The Choice Page #8

right ahead, Travis.

If that's what you need.

If that'll help.

Too easy on me, Ryan.

And you're too hard

on you, Travis.

Mmm, delphiniums.

Her favorite.

I thought they were lilacs.

[scoffs]

She's all yours.

Thank you.

[Travis] Hey, babe.

Got you some delphiniums.

To be honest,

I thought they were lilacs,

but Jackie says

they're delphiniums.

I got a decision I gotta make.

I've been putting it off

and putting it off.

It's, like, so much harder

than people can even imagine.

And everybody's got

an opinion on it.

But since yours

is the only opinion

that I give a damn about,

I just wanted

to run it past you.

So here it is.

What am I gonna do...

...about my pickup truck?

I mean, should I get

one of those new hybrids

that gels, like,

500 miles to the gallon

and runs on babies' dreams,

or should I just go ahead

and rebuild the tranny

in Gertrude?

Rebuild.

All right, great.

That's what I wanted

to do anyway.

You know, I always had a special

place in my heart for fossil fuels.

I just hate breathin'

all that clean air.

What is going on

in that head of yours?

Come back to me, baby.

We are runnin' out of time.

Come bother me.

All right, here we go.

Please. We need...

...green.

- Green.

That was mine.

[Alice]

Ooh, where's mine?

Messed up.

- Travis.

- Oh, hey, Travis.

Daddy.

Who's winning?

Well, technically speaking,

it's this pretty little girl

here on my left, but since she's been

cheating since round two...

No, I haven't!

...I'm afraid there's gonna be

some questions about that.

Well, I don't wanna

spoil your fun-.

Finish your game.

- Okay.

- It's your turn.

Mm, okay. Green.

Travis, I just

wanted you to know that...

Send these off

to the lab, please.

What do we got next?

We've got some friends here.

It's gonna hurt like hell.

Like pain that I can't even...

Come on.

[Travis]

"'How do you play in the river?'

Tucker asked Maggie the Mullet.

'You jump like this.

Jump, splash,

jump, splash, jump, splash.'

And Maggie was gone

in the blue river."

Daddy, can you do the voices?

Mommy always did the voices.

Dad, why don't you

let me read it?

Okay, big guy.

Yeah, you read it.

"It was beginning to get dark,

and Tucker spied

a big owl up in a tree.

'Hi, who are you?'

Tucker asked.

'Who, who, who are you?

I am Willa,

the wise old owl.'

'What do you do when the sun goes down?'

Tucker asked."

Ninety days.

And where'd you get that number?

Medical journals

and case studies.

Well, that's just words on paper.

It's statistics.

It's well-documented, Dr. Shep.

After 90 days, the percentage

of trauma patients

who regain consciousness

decreases to less than one percent.

It's a quantifiable fact.

I'm sorry, Travis.

If we reach that mark,

we need to know you're prepared

to carry out her wishes.

This is her voice.

No, it's not.

That is something you do

to prepare for the future.

For... for old age,

when your life is all behind you.

You know, you cover

for the "what ifs."

Nah. How could you know?

How... how could you

ever really know?

It's been a long time since

she's breathed on her own.

Her body's tired.

She's tired.

[breath hitches]

I wish I could breathe for you, baby.

[whispering]

Come back to me.

Come home.

I love you.

All I have left are memories.

Trust me, I remember everything.

I remember

her coming home... day after day.

Watching her...

...staring and thinking,

I can't believe

that that woman is my wife.

I kept thinking how many times

I could've told her I loved her.

How many times

I could've showed her,

how many times

I could've loved her hard.

Oh, I'd give anything

just to be able to tell her,

tell her one more...

one more time.

. HEY-

, HEY-

[Stephanie] Hi, Mama.

She's a good listener, huh?

She's the best.

I had to make a choice, Steph.

Just been so long.

Seeing her like that.

Knowing it's not

what she would want.

Hell, she'd be so mad at me.

Last night I told her...

...today I'd do it.

Today I would have the strength.

But I just...

I just can't do it yet.

I'm just not ready

to let her go.

Me, neither.

You did what

your heart told you.

And if anybody has anything

to say about that,

they gotta go through me.

[wind blowing]

([Female reporter)

...residents are advised to secure

all windows and doors,

and remember, too, as always,

that any outdoor furniture

needs to be stowed away.

[man] Thanks, Karen. Now this is

the first hurricane of the season...

Travis, this is crazy.

Just come with us.

I got some boarding up to do,

and, besides, I don't go anywhere

unless its a Category 7 or higher.

Dad, there's no such thing

as a Category 7.

Well, aren't you smart?

I hope you're not

trying to prove something.

- This thing looks big.

- There's nobody to prove it to.

I just wanna stay

near the hospital.

Besides, I got stink-dog here

to keep me company.

Let's saddle up.

- Come on.

- All right.

[man] Right now we're seeing sustained

winds, about 75 miles-per-hour.

New, those gusts are gonna

go up to 90,

maybe even

95 miles-per-hour.

- We're gonna see damage...

- [wind whistling]

Ah, you're a lucky SOB.

Storm landed in Charleston.

Knocked it down to a Category 2.

[chuckling]

Lacks like the old place

could do with a lick of paint.

What are you looking for?

Something that...

should be here.

[sighs]

I let her down, Dad.

I should've been there.

If I'd have been on time...

It's not your fault, Travis.

Get that out of your head.

The world breaks everyone, Travis.

The very good,

the very gentle, the very brave.

And those it doesn't break, it kills.

Is that from the good book,

Pastor Shaw?

A great book.

Hemingway.

There's no shame

in being a broken man.

I should know.

You just pick up the pieces...

...and start rebuilding.

[Moby barks]

[barks]

[Moby continues barking]

[barking]

[Travis]

What are you doing?

How'd you get all the way

out here, boy? You can't swim.

What you got there, boy?

What's that'?

Good boy, good boy.

What's he doing

out there, Grandpa?

Uh... just going

a little crazy.

Come on, let's go

get some ice cream.

Come on.

We've got vanilla,

we've got chocolate.

[tinkling]

[engine revs]

Mm.

[sighs]

You're late.

I'm sorry.

[squawking]

- Mama! Mama, you're home!

- Easy, easy, easy, easy.

You've seen your mom

every day this week.

Let's let her get settled, okay?

- My babies.

- Hi, Mommy.

Oh, hi.

Let me look at you.

[baby gurgling]

Hello, Gabby.

Congratulations.

Oh, somebody

is dying to meet you.

Oh, hi.

[whispering]

Oh, my goodness.

- Mrs. Shaw.

- Mr. Shaw.

Well, welcome

to the rain-check date.

What is on the menu?

Well, that's a...

that's a good question.

The kids have been

cooking all day.

It, uh, started as a pot roast,

but now it's probably a shoe.

[laughs]

- I'm nervous.

- So am I.

Uh... but, uh...

Gabby, I, uh...

I know I've had a lot of time

to think about what I'd say

if. uh... what I'd say when...

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