The Blind Side Page #9

went to Ole Miss.

He played basketball.

And Mrs. Tuohy went to Ole Miss as well.

She was a cheerleader.

Is it safe to say that Ole Miss

is their favorite school?

Did they like any other Universities?

What about, say Tennessee?

No. They can't stand Tennessee.

- And your tutor...

- Miss Sue.

Miss Sue.

Miss Sue is an Ole Miss grad, too.

Miss Sue ever tried to persuade you

to attend Ole Miss?

Did you know that the Tuohys make

generous donations to Ole Miss?

That even Miss Sue makes donations?

That the Tuohys, they have

a condo in Oxford

so they can attend as many

athletic events as possible?

That, in fact, Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy

are by our definition... "boosters."

Mr. Oher.

Mr. Oher?

Do you understand...

Do you know, why am I here?

To... investigate.

Yes. To investigate.

I'm here to investigate your odd...

predicament.

Do you find it odd?

Your predicament?

Michael?...

I dunno.

Can I... can I leave now?

No. You can't.

- What do you want, ma'am?

- I want the facts!

- I need the truth.

- I didn't lie!

- And I want to know what you think

about all this. - THINK ABOUT WHAT?!

The NCAA fears that with your recruitment

a door might be opened -

that boosters from lots

of schools in the south

will become legal guardians of

young athletes without means

and funnel them to their Alma Maters.

I'm not saying I believe it

and I'm not saying I don't,

but there're many people

involved in this case

who would argue that Tuohys

they took you in,

- they clothed you, they fed you,

- No.

- they paid for your private education,

- No.

- they bought you a car,

- No!

- and paid for your tutor,

- No.

all as part of a plan to insure

that you play football

for the University of Mississippi.

Michael! We're not finished.

It's not available. Just like I told you

three months ago.

So why don't we go with the ....

The low nap, it's a beautiful---

Oh, I'll call you back. Bye.

Michael. So what happened?

- Why'd you do it?

- What?

All along you wanted me

to go to Ole Miss.

Of course, I did.

We love Ole Miss!

Why did you do this for me?

- What?

- Everything!

Was it for you or was it for me?

Was it so I would go to school

where you wanted?!

Was it so I would do what you wanted?!

- Michael, no...

- That's what she thinks.

Is she right?

Michael, honey, I need for you

to just listen to me, all right?

Don't you dare to lie to me.

I'm not stupid!

Michael?!

Michael, of course,

you're not stupid.

Michael?!

Come on.

I should have followed him.

You had no way of knowing

he'd disappear.

Was he right?

What he said about us?

Leigh Anne, be reasonable.

We gave clothes to a boy

who had one pair of shorts.

We gave him a bed.

To hell with the NCAA,

I would do it again tomorrow.

What about all the rest of it -

all the stuff we did to make sure

that he got a scholarship?

A scholarship to Ole Miss.

He could go whenever he wanted,

he knew that.

Oh, did he?

Did you ask him?

'Cause I sure as hell know I never did.

Hey.

Come here.

Am I a good person?

Not a joke. Not rhetorical.

You are the best person I know.

Everything you do, you do for others.

And why is that?

I have not a clue.

But you obviously get some

sort of sick satisfaction out of it.

- Sean...

- Yeah?

What if he never comes back?

Oh, sh*t!

Big Mike?

Hey, get your ass on in here, man.

I'm looking for my mama.

Your Mama?

Yeah, I seen Dee Dee around.

As a matter of fact...

Oh, yeah. She usually stop by for a taste

around this time.

But I tell you what.

Why don't you just come on inside

I'll get you a forty and we're

gonna chop it up like real fo,

just 'til she get here.

Come on, man.

Nobody gonna bite you, man.

Hey! Big Mike! Man, go down

there and have a seat.

Yeah, light this b*tch up here man!

Hey, baby, gimme a couple of cold beers

from the refrigerator!

Sit down, man. Big Mike.

- What?

- So good to see you.

Yeah. You lookin' good.

Too, you lookin' fit.

I heard you playin' a little ball.

But you know that rich kid football

ain't got nothing on that public school league.

N*ggers packing knives in they socks.

Hey, I played little ball myself.

Back in the day, you know that though, right?

Yeah, I heard.

A little quarterback. Up there at MLK.

- Thank you, baby.

- What about you, Dave?

You still playing ball over at JC?

- Naw.

- No, man.

Dave no longer a student.

He with me now!

As a matter of fact...

Look, I can open a spot for you, too.

I got tired of going to class.

People always tryin' tell me what to do.

Well, in that case, Dave, look here...

Turn it up, like that

little bit of b*tch!

B*tch!

Hey, man.

Don't mess with D, man.

I heard you stayin' on

the other side of town.

Yeah, that what Dee Dee said.

Said you got a new Mama now.

- Yeah?

- Oh yeah!

- She fine too.

- Yeah. She fine.

She got other kids?

She got a daughter?

You tap that?

Yeah, you tapped that!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Big Mike!

Big Mike got his white babes!

Hey, Big Mike!

He done lost his mind.

Hey, where you going?

Going to wait for my mom

at the apartement.

Hey, man, just don't go away now.

Hey, sit down, man.

I'm just trying to find out a little bit

about your fine white sister.

Because I like me some

mommy/daughter action.

Shut up.

Shut up? Who the hell is

you telling to shut up?

I will bust a cap in your fat ass.

And then drive east and pay

a visit to your cracker Mom!

And her sweet little daughter.

MAMA!!!!!

He gone, snowflake.

Michael was here?

Yeah, but you tell him,

I'll be seeing him around.

Oh he gonna get this.

So Michael was here?

Last night. He come by here.

Sneaked me then run off.

Yeah. Tell him, sleep with one eye open.

You hear me, b*tch?

No, you hear me, b*tch!

You threaten my son you threaten me.

You so much as cross into downtown

you will be sorry.

I'm in a prayer group with the D.A.,

I'm a member of the NRA

and I'm always packing.

What you got in there, a .22?

A Saturday Night Special?

And it shoots just fine

all the other days, too.

- Michael?!

- Mama?...

You think the police is gonna come

and get me?

I'd imagine the last thing

they'd want at Hurt Village

is bunch of cops snooping around.

I swore I would never ask this, but

how did you get out of there, Michael?

When I was little and something

awful was happening

my Mama would tell me to close my eyes.

She was tryin' to keep me from seeing

her do drugs or other bad things.

And when she was finished

or the bad things were over

she'd say, "now when I count

to three, you open your eyes

and the past is gone,

the world is a good place,

and it's all gonna be okay."

You closed your eyes.

You know, when I was driving all over

Kingdom Come looking for you

I kept thinking about one thing.

Ferdinand the bull.

I know I should have asked you

this a long time ago, Michael.

Do you even wanna play football?

I mean do you even like it?

- I'm pretty good at it.

- Yeah, you are.

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