Birth
Okay... let me say this.
Let me say this.
If I lost my wife and, uh,
the next day, a little bird
landed on my windowsill,
looked me right in the eye,
"Sean, it's me, Anna. I'm back,"...
What could I say?
I guess I'd believe her. Or I'd want to.
I'd be stuck with a bird.
But other than that, no.
I'm a man of science.
I just don't believe that mumbo-jumbo.
Now, that's gonna have
to be the last question.
I need to go running
before I head home.
Okay.
Oh. Excuse me.
I forgot the ribbon.
Come on.
I don't want to go up alone.
I'll be a minute.
Hi, I--
I met Anna at a party.
And I called her to see if she'd
go out with me, but she said no.
But I kept calling.
It took one year
to get her to have dinner with me.
A year after that,
She said no.
A year later, I asked her again
and she still said no.
Two weeks ago...
she said "Maybe."
with a "Yes."
Hi.
- How are you?
- Good.
I left, uh, the ribbon
in the car.
I'll be up in a minute.
Hi.
- Congratulations.
- Oh, thanks.
Would you like me to wrap it?
Make it look pretty.
Anna.
Clifford.
It's been a long time.
This is a good thing.
Congratulations.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'm Joseph.
- This is--
- Clifford.
Congratulations.
Nice speech.
Clara's here.
She forgot a ribbon.
- Oh.
- For your present.
So I better go and wait for her.
Enjoy the festivities.
I will. We will.
Thank you.
I liked what you said.
Sean!
Sean!
One minute!
I'm coming!
Let's eat this thing.
Bob, would you carve?
Sure.
Are the Drummonds here?
Where are the Drummonds?
They called. They said
they're gonna be late.
That they'd be here
for the cake.
Fine.
Anna's made a decision.
Oh.
You've picked a date?
- Fantastic.
- Joe, congratulations.
- Thank you, Bob.
I wanted to tell her.
It's my wedding.
Can't I be excited?
May's a great month.
Nice and warm.
- Well done, Joseph.
- Thank you.
Hi.
Are you coming
to Eleanor's party?
No. I want to see Anna.
I used to take lessons
and then I stopped.
I--I wish I hadn't.
We're gonna do the cake.
Sorry we're late.
In the dining room.
Thank you.
Here we are.
Can you get the knife for her?
Look at that.
No, I don't believe it.
Nice work.
Make a wish, Eleanor.
Laura and Anna
on each side of me.
Happy birthday, Mother.
Happy birthday, Mom.
I'm here to see Anna.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Let's go into the kitchen.
I'll tell you there.
Are you gonna play
a trick on me?
No.
Okay.
He wants to talk to me in private.
Could you believe that?
What do you want?
You.
You want me?
Is that what you're saying?
You're my wife.
We're married? You're telling me
that we got married at some point in time?
Yes.
Well... I'm getting married to Joseph.
He's a little bit older than you.
We have a little bit more in common.
But if the timing was
a little bit different, who knows? Maybe.
But I'm getting married to someone else.
It's me...
Sean.
You're telling me
that you're Sean?
Yes.
Let's go.
You'll be making a big mistake
if you marry Joseph.
Jimmy, do you know
who this is?
Sean.
Does he live in the building?
No.
Then put him in a taxi
and send him home.
Sure.
Do you know how
to take the subway?
- Yeah.
- You're not supposed to be here tonight.
Go home.
So?
He says he's Sean.
Sean.
Right.
His name was Sean.
No, really.
Jimmy said downstairs.
He says he doesn't want me
to marry Joseph.
He said I shouldn't marry you.
I'll pull the car around.
Okay.
Good morning.
Oh. What's this?
It was laying on my desk.
Your man is here.
Hey, Anna.
Hey, Peter.
Hmm...
This is fantastic.
Are you trying to tell me
that this little boy is now urging you
not to marry Joseph?
Well, I mean, how often
does someone come along
claiming to be
somebody who's dead?
And much less a little boy.
Why didn't you tell me?
I--l'm telling you now.
I didn't want to upset you.
Well, who the hell is he?
Is he claiming to be... Sean,
or is he just called Sean?
He said, "lt's me, Sean."
What am I supposed to think?
that he's telling me he's Sean.
That he is your dead husband.
That he is...
Oh, that he is what?
Could it be true?
Oh, please.
God help me. Somebody.
This is Jimmy.
Watch the fort.
Why did you think
Has it?
Well, you didn't show it to me
when you first got it, so...
I didn't open it
until I got to work.
Weren't you curious?
I didn't knowwho it was from.
Anyway, don't be silly.
Do me up.
We're gonna be late.
I can understand why a little boy
would be in love with you.
Let's stop talking
about the little boy.
I want to go out with my fianc.
Okay.
I love you.
Don't you think we should call Jimmy
and find out who he is?
Christ. Let's just forget about it.
Aren't you interested?
No.
It's probably just some prank.
Hey, Jimmy.
Uh, Joseph, 1001.
Listen. a little boy named Sean
left a letter for Anna--
Jimmy's outside.
Who is this?
Sean.
I think your husband's downstairs.
Hey.
You're on your own?
My dad's upstairs.
Huh. Does your father live here?
No.
Can I talk to your father?
My father's a tutor.
Yes, hi. I'm Joseph.
I live upstairs.
Oh, sure. Hi.
Hi, Sean.
Everything all right?
I just need to talk to his father.
I'll be right back.
What's wrong?
- Everything's fine.
- Who are you?
Joseph from upstairs.
Yeah, sure.
What's wrong?
- Well--
- What's wrong? What's the problem?
I need to talk to you
about your son.
I'll be right back.
I want you to tell her right now that you'll
never see her or bother her again.
I can't.
Tell her you'll never see her
or bother her again.
No.
- Do it.
- No.
Tell her, Sean.
I can't.
Why did you write this?
Why did you go into her house?
I needed to talk to her.
Well, I want you to tell her right now that
you'll never see her or bother her again.
- No.
- Sean, tell her.
- No.
- You're hurting me.
Sean, tell her you'll never see her
or bother her again.
I can't.
Do you understand that?
- Say it.
- I can't.
I don't want you
to bother me again.
We're gonna be late.
Thank you.
Well done.
I don't know.
I just think it's
a little bit funny, that's all.
No, it's not funny.
I'm taking it out of context.
He says that he's somebody else,
and he believes that he is.
That's ridiculous.
I don't know these people.
I don't know who they are.
These people have money,
that's all.
And he wrote this woman a letter.
He's, um...
He wrote her a letter
not to marry this guy.
Permission to turn off
the light, sir.
Permission to turn off the light.
The men are talking
below deck, sir.
They're talking mutiny.
It's your responsibility
to steer the ship.
It's just seasickness, sir.
I'm not your stupid son anymore.
Go to the principal and explain
why you're late for my class!
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