The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Page #3

They are so delicious.

-That's cruel.

-I have something to tell you all.

While we're giving thanks

for God's blessings...

I've had a miracle happen.

The Lord saw fit to

answer my prayers.

What does she mean

"answers her prayers"?

She's gonna have a baby, silly.

That's what my momma said when

I was gonna have a baby brother.

But he didn't live long.

Cause he didn't breathe right.

...when he got his

beautiful hind legs

just as big God Ngog

had promised.

You can see that

it's five o'clock,

because big God

Ngog's clock says so.

Isn't that something?

-Again. Read it again.

-Read it again, please.

Alright. But afterwards,

you must go to bed.

I promise.

Old Man Kangaroo...

Are you sleeping?

-Who is that?

-It's me, Daisy.

-Hi!

-Come on!

Where are we going?

-Come on. Right in here.

Here, you light it. -I'm not

supposed to play with matches.

Don 't be a chicken.

Light it!

I'll tell you a secret if

you'll tell me one. -Okay.

I saw my momma

kissing another man.

Her face was red from it.

Your turn.

I'm not as old as I look.

-I thought so.

You don't seem like an old

person. Like my grandma.

-I'm not.

-Are you sick?

Well, I heard momma

and Tizzy whisper

and they said I was

gonna die soon.

But maybe not.

You're odd.

You're different than

anybody I've ever met.

May I? -Okay.

What are you doing

under there?

You come right out here

and get back up to bed.

It's after midnight!

You are not to be playing

together. -Yes, ma'am.

Not many people experience that.

You want me to go on?

What about your friend?

The tall lady?

We're not friends anymore.

That's what happens with

tall people sometimes.

Well... goodbye.

I spent a lot of time

by myself that year.

Hello?

-Hi. -I'm moving in today.

Welcome. We've been

expecting you.

Can you please show her up

to Mrs Rousseau's old room?

I'm sorry, but we usually

don't allow dogs in the house.

Well, she's old as the hills,

she's almost blind.

She won't be a

bother much longer.

Well, alright, as long as she

stays out from underfoot.

As hard as I try,

I can't remember her name.

Mrs Lawson, or Mrs Hartford,

or maybe it was Maple?

It's funny how sometimes the

people we remember the least

make the greatest

impression on us.

I do remember

she wore diamonds.

And she always dressed in fine

clothing as if she's going out.

Although she never did and

nobody ever came to visit her.

She taught me

to play the piano.

It's not about

how well you play,

it's how you feel about

what you're playing.

Try this.

You cannot help but put

yourself into the music.

There were many changes. Some

you could see, some your couldn't.

Hair started growing

in all sorts of places.

Along with other things.

I felt pretty good, considering.

Oh, darlin', the pain.

-Alright mom, I'll get the nurse.

Look at this eye.

This is a major hurricane.

Not doing too good?

Nobody seems to know

whether to stay or leave.

I'm gonna ride it out.

There, that should make

things much easier.

Have you had a chance

to say your goodbyes?

My father waited 4 hours for my

brother to get here from Boger City.

Couldn't go without him.

She seems like a sweet woman.

-Yeah.

I haven't had as much time

with her... -Are you busy?

-Excuse me.

-Sure.

Queenie would let me go with

Mr Daws to Poverty Point,

to watch the boats go

up and down the river.

These were hard times.

Did I ever tell you I was struck

by lightning seven times?

Once when I was in the field

just tending to my cows.

My fourt' hand didn't show up.

Anybody wanna make 2 $

for a day's work around here?

What's the matter?

Nobody wants to do an honest day's

work for an honest day's pay?

He never pays.

Nobody wants the job?

-I do.

You got your sea legs, old man?

I think.

That's good enough for me.

Get your ass on board,

we'll sure as hell find out!

I was as happy as I could be.

-I need a volunteer!

I would do anything.

-Yes, captain!

-Scrape off all this bird sh*t.

-Right away, sir.

I was actually goin' to be paid for

something I would've done for free.

His name was

captain Mike Clark.

He'd been on a tugboat

since he was seven.

Get movin'!

Come here.

Could you... still get it up?

I do every morning.

The old pole? The hard'n?

I guess.

When was the last time

you had a woman?

Never. -Never?

Not that I know of, sir.

Wait a minute!

You mean to say, you've been on

this earth for how many years,

and you never had a woman?

Damn! That's the saddest

thing I ever heard in my life.

Never? -No.

Then, by Jesus,

you are comin' with me.

-What did your father do?

-I never met my father.

You lucky bastard!

All father's gonna do

is hold you down.

Out on my father's boat,

working da two-a-days.

This little fat bastard,

"tug Irish" they call him.

I finally get up the

nerves and tell him:

"I don't wanna spend da rest of

my life on a goddamn tugboat!"

You know what I'm sayin'?

You don't wanna spend the rest

of your life on a tugboat.

Absolutely, damn right!

And you know what

my father says to me?

He says:
"Who the hell

do you think you are?"

"What the hell do you

think you can do?"

I tell him:

"Well, if you're askin'..."

"I wanna be an artist."

He laughs... "An artist?"

"God meant for you to work

a tugboat just like me."

"And that's exactly

what you're gonna do."

Well, I turned myself

into an artist.

A tattoo artist!

I put on every one

of these myself.

You have to skin me alive to

take my art away from me now!

When I'm dead, I'm gonna

send him my arm.

That one.

Don't let anyone

tell you different!

You gotta do what

you're meant to do.

And I happen to be

a god-damned artist!

But you're a tugboat captain.

Captain Mike, we're ready

for you and your friend.

Go, old timer.

Break your cherry.

Hello, ladies!

Hi.

He gives me the willies.

That is not for me.

How are you tonight, grandpa?

It was a night to remember.

What are you, Dick Tracy or

something? I've got to rest.

I can't.

Thank you. -No, thank you.

Have a nice night.

-Will you be here tomorrow?

-Every night but sunday.

It sure made me understand

the value of earning a living.

Things money can buy you.

It's nasty out. Can I offer

you a ride somewhere?

That's awfully kind of you, sir.

My name is Thomas. Thomas Button.

-I'm Benjamin.

Benjamin... it's a

pleasure to know you.

Would you like to stop

somewhere and have a drink?

All right.

Evening.

-What will it be, sir?

-I'll have whatever he's having.

A Sazerac for both of us.

With whiskey, not brandy.

You don't drink, do you?

-It's a night for firsts.

-How's that? -I've never

been to a brothel, either.

-It's an experience.

-Certainly is.

There's a first time for

everything. -Sure enough.

Your drinks.

I don't mean to be rude...

but your hands, is that painful?

I was born with some form of

disease. -What kind of disease?

I was born old.

-I'm sorry. -No need to be.

Nothing wrong with old age.

My wife passed away

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