Mrs. Winterbourne Page #4

- It says, "How'd it go?"

- You're still mad at him.

I had to take responsibility.

He got a woman pregnant and married

her. That's more than most would do.

- That woman would be you, right?

- Yeah, sure.

So, are you hungry?

- I am supposed to buy you lunch.

- Yeah.

Hi.

- Hello.

- Hi.

The wine list.

- Wait a sec.

- How long has that been there?

It's been there since I met you.

I must look silly.

- No, you could use some silly.

- You think so?

Shouldn't you be getting back?

I've already blown off

the afternoon appointments.

Mind if we walk around more?

No, I don't mind at all. Hang on.

There you go.

The first time I was here,

Paco brought us.

In the 4th grade and me and Hugh

were bombing history.

He said, "You wanna know history,

you gotta go where it happened."

Why Paco?

Why didn't your dad bring you?

Well, let's see.

That was when Father

was away on business mostly.

Our childhood, it's called.

Paco goes into the gift shop

and buys us these...

paper minuteman hats.

And a couple of those guns,

those muskets.

We went nuts!

We take off, go through this park...

through traffic.

He's screaming in Spanish.

He's going, "Look both ways!

Look both ways!"

We came barreling down here.

We had such a good time.

Hugh runs ahead of me.

He's Revere, and I'm a Redcoat...

and he's screaming,

"My brother's coming!"

You miss him.

He was a delightful guy.

He didn't have any problems

because he didn't want to.

It was that easy for him.

Oh, can we go in?

It's my mom.

I wanna put this on a chain.

- Of course.

- Okay.

May I?

- There we go.

- It's nice, but it's so expensive.

Didn't Mom give you the account?

Yeah, but she just shoves

this checkbook at me.

Then write a check.

It'll be your first.

I'm glad I was here for it.

There you go. Oh, darn it!

I wrote the wrong date.

- Let me write another.

- Of course.

Mother, we need to talk.

Tyson. What brings you here?

Grace asked me to make a new will

to include her daughter.

- She has?

- Yeah.

- You can't.

- Billy, don't start.

I found out something about Patricia.

- You're investigating her?

- Mother.

- Can we talk later?

- Hi. You wanted to see me?

Patricia, this is my attorney, Ty Winthrop.

Don't hold it against me.

I've decided to change my will

to include you and your son.

What?

- I don't want you to do that!

- Why not?

It's not right.

- But you're family.

- Don't put my name on that thing!

That's not what I came here for.

Tell her she's crazy.

What about your son?

I know you want the best for Hughie.

So do I.

Don't you see? That's why I'm here.

I mean, I'm here because of you.

And you.

Because you took us in.

Not because of the money!

I'm not here for the money!

My God, of course not!

And no one thinks that.

Does any one here think that?

Please. Maybe it sounds crazy,

but I don't want you to sign it!

Well, it's my money

and I want to sign it.

In fact, I wanna sign it

more now than before.

- You had something to tell me?

- No.

- Mrs. Winterbourne?

- Yeah?

I'm sorry. It's Paco.

It was the pool repair man.

Paco thought it was true love.

I could tell the bastard

was out for a good time.

All right.

- What'll you do?

- Get him out.

I can't believe...

Come on.

Give me your hand. Let's go.

- Come on.

- I'll lead.

And he was a lousy tile man too.

See? Come right off.

What's he singing?

- Don't you know the tango?

- No.

I taught my boys the tango...

so they could woo all the women.

Woo the women!

She's a women!

Woo her!

Really, I'm such an old fart.

No. Come on, we'll make a Paco taco.

Hi, Mrs. W. She's a nice girl.

Don't you think so?

- You dance with the girl.

- I'll dance. Good night.

Night.

- Music!

- Paco!

Dance!

Tango!

Tango!

Tango!

I don't know what's going on,

but I feel good.

So... good night.

Good night.

I just remembered.

I don't live here. I live...

somewhere else.

Did I say good night? Night.

I parked the car out front, not out back.

I'm gonna have to get

the car out front.

I do not understand men.

You and me both, honey.

- What do you think of her?

- She's terrific.

I think I think so too.

I think I like her.

Is that okay? I mean,

she's my brother's widow, maybe.

Maybe not.

But we can leave that for now.

Shouldn't I be feeling guilty?

- I don't know what I'm feeling.

- Happy?

Could be. Could be happy.

Could be an aneurism.

Is this wrong?

Worried what Hugh would think?

Look...

whatever went on,

he wanted you to be happy.

Really.

Has someone been smoking in here?

Don't tell Paco, please.

I'll never hear the end of it.

Give me that.

You know you shouldn't be doing that.

So, how's it going with you two?

- Nothing special.

- I see.

Got some mail.

Your old friends are looking you up.

- What's wrong? Bad news?

- No, no. Junk mail.

- That's too bad.

- Would you excuse me?

Certainly.

Don't cry. It's okay.

Someone knows about us.

Everything's gonna work out fine.

Don't laugh. Mommy's in denial.

It's all she's got.

It was pretty good while

it lasted, cookie.

We weren't stupid enough to think

it would last forever.

That's about everything. Let's change

you and we're out of here.

Hi.

Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, I gotta go.

I've worn out my welcome.

I don't think so.

I think you're still welcome.

Is it my fault?

Is this about the other night?

The kiss?

You thought I came on to you.

That was a brother-in-law kiss.

These are for Mom.

You can't go.

There're things I gotta take care of.

I thought you said you didn't have family.

I don't.

Do you have a job?

A home?

All right, you've made a decision.

I respect that.

As a businessman,

I have to make decisions.

I like to think up a list

of pros and cons.

Why don't we do that?

Make a list, call it

column A, column B.

Column A is going, column B staying.

Column A:
If you leave us,

you will have:

No family, no money.

You won't take our money.

You have nowhere to go.

I'll write in "nothing."

In Column B, which is staying.

If you stay, you're gonna have

a comfortable home...

somewhere to raise a child.

Write that down.

You'll have a mother who loves you...

a butler who loves you.

How many people can say that?

- And me who loves you.

- What?

Don't interrupt. Where was I? Me.

Me asking you to marry him.

I put that on top of the list.

Oh, God.

Or I could just take

it off altogether.

No problem. Easily done.

Let's recap, shall we?

Here we have column B.

Security, home, love.

Weighed up against column A. Nothing.

Tough decision, that one.

Wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.

- Did you just ask me to marry you?

- Kind of.

Sh*t.

I imagined the moment

would be just like this.

Don't answer now. Say yes tomorrow.

These really were for you.

Do you mind if I step

into your office?

Do me a favor. Can you talk to her?

She listens to you.

Tell her we're gonna

have a great time.

I'll take you to ball games.

We'll watch the Red Sox.

It'll be a bonding sort of thing.

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