Regarding Henry Page #6

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Thank you.

Sh*t!

You can't let them

hurt you, those people.

They don't know you anymore.

Darling...

I'm not going to work today.

Sit.

Henry.

I invited someone over.

Bradley.

Oh, dinner.

Thanks.

So... what's up?

I thought I could go back

to my life, but...

I don't like

who I was, Bradley.

I- I don't fit in.

I got bad knees.

What?

My knees, they're bad.

Ask me why.

Why?

Football.

Wrecked them both

playing college football.

Man, it was my life.

Football, what else was there?

Not jack sh*t.

Homecoming, right?

That son of a b*tch

threw a perfect spiral,

and I caught it... boom.

Right out of the sky.

I had the moment.

When that safety hit me,

and I felt my knees pop,

I knew that was it.

Game over. Forget it.

I was dead.

My life was over, Hank.

Now ask me if I mind

having bad knees?

Do you mind...?

No. No way.

It was a test.

I had to find a life.

The therapist that

helped me walk again?

He was so cool.

I thought, "That's

what I want to do. "

When I told some of my buddies,

they laughed right in my face.

Called me a nurse.

Bought me white dresses

and sh*t.

But check it out.

You're walking.

You're talking.

You're sitting here drinking

some pretty expensive damn beer.

I had something

to do with that.

If it weren't for my knees,

I'd never have met you.

So no, I don't mind

having bad knees, no.

Let me tell you something, Hank.

Don't listen to nobody

trying to tell you who you are.

It might take a while,

but you'll figure yourself out.

Thanks.

It'd be a great story

if we'd won the game.

Yeah, hi, this is

Rachel Turner's father.

I want to talk

to Rachel, please.

Well, I'm not sure

it's an emergency,

but I just got this letter

from her, and she's...

m- miserable.

Yeah, but she just sounds

so sad.

I just thought I could,

I don't know,

cheer her up

a little or something.

Yeah, I see. Uh-huh.

Okay, yeah.

I'll-I'll call back,

um, after 6:
00.

Thank you.

This is for you, Mr. Henry.

Oh.

Thanks.

I'm going to miss you,

Mr. Henry.

I like you

much better now.

"Enjoy your new home.

Your friend and partner, Bruce. "

"Sarah, I need you... now.

"Feel you...

"against me.

"Call me tonight.

Bruce. "

Henry, you back here?

We closed.

It's ours.

The house

is officially ours.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Henry.

It happened before?

Oh, God, please...

Before I was shot?

You slept with Bruce before?

It didn't last.

He kept writing to me,

but it didn't last.

Everything was different.

You were different.

I don't remember

what I was like, Sarah!

Listen to me.

Don't walk away.

We were miserable.

You don't remember,

but I do.

I was lonely.

We were in love once,

years ago,

and then we weren't,

not for a long time.

But we're better now.

Please don't walk away.

Not now.

Well, I would like to.

Could you do that?

You could?

I think that would be

perfect.

Wait a minute,

I'll call you back.

Please.

Please.

Talk to me.

Taxi!

Afternoon.

I followed you.

Bruce doesn't know I'm here.

Look, I...

I don't have anything to say.

I think we should talk.

Well, I don't.

Bruce was right,

you are different.

You shouldn't take it all out

on him.

He's been a good friend to you.

After the accident,

Bruce took over your cases.

He took care of things.

He sure did.

Bruce is so humiliated.

He's humiliated?

Look, Linda, I know Bruce

is a friend of yours and I...

I know that you mean well,

but this...

this is not a good time for me.

Henry this isn't any fun

for me either.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about us.

You're not the only one

who lost in this.

I lost, too.

I lost the one man I ever loved.

And it was you, Henry.

It's hard to see you every day

in the office...

and you don't know me.

This was our hotel.

Every Tuesday and Thursday

at the Ritz.

But...

Ritz.

You were going to leave Sarah

for me.

And now it's gone.

No...

It's all gone.

Henry?

No...

Mrs. Matthews?

May I help...?

What are you doing here?

You remember me.

We remember you,

Mr. Turner.

I came to apologize.

Are you kidding me?

No, I'm serious.

Um...

Just give that to your lawyer.

What's this?

Your husband did tell the nurse

that-that he was diabetic.

It-it's all in there.

I'm sorry.

Why?

I changed.

I guess.

Bye.

Hi, Ann.

Mr. Turner,

he's in a meeting.

It's okay.

Got to go.

Jesus Christ.

Excuse me.

Charlie, I just came

to say good-bye.

Fine, Henry.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Uh... no, Charlie.

I can't be a lawyer anymore.

Thank you.

You've been really good to me.

Just wait.

We'll talk about this.

I can't wait.

Good-bye.

Well, good luck.

Mr. Cameron.

I have the Matthews' lawyer

on line three.

Good luck to you too,

Charlie.

Good-bye, Jessica.

Mr. Turner, what happened?

Well...

I had enough, so I said "when. "

Good for you.

Bye.

Good-bye, Linda.

I know this great

blowfish place.

Henry...

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

You were right.

Things were different.

Oh, Henry.

There's something

I need to tell you.

What is it?

I don't like my clothes.

Maybe they used

to be my favorites,

but I don't feel

comfortable in them anymore.

We'll get you new clothes.

I'm not done.

Eggs.

I don't like eggs.

Or steak.

And, Sarah...

I hate being a lawyer.

I quit

and I told Charlie good-bye.

Whatever you want is fine.

I want us to be a family.

For as long as we can, Sarah.

For as long as we can.

I love you.

Oh, I love you, too.

I did like those mallomars,

though.

And you're all learning

what that means

when you ask yourself,

"Why do I push myself?

"Why do I strive to be

a harder worker?

A better listener?"

Well, look around you.

There are the answers

to those questions.

Competition.

Everyone, close your eyes.

Repeat to yourself silently:

"I will work harder. "

"I will listen better. "

Buddy?

You taught Buddy to sit.

Mr. Turner.

We're in the middle

of a session.

I know.

I'm... I'm sorry to interrupt.

I...

I missed her first 11 years,

and...

and-and I don't want to miss

anymore.

It's good to see you doing

so well, Mr. Turner.

Thank you.

Excuse us.

Come on, honey.

Let's go home.

Hi, honey.

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