Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you
if you're young at heart
For it's hard, you will find
to be narrow of mind
if you're young
Henry?
At heart
Henry.
You can go to extremes...
What?
Don't you hear
the phone ringing?
With impossible dreams
No.
You can laugh when your dreams
fall apart at the seams
Hello.
Yes, is this Helen Sawyer?
And if you should survive
Are you sure it's him?
I'm very sorry.
He's at the hospital...
out of being ali...
We're here to see
Gabriel Sawyer.
She can take you back.
This way.
He's right here.
Oh, God.
This brain image shows us
a midline tumor,
extending on both sides
into the frontal lobes.
It also reaches backward
to the temporal lobes
and downward
to the forebrain here.
So the tumor is
in this area here?
No, Mr. Sawyer,
that is the tumor.
It appears to be benign,
but it went unchecked
for so long,
we won't be able to tell
what kind of permanent damage
has been done
until after we operate.
How are you doing
this morning?
I'm gonna ask you
some questions,
and I want you to tell me
the answers, okay?
Okey-dokey.
What's your name?
Gabriel.
Okay, good.
What year were you born, Gabriel?
Fine.
And what year is it now?
All right, now, Gabriel, can you count
from 1 to 10 out loud for me?
Oount me out.
I'll start you.
Buckle my shoe.
He seemed to be
fooling around with you.
That's a good sign, isn't it?
That's not really fooling around.
Part of Gabriel's brain
which controls inhibition
has been destroyed,
so he reacts incontinently
to things around him.
It's like it's not even him.
When was the last time
you saw him?
He, uh... he left home...
several years ago.
Nearly 20.
Did drugs cause this?
No, I don't think so.
From the way he looks,
he was on the streets for some time.
Oh, God.
And unfortunately,
though slow-growing,
the tumor also
destroyed structures
of the medial side
of both the temporal lobes,
in particular what is
called the hippocampus,
and these are the areas of the brain
we use to form new memories,
like what I'm telling you now,
new information.
Mr. And Mrs. Sawyer, even if Gabriel
makes a full recovery,
his memory has been damaged.
Gabriel's long-term memory
stops at a certain point,
and even if he regains
some cognitive function,
like perception
of his surroundings,
it's likely that it will be
inconsistent and intermittent.
Henry Sawyer.
Oan it wait till tomorrow?
I'm on my way to the hospital.
Okay, be right there.
How's Gabe?
Oh, you know, hard to tell.
We're moving him
to a permanent-care place.
It's, uh, closer to home.
Thanks for asking.
Henry, I can only imagine
what you're going through.
Actually, I can't even.
I don't know how you could possibly
concentrate on anything.
Oh, it helps me to work,
Mike, to be here.
Yeah. I get that.
But let's be candid, Henry.
At the moment, when you're here,
you're not really here,
and we're dealing
with harsh realities on our end.
You're a fine mechanical
engineer, Henry,
but we're getting into
the still video market.
We need computer coding skills,
ASIOs chip programming,
you need Fortran, things like that.
Are you firing me?
Henry, you've got
a year and half of sick days,
and you've got your full pension.
Do yourself a favor.
Take the time.
Be with your family.
There were bells on the hill
but I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all...
Okay, ready for inspection?
Okay.
- Pencils?
- Oheck.
- Notebook?
- Oheck.
Robin Hood lunchbox?
Roger that.
You know what song this is?
Till There was You.
- Mm-hmm. Year?
- 1950.
Oomposer?
Meredith Wilson.
The first time I heard this song
was June 23, 1950.
It was the opening night
of the Roseland Dance Hall.
Two days before Uncle Gabriel
went to fight in the war.
That's right.
And Uncle Gabriel took Ruth McDonald,
and I had to go with Ruth's sister, Gladys.
The fat one.
Yeah, the big old, super-duper
vat of Velveeta cheese fat one.
Henry.
Yeah, that one.
And this song was the very last song
the orchestra played that night,
just as I first set my eyes on your...
- Mom.
- Mom.
It was the first song.
No. It was the last song.
Last time,
it was the first song.
Gabe, it's time.
I'd like to buy the world a Coke
and keep it company
It's the real thing...
Hey, Gabriel. What's happening?
In perfect harmony...
Gabriel.
It's Bernie from down the hall.
Bernie the Hernie.
It's the real thing
You must be very hungry, Gabriel.
I'm Gabriel. You're hungry.
I am.
Gabe, open your mouth.
Olose your eyes.
Go to sleep.
Gabriel, open your mouth.
Open your mouth.
Stick out your tongue.
Why don't we let Gabriel
try to eat by himself?
I'm going outside.
Oome on, Gabe.
You have to eat.
Would you like a sip of Ooke?
It's the real thing.
Now you can play
like your Uncle Gabe.
He's gettin' it.
Maybe trumpet's
not the right instrument.
He's getting it.
Is this good?
It's fine.
We should get going soon.
You go on ahead.
What do you mean?
I'll go tomorrow.
He doesn't know the difference.
Take your pills.
You're not going to bed
anytime soon, are you?
I'll be right back.
Hey, can you hand me my radio?
Oh, sure.
I bet you like what my son likes.
There we go.
The edge of the night...
There we go, sweetie.
This one?
I gave him his meds at...
Okay, who knows
what song that was?
I don't know what happened,
but I don't see
any significant change
in his functioning this morning.
We'll certainly keep observing.
But I have noticed
a difference in him.
What do you mean?
L... I think Gabriel remembered
part of a television commercial.
We were eating lunch, and I asked him
if he'd like a sip of Ooke,
and he said, "It's the thing"
"It's the real thing. "
Yeah.
What is?
No, it's the commercial.
I think the line is "It's the real thing. "
Yeah. That commercial
was on the TV in the rec room.
Well it's possible to read into
Gabriel's behavior
in any number of ways.
But he remembered
a commercial.
Gabriel was watching TV.
Helen, the fact is
the tumor has destroyed
some of Gabriel's cognitive functions
and the parts of the brain
that operate them.
But he made a connection.
He may make random
or repetitive connections,
but they won't be consistent
or indicate a recovery of memory.
I'm sorry.
Oome on, Helen.
Let's go home.
Thank you, doctor.
This is Cap Carsen throwing you
back to 1968 and the Tulips,
their top 10 hit,
It's about Summer.
All the kids, they want today
All they ever think about's
about summer
Please leave it on.
It's about summer
All the kids, they want today
All they ever think about
is about summer
It's about summer
All the kids, they want today
All their problems to go away
It's about summer
- It's about...
- One second!
You want to spray
something in here?
Hey, Dad.
Gabriel, your mother's
just about ready with dinner.
Far out. I'm starving.
Ah, man, that's great.
I'm so hungry.
Yeah.
Uh, unfortunately, there's not
enough for everyone tonight.
Th-that's okay. We were...
Mr. Sawyer, we were just saying
that we were hungry for our own dinners
that our own Mrs. Sawyers
were gonna cook for us.
It'll just be a second, Dad.
We'll be finished in a sec.
I'll be upstairs.
About summer
It's about summer
All the neighborhood cats and dogs...
Hello.
Yes.
Get along in the summer...
Are you sure there's
not a mistake?
Henry, are we okay?
What?
They just called from the hospital
and said our bill hadn't been paid.
Is everything all right?
Everything's fine.
I'll get around to it.
I'm sleeping.
Helen. How are you?
Fine, and you?
Doing well. How's Gabriel?
He's doing better.
Great.
That's great. And, uh, Henry?
He's fine. You know, he was much
happier when he was working.
We wish he could still be here.
I'm offering you
the next-best thing.
What's that?
Me.
My family needs the extra income.
I could start immediately,
and I'd make a great
assistant or secretary.
Helen, you've never
worked before, have you?
Mike, my husband was an engineer
here for more than 30 years.
He missed two days of work
in all of that time.
His mother died
on one of those days,
and our son was born
on the other.
Yes, I stayed home
to take care of our family,
like your mother
probably did for you,
but I went to college,
and I have a degree.
I could have done anything.
I'm capable of doing something here.
Is this good?
I don't know.
Oheck the date.
You're wearing that to the hospital?
No. Actually,
I'm wearing this to work.
What work?
Mike Tappin gave me a job.
I'll be assisting in the accounting office.
You just took a job?
Without telling me?
Henry, we have a lot of bills,
and I'm perfectly capable of working.
What about Gabriel?
He needs you.
Luckily he has two parents.
He needs them both.
I gotta go.
Please bring Gabriel his sweater.
What, is he going out?
He gets cold sometimes.
He should have it.
Take your pills.
Oh, Mr. Sawyer.
Gabriel, your father's here.
Time for cheer.
What's the matter, Gabriel?
You lose something?
What's wrong with him?
Ah, he's fine.
He's just used to seeing his mother.
But he's happy to see you.
Aren't you, Gabriel?
Gabriel, I'm here
because Mom is working now.
He'll get used to it.
Gabriel, this can help you
remember the date.
And this...
that Dad comes every day at 10 A.M.
Understand?
Excuse me. Where's
the Social Sciences building?
It's just past there to your right.
Thank you.
Are you Dr. Daly?
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I'm here because I read
an article about your work.
Oh, you're the one who read it.
I was hoping to talk to you
about my son.
Thanks.
Do you know who
Vissarion Shebalin was?
Yeah, the Russian composer.
Yes.
Wow. You really know
your classical music, Mr. Sawyer.
Well, you just heard pretty much
everything I know about him.
Oh. Well, I only know him
because he suffered
two strokes in the fifties
that left him unable to speak
or understand the meaning of words,
but he was still able to teach
and compose music.
It's already well documented
that music elicits measurable
responses in the brain's activities,
so the Marseillaise may well
have had some effect on your son,
and if that's so, we may be able
to use music as a tool to...
to help him function better,
to reawaken parts of his memory
that may have been damaged.
Now, I don't want
to offer false hope.
It's better than what we have now.
Hi.
I'm Dianne Daly.
What's your name?
- Gabriel.
- Gabriel.
That's a...
that's a nice name.
I'm a nice guy.
I bet you are.
It's good to meet you.
Gabriel, I'm... I'm here
because I'm a...
I'm a music therapist.
Why don't you come sit down?
Do you like music?
I'm the music man.
Good. Good.
All right, let's...
let's play something.
Gabriel...
What's wrong?
He's slipping away.
Let's try that again.
Okay. Okay.
It's all right.
The music definitely had some effect.
Yeah.
I was hoping for something
a little more like my son.
Humans are incredibly
complex beings.
This is not an exact science.
We're really making science.
I'm not convinced yet
that he's even aware of his state.
Let's be patient.
Gabriel, I'm Dianne Daly.
I'm a music therapist,
and your father and I are
gonna play you some music.
Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you
if you're young at heart
What song is this, Gabriel?
Bing Orosby,
Young at Heart, 1954.
Do you remember when
I first heard this song?
You can go to extremes
with impossible dreams
You can laugh when your dreams
fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting
with each passing day...
Oh, never against the grooves, partner.
Always with the grooves.
Good.
Thank you.
Does Uncle Gabe hear this in heaven?
I hope so.
Is that why we're playing it?
Well, it is Uncle Gabe's birthday,
so that's part of the reason.
What's the other part?
Well, this was Uncle Gabe's favorite song,
so when we play it,
we remember him...
like he was here with us
playing his trumpet
right along with Oount Basie.
Does Oount Basie bite people?
Why would he bite people?
Like Oount Dracula.
No. No, not all counts are vampires.
A count is like royalty,
someone important, you know?
Oount Basie is a count
because he's an important musician.
Like Duke Ellington is
the duke of the bandleaders,
Oount Basie is the count
of the piano.
All right, we're in the middle
of a midnight snack
with the Beatles here on WDED,
'cause, you know,
"All You Need is Love. "
Holy shit.
Gabriel, is this the song?
Love, love, love...
I love the Beatles.
Magical Mystery Tour!
All You Need is Love.
And Sgt. Pepper's, too.
That's an amazing album.
Oh, A Day in the Life,
that orchestral explosion at the end.
Aw, what a trip, man.
Nothing you can sing
that can't be sung...
I love them.
The Stones, too.
You know, a-and Oream.
I actually...
I saw them play once.
Jack Bruce,
Ginger Baker...
I mean, amazing drummer.
Eric Olapton on guitar.
It doesn't come much better than that.
Ah, and, you know,
no one spaces me out like the Dead.
There's no one like them.
Pigpen.
I love him.
Gabriel...
Do you know why you're here at Woodhaven?
Because I'm not that intelligent.
I think you're very intelligent.
Oan you tell me, where you were born?
White Plains, New York.
Good.
Good. And what year were you born?
Good. So...
So how old are you now?
You know, I don't think about
how old I am or what year it is.
Yeah?
Well, that's kind of an important question.
That's the thing.
Oan you tell me who the president is?
Lyndon...
the one who was shot.
Ronald...
McDonald.
What? Wrong clown?
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's try something else.
Must have it.
Will this work?
Uncle John's Band?
It's a good song.
Ah, God. No one spaces me out
like the Dead does.
What a group.
You know, I... I almost saw them once.
Oh? What happened?
Oh...
We didn't make it.
Want to tell me about it?
Well, my dad didn't want us to go.
He wanted me to go to college night.
Sorry.
Dinner is at 7:00.
Yeah, every night
since the birth of Ohrist.
Let's just enjoy our dinner.
I said I was sorry. I'm sorry.
It's far out, Mom.
Thanks.
Something wrong with the meat?
Well, I mean, aside from the fact
that it was once
an innocent, breathing,
minding-his-own-business creature
of Mother Nature
herded into
a cramped slaughterhouse,
decapitated, eviscerated, packed
and shipped off to the A&P
so we could adorn our stroganoff,
no, there's nothing wrong
with the meat.
Lord, I can't wait
until you put that mind
to something useful in college.
Do you remember college?
It's the place that's gonna educate my boy
and pack him up and ship him back
so he can adorn his life
with a wife and family, a decentjob.
Yeah, I know what college is, Dad.
I'm just not sure it's my bag.
What is your bag, Gabriel?
I want to go to the Village
and play music.
Son, if you don't go to college,
the only village you'll see
will have thatched roofs
and no plumbing,
so you have until Wednesday
at college night
to make it your bag.
I can't go.
The Dead is playing
at Stonybrook that night.
This is not a negotiation.
You will not miss college night,
especially to see some band
called the Dead.
It's the Grateful Dead, Dad.
It's the Grateful Dead.
Oh. Well, then they'll be grateful
you're choosing a college
instead of wasting your time
at their drug convention.
The music department
offers courses which range
from music theory and history
to performance classes.
There's an emphasis on developing
each student's performance
and listening skills.
Gabriel?
Do you have any questions?
Uh, yeah.
Um, where's the Princeton booth?
The other side, next to Brown.
Groovy.
Dad, I'm gonna go explore.
Sugar magnolia...
Oome on! Get in!
Gabe, move! Move it!
Well, caught up in sunshine
Come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine
Come on, honey,
and come along with me
We'll get tickets next time, man.
Don't worry about my brother.
He can handle anything.
I'm cool, man.
Nam don't worry me.
All right?
Oh, shit.
We didn't even get in to the concert.
You won't see her again,
not till you straighten yourself out.
There's somethin'happenin'here
What it is ain't exactly clear
- There's a man...
- Turn that down.
With a gun over there
Need to get to bed.
Tellin'me...
I'm not tired.
You look tired.
Your mother said, uh,
your band has a gig on Saturday.
Yeah.
I thought we might come.
To take his children home...
Gabriel!
Lunch before love.
You think she's a fox, huh?
What?
The cafeteria girl, you like her?
Oan I help you?
Hi. I'm Gabriel.
Hi, Gabriel. I'm Oelia.
Oh, Oelia, you're breakin' my heart...
You're shakin' my confidence daily.
That's Oe-cilia.
It's all the sa-same to me.
Do you want your chicken
without the skin?
Yeah, sure, Oelia,
slip me some skin.
Oh, so you want the skin?
- Sure.
- Okay.
There you go.
You know how you hear a song,
and you fall in love with it,
and it may be years
before you hear it again,
but when you do, it instantly
places you back in that moment
when you first fell in love with it,
as if no time had passed?
Yes. In fact, Gabriel and I
used to play a game
where I'd ask him about a song,
and he'd tell me the story
that went with it.
That's why I brought that music in.
That's the music we used to listen to.
Well, it's, uh... it's not
the music he loved,
or at least it's not the music
that resonates with him.
I don't think the piece on the radio
that night was the Marseillaise.
I think it was the Beatles' song,
All You Need is Love,
which uses the Marseillaise
in its introduction.
I think that's the song
that Gabriel was anticipating
when we played him the Marseillaise.
What happened when you played him
that Beatles song?
Oh, Helen, if you could have seen him.
He was totally connected.
He was as you've described him, Henry.
He was normal.
And it wasn'tjust the Beatles.
I actually was able to use
pieces of music from that period
to more specifically pinpoint
the extent of his amnesia.
He remembers songs vividly
from 1964 to 1970.
His recollection of songs after 1970
show us where his memory
begins to drop off.
He remembers
all the founding members
of the Grateful Dead from 1966,
but he doesn't know
that Pigpen and Jimi Hendrix
and Janis Joplin are all dead.
I didn't know they were ever alive,
and I'm no worse for wear.
Yes, but for him,
these musicians are all hugely important.
They connect him
to a time and a place,
to his time and place
when he came of age,
just like your music does for you.
My music was his music.
He used to listen
to that music as a kid.
It never upset him.
I don't understand.
It doesn't make sense to me.
He loved my music, too.
Hi, Gabriel.
It's Dianne.
Dianne from Oheyenne.
Actually, Gabriel,
I'm not from Oheyenne.
I'm Dianne Daly
from Dedham, Massachusetts.
That's where I was born.
Dianne Daly, live from Dedham.
That's good.
We'll have to try and remember that.
I love the Dead.
Uncle John's Band.
It's one of my favorite songs.
You know, I almost got
to see them play once.
Did you ever play
any of their songs,
like when your band
played at the school?
No.
I mean, we would have,
but I never got to it.
My dad was coming.
I wanted to play
Kansas City for him.
It was his brother's favorite song.
All the kids, they want today
All they ever think about
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
We love you, Gabe!
Let's hear it for the Black Sheep.
Black Sheep!
Thank you, Principal Isaacs,
for allowing us
to have this assembly here today.
People, I have this feeling
that with this much love
and this much energy,
we are gonna stop
the war in Vietnam!
Yeah. Yeah!
Remember, there's a sign-up sheet
you can pass around
for a rally in the city.
Please sign up.
We need your help.
Now, brothers and sisters,
once again,
please put your hands together
for the Black Sheep!
I'm going to Kansas Oity
Kansas Oity, here I come
Going to Kansas Oity
Kansas Oity, here I come
They've got some pretty little girls
and I'm gonna get me one
Hey!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Gabe!
Gabe, put it down!
Put it out!
What did you do to my room?
You spit on me.
You spit on me today.
Today was not about you.
They're not your friends
who are going off and dying
in some stupid war.
Well, that's brilliant.
So you burn the very thing
that gives you the right
to demonstrate that.
We burned the flag that's sending
people like me over there.
What do you know
about fighting in a war?
I fought to defend that flag.
Your Uncle Gabriel,
your namesake,
died defending that flag.
He was people like you.
He believed he was fighting
for something important.
- What do you believe in?
- I don't see anything to believe in.
Well if you don't have
any respect for yourself,
at least show some for him.
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
You're the only thing
I'm ashamed of!
Gabriel.
Is that right?
Okay.
You want to burn something?
- Burn this.
- Dad.
Please, stop this.
Burn it. No, no, no.
Gabriel wants to burn a flag.
I've got one right here
I think he should burn.
I'm getting out of here.
I want you to burn this!
- Enough, Henry.
- Burn it!
Go to hell!
I'm splitting.
Then don't bother coming back.
Fine!
Come with me or go alone
He's come to take his children home
And that's when you went to Manhattan?
Yeah. To the Village. Yeah.
I can't go with you now.
Sure you can.
Look, you can.
This is our dream.
Gabe, you're graduating
in a few months.
That's nothing. We'll go then.
I don't need a bullshit diploma.
I don't need it.
It's now. Now is the time.
This... there's
nothing for us here.
It's all there,
and we're gonna miss it.
Gabe, you're just upset, and you just
need to think about this, Gabe.
I mean, you really
need to think about it.
Oome.
Please.
Please.
I can't go.
I know.
I know.
Come hear Uncle John's band...
That must have been hard, Gabe.
When did this happen?
I don't know. Oouple years ago.
It doesn't matter,
and I'm not going back.
...playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone
He's come to take...
That's not what happened.
That night,
that's not what happened.
It's not important.
That's exactly what happened.
Gabriel's memory is like
it's been preserved in a jar.
We have intervening memories,
and each new memory colors
our perceptions of our old memories.
Gabriel can't do that.
He can't remember
that he's seen you
almost every day
in the last few months.
He can't even remember
the conversation that we just had.
I'll tell you about
something I remember.
I remember a little boy
who was gonna have everything...
and I remember how that music...
My son was poisoned by the garbage
you're feeding him,
and there aren't enough
intervening memories
in the world to help me forget that.
You're using music to bring him back
to a time when he fell apart.
I don't want to go back to that time.
Let's find some music
that can bring him back
to a time when things were right.
Henry, it doesn't work that way.
What we need to do now is to find
the music that he loved, and...
No, what we need to do now
is what I say we need to do now.
This is my son.
He's my son, too.
Yes.
Of course.
Our son.
And speaking for both of us,
thank you very much for your help.
We won't be needing you anymore.
I apologize for my husband.
I think you and Gabriel
have done great work...
and I want you to keep going.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
I'm sleeping in Gabriel's room.
I can't share a bed with you
anymore, not after today.
Why are you angry with me?
I'm not angry with you.
I'm angry with me.
Gabriel is not the only one
who remembers it that way.
I remember that night
in exactly the same way,
because every day,
I replay it in my head,
and I look for a place
that I could've said something
that would have changed all this.
I know...
I know there's something I could've said
to make him stay.
Then he wouldn't have left
for all those years,
and we wouldn't have found him
like that, and he wouldn't be sick.
What does it matter what stupid music
brings back our son?
His music. Your music.
Who cares?
You're so pigheaded.
Where do you think Gabriel learned
to be so moved by his music?
Is that some big mystery?
You're always going on about
what your music reminds you of,
as if you're the only one
that has memories worth recalling.
You know what those songs remind me of?
The man who introduced me to them.
What happened to him?
I once held her
in my arms
She said she will
always stay
But I was cruel
I treated her like a fool
I threw it all away
Once I had mountains
in the palm of my hand
and rivers that ran though...
Whoa.
These are old.
Yeah.
I'll bet I could go 21/2 for these,
if they're in good shape.
They're mint.
All right, just trade me these
for everything you got after...
that's... loud.
Oould you be more specific?
I like to dream
Yes, yes...
I'm just mad about saffron
Oh, saffron's mad about me...
I went down to the crossroads
fell down on my knees...
Getting to the point
where I'm no fun anymore...
Because I used to love her
but it's all over now...
Goin'down the road
feeling bad
Goin'down the road
feelin'bad
Hey, hey, hey
Don't wanna be treated this way
I brought some music
for us to listen to.
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown...
Do you know what song this is?
I have no idea.
Desolation Row.
Great song and amazing lyrics.
"They're selling postcards
of the hanging. "
Do you know when
I first heard this song?
No, Gabriel. Tell me.
First time I heard this song,
It was... I don't know...
maybe a couple summers ago.
I had just bought Highway 61.
You and Mom were downstairs,
and, you know,
she had made stuffed cabbage.
The smell was
hanging around the house.
And you remember? You...
You put the milk in the freezer,
and she was mad at you for that,
and you were mad at me
'cause I was late for dinner,
but I had just gotten this album.
I was out of my mind to listen to it.
Man, it spoke to me.
I mean, all...
all the craziness, you know?
All... all the possibilities.
It's like when I put my hands
on the neck of a guitar.
You can see things that you
can't normally see.
And the only sound that's left
That's great, Gabe.
After the ambulances go
is Cinderella sweeping up on
- "Desolation Row. "
- desolation row...
What is that?
Dylan was writing about this lynching
that happened after a circus.
And "They're selling
postcards of the hanging. "
The Tet offensive was on Oronkite.
I was listening to it.
And the Times was...
was running that photo
of the Vietnamese officer
who was executing a prisoner.
It's... it's psychotic.
It's... it's psychedelic.
It's insane, you know?
I mean, this... this is a circus.
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
on Desolation Row
I should get going.
Yeah, dinner's at 7:00.
Hush-a-bye, baby.
Hush quite a lot.
Bad babies get rabies
and have to be shot.
Hush-a-bye, baby.
Hush quite a lot.
Bad babies get rabies
and have to be shot.
Good.
It's gruesome.
It's like Edgar Allan Poe.
Oh, you like Edgar Allan Poe?
I like The Raven.
Me, too.
Now, can you repeat the rhyme?
- No.
- It's okay.
Do it with me.
Hush...
- a-bye, baby.
- Hush-a-bye, baby.
Hush quite a lot.
Bad babies get rabies...
and have to be shot.
Do it again.
Hush-a-bye, baby.
Hush quite a lot.
Bad babies get rabies
and have to be shot.
That's good.
Hi, Oelia.
I'll have some macaroni
and some vegetables,
and I'm gonna take some Jell-o.
Gabriel, what about you?
Gabriel?
Hi.
Hi. I'm Gabriel.
I remember.
I'm Oelia.
Oecilia...
you're breakin' my heart.
He always says that to me.
Sorry.
I don't remember things so well.
Truckin'...
Got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin'...
like the doo-dah man
Together
more or less in line
just keep truckin'on...
I love the Dead.
They're my absolute favorite band.
Flashing marquees out on Main Street...
You know what song this is?
Sorry.
Thanks for playing.
It's called Truckin'.
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
Guess I'm a bit square.
Dallas, got a soft machine...
Maybe a perfect square,
I'm sorry. I'm a little lost.
In my music, a guy likes a gal,
he tells her.
He says, "You are the promised kiss
of springtime
that makes the lonely winter
seem long. "
It's plain English
as far as I can tell.
This is...
I don't know.
Truckin'?
What is that?
Most of the cats that you meet
on the street
speak of true love...
Well, the Dead grew up on the road
traveling from place to place,
taking one road after another.
And the thing is, on the road,
you never really know
where you're going
or what's gonna happen
when you arrive,
so you just experience the ride.
And then every single day
is a different adventure.
You know, the...
the journey is the destination.
And that's what that means?
That's what that means
when you're stoned.
I think that's what that means.
Sometimes the light's all shinin'on me
Let's do another one.
Other times, I can barely...
Gabriel, I just want you to know
how much I'm enjoying this.
Thank you for explaining all that to me.
All what?
Good. Now let's try something else.
Let's go back to the gruesome rhyme.
I don't know it.
Just try and tap it out.
Just try.
All right, keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going.
I'm gonna do it with you.
Again.
Babies get rabies
and have to be shot.
All right, now...
Oh, Oelia
Works in the cafe
How are you today, oh, Oelia?
Oh, Oelia
works in the cafe
How are you today,
oh, Oelia?
That feel good?
Oh, Oelia
works in the cafe
How are you today, oh, Oelia?
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What on God's earth are you doing?
Ah, man,
I dig this song. Oh.
You know what song this is?
For What It's Worth
by Buffalo Springfield.
Right on, Dad.
Tellin'me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children,
what's that sound...
I remember the last time
I heard this song.
When, Gabriel?
We just found out Mark was drafted.
I was so mad.
I went up to my room
and played this song.
You know, itjust made me feel like
somebody understood.
Then you told me to turn it down.
Time we stop,
hey, what's that sound...
It's the same time
you came in to tell me
you were gonna come hear me
play at the school.
What a trip.
What a field day for the heat...
You know, I didn't know Mark
got his letter that day.
You didn't tell me.
When was I supposed to tell you?
Mostly say hooray for our side
It's time we stop,
hey, what's that sound...
I mean, how is he, anyway?
Is he okay?
Has anybody heard from him?
He died, Gabriel...
in Vietnam.
I'm sorry.
Ah, it's that asshole, Nixon.
Why can't people see that?
You know, if people would
just tune in for a second,
they'd see what
a son of a bitch the guy is.
Nixon's not president anymore, Gabriel.
He had to resign.
He was caught lying to the country.
See, I knew it!
I told you!
Yeah.
You were right.
What's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'down...
I was?
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'down...
You were.
I was.
You better stop now
What's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'
You better stop,
hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin'
You better stop...
Hey, Gabriel.
It's Oelia.
You know, Oelia...
You know.
I know who you are.
Good. 'cause
I'm a terrible singer.
No, you're not.
I never met anyone who could sing
in so many keys at once.
That's a rare gift.
Thank you.
Here. Let's sing your song.
What's that?
Oh, Oelia
works in the cafe
How are you today, oh, Oelia?
Sing it with me.
No, no, no.
You... You go.
Oome on.
Nobody's listening.
Okay.
Oh, Oelia
works in the cafe
How are you today, oh, Oelia?
That's great.
I'll sing the harmony now.
Okay.
Oh, Oelia
works in the cafe
How are you today, oh, Oelia?
Nice.
Good. We could go on tour.
I don't have that kind of confidence.
You should.
You could do anything.
Well if anyone could
convince me, you could.
I should get home.
Bye, Gabriel.
Peace.
Peace.
He's doing well.
Yes.
It's quite something.
He's remembering rhythms.
We've even started working
on putting information to beats.
Do you think it might be possible
that he could form
a new long-term memory?
You know, if he could connect it
to a piece of music?
Gabriel's progressed more
than anyone I ever worked with.
It would have to be
a new piece of music,
one that he doesn't already
have long-term connections with.
That would be something.
Kind woman
don't leave me...
It's Tamara's favorite song.
It actually...
It's sort of our song.
You know, like you and Mom have
Till There Was You.
Hey, do you remember that night
that I tried to go to the Dead concert?
You would remember it as college night.
Yeah. Rings a bell.
We caught a ride to Stonybrook,
but we were late.
The tickets were sold out.
We just wanted to hear that concert
so bad that we sat outside,
freezing cold, by this lake,
just listening.
After the concert, this song
was playing on the radio.
We found a way
to warm ourselves up.
Won't you love me tonight...
It was her first time.
Oh.
It was mine, too.
Kind woman...
Oh.
Well, I guess Kind Woman
was an appropriate song.
Then you told me I couldn't
see her anymore.
Oh, Mr. Sawyer, please sit down.
Hey, Tambourine Man.
It's Oelia.
"Mr. Tambourine Man" to you.
Oome on in. Do you want
a tour of my pad?
Sure.
This is the living room
with a groovy new, uh...
cassette deck.
Oassette deck!
Nice.
That man is not
a permanent fixture.
That is my sound engineer.
He's my Dad.
Over here, we have the bedroom.
It does the trick.
Here.
I brought you something.
Is it my birthday?
No. It's, um...
it's a going-away present.
I'm going back to school.
Don't leave me lonely tonight...
You've been special to me,
so I wanted to give you something.
Say it's all right
Why... why are you going?
Well, I've never finished.
Man, you girls sure do have a thing
about finishing school.
What do you mean, Gabe?
Tamara, she's finishing school, too.
That's why she didn't come
with me to the Village.
Go ahead.
Open it.
Ah. Dylan.
Let's play it.
It's got Mr. Tambourine Man on it.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy...
Dylan, man. He gets it.
You get it, too, Gabriel.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
play a song for me...
I'm gonna miss hearing you play.
I'll come followin'you
Though I know that evening's empire
has returned into sand
vanished from my hand...
I hope we see each other again soon.
But still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me
I am branded on my feet...
You know, I don't know
if I'll remember meeting you.
So, uh...
I'll have the great pleasure
of meeting you again
for the first time.
Play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
play a song for me
in thejingle-jangle morning
I'll come followin'you
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I feel so strong that I can't disguise,
oh, my
Let's spend the night together...
Henry Albert Sawyer,
what have you done?
Let's spend the night together...
Good Lord.
Don't let me down
We could have fun just...
I wonder if I could
have this dance.
There were bells on a hill
but I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
till there was you
There were birds in the sky
but I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
till there was you
What's wrong?
I think my cooking gave me indigestion.
Henry?
Gabe, honey,
your father's not feeling well,
and he can't come to see you for a while,
but we'd like you
to spend Ohristmas at home
so you can see him.
What... What's wrong with him?
He's having some problems
with his heart.
Don't worry.
He just needs to rest.
Listening to the Hound Dog
and the Midnight Hour
block of rock.
You know what time it is?
For the third caller
to receive tickets
to the Grateful Dead show
at the Hammerstein Ballroom.
Caller number three.
WDED. Can you hold?
Yes.
Hello. Can you hold?
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Okay. Turn your radio
down, please.
Hello. You're on the air.
Who am I talking to?
Henry Sawyer.
Where you calling from,
Henry Sawyer?
From, uh... from my bed
at Oity Hospital.
No kidding!
What are you in for?
I had a little heart attack.
A heart attack!
How old are you, Henry?
65! Holy mackerel.
And you're a Deadhead?
Listen, I can't talk too loud,
or they'll take my phone away.
Here's a question just for you.
What did the aging hippie say
when he ran out of pot
at the Grateful Dead concert?
I don't know.
"This music sucks. "
Just kidding with you.
That's not your question.
Okay, then,
Heart-Attack Henry,
let's get to your real trivia question.
For two tickets to see the sold-out
Grateful Dead concert
at Hammerstein Ballroom,
what 1970 Grateful Dead hit
was banned from radio airplay
because it used the word "damn"?
Hello, Henry? You there?
That would be
Uncle John's Band,
and it's not "damn. "
It's "God damn,"
and I just won myself some
goddamn Grateful Dead tickets!
Right?
Yes, you did, Henry!
You're absolutely right.
Are we ready?
I've got the medication.
I've got the bag.
I've got the brain tumor.
Oh, Gabe, now stop that.
Welcome home.
Here.
I'll do it, Henry.
Nah, I'm fine.
Oh, stubborn old coot.
I'll start dinner.
Okay.
I took your posters down.
Why?
Well...
that night...
the night you left, uh...
I was angry.
Yeah, I know.
I came up here. I saw the posters
and the records.
I thought they were the reason.
It was a confusing time, Gabriel. L...
I thought all that stuff
seemed to be hurting you.
You thought my posters
were hurting me?
The whole thing, all of it,
you know,
notjust the posters, but...
It was a long time ago, Gabe.
Yeah? How long ago?
Long time.
Dashing through the snow
in a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail ring
making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
a sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride...
- Hi.
- Hi.
Your father called me.
Actually, I've been wanting
to see you for a long time now.
In a one-horse open sleigh
Y-You cut your hair.
No. It's just up.
It's up.
Well, you look beautiful.
Thank you.
Well, you must've finished school by now.
I went to college in New York, NYU.
Far out. Did you see Dylan?
Have you seen the Dead?
I did see them at the Fillmore.
Oh, right on.
What?
You cut your hair.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
So how's Mark?
I mean, you must
have heard from him.
He died, Gabriel, in Vietnam.
Tamara, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
It was a long time ago.
How long ago?
Almost 20 years now.
Man.
Time flies when you don't have a brain.
Oan I hug you?
You can get into bed with me if you want.
Nobody would hear us.
No, I'm...
I have a family now.
I'm married.
Wow. That was fast.
This is my husband Will.
You would like him.
He's a really good guy.
He's short.
He's sitting.
That's Mark.
He is short, but he's eight,
and Oolin is five,
and Jane is two.
Wow, you've been busy.
I never got married.
I never had any kids.
I mean, not that I know of.
Who are they?
That's Will, my husband,
and Mark is eight.
Oolin is five.
Jane is two.
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas...
There's one more, Gabriel.
Your father couldn't wait
to give this to you.
Helen, just let him open it.
A trumpet?
People all over the world
could just see them, too...
The Dead.
I've never been to a Grateful Dead
concert in my life!
Me neither.
There's magic in the air with the...
Hey, Danny Partridge,
you gonna play me a song?
I'm Gabriel.
Where's Oelia?
Oh, she's not here, my man,
I'm here to take care of you.
What's your pleasure?
Oelia.
Ah, sorry, my friend.
I can't help you with that one.
Hello.
Is this the Sawyer residence?
Yes. Who's calling?
What's wrong?
Gabriel.
Sir, can I help you?
This is my son.
- Are you Mr. Sawyer?
- Yeah.
Okay, look, we were called
by the woman that lives here.
She said that your son was
banging on the upstairs window.
This was his old girlfriend's house.
Okay.
Well, it looks like he fell off that gutter.
He may have landed on his ankle.
We should get him
to the hospital, all right?
Thank you.
Hey, buddy.
You hurt your leg.
I didn't hurt my leg.
No, I think you did.
We're gonna take a little ride
to the hospital, okay?
- Okay.
- Give me your hand.
It's gonna be okay.
I don't see how
this is a good idea.
The Grateful Dead?
Oouldn't it be something
more manageable,
like Lionel Richie?
The Grateful Dead
has special meaning for Gabriel.
Dianne, there are legitimate
concerns about sending Gabriel
into that kind of unpredictable,
foreign environment.
Yes, but the environment Gabriel
wakes up in every morning
is more foreign to him
than a Grateful Dead concert.
We can control that environment.
Mr. Sawyer, you're in no condition
to ensure Gabriel's well-being.
A coronary patient
escorting a severe amnesiac
to a Grateful Dead concert?
Under the circumstances...
It's notjust for Gabriel.
Look, I lost my boy for 20 years.
That's my fault, and I know that.
Even after we found him,
we thought he was lost.
And he's had surgery,
physical therapy,
every maintenance drug
known to man.
None of it did a thing.
But when he hears
a Grateful Dead song,
he comes back to us.
You've all seen it.
I know I'm the last guy in the world
you'd peg as a Deadhead,
and, believe me,
if I could pick another band
that would bring my boy
to life, I would.
But I've learned every
Grateful Dead song, every lyric,
because it's the only way
I can talk to Gabriel.
Now, I am 65 years old,
and, yes, I'm sick,
and I need to have
a conversation with my son.
I think I went to high school
with that guy.
I don't think you know him, pal.
Hey, old-timer, old-timer.
You should get a t-shirt.
They're 100% hemp.
No, thanks.
What's so funny?
That's funny.
You think that's funny?
Yeah, Julie, look at this hat.
Uh-oh. Grandpa's comin'...
Oh, the Dead!
Look over there.
That's the bootleg section.
We have to get a tape of this show.
When are they coming on?
The Dead!
Where's Pigpen?
I wonder where Pigpen is.
Pigpen! Pigpen!
Pigpen! Pigpen!
Maybe he's sick or something.
Oh, he parties a lot.
Pigpen's not with the Dead anymore.
What do you mean not with them?
What, did he get busted
or something?
No. He died, pal.
That's awful.
That's Jerry Garcia.
That's Phil Lesh.
I wonder where Pigpen is.
Ladies and gentlemen...
the Grateful Dead!
The Dead! The Dead!
We want the Dead!
Truckin'
Got my chips cashed in
I'm truckin'
like the doo-dah man
Together
more or less in line
Just keep truckin' on
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees
out on Main Street
Ohicago, New York, Detroit,
and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved
in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see
what tomorrow brings
Sometimes the light's
all shinin' on me
Other times, I can barely see
Lately it occurred to me
What a long
strange trip it's been
Must be getting early
Olocks are running late
Paint by number morning sky
Looks so phony...
It's weird.
I never heard this song before.
Light a candle, curse the glare...
Maybe it's a new song.
It's all right...
Maybe.
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by...
Dad.
You're the greatest.
I see you've got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes, I get the gist of it, but
it's all right...
That was fantastic!
It was...
Ah, I had the time of my life.
It blew my mind.
Me, too.
I mean, I'm always
gonna remember this.
What do you want to hear next?
Um, Box of Rain?
Oh, uh, put on Ripple.
That's a great one.
Yeah.
They're so great.
They just...
They play what's in the air.
They play the moment.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
They're trippy.
Yeah.
If my words did glow
They're trippy.
With the gold of sunshine
and my tunes
were played on the harp
unstrung
would you hear my voice...
You're right. They don'tjust...
They don'tjust play
the notes on the page.
No.
No, they play what's in the air,
you know?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
The thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better
left unsung
I don't know...
don't really care
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I don't remember the last time
I stayed out this late.
Me neither.
I had a wonderful time tonight.
Yeah.
Ohh.
Okay. Good night, pal.
Good night, Dad.
Gabriel, what are you doing?
I'm looking for something.
What are you looking for?
Gabriel, honey, we need to go.
I don't know what he's looking for.
Gabriel...
You're missing your father.
What do you mean?
Dad comes every day at 10 A.M.
Honey...
He can't come anymore.
Your father passed away.
We're going now to say goodbye.
What?
He... He was only, like, 50.
No, Gabriel. He was 65.
As a last rite,
Henry requested that we play
one of his favorite songs,
and he asked that you all
take a moment
and listen to the music
and enjoy it as he did.
All right.
I see you've got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes, I get the gist of it, but
it's all right
Sorry that you feel that way
Only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a
Here comes the chorus!
Touch of grey
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
It's a lesson to me
the Ables and the Bakers and the Cs
ABCs
We all must face
and try to keep a little grace...
Mom, you know what song this is?
No, Gabe. What song is it?
It's Touch of Grey,
the Grateful Dead.
You know when
I first heard this song?
No, Gabe.
Why don't you tell me?
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, 'cause
It's all right
Oh, well, a touch of grey
kind of suits you anyway
That was all I had to say
It's all right
I will get by
All the kids, they want today
All they ever think about's
about summer
It's about summer
All the kids, they want today
look you in the eye and say it's okay
It's about summer
It's about summer
Thoughtful and patient
they easily open their mind
through the eyes of a child
This world is truly divine
divine
All the kids, they want today
the world's problems go away
It's about summer
It's about summer
All the neighborhood cats and dogs
all wanna get along in the summer
It's all about summer
It's about
It's about summer
one another
and one another
It's about
the summer
It's about summer
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