Field of Dreams

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RAY:
My father"s name was

John Kinsella.

lt's an lrish name.

He was born

in North Dakota in 1 896

and never saw a big city

until he came back

from France in 1 91 8.

Settling in Chicago ,

he learned to live and die

with the White Sox.

Died a little

when they lost

the 1 91 9 World Series,

died a lot when eight

White Sox were accused

of throwing that Series.

He played some

in the minors,

but nothing came of it.

Moved to Brooklyn in '35,

married Mom in "38,

was already an old man

at the naval yards

when l was born in 1 952.

My name's Ray Kinsella.

Mom died when l was three ,

and l suppose Dad did

the best he could.

lnstead of Mother Goose ,

l was put to bed

to stories of Babe Ruth ,

Lou Gehrig,

and the great

Shoeless Joe Jackson.

Dad was a Yankees fan then ,

so l rooted for Brooklyn .

ln '58, the Dodgers

moved away , so we had to find

other reasons to fight.

We did.

When l chose a college ,

l picked the farthest

from home l could find.

This drove him up the wall,

which , l suppose ,

was the point.

Officially , my major was

English , but really ,

it was the '60s.

l marched,

l smoked some grass,

l tried to like sitar music,

and l met Annie .

The only thing we had

in common

was that she came from lowa,

and l"d once heard of lowa.

After graduation ,

we moved to the Midwest

and stayed with her family

as long as we could,

almost a full afternoon.

Annie and l got married

in June of '7 4 .

Dad died that fall.

A few years later,

Karin was born.

She smelled weird,

but we loved her anyway .

Then Annie got the crazy idea

she could talk me

into buying a farm.

l'm 36 years old,

l love my family ,

l love baseball,

and l'm about to become

a farmer.

But until l heard the voice ,

l'd never done a crazy thing

in my whole life .

MALE VOlCE:
lf you build it,

he will come .

lf you build it, he will come .

Hey, Annie !

Annie, what was that?

What was what?

That voice just now.

What was it?

We didn't hear anything .

All right.

MALE VOlCE:
lf you build it,

he will come .

Okay, you must

have heard that!

Sorry. Hey,

come on in to dinner.

Let's go, pumpkin .

ls there, like,

a sound truck on the highway?

Nope. Hey, Karin ,

dinner's ready!

Kids with a radio?

Nope.

Hey, are you really

hearing voices?

J ust one.

What did it say?

"lf you build it,

he will come."

lf you build what,

who will come?

He didn't say.

l hate it when that happens.

Me, too.

MALE VOlCE:
lf you build it,

he will come .

Build what? What is this?

Ray?

lt's okay, honey. l . . .

l'm just talking

to the cornfield .

Anyway , l was walking down

along the street,

and l heard this voice saying,

"Good evening, Mr. Dowd. "

Well, l turned around,

and here was this big,

six-foot rabbit leaning

up against the lamppost.

Why did you do that?

lt was funny.

Trust me, Karin .

lt's not funny.

The man is sick. Very sick.

Karin , honey,

get your book bag . Let's go !

Hon , l'll take her today.

l've got errands

to do in town .

Far out.

Hey. What if the voice calls

while you're gone?

Take a message.

AN N l E:
(CH UCKLl NG) Bye .

Bye.

ln all those years,

did you ever. . .

lt's just l've heard

that sometimes farmers

in the field . . .

They hear things.

You know, voices.

You hearing voices?

No. lt's just l heard

some farmers do.

l , of course, don't,

so l was wondering if l was

doing something wrong .

Did you . . . Did you ever hear

voices out there?

Who's hearing voices?

Ray is.

Out in the fields .

No, l'm not.

l'm . . .

(CRAZY PLAYl NG ON STEREO)

(RAY LAUG H l NG)

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