Same Kind of Different as Me

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It's quite a home, isn't it?

15,000 square feet

of overpriced art

and big ol' bathtubs.

I know it's ridiculous,

but I love it.

After all, I'm from Texas.

We tend to like things big

down here.

This is my home.

And you probably can't tell

it's broken.

There's a story behind that.

One that begins and ends

with a girl I married.

Debbie hall.

A girl with a heart so big

that Texas can't even hold it.

So I'm gonna try

to write it all down.

Hopefully make some sense

out of how I got here.

Problem is,

I've never written anything.

I'm not an author.

I'm an art dealer.

Hello?

Julio?

Hello?

You must be

Mr. hall.

No. No, no, no.

Just call me Ron.

Okay, Ron.

I'm Willow,

Julio's assistant.

Your drive up okay?

Yeah,

drive out was fine.

Good.

So, Julio tells me

you're an author.

Oh, he did, did he?

Yeah.

Oh.

So what kind of book

are you writing?

That's a good question.

Is it a true story?

Yeah, very.

Uh, I have to get that.

It's revival season.

You see that path

over there?

Thank you.

Well, if you change your mind,

follow the bells.

Where is he?

That was him on the phone.

He's late, as usual.

Ay, ay, ay.

Always forever

the perfectionist.

I always thought

this was the saddest painting

I'd ever seen in my life.

You gave it to me for free,

and now he's worth

a million dollars.

Hmm.

It's not worth

a million dollars?

No. No, it is. I just...

Just not sure

what a million dollars

is worth anymore.

Are you okay?

Well, I made it here.

Yes, you did.

Ah.

Oh, this. What is this?

It ain't a Rembrandt.

Oh, yes, this is, um,

just before you tricked me

into eating bull's balls.

They're called calf fries,

and I seem to recall

you loved them.

Yes, I did.

Yes, you did.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. You can have

any bedroom in the house, okay?

Except the one

that I'm sleeping in.

Now get to writing

that book of yours,

and I'll leave you alone.

Oh, it's done?

Well--

is that off or crooked?

Uh--

better.

No, down. Yeah.

I still don't know why

it needed restoring, but...

Is it different?

Oh, it seems like

it was better before.

Oh.

Maybe I like

the way time treated it,

like you could see

its history

or something.

Well, everything just needs

a little touch up and Polish

once in a while.

I gotta get

out to north Dallas.

I'm supposed to sell a Remington

to a crazy old lady, all right?

I'll see you

at the gala tonight?

Yeah.

Kids are coming, right?

Right.

Don't let them back out, Debbie.

It's important.

I know it's important.

Well, it is, Debbie.

I know.

Hey, you all know my definition

of modern art.

You take a canvas,

you throw a little paint on it,

you wipe it off with a rag,

you throw out the canvas,

and you sell the rag.

You know that's true.

- You know that's true.

- It is true.

That's why

i only deal in the classics

and you all have

my telephone number.

I do wanna thank you, though,

for coming out here tonight

to support

fort worth art in public places.

This is an important cause

for all of us.

We couldn't do this without

your decency, your kindness,

and, of course, your generosity.

That means I'm gonna ask you

for more donations later.

Thank you for coming down.

Have a good time tonight.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

Good job, dad.

Thanks.

Hey.

I always say

give till it hurts.

Well, that's what I said.

I was trying to say it

like you, give till it hurts.

How are you, dear?

Okay, listen,

i want you to tell everybody

how good I was.

You guys have fun.

Hey.

Come on.

It can't be that bad being

the prettiest girl at the ball.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What is it?

Dad, this is your life.

It's not mine.

Hey, Ron.

Can I speak to you for a moment?

Hey, susie,

how are you?

Hi.

Good to see you.

Martin told me

about your friend.

Wh-- what are--

what are you talking about?

If you don't tell Debbie,

i will.

-Nineteen years!

-Yes, we've been married

19 years.

-And?

-And it doesn't mean

what it should!

-What does that mean?

-Well, we don't share

the same life.

We don't share anything!

Course we do.

And you know it.

We don't. We--

we haven't been intimate

in two years.

We haven't been intimate

in two years!

No, we haven't

slept together in two years!

We haven't been intimate

in ten years!

We haven't been intimate

in ten--

yeah, so what was I supposed

to do with that?

What were you supposed

to do with that?

What are we supposed

to do with this ?

Ronnie.

Ronnie?

Mm-hmm?

I'm only gonna ask this once,

so please don't lie to me, okay?

Yeah?

Is there anything else

that you haven't told me?

Painting's a fake.

I didn't have it restored.

I had it copied.

Sold the original.

You gave that to me

for our anniversary.

A dealer offered me

a lot of money for it.

So...

I took it.

Not proud of it, but...

Just trying to be honest,

so, I'm sorry.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's her number?

Hi.

This is Debbie.

I'm Ron's wife.

Please don't hang up.

Are you there?

I just want you to know

that I don't blame you

and I forgive you.

And I hope

that you will find someone

who truly loves you

like Ron and i

used to love each other.

If we can find that again,

you won't be hearing

from my husband anymore.

Okay. Goodbye.

You can leave.

You can go.

Or...

You choose.

I-- I choose you.

Somebody once said,

"all men make mistakes,

but married men

find out about them sooner."

Over the next few months,

Debbie and I worked hard

to regain what we had lost.

My greatest failure

was betraying my wife.

But that didn't stop

her big old heart from

granting me a second chance.

Course, she didn't want

an apology that included

fur coats or diamond rings.

It wouldn't be that easy.

She was gonna make me pay

with my hands.

Then it happened again.

I had another dream

last night.

Yeah? Was it a good one,

or was it about me?

No.

It was about a poor wise man

who changes the city.

And I saw his face.

Turn here.

Here?

Well, where you taking me?

I don't think

we wanna go down here.

Hon--

in my dream,

i saw beautiful flowers

and trees everywhere.

Can't you just see that

happening here?

Flower boxes.

No trash in the gutters.

Just a peaceful place where

the people here know they matter

as much as the ones on

the other side of that tunnel.

Honey, we're a little

turned around here.

Okay?

Can you pull over

right there?

I'm gonna back-- huh?

Pull over right there.

Here?

Yeah, there.

Here?

Right here.

What are we doing here?

It'll be fine.

Maybe I should

put the top up?

Come on.

As I live and breathe.

Debbie.

Oh, hi.

-Good to see you again.

-You too, Jim.

And you must be the hubby

she's always talking about.

-I'm chef Jim.

-Yeah. Ronald.

Well, time's a-wasting.

Follow me.

We're about ready to start.

Oh, good.

Hi.

Thank you.

Oh. I got these.

Thank you.

You been here before?

Mm-hmm.

Dropped off some clothes

and things we don't need

over the years.

Okay, well...

Now we know why you're dreaming

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