The Blind Side Page #4

- Sure.

Lord knows that school

could use a little color.

Michael's like a fly in milk

in that place.

Are you listening to me?

I try to concentrate on one...

thing... at a time.

You knew I was a multi-tasker

when you married me, right?

- I sure did.

- All right. Okay. Let's check it.

Okay. Tuohy family.

Big smiles everyone!

And, one , two, three...

Michael! Michael come over here

and get in the next one.

Come on. Come on. Come on down.

Oh, come on. It's not like I'm gonna

put it on the Christmas card.

Okay, let's scootch in a little tighter.

That's good.

Really big smiles.

Okay, one, two three... say Rebels!

"Rebels"

I got it.

- Who's winning?

- Tennessee.

- Who are they playing?

- Clemson.

Your mom roots against Tennessee

no matter who they play?

Oh, yes, I do. With gusto.

She can't stand Tennessee.

Collie-bell, I thought you were

going over to your boyfriend's?

I thought I'd hang around here today.

I like that.

Hey, baby. There's a coupla messages

on the machine but I didn't check 'em.

All right.

Hey, Sean, hey, Leigh Anne,

It's cousin Bobby. Happy New Years!

Listen, I've had about five cold ones...

- Of course you heve - So I'm...

I'm just gonna go ahead and ask...

Ya'll know there's a colored boy

in your Christmas Card?

What?

You just looked teeny-tiny next to him.

Right? Like Jessica Lange and King Kong.

Hey, does Michael get the family discount

at Taco Bell?

Because if he does Sean's gonna lose

a few stores.

He's a great kid.

Well, I say make it official

and just adopt him.

He's gonna be eighteen

in a few months.

Doesn't really make much sense

to legally adopt.

Leigh Anne, is this some

sort of white guilt thing?

What will your daddy say?

Umm... before or after he turns over

in his grave?

Daddy's been gone five years Elaine,

make matters worse you were

at the funeral.

Remember? You were Chanel

and that awful black hat.

Look, here's the deal.

I don't need y'all to approve

my choices, all right?

But I do ask that you respect them.

You've no idea what this boy's

been through.

And If this is going to be

some running diatribe

I can find an overpriced salad

a lot closer to home.

Leigh Anne, I'm so sorry.

We didn't intend to---

No. We didn't really.

I think, what you're doing is so great.

To open up your home... to him.

Honey, you're changing that boy's life.

No.

He's changing mine.

That's awesome for you,

but what about Collins?

What about Collins?

Aren't you worried, I mean,

even just a little?

He's a boy, a large, black boy,

sleeping under the same roof.

Shame on you.

I've got this.

Be honest with me, okay?

Does Michael being here make

you uncomfortable?

They're stupid kids,

who cares what they say.

What kids?

At school.

They're juvenile.

And what do they juvenile kids say?

It's really not worth repeating.

And don't worry about SJ;

he likes all the attention.

He introduces Michael

as his big brother.

- What about you?

- It's fine.

I mean, you can't just throw him

out on the street.

I can make other arrangements.

- Hi, Mike.

- Hi.

- Need a push?

-Yeah.

Higher, Mike! Higher!

Higher!

Higher!

Don't look down.

Don't look down!

- Where are you going?

- Collins?

Quit looking at me like that.

I mean, we study together at home.

You know how much those things weigh?

This kid's gonna make us all famous.

Easy, Burt, man.

It's only the spring

he hasn't even been through

his first practice yet.

No. He's a player.

Ready.

Get down, son.

Get down in your stance.

In your stance!

Go!

Mike! Son!

You fought off the block and then

you wanna shuck - shuck the blocker.

Right? Shuck him!

All right? Let's go!

Papa?

How's he doing?

Doesn't quite get

the hang of it yet.

Hey, Mike. Son...

Shuck the blocker. Don't hold him!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No.

Balloons! There are balloons!

Guys, quit looking at the balloons.

Everybody.

Most kids from bad situations

can't wait to be violent

and that comes out on the field.

This kid, he acts like he doesn't want

to hit anyone.

He's Ferdinand the Bull.

- What?

- Nothing.

I thought sure he was gonna be a player.

I can't believe I used up my chits

to get him in school.

I thought you said it was

your Christian duty?

Look, Burt. He's never even played before.

And he won't this fall if he doesn't

improve a lot before then.

Who died and made him Bear Bryant?

Unbelievable!

Oh, God bless me.

This is your summer workout sheet.

Now, first it says to warm up

and get loose.

Go ahead, get loose.

Are you loose?

Okay, next it's five one hundred yard runs

to stretch out your legs.

Let's go home,

play some video games.

Look, everybody at Wingate is expecting

you to be a star football player.

You don't want to let

them down, do you?

I dunno.

What about Dad and Mom?

'Cause you see, in our family

everyone's an athlete.

Dad was a basketball star,

Collins plays volleyball

and runs track.

And me, as you know, I do it all.

And Mom...

Mom was a cheerleader,

which doesn't exactly count

but don't tell her I said that.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

...fifty, fifty-one,

fifty-two, fifty-three...

Come on and get it!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on. Five seconds left in the game!

Just like!

Just like!

High knees, high knees, high knees!

baby.

Run like the wind!

Go, Michael, go!

...ninety-eight, nine,

one hundred.

Move your feet! Move your feet!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Go. There you go.

Get on the tackle!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on, Michael!

Mrs. Tuohy?

I hear "Mrs. Tuohy" I look over my

shoulder for my mother-in-law.

Call me Leigh Anne or Mama

or almost anything else.

- Can you help me get something?

- What?

Driver's license.

Why do you need a driver's license

when you don't even have a car?

Michael, why do you want

a driver's license?

Something to carry.

With my name on it.

There's no one by the name of

Michael Oher in the system.

Another last name perhaps?

Look, I will sign something

that says he lives with us

and we'll pay for all the insurence;

whatever it takes, okay?

What's it gonna take?

- You wanna do what?!

- You heard me.

- Shouldn't we at least talk about this?

- What do you think we're doing?

And don't act like I'm going

behind your back.

I know you put us down as Michael's

medical contact at school.

There's a huge difference between

paying for broken arm

and being legally responsible

for someone.

I mean a kid we barely know.

That's another thing. We need

to find out more about his past.

He won't talk about it.

He's like an onion,

you have to peel him back

a layer at a time.

Not if you use a knife.

What if we took him to a child

psychologist or something?

- Do you really expect Big Mike---

- "Michael"

You really expect Michael to lie down

on a coach and talk about his childhood

like he's Woody Allen or something?

I mean, Michael's gift

is his ability to forget.

He's mad at no one and he really

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