The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Page #8

Her leg had been

broken in five places.

And with therapy, and time,

she might walk again.

But she'll never dance.

I'm gonna take you home with

me. I wanna look after you.

I'm not going back

to New Orleans.

Then I'll stay here in Paris.

Don't you understand?

I don't want your help.

I know I'm feeling

sorry for myself,

but I don't want to be with you.

I tried to tell you that in

New York, but you don't listen.

You might change your mind.

We are not little children

anymore, Benjamin.

Stay out of my life.

I was awfully cruel.

He didn't understand that...

I couldn't have him

see me like that.

I didn't leave right away.

I stayed in Paris for awhile

to look out for her.

I never knew that.

Darling, could you

get the nurse?

I taught myself to walk again.

I took the train to Lourdes.

Lets take a look.

That's normal.

Pulse rate is slowing. She is

gonna struggle to breathe.

Will you be alright?

-Yeah.

Alright, he says:

"I went back home..."

And then there's

lot of pages torn out.

"I listened to the sound of the

house." I think I've read that.

He spilled something on it,

so it's hard to read, mom.

Something about "sailing".

Does that make sense?

I learned to sail on an old boat of

my father's from the Lake House.

I can't lie, I did enjoy the

company of a woman or two.

Or maybe three.

Don't bother, Sam. It's just

gonna be there again tomorrow.

Mama.

And in the spring of 1962,

she came back.

You wanna know

where I've been? -No.

How come you didn't

write or nothin'?

Just disappearing like that.

It was something I needed

to do for myself.

I never took you to

be the selfish type.

I sure hope I'm not wrong.

I'm usually not wrong

about people.

-Good night, Momma.

-Good night, baby.

Now have fun.

You haven't said two words.

-I don't wanna ruin it.

Sleep with me. -Absolutely.

I asked her to come

away with me.

We sailed into the Gulf,

along the Florida Keys.

I'm so glad we didn't find

one another when I was 26.

-Why do you say that?

-I was so young.

And you were so old.

It happened when it was

supposed to happen.

I will enjoy each and every

moment I have with you.

I bet I can stay out here longer

than you. -Bet you can't.

You barely have

a line, a crease.

Every day I have

more wrinkles. Not fair.

I love your wrinkles.

Both of them.

What's it like,

growing younger?

Can't really say. I'm always

looking out of my own eyes.

Will you still love me when

my skin grows old and saggy?

Will you still love me

when I have acne?

When I wet the bed?

When I'm afraid of

what's under the stairs?

What?

What are you thinking?

-I was thinking how nothing lasts.

And what a shame that is.

Some things last.

-Goodnight, Daisy.

-Goodnight, Benjamin.

Mom?

When did you meet dad?

-Some time after that.

Did you tell him

about this Benjamin?

He knew enough, darling.

Momma!

Queenie!

Hallo?

Hi, Mrs Carter. It's Benjamin.

Where is everybody?

Oh, Benjamin. Queenie died.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry for your loss.

She was a great woman.

We buried her beside

her beloved Mr Weathers.

And so we might have

memories of our own,

we sold my father's

house on Esplanade.

It's a wonderful

old place, darlin'.

I think we're going

to be so happy here.

Oh, what a long family

history you have.

They come with the house.

We have to see the master suite.

We bought ourselves a duplex.

I loved that house.

It smelled like firewood.

Don't stop, darlin'.

It was one of the happiest

times of my life.

We didn't have

a stick of furniture.

We would have picnics

in the living room.

We ate when we felt like it.

Stayed up all night

when we wanted.

We vowed never

to fall into routine,

to go to bed or wake up

at the same time.

We lived on that mattress.

Our neighbor, Mrs Van Dam,

was a physical therapist.

We lived four blocks

from a public pool.

You might have got a few

more years out of it.

You chose to do something

so special, unique,

that there was only a short

window of time you could do it.

So even if nothing ever happened,

you'd still be right here

where you're now.

I just don't like getting old.

They put too much

chlorine in here.

I promise you, I'll never lose

myself to self-pity again.

And I think right there

and then, she realised...

None of us is perfect forever.

She found her own peace.

She opened a studio and taught

young girls how to dance.

Come back the other way.

Excellent!

Good night!

You certainly are

beautiful to watch.

Dance is all about the line.

Line of your body.

Sooner or later you lose that line,

and you never get it back.

I figure...

You were born in 1918,

I am 43.

We are almost the same age.

We're meeting in the middle.

We finally caught up

with each other.

Wait. I want to remember

us just as we are now.

I am pregnant.

You know, I swear the nurse

slipped and said it was a boy.

But I think it's a girl.

I know you're afraid.

I'm not hiding it. -Okay.

-What's your worst fear?

-Baby born like me.

Then I will love it

all the more.

Okay.

How can I be a father when

I'm heading the other direction?

It's not fair to a child. I don't

wanna be anybody's burden.

Sugar, we all end up in diapers.

I'm gonna make this work.

I want this,

and I want it with you.

I want you to have

everything you want, all of it.

I'm just not sure

how to reconcile this...

Would you tell a blind man

he couldn't have children?

You be a father

for as long as you can.

I know the consequences.

I've accepted that.

Loving you was worth

everything to me.

I have to go pee.

The oldest woman to ever

swim the English Channel

arrived here today, in Calais,

Keep it!

having made the swim in 34 hours,

68 years old Elizabeth Abbott,

arrived at 5:
38 GMT,

exhausted but happy.

Mrs Abbott, how would you sum

up in words this achievement?

I suppose...

anything is possible.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

In the spring,

on a day like any other...

I'll be back in an hour!

Honey!

Gotta call the ambulance!

The baby is coming.

Operator, I need an ambulance!

Everyone's fine. She's a

perfectly healthy baby girl.

Honey...

She gave birth to a five pound

four ounce baby girl.

Did you count the toes?

She's perfect.

"And we named her for

my mother, Caroline."

This Benjamin was my father?

And this is how you tell me?

Excuse me.

...all the conditions are there

for the major storm,

possibly even up

to a cathegory 5.

Hey, I know it's hard.

You can't smoke in here.

Nobody can tell you exactly

where it's gonna hit...

You grew as the doctor had

promised, normal and healthy.

You're gonna have to find

a real father for her.

What are you talking about?

She's gonna need someone

to grow old with.

She'll learn to accept whatever

happens. She loves you.

Honey, she needs a father,

not a playmate.

Is it me? -Of course not.

Is my age beginning to bother you?

Is that what you're telling me?

You can't raise both of us.

It was your first birthday.

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