All language subtitles for Northern Exposure s03e23 Cicely.eng

Oh, God! Mister, are you all right?

I don't know.

Don't move. I-I'm a doctor.
Don't worry. I'm a doctor.

- Help me up.
- No, no, no, no.

Are you sure?

Okay.
I think you should sit down.

There used to be an assayer's
office right over there.

Why don't you sit down?
Let me look you over.

- You all right? What, did you hit anything?
- My ankle.

All right. How 'bout if I take you
to my cabin, okay,

and I'll look you over there, all right?

Okay. Here we go. Easy does it.

J- Just put your weight on me.
Watch your step. Easy.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
I should have been looking.

I- I should have been
paying more attention.

All right. I'm just gonna swing
your leg up here, okay?

So I'm gonna- I'm gonna put
a dressing on. Okay. Nice and easy.

All right. There you go. Just keep
the knee bent for me. Bend that. Great.

Is there someone I can call
to pick you up, Mr. -

Svenbourg. Ned Svenbourg. No.

No? All right. Easy.
You live nearby?

No.
Where are you staying?

I don't know yet.

What, you're visiting somebody?

I- I used to live here.
Moved away in aught-nine.

- 0-9? 1909?
- I'd just turned 25.

Well, arithmetic's not exactly
my strong suit, Mr. Svenbourg,

but if you were 25 in 1909,
that would make you-

- 108 years old.
- 108?

- That's right.
- Why would you want to come back here?

My life's had a hole in it all these years.
I came back to fill it.

What, Cicely's gonna fill
a hole in your life?

No offense, but Cicely is
a hole in my life-

a deep, dark hole that's devouring
four irreplaceable years of my youth.

I'd think a well-educated young man
would be grateful...

to live in such a stimulating community.

We must be talking
about two different places.

Cicely, Alaska.
"The Paris of the North."

Yeah, we're talking about
two different places.

Bring me a glass of water,
young man.

I'm gonna tell you a story,
give you some perspective.

All right.
Just... let's get your leg up here.

Cicely wasn't always
a cultural mecca.

Oh, no.
In fact, it wasn't always Cicely.

It was a place so foul,
squalid and uncivilized,

it didn't even merit a name.

Back then,
the town and myself...

were going in the same direction-

nowhere.

Folks said my parents
were Danish,

but I was orphaned
while still an infant...

And raised by wolves.

Understandably,
I was lacking in social skills.

As a dysfunctional wolf-child,

I was scorned by Indians
and white folk alike.

Not that anybody else had cause
to hold their head up high.

We had no schools.
We had no churches.

We had no law.

A fellow named Mace Mowbry
called the shots,

and he was as bad as they come.

Give me one for the road.
Oh, no, you don't!

I got a few minutes left
on that two bits.

Somethin' bothering you, Abe?

I guess not.

So tell me, honey.

Are you gonna miss your old Mace
while I'm gone?

Huh?

Well, don't you worry
your pretty little head about that.

I'll be back.
Let's ride, Kit.

You bluffed me.

I don't like it
when people bluff me.

Makes me question
my perception of reality.

Mace and his man Kit
had our town intimidated, all right.

No one had the courage,
the moral fortitude...

to stand up to them.

Hey! Who let this scrofulous, flea-bitten
excuse for a human being in here, huh?

Whoo! Boy! What's that smell?
This pooch needs a bath.

Let's go.

And I was no different.

My low self-image,
like everyone else's,

kept me in a state
of passive resignation.

One person,
a missionary woman from Saint Louis,

was trying to impact positively
on the town,

but so far she hadn't made
as much as a dent in all that despair.

Oh. Bible study.
Everyone's invited.

- Give it a try.
- What do you say, Kit?

You wanna give it a try? Now,
you oughta study this, ladies.

Crime and Punishment?

It's about a man who doesn't need the
Bible. He creates his own morality.

Come on, Kit. Let's ride.

By creating his own morality,
Raskolnikov deified himself.

Exactly. A man of will.
Nietzsche's �bermensch.

That was his fatal flaw.

Kit, come on.
You think too much. Let's go.

Ladies.

I shall return.

Maybe I missed something.

What's that?

Well, I don't get
the "Paris of the North" thing.

I'm getting to that.

Well, I'm sure it's an interesting story
- You don't believe me, do you?

Look
- Let me tell you something, young man.

One person can have
a profound effect on another.

And two people-
well, two people can work miracles.

They can change a whole town.
They can change the world.

It was only a few days after Mace
and his boys lit out for the Yukon...

that I saw what I thought
was an apparition.

A phantom carriage
pulled by an invisible horse...

was coming toward me.

It was, I later learned,
an automobile,

the first that had ever been seen
in these parts.

And out of this remarkable vehicle...

stepped an equally remarkable woman,

Roslyn.

I knew from the moment
she lifted her goggles...

and I saw the look of resolve
in her eyes...

that here was a woman
who was twice the man I'd ever be.

It was then I first set eyes
on Roslyn's companion,

Cicely.

And it was like the unveiling
of Botticelli's Venus.

I had never before, nor have I since,

seen anyone or anything
as beautiful.

Be careful. You're going
to get your skirt all muddy.

I'll wash it.

Okay, Cicely, if you don't
like it here, you just tell me.

We'll get back in this automobile,
I'll take us back to Montana.

Stop worrying, Roslyn.

It's perfect.

A handout is not what
you need, young man.

There is nothing sadder in this world
than the waste of human potential.

The purpose of evolution
was to raise us up out of the mud,

not to leave us groveling in it.

Stand up.

Come on.

From now on, you walk like a
human being, not like a dog.

Everybody sing.

- Two teas, Earl Grey.
- Uh-huh.

And a milk for the young man.

Why don't you sing
something good?

Somethin' fun.

And they were doing the-

Knock, knock, knock...

right before my eyes!

- I prefer the lady's song.
- You must be new in town, honey.

I despise the tyranny
of the strong over the weak.

I think people who abuse power
are nothing more than cowards.

Why don't you sit down
before you get hurt?

Continue.

I think you all know the words.

I knew, then and there,
things were gonna be different.

What would bring the two of them
all the way out here?

It's been said Roslyn and Cicely
came to town...

to escape polite Billings society,

but it was much more than that,
much more.

They had a grand purpose
in life,

a vision.

- Can I have another glass of water, please?
- I'll get it.

See, Cicely and Roslyn...

dreamed of creating a utopian society,

a colony of freethinkers, of artists.

The first thing they needed
was a place to gather communally,

a performance space,

what they call in Parisian society
"a salon."

Now, Roslyn had firm ideas
about the place.

It had to be clean,
and it had to be aesthetically pleasing.

It was the first honest day's work
I had ever known,

and it felt good.

I wasn't the only one taken
under Roslyn and Cicely's wing.

Sally, too, had found a home
and even a little self-respect.

Miss Sally? Miss Roslyn?

I wouldn't have recognized
the place.

That's our fondest desire.

Mace Mowbry isn't gonna like it.

Oh, whoever this Mr. Mowbry is, I'm sure
he won't object to our civic enhancement.

Yes, ma'am.

Mornin', Sally.

Abe.

I brought you these animal hides...
for the chairs.

They'll look good. You don't
have to worry about spills.

Beer, blood, whatever.
It comes right up.

- They're real pretty.
- I, uh- I sewed up all the bullet holes.

- That was real thoughtful of you.
- Well.

See you.

Abe?

Yes, ma'am?

Mary's going to have
a church social Saturday night.

I was thinking-
What?

- You might want to know.
- Much obliged.

Sally really wanted to tell Abe
something else.

Sally wanted to say she loved him,

but she just couldn't.

Sad fact was, Sally didn't feel
good enough for Abe.

I don't get it.
Why didn't she feel good enough?

Well, you see, Sally had had
intimate relations with a lot of men.

- Times were different then.
- Oh.

By working day and night,

we managed to open the salon
May the first.

See, May Day had always been
an important holiday...

in matriarchal pagan societies,

and Cicely and Roslyn wanted
to keep that tradition alive.

The gala premiere was to be...

an interpretive dance
performance by Cicely...

honoring the Earth goddess, Gaia.

I was afraid the rowdies in town...

would never let it happen.

I was afraid they'd destroy
what they didn't understand.

And it seemed my worst fears
were about to be realized.

That's enough!

But Cicely persevered.

Like a candle in the night,

like a beacon in a storm,

she wasn't swayed
by the darkness around her.

The purity of Cicely's heart,
the power of her beauty...

cast a light on everyone
in that room.

And a strange thing
began to happen.

It was amazing.

Those wild cowboys,
trappers and miners,

they became transfixed.

Yes, Cicely truly had powers...

to soothe the savage beast.

Those humbled roughnecks
weren't the only ones...

who lost their heart
to that fair flower.

Cupid's arrow had pierced the breast
of this young man as well.

Keeping my feelings to myself...

became increasingly difficult...

as I spent many hours alone
with Cicely.

"Pi- Pigeons...

on the... grace. "

Grass. On the grass.

"Pigeons on the grass, alas. "

You see, she'd generously
taken it upon herself...

to provide me with an education.

"Short, lo- longer, longer,

shorter yellow grass. "

Good.

"P-Pigeons, large pigeons...

"on the shorter, longer
yellow grass, alas.

Pigeons on the grass. "

Ned, that was beautiful.

I'm so proud of you.

I looked up into her beaming face,

and I knew the moment had arrived.

M- Miss Cicely.

- The thing-The thing is, Miss Cicely.
- Yes, Ned?

The thing is, I love you.

I see.

I- I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I- I know I'm not good enough for you.
You're a very cultured lady, and I-

I'm just an ignorant primitive.

No. Ned, don't ever say
such things about yourself.

You're a fine young man
with a noble spirit.

It isn't you, Ned.
That isn't it.

My heart belongs to Roslyn,

and it always will.

It's difficult to explain, but...

I feel as if she and I have known
each other through many incarnations...

throughout the ages.

Our souls are one, and I-

I can't imagine life
apart from her.

Despite my feelings,
I couldn't blame Cicely.

Roslyn was an extraordinary woman,

a person with immense
wisdom and strength.

People came to her for advice,
for help.

What can I do for you, Mary?

Well- D-Do you think there's
something wrong with me?

- With you?
- Yes.

I mean, I-

I just don't seem to be able
to attract a man.

And it's not like I don't try.

I mean, I-I let men know
how much I disapprove...

of liquor, tobacco, playing cards.

I make it very clear that I'm
striving to be a virtuous woman,

and I'm expecting
nothing less from them.

You would think they
would appreciate that.

I just don't know what men want.

Mary, if it's any consolation,
you're not alone.

Women have been asking that
same question since Eve and Adam.

Really?

See, men are confused.
They're conflicted.

They want a woman
who's their intellectual equal,

but they're afraid of women like that.

They want a woman they can dominate,
but then they hate her for being weak.

It's an ambivalence that goes back
to a man's relationship with his mother-

source of his life,
center of his universe,

object of both his fear and his love.

Oh. I've never thought
of it like that.

You see, the question is,
do you really want a man?

For a man to love a woman, this comes
naturally because of his love for his mother.

But for a woman to love a man,

she has to transfer her natural affinity
for the female to the male.

It's a very difficult process,

and in my experience,
it usually fails.

Fortunately, there are alternatives.

Just remember one thing:

You don't ever need
to make yourself in a man's image.

People are like shoes.

Everybody's got a mate somewhere.

So did she? Did Mary find someone?

Hold your horses.
I'm getting there.

Okay, I got peanut butter and jelly,
tuna fish and one cream cheese.

Sorry. I used up all your mayo.

Oh, wh-what kind of jelly
is this?

Mint. That's all
Dr. Fleischman had.

Well, seasons passed.

Winter came.

Six months of unbearable,
unmerciful cold.

Roslyn, with her hearty constitution,
bore up well,

but she secretly feared
that the frigid climate...

had taken its toll on Cicely.

At last, spring arrived again.

Beautiful spring.

And along with the alder down,

love was in the air.

A new spirit had taken us.
Hope had replaced despair.

The town basked in the glow
of boundless optimism.

People all over the world
had heard about the change,

and new arrivals came every day.

The place had taken on
a decidedly feminine air.

Word was out
to the world's literati,

and it was that September
that Franz Kafka came to town.

Kafka?
Franz Kafka, the writer?

Spent the happiest months
of his life in this town.

The Franz Kafka. Not a Franz Kafka.
Franz Kafka, the writer, was here.

He and Roslyn had met over Linzer torte
in a Viennese coffee shop...

and become fast friends.

Franz had been experiencing
chronic writer's block.

As a devotee of horse opera novels,

he hoped the Alaskan frontier
might inspire him.

I envision a story about a man...

who awakens to discover
he has undergone a-

a profound physical change.

A metamorphosis.
Ja. Ja.

A Metamorphose.

But into what?

- Um... an animal.
- Ja, but which animal?

- Eh. A sparrow?
- No.

- No. Goldfish?
- No.

Mouse?

Stupid idea. It is hopeless.

Excuse me.
L- I don't think it's a stupid idea.

Franz, this is Mary O'Keefe.

It is my pleasure.

Change isn't stupid.

Lot's wife was changed into a
pillar of salt for disobedience.

And men and women, when they lose sight
of God, they're no better than animals,

than, uh, insects.

Insects?

- I think it would make a very good story.
- Please, join us.

Insects.

I'm sure you've heard it said
that before you can love another,

you must first be able to love yourself.

For Sally, those words bore
a particular relevance.

Sally?

You're busy.
Maybe I-I better come back.

Uh, that's all right.
I like to talk when I mash berries.

Roslyn says wine and good
conversation go together.

- These are for you.
- For me?

Nobody's ever
given me flowers before.

Sally, you should have flowers
every day.

You deserve flowers
every day.

- What?
- I don't, Abe.

I deserve weeds
and little thorn bushes...

and little prickly burrs
that get under your skin.

Don't say things like that.

I'm a fallen woman.

A strumpet. A Jezebel.

Sally!
A harlot, a floozy! A tart.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with that.

Nothing wrong?
Of course not.

If you've got a terrible toothache,
one that's driving you out of your mind,

you need a dentist.

And you don't want one
that's just hung up his shingle.

No, ma'am.

You want a fellow who's-
well, a fellow who's got experience,

a fellow who's-who's pulled
hundreds of teeth, don't you?

- Well, yes.
- It's the same with me.

Why would I want a gal
who's just hung up her shingle?

Do you really mean that?

I've got a terrible heartache, and
you're the only one who can fix it.

Oh, Abe!

- What about Mace?
- You let me worry about Mace.

As for me, well,

I found an outlet for all those emotions
that continued to stir in my soul.

This evening's poetry reading
will include the works...

of William Butler Yeats,

Rainer Maria Rilke...

and, as a special treat,

one of our own local poets,
Ned Svenbourg.

Mr. Svenbourg
has graciously agreed...

to read to us his latest work.

Ned?

Um, I-I call this one
"Between Antigone. "

"Blue jays on a log, agog.

"Blue jays on a log, agog.

"Brown long log, bluejays.

"Blue bluejays
on the brown long log.

"Agog, blue jays on the log.

"Blue jays blue,
blue jays off the log.

"Bluejays off the long brown log.

Off, off the long brown log. "

That moment, I felt something I had
never experienced before-

pride.

It wasn't because I had suddenly become
the toast of our caf� society.

No, it was seeing the look
on Cicely's face.

I was her creation,

and that she was pleased
filled me with happiness.

Kafka and Mary, Abe and Sally,

me and the muse of poetry.

Life seemed full of promise.

But we were deceived.

Stars, you know, burn their brightest
just before they disappear forever.

- Cicely?
- I'm fine.

Thank you.

I made you some camomile,
Cicely, with honey.

Thank you, Sally.

Excuse me, but I-I think
I'll sleep now.

Thank you so much
for coming, Sally.

There you go.

Cicely.

I've been reading about
this little town in California.

It's warm all year round.

And the air is clean.

And the sky is always blue.

They say it's so beautiful the
Spanish call it "The City of Angels."

Roslyn.

We're not moving.

I just thought maybe for the
winter, you know, until you get well.

This is our home.

I'm going to be all right.

Really.

Cicely's illness was bad enough,

but on top of that,
there was the nagging thought...

that the move here had caused it,

that Roslyn's dream
of an artists' utopia was responsible.

Well, that was just more
than she could bear.

M- Ma'am, would you like me
to grind French or Viennese...

for the tableau vivant tonight?

Whatever, Ned.

Roslyn, I have been
writing again.

I have been inspired.
Headaches have gone away.

If you're not so busy, I would
like to read you some passages.

- Ja.
- Go on.

Uh, of course it still needs
much work, but-

If you were in a burning house,

And there was a cat and a Rembrandt,

what would you save?

The cat.

You would save the cat
because the cat...

is alive.

But art is dead.

It's just paint on a canvas.
It's just ink on a page.

Roslyn.

To live for art,
it's just to deny life.

- It- It's just to destroy life.
- She's right.

No. No, Franz.
Without art, the cat does not live.

Without art,
we cannot speak of the cat,

we cannot know the cat,
we cannot see the cat.

Without art, there is no cat.

Ah. Ah, the pounding.

The pounding.

Come on. I'll take you home.
Come on.

What happened here?

You?

Flowers?

What is this,
some kind of parallel universe?

What the hell's going on here?

- I have to lie down.
- Well, hold on now, little buddy.

- Where's Sally?
- Here.

Mace is over in Long Bone,
sent me to come get ya.

Come on.

- I'm not going.
- What?

I'm not going. Am I, Abe?

- That's right.
- Oh, is that right, Abe?

I'm gonna recite the three parts
of the Hegelian dialectic,

and then you are comin' with me,
one way or another.

Thesis.

Roslyn!

Antithesis.

- Please, Roslyn.
- The cat!

Synthesis.

I believe you heard the lady.

You ladies are making a big mistake.
I'm gonna tell you that right now.

Tell Mace that Sally is no
longer desirous of his affections.

You ever heard of hubris, Abe?
Wanton insolence?

Brings down the wrath of gods.

If the wheels of fate
spin the way I think they're gonna,

you folks are all gonna be gettin'
a visit from Mace real soon.

Ladies.

O- Order. Order.
Come to order, please.

Long Bone is only a day's ride.
Mace and his men will be here tomorrow.

- They'll murder us all and sack the town.
- Oh, nonsense.

What we need to do is see a list of his
demands, so we know what we can compromise.

Let's nominate candidates
for a negotiating committee.

- All in favor?
- You can't negotiate with Mace Mowbry.

Abe's right.

We'll apologize. We'll throw ourselves
on the ground and beg for forgiveness.

No!

I have an idea!

Um, in the Bible,
Jael invited Sisera to her tent...

and then nailed his head
to the ground with a tent spike.

Well, why don't we do
something like that?

No!

I'm not gonna let
any of you risk your lives.

Sally.

It's me Mace wants. I'll go to him.
I'll give myself up.

I'd rather die than let that happen.

Once again, it is hopeless.

- Roslyn, what do you say?
- What can we do?

- Run away.
- What? What did you say?

Cicely and I-

we never should have come here.

It was a mistake, a stupid dream.

Save yourselves while you can.

Just get out of here. Run away.

No.

It was not a stupid dream.

Cicely, you should be in bed.

Look at what we've done,

what we've created.

A community where all are equal,
all are valued.

In this tiny corner of Alaska,

the human spirit has triumphed.

We hold in our hands
the most precious gift of all-

freedom,

the freedom to express our art,

our love,

the freedom to be
who we want to be.

We are not going to
give that freedom away!

And no one shall take it from us.

- Yeah? Yeah?
- Then what?

The next day, Mace, Kit and
his men rode back into town,

which at first glance
appeared deserted.

Naturally suspicious, he sent one of
his thugs around the side to reconnoiter.

Mace didn't realize, though, that Roslyn
had already outmaneuvered him.

Using the strategy that worked so well
for Hannibal at the Battle of Cannae,

she'd completely encircled
his forces.

Although the townspeople
were not trained marksmen,

they enjoyed both
the element of surprise...

and numerical superiority.

Mr. Mowbry.

- Who are you?
- My name is Roslyn.

I've been elected to speak to you
on the town's behalf.

Well, you tell those women
to drop their weapons,

or I'm gonna blow you
to pieces.

Mr. Mowbry, it's acceptable
to have feelings of anger,

but it's unacceptable
to act on those feelings.

- What?
- Children lash out when they're angry.

We're adults.
We can talk.

Well, I want that woman,

and I want this town,

and I want them now!

Mr. Mowbry, we understand that
you have this need to hurt people.

Do you wanna stick
to the subject there, lady?

Somebody must have treated you
very badly when you were a child.

What in the hell are you hens
squawking about?

Think what the ladies are saying,
Mace, is...

your sociopathic behavior could be
the result of your environment.

The old nature versus nurture
conundrum.

Don't you start too.

It lies at the heart
of the matter, Mr. Mowbry.

Now, question is, ladies,
are we precluding free will?

About that time, I began to lose
the thread of the conversation.

I became temporarily lost
in my own thoughts.

The next thing I remember-

Whatever forces have shaped you,
Mr. Mowbry,

you have the power
to change who you are.

No!

Cicely!

What happened?

Did he kill her?

- Did she die?
- Did she?

You know,

I always associate the scent
of crowberries with that moment.

They covered the hillsides.

I could smell 'em in the air.

Roslyn.

Cicely, don't leave me.

Roslyn. Oh.

Oh. No!

No!

Cicely's death had a profound effect
on everyone.

No one could look at that fair angel
and remain unmoved.

A town was born that day,

and without anybody saying it,

we all knew
it would be called Cicely.

Not that any of that mattered to me.

All I knew was I'd lost
the only woman I would ever love.

"Rejoice, oh, young man, in thy youth. "

As for the others, well, Kit,
who always was of the metaphysical bent,

gave up banditry,
became a preacher man.

Mace looked inside himself
and discovered he had a heart after all.

Abe and Sally, who had a
natural gift for hospitality,

took over the running of the salon.

"And put away evil from thy flesh,

for childhood and youth are vanity. "

Mary and Kafka never did tie the knot,

but they stayed together.

She went back to Prague with him,
and it's my understanding...

The Castle was her idea.

Roslyn continued to mourn Cicely.

She disappeared into herself
until she was nothing more than a shadow.

One day, she vanished altogether.

Rumor has it
that Roslyn went to Europe...

and finally died in Spain,
fighting the fascists...

as a member of the Lincoln Brigade.

As for me,

I never came back till now.

Why now?

Well, you see, today
is Cicely's birthday.

She would have been
a hundred years old.

God.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to go pay my respects.

Let me give you a hand.

I'll be fine.

If you want, I can wait
and drop you off somewhere.

- No, that won't be necessary.
- You sure? I don't mind.

Nope. I appreciate the offer,
but I'd like to be by myself right now.

Okay.

Hey, uh, Mr. Svenbourg?

I had no idea.

I mean, about the town.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We're closed, Dr. Fleischman.

Hey, Dave, I-I just want to sit
down for a while, if that's okay.

Sure. Just let yourself out
when you're ready.

Thanks.

In this tiny corner of Alaska,

the human spirit has triumphed.

We hold in our hands
the most precious gift of all-

freedom.

Let me tell you something, young man.

One person can have
a profound effect on another.

And two people- Well,
two people can work miracles.

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