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I don't know.

I wanted...

...if anyone had seen my son...

...or knew how...

- What was his name?

- Where was he sitting?

They said he was in 21C.

That was right behind me.

Did he have red hair?

Yes. Kind of reddish brown.

- Tall man?

- Six feet.

And a moustache?

Yes.

You mean me.

Remember? We talked at the hospital.

We were on the other side of the plane.

Sorry.

Since it happened, I get confused.

Anyone else remember that row?

They were smashed flat.

Can anyone else help?

Go ahead, say something.

- Anyone else have information?

- Stop it.

Just let her go.

Why?

This isn't doing anybody any good.

She only wants to know what happened.

My son died.

Yes, but you know how he died.

You were with him.

When was the last time you saw your son?

His birthday, about a month before.

I don't remember kissing him good-bye.

I know I did, but I just can't remember.

You're very young.

I'm not young.

How old was your boy?

He was almost two.

I'm sorry.

He wasn't with you very long.

Jesus Christ!

This is sadistic.

And we're not accomplishing anything!

Do you remember me?

I'm Lisa. The flight attendant.

I really wanted to see you.

I came here mostly to see you.

I think about you and your baby a lot.

Do you remember how I tried to help you

with the seat belt?

Help me?

You told me everything would be okay.

You think you helped me?

Well, I tried.

Tried!

You told me to hold him. I couldn't.

You told me everything would be okay.

It wasn't!

Please, don't say that.

I didn't...

I didn't know!

You didn't know what?

Please.

You told me to hold him.

- You knew I couldn't!

- It's not my fault!

We're not here to blame each other.

You said everything would be okay...

...and it wasn't!

He died!

You want everybody to talk.

But only if it's nice things.

No, that's not true.

My son died!

And blaming her won't bring

your baby back.

Of course they think it's fair.

So what? What do you think?

I'm being f***ed.

The big law firms are getting

much more for their clients.

I'll get another lawyer.

Mr. Brillstein, I heard a woman got

$2 million for her dead baby.

I think I should get at least that.

I'll call you. I'll call you every day.

Good-bye.

You have to understand...

...they owe us. They kill them

and they have to pay.

You don't understand a f***ing thing!

I understand, Manny.

I understand that I'm alone.

So, pain and suffering are compensabLe.

Apart from the other compensable losses

such as...

...the $2-million Nutty Nick stores contract.

We didn't have a contract.

- Whose side are you on?

- Relax.

Don't tell me to relax. You have a husband

and a partnership insurance.

I have...

...a deposition from...

...Mr. Nutty Nick...

...that he had every intention...

...of hiring Mr. Gordon and Mr. Klein.

That's good enough.

He's lying.

It's nice, but he's lying.

All right.

Do me a favor.

Don't say that.

They don't have to know your opinion,

okay?

Work with me on this, Mr. Klein.

I'm sorry.

You promised to do your best

for Mrs. Gordon and her children.

You get a third of what we get?

I know. I'm terrible.

One-third is standard, Mr. Klein.

It's in my interest to get

as large a settlement as possible.

In fact, that's my job.

I don't apologize for it.

No, this is America in the '90s.

Nobody apologizes anymore.

They write a memoir.

This is the law. Not some trick I invented.

Each minute that you and Mr. Gordon

knew that you were going to die...

...is compensable as pain and suffering.

Testify...

...to the mental anguish...

...that you and Mr. Gordon experienced...

...and each minute is worth dollars.

Big dollars. Dollars to which

you and Mrs. Gordon are entitled.

What you really want me to say...

...is that Jeff wept at the prospect

of his wife widowed and kids orphaned.

It's a shame he died instantly.

If only he'd been mashed up and died...

...slowly in my arms, Nan...

Jesus, Max!

...could make out on this.

Fine. Good night.

Are you ashamed of me?

I'm trying to get money, so I don't meet

your standards of widowhood?

Let me ask you something.

If Jeff was here, what would he do?

Come on, Max, tell me.

I can't lie.

If you died and he had lived, what would

he say to help Laura and Jonah?

I know he ripped you off for the tickets.

Maybe!

Maybe he'd pay him back.

Are you punishing Jeff?

I'll say what you want.

Let it go.

I can Let it go.

I can't live as a coward.

Oh, f***.

So I argued that it wasn't fair to us

and he agreed.

He just said, "Life is unfair."

So now the test's next week

and it's on Europe, not Central America.

I think he proved his own point.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

What'd you do today, Dad?

Go ahead.

Tell him.

What? What'd you do?

Talk to me.

Tell me what's going on.

Talk to me!

Each day you have to jump off a roof

or stand before a train to lose your fear?

Is that it?

What about me?

What about Jonah?

- You're like a crazy person.

- I'm not crazy.

I love you. We have lived together

for 16 years!

They've been great.

Oh, not always.

Yes. Always.

They've always been great for me.

Even when I hate you, I know love you.

I know you were happy too.

Remember?

Do you remember our marriage?

Even if I could remember, then what?

How can I live in a memory?

You see, that's cruel.

- Do you know that's cruel?

- That's the truth.

The truth?

You didn't tell Jonah the truth.

It was unfair to use him that way.

Fair?

Am I supposed to let you kill yourself?

I walked away from that crash alive.

That's what survived.

The taste and touch and beauty of life.

But I love that.

- I won't give that up!

- I don't want you to give it up!

Let me in.

Let me be part of it.

You can't.

- I wish I'd been on that plane.

- I'm grateful you weren't.

You don't make sense. You said

it was extraordinary, so beautiful.

You're right. I don't make sense

and I don't want to.

I know that what you found is...

...special, whatever it is,

and wherever it leads you, it's thrilling.

But there must be a way...

...to live with it so it does make sense.

I'm going to survive this.

I can't fight for you anymore. You want

to destroy yourself? I can't stop you.

I hope you make it.

You been dreaming a lot?

- You bet.

- Me too.

Were you alone on the plane?

No, I was with my best friend. My partner.

He was decapitated.

You saw him?

I should be going.

Thanks for coming.

You know, if...

If Manny has any interest

in doing carpentry full time...

...I could talk to some people.

They'd be happy to work

with somebody like him.

Don't talk about my husband.

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

I'm angry with him, that's all.

Don't look so scared.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared of anything.

Scared to kiss me.

I just did kiss you.

I mean, for real.

I didn't want to offend you.

You're right.

I don't want to be kissed.

I don't want anything.

But I do want to go with you

next time you take a drive.

I'm missing it.

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