Wyvern

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- Ah!

(sucking in breath)

Jeez.

Oh, man.

Idiot.

You big, dumb...

That's not too bad.

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

(roaring)

(roaring)

Ah! Ahhh!!

(screaming)

(screams ending abruptly)

- Good morning, Beaver Mills.

It's 8:
37 a.m.

and I'm proud to say

we are all short-timers

at this point.

We made it

without completely losing

what marbles we had left

to begin with.

Yes, you're hearing me right.

Less than two days left

of the midnight sun.

For all of you sleep-deprived

insomniacs out there,

try a cup of fireweed tea

before you go to bed tonight.

And here's a little reminder

to all you B. Mills townies:

tomorrow

is the annual Solstice Festival,

a char-broiled two days

of tasty carcass,

games of chance,

and tests of skill

to count down the hours

before that glorious time

we call the "magic hour."

So today, remember,

keep sane

and don't lose your cool.

For all those registered

for the barbecue,

it starts at 12:
00 noon.

Farley, that includes you.

12:
00 noon,

no earlier.

2:
00 p.m. is the chainsaw rally

and you have to be

at least 10 years old

or four feet tall to enter.

(country-rock music)

Sun rises on another day

It's the same

as the days before

There's torn pictures

and there's pale grey

Pieces of me and you

Strewn across the floor

- Hey, Farley, who's winning?

- Me.

- All right, here we go.

We got two Denver omelets,

one over-easy;

three orange juice,

and two coffee.

Would you like cream?

- Uh-huh. He could put cream

in my coffee any day.

- Come on, Susie,

the sheriff's waiting.

Don't let the food get cold.

- But we only ordered

two coffees.

You have three.

- Oh, this one's for Jake.

- Oh, I'll take it to him.

- No, I, um, I...

I think I can handle it.

- Oh, the new guy's

getting the royal treatment

- Be easy on him, Susie.

He lost his brother

a few months back.

- I'm sure that's why

you're being extra-nice to him.

What a Good Samaritan

you are.

(laughter)

- Well,

I do what I can.

- Ah...

Isn't he a breath of fresh air

around here--

- Okay,

come on, Suse, get out.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Here you go.

Tell the sheriff I said hi.

- Yeah.

- All right, ladies...

- Watch your step.

- I was hoping you would.

(wincing)

- Hand still bothering you?

- Nah, hand's fine, Doc.

- You're too young

for arthritis, Jake.

Hey, you wanna know

what I think?

- No.

(chuckling)

- I think you messed

your hand up real good

in that accident.

Hairline fracture

of the metacarpal,

maybe even carpal.

Dunno why you won't come in,

let me take a look at it.

- My hand's fine.

- You're real lucky you walked

away from that accident

with a broken hand

and a bad ankle.

When your insurance money

comes in and you get your truck,

get someone

to look at that hand.

- Like I said, my hand's fine.

- Everybody's a tough guy.

Claire.

Thanks, hon.

- David.

Didn't you just leave?

- Yeah.

Hey, can I talk to you a second?

- Sure.

- Look, I've got a conference

in Fairbanks next weekend.

I can bring someone.

It'd be a fun weekend.

I was thinking--

- Sorry, I can't.

- You told me that last year,

Claire.

I'm gonna start

to take this personal.

- Doc, I gotta go on a hunt,

but Thomas wanted you

to drop by his place,

take a look at our minks.

They've got a skin rash.

Sheddin' off like piggies

in a meat market.

- Okay, first off, Hass,

pigs don't shed.

And secondly, I'm a doctor,

not a veterinarian.

- What's eatin' him?

It's only a metaphor!

Thanks, Claire.

I'll see you at lunch.

- Of course, Hass.

Ahem.

Well, you know,

I had a coffee for you and...

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