The Blind Side Page #5

didn't care what happened in the past.

You're right.

Excuse me?

"You're right?"

How'd those words taste

coming out of your mouth?

Like vinegar.

At least promise me you'll think about it.

All right.

"All right" you'll think about it or

"all right" we should do it?

Is there a difference?

Just tell Gerald to hold on to the chiffonier

and I will be by there after awhile.

You don't...

I got to call you back. Bye.

Excuse me.

I'm not cutting, I'm just asking.

Let me tell you something, all right?

We've been sitting around here

for over an hour

and when i look around

and all I see

is people shooting the bull

and drinking coffee.

Who runs this place?

Well, I'd have it in shape in two days,

I can tell you that.

I'd bet you would.

How can I help you?

- Oh, he was first.

- No, you go ahead.

- I think I want to hear this

- Me too.

I do not appreciate

the attitude.

Ma'am,

now you can tell me what you want

or I'll make sure you wait all day.

Now how can I help you?

I'd like to become

a legal guardian.

Lord help that child.

There's very little on Michael.

Most of his files have been lost.

- What is in there?

- A few case notes.

This one describes an incident where

officers forcibly removed Michael

from Denise Oher's care

when Michael was seven.

Quite a scene evidently.

They had to split up the kids.

And it's far from the worst.

Where is she? His mother?

I dunno, if you find her we got

a hep more files we could add to.

- How many kids does she have?

- At least a dozen, probably.

If not more.

With her drug arrest record

my guess would be

she can't even remember.

May I see that?

So we would need her permission, right?

No. Michael is a ward of the state.

Just apply and get a judge

to sign off on it.

So you would just give him away

without even telling his mother?

Mrs. Oher?

Hi.

Mrs. Oher?

- You from the state?

- No.

My name is Leigh Anne Tuohy

and your son Michael lives with me.

And my family.

How is my boy? How's big Mike?

He's fine. He's doing real well.

We might have some wine

in the kitchen, if you...

Oh, no, no, no.

That's real kind.

When did you last see Michael?

I don't know.

How many foster kids you got

living with you?

Oh, I'm not a foster parent to Michael.

We were just helping him out.

- State don't pay you nothing?

- No.

And you feed him?

You buy him clothes, too?

Well, when we can find them in his size.

You a fine Christian lady.

Well I try to be.

This is all real nice

what you're doing,

but don't be surprised if one day

you wake up and he gone.

- What do you mean?

- He's a "runner."

That's what the state called him

after they took him from me.

Every foster home they sent him to,

he'd slip out the window at night

and come looking for me.

No matter where I was that boy would

come find me, take care of me.

I've had some health problems.

Mrs. Oher, was Michael born

under a different name?

Proctor. That was his Daddy's last name.

- Where is he?

- I ain't seen him since he left.

And when was that?

Week after was Mike born?

Do you happen to have his birth certificate?

It's all right. I'll figure it out.

Mrs. Oher, you'll always

be Michael's Mama.

Would you like to see him?

No. Not this way.

It's Williams.

His last name is Williams.

Couldn't even remember

who the boy's father is.

The colors are better, the graphic is bright.

It's awesome!

Michael, we have something

we'd like to ask you.

What?

Leigh Anne and I, we...

Well...

We'd like to become your legal guardians.

What's that mean?

What it means is, is that we want to know

if you'd like to become

a part of this family?

I kinda thought I already was.

Well all right then.

Right here.

We got a couple of steps.

- Watch your big foot.

- One more.

One more. There we go.

All right. Take off the blindfold.

Well, that's the one you wanted,

isn't it?

Here. Here you go.

Go ahead. Take it for a ride. Go on.

- Can I go too?

- Yeah.

Michael? Be careful.

Shotgun!

- He wanted a truck?!

- Michael thinks he's a redneck.

Come on, Michael!

Okay. See, you're the ketchup, here

at left tackle. On the weak side.

The first play is simple. "Gap."

Now, see, dishes means you're going

to block whoever is in front of you,

or on your inside shoulder if you're not

covered by a defender.

Now, I'll be the running back and you

show me what you're supposed to do.

Ready.... Hike!

You block him, you hit him,

quarterback will hand it off,

he gets the ball and...

Open lane to the end zone.

All there is to it.

What's going on here?!

Player Spice just scored.

We're going through the playbook.

Michael got moved to offense.

Yeah. Well, when you're done, please,

put the players back in the spice cabinet.

- Thank you.

- No problem.

Oh, actually, Mom, we were

kinda waiting for you.

You see, the new Madden game came out

and me and Michael wanted to go get it.

I can't, baby. I've got a meeting

in ten minutes

But he can drive!

He can drive us.

Oh, yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

- What do you know about this?

- I know a lot about this!

- All right, show me something.

- I'll show you something, all right?

I'll start it. Follow my lead.

- Ready?

- Yes.

# Next days function,

high class luncheon #

# Food is served

and you're stone cold munchin' #

# Music comes on,

people start to dance #

# But then you ate so much

you nearly split your pants #

# A girl starts walkin,

guys start gawkin' #

# Sits down next to you

and starts talkin' #

# Says she wanna dance

;cause she likes the groove #

# So come on fatso

and just bust a move #

# If you want it, you've got it #

# if you want it baby you got it #

# If you want it, you've got it #

# if you want it baby you got it #

This is not a $40.000 Oushak,

Omeed.

You're crazy, Leigh Anne!

The borders are different widths.

They've been altered.

We'll give you seventeen tops, all right?

Hello?

Hey, whoa, whoa, ma'am.

Ma'am, check it.

Those are my kids. Those are my kids!

Oh my God!

- It will be okay.

- Where are they?

I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry.

Oh my God!

- Michael, you okay?

- I'm fine. SJ!

- Michael, you're all right?

- Go help SJ!

I'm so sorry - so sorry!

Excuse me, ma'am?

SJ! SJ!

- Mom?

- Yes, baby?

Do you think the blood will come

out of my shirt?

Yes, I think the blood will come

out of your shirt.

Ma'am, an airbag deploys

at 200 miles an hour.

Your son's too small to sit

in the front seat.

But he is okay, right?

Busted lip, bruised face.

Usually when someone his size

gets the airbag

it's fractured faces, a broken neck.

Maybe worse.

Like the air bag was coming for him

then changed direction.

Like defective or something like that.

Your son's very, very lucky.

No idea. I called the insurence.

He's fine. He's fine!

I'll talk to you later.

I got to go. Bye.

SJ's fine.

He is. He's actually enjoying all

the attention he's getting back there.

Hey, Michael. Could happen to anyone,

all right? It's not your fault.

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