Antwone Fisher Page #6

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but you better be careful.

I didn't do anything.

You didn't do anything?

You didn't do anything?

I didn't do anything.

My wife is inviting|you to Thanksgiving.

She thinks you're|very charming.

Do you have any idea...

where she might've|gotten that impression?

Huh?

Look at me|when I'm talkin' to you.

No, sir.

Maybe she responds|to nice people.

Okay, nice people.|Next Thursday.

Thanksgiving,|my house...

my family,|my dinner table. 1 400.

Don't be late.

Yes, sir.

Get outta here.

[Antwone Sighs]

Cheryl:
It's|nice out here.

How'd you find|this place?

It's a lighthouse.

I'm a sailor.

It found me.|[Laughs]

You knucklehead.|[Laughs]

You come|out here a lot?

Sometimes I come|out here to think.

Or to work out|some problems.

Mmm.

I know|what you mean.

Well, um...

[Sighs]

Can I be honest|with you?

Yeah.

[Sighs]

Remember when I, uh...

I told you that I was...

I was workin' on|that important paper?

Yeah. [Laughs]

Well, I lied.

I know.

You know?

Yeah.

You're seein'|a psychiatrist, aren't you?

[Laughs] Ohh...

you knew.

Yeah, I knew.

It wasn't that hard|to figure out.

Mmm...

Are you tryin'|to tell me I'm crazy?

No.

So?

So I'll understand|if you--

If you don't wanna|be bothered no more.

You're not|the only person...

that's seen|a shrink before.

Oh, you seen one?

No...

but I told you|my dad's a Vietnam vet.

He has.

I guess he made it, huh?

So, why--why are you|seein' a psychiatrist?

My life before the navy|was kind of complicated.

I was feelin' ashamed.

Of what?

Of bein' unwanted.

And, uh...

I didn't have|no parents.

Mmm...

You know, I was--

I was afraid|to even approach you.

Would you believe...

that...

I was too shy|to approach you?

- No.|- Yeah. [Laughs]

Um, until I realized|you were stalking me.

[Chuckles]|I wasn't stalking you.

[Laughs]

Well, if there's anything|I could do to help...

I'm here.

You're doin' it already.

What am I doin'?

Just bein' you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Um...

happy Thanksgiving.|Happy holidays, sir.

Happy holidays, ma'am.

I know.

It's...Berta.

Yeah.

Come on--come on in.

Hello.

I'm Antwone. [Ahem]

I, um...

Yeah, I'm hungry.

I could eat. [Laughs]

[Doorbell Rings]

1 400, huh?|What took you so long?

Oh, I stopped by|to get some cider, sir.

Okay. Good.|Happy holidays.

Thank you. Come on in.

Everybody's here|waitin' for you.

We're about|to say grace.

All right, everybody.|This is Antwone.

Antwone,|this is my family.

That's my mother|Johnny Mae.

That's my wife's|brother Uncle Duke.

- How you doin'?|- Hello, sir.

This is my dad Howard.

That's|my sister Gwen...

and her full-grown|daughter.

Hi, Antwone.

Oh, you wanna come|and sit next to her?

Gwen, Gwen. Uh...

Come on, baby.You come|on over here and sit.

Okay.

[Johnny Mae Chuckles]

Davenport:
All right.

Duke, why don't you|lead us in prayer?

Okay.

Everybody join hands.

Let's bow our heads.

Heavenly Father...

we come to you|on bent knee...

and body bowed...

as humble as we know how.

We are grateful|for this opportunity...

to share another|Thanksgiving Day...

as a family.

We thank you|for our health...

O Lord, and for our friends...

who honor us|with their presence.

We also pray|for peace in the world...

and in our lives. Amen.

All:
Amen.

All right.

This looks good.|Yeah!

[All Talking At Once]

Here's|a little piece.

Thank you. Mmm.

Honey, you want|some more turkey?

Oh, no,|thank you, ma'am.

Howard:
Ohh, don't be actin'|all bashful around me.

Especially|at the dinner table.

Dad, leave|that boy alone.

Shoot!

Huh?|I'm okay.

All right, then,|let me see you dig in.

I mean, the food is free.

Howard...

You know, when I was|in the service...

back in the war--that was|before you were born--

Howard!

Anyway, I spent the holidays...

in Europe on guard duty,|and I--ohh!

I sure did miss my mama's|holiday cookin'. Whoo-oo!

Howard, would you|leave the boy alone?

Oh, I ain't botherin'|him none,Johnny Mae.

No, you leave me|alone, huh?

Baby,|he wants to eat!

Oh, no, look, I'm just|talkin' to the boy.

I'm sure he wants to be|home with his family, okay?

Hey, listen, let me|ask you something.

Where you from?

[Ahem] Cleveland.

Cleveland. Yeah?

Yeah.

Cleveland...

I bet you miss your mama's|holiday cookin'...

don't you? Huh?

Excuse me.

Where he goin'?

Howard:
I don't know.

See? That's what happens|every holiday season.

Why do you want to|do that to the boy?

Y'all ran the boy|outta here!

That's what happens|every holiday!

I didn't run the boy out.|I was tryin'

to talk to the boy.

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[All Talking At Once]

You okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

I just never had|a real Thanksgiving...

at the Tates' before.

[Snorts] You didn't|have a real one...

over here either,|I guess. [Chuckles]

You have|a real nice family.

Thank you.

I got this for you...

for having me|over today.

Oh, you got a gift|for me. Is it money?

No.|[Laughs]

Oh, it's a poem.

I can't see|without my glasses.

Why don't you|read it for me?

Um, I'd rather|you read it.

Please.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''Lost and all alone.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''Abandoned without his own.

Who will cry|for the little boy?''

Both:
''He cried|himself to sleep.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

Who never had for keeps.''

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''Who walked the burning sand.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''The boy inside the man.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''Who knew well hurt and pain.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''Who died and died again.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

''A good boy he tried to be.

''Who will cry|for the little boy?

Who cries inside of me?''

Who will cry for|the little boy, Antwone?

I will.

[Ahem]

I always do.

It's beautiful,|Antwone.

I know. I told you|I was good.

Yes, you are.|You are good...

because|you're honest.

You're more honest|than most people...

even in your anger.

The only thing you're|not honest with yourself...

about is your need|to find your own family.

Your natural family.

I don't feel like|I need to look for them.

Mmm. It would answer|a lot of questions for you.

I don't have|any questions.

You're upset with them...

because you feel they|didn't come to your rescue.

Maybe they didn't know.

How could they|not have known?

That's a question|you need to ask them.

''Regard|without ill will...

despite an offense.''

That's Webster's definition|of forgiveness.

Why do I|have to forgive?

To free yourself...

so that you can get|on with your life.

Why I gotta go look|for my family?

I got you, Doc.

Berta:
Ohh...

I think that he had|a good time tonight.

Davenport:
Hmm?

Antwone.|I think that, uh...

he had a good time,|don't you?

Yeah, seemed like it.

He did the sweetest thing|at the door...

when he was|saying good-bye.

He invited me to come|to his ceremony.

You know he's graduating|from his Japanese class.

Yeah, I know.

Well, he wants|me to come.

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