of lightning here

as opposed to lightning,
say in the arctic...

Emily:
Jimmy! You're writing with your
left hand!

Jimmy:
Um-hmm.

Aunt Laura:
Good heavens.

You were always right handed.

(Scoffs)
That's lunacy.

People don't just
switch hands.

Ambidextrous. I can write
with both hands now.

Put him in a freak show
Isabel,

you'll make
a bloody fortune.

Mr. Bowles,

that hardly seems an
appropriate remark.

I am not a freak.

Aunt Laura:
He, he didn't mean it, Jimmy.

Tell him you didn't
mean that, Ian.

But I did mean it.

The whole damn thing
is freakish.

Left hand, right hand,

talking like a bloody
professor.

Aunt Laura:

Ian!

Cousin Isabel:
James, James, wait.

Aunt Laura:
Jimmy, sit down.

Ian bowles:
Frankly, he's been putting on
a side show for years

and a damned
clever one, too.

Acting like
the village idiot

and letting everyone
else take care of him.

Perry:
Oh jeez.

Jimmy:
I beg your pardon?

You heard me.

Or did your hearing
disappear

when your brain
miraculously healed?

(Exclaims of shock)

Cousin Isabel:
James!

Jimmy:
Now that was my right hand!

I should sue
the stupid idiot.

You provoked him.

What you should do
is go out to that barn

and tell him
that you're sorry.

I should tell him
I'm sorry?

Yes.

Pack your bags,
we're going home.

We can't just leave.

I, I have to make sure
that he's-

he's what? Safe,
protected, coddled?

Good god!

Aren't you sick to death
of hovering over him?

He has nobody but us.

The man is violent.

Whatever else has been
happening around here

has no medical name,

but I'll give it a name

if you're too blind to see
through the charade.

Fraud.

Pure unadulterated
fraud.

Pack your bags.
We're leaving.

Don't be a fool.

Go with him.

Please, Isabel!
I can't go back there.

Do you think I don't have
enough on my plate

without the prospect
of a divorce?

Go with him!

I, I'll have the marriage
annulled,

I've heard of such things.

Isabel, we haven't,

we, we, don't share
the same bed.

Do you think
I give a hoot

about your sleeping
arrangements?

He supports you,
that's what counts!

I'm living a lie.
I don't love him.

Hush now.

I will not give you
a penny to live on

if you leave him.

Now, you do as I say.

Go and be a proper wife
to your husband

before he finds
someone else who will!

(Hooves thumping on the ground)

Emily:
Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Oh, Jimmy!

Aunt Laura and Mr. Bowles,

they left new moon!

She was so upset,

but she said for me to tell you
that she's very proud of you.

So am I!

You don't know how many times

I wanted to punch
that Mr. Bowles - wham!

Right in the nose.

Only I never had
the courage to do it.

Well...

I think that a man
should always uh,

settle his differences
without using his fists.

Whoa! Whoa!

(Horse whickers)

But...

Because of Laura,

I'm off to give him
my apologies.

Apologize!?

To a toad like Ian bowles?

Yeah.

The old Jimmy would never
do a thing like that.

Ah! The old Jimmy!
(Laughs)

Jimmy!

Jimmy you dropped these!

A discourse on the existence
of curative lightning,

by James Murray,

the possibility of an institute
of scientific inquiry

to be established
in Blair water?

This is more than I wished for.

He's a genius!

Emily:
Wait!

I have a very important letter!

It's for the lieutenant
governor.

(Knocking)

Eve?

Eve?

Eve:
I'm here, Jimmy.

(Joyful laughter)

Eve:
Oh, I missed you so much,
Jimmy.

Jimmy:
Ohh, is it really you?

Now that I've found you,

I'll never let you go again.

Eve:
Never as long as we live.

Mmm, never,
never lonely.

Never sad.

Never,
never yearning.

Never wondering.

I know.

Never.

As long as we live,
as long as we live!

(Horses neigh)

Carriage driver:
Whoa, whoa.

Emily:
Come in here, both of you.

I have something
wonderful to show you.

Look!

Jimmy:
What?

The lieutenant governor.

Emily:
It's his seal on the back.

Jimmy:
"After due consideration

of your most fascinating
proposal

to study the curative
effects of lightning

and other
scientific phenomena,

my cabinet has voted
unanimously

to appoint James Murray
of Blair water

as chairman of the first
institute of science

of prince Edward island...
I cor- (laughs)

Eve:
I'm proud of you, Jimmy.

Jimmy:
Oh, and there's a ceremony
in the park,

and you're coming with me,
come on!

No, look at me.

What?

I can't.

Emily:
There's lots of clothes
in the garret.

I'll fix something.
You'll look beautiful!

Should I, Jimmy?

Of course!
Come on.

I'm not going without you.
Come on. Let's go!

(Shutter clicks)

(Jimmy laughs,
applause)

Eve!

Emily:
Jimmy never saw what happened.

He never saw
the fear in her eyes.

All he knew was,
she was there one minute,

and the next,
she was gone.

After that,

a sadness crept into his heart.

A sadness he couldn't hide,

no matter how many accolades
came his way.

Worst of all, I felt
I was the one responsible

for meddling in Jimmy's destiny
in the first place.

The wishing moon
brought him wisdom,

but what good was wisdom
in a world without Eve?