The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Page #9

We had a party for you. The

house was filled with children.

-How are you?

-Hey, man.

Before you turn around,

they'll be in high school, dating.

I sold the summer house

on Lake Pontchartrain.

I sold Button's Buttons.

I sold my father's sailboat.

I put it all into

a savings account.

And so that you and your

mother might have a life,

I left, before you could

ever remember me.

"I left with just the clothes

on my back."

I don't want to read this now.

Can you just tell me

where he went?

I don't really know.

It's for me. 1970. I was two.

"Happy birthday."

"I wish I could've

kissed you goodnight."

They are all for me.

Five:

"I wish I could've taken you

to your first day of school."

Six:

"I wish I could've been there

to teach you to play the piano."

"I wish I could've told you

not to chase some boy."

"I wish I could've held you

when you had a broken heart."

"I wish I could've

been your father."

"Nothing I ever did

will replace that."

I guess he went to India.

For what it's worth,

it's never to late,

or in my case, too early,

to be whoever you want to be.

There is no time limit,

start whenever you want.

You can change or stay the same.

There are no rules to this thing.

We can make the best

or the worst of it.

I hope you make the best of it.

And I hope you see

things that startle you.

I hope you feel things

you never felt before.

I hope you meet people with

a different point of view.

I hope you live a life

you're proud of.

If you find that you're not,

I hope you have the strenght

to start all over again.

He had been gone a long time.

I'll see you next thursday.

-Good night, miss Daisy.

-Good night, sweetheart.

I'm sorry, we're closing.

Can I help you?

Are you here to

pick somebody up?

Why did you come back?

Mom?

Mom!

You ready yet?

Mom, what's wrong?

I was just hearing a very sad

story about a mutual friend,

who I hadn't seen

for a very long time.

Caroline, this is Benjamin.

You knew him when

you were just a baby.

Hi. -Hi.

Hey!

I'm sorry, I thought

you were done.

Oh, this is a friend of my

family's, Benjamin Button.

This is my husband, Robert.

-How do you do.

Pleasure.

It was very nice to meet you.

We'll be in the car, darling.

Alright. -Bye.

I'm just locking up.

She's beautiful,

like her mother.

Does she dance?

-Not very well.

I guess that'd be from

my side of things.

She's a dear sweet girl.

She seems a little lost.

But then, who isn't at twelve?

There's a lot of her

that reminds me of you.

My husband, he's a widower

... was a widower.

He's an incredibly kind,

bright, adventurous man.

He's been a terrific father.

-Good.

You're so much younger.

-Only on the outside.

You were right.

I couldn't have been

raising both of you.

I'm not that strong.

So, where are you staying?

What are you gonna do?

I'm staying at the Pontchartrain

hotel on the avenue.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

They're waiting.

I remember that.

That was him.

Hurricane's changed direction.

It's gonna make a landfall

some time soon. -Am I

supposed to do something?

Arrangements are being made to

move people, but it's up to you.

No, no, we're staying.

I'll let you know

if anything changes.

That night, while I was

sitting and wandering

why I came back at all,

there was a knock at the door.

Come in.

Are you alright?

I'm sorry, I don't know

what am I doing here.

Nothing lasts.

I never stopped loving you.

Benjamin, I'm an old woman now.

Some things you never forget.

Goodnight, Benjamin.

Goodnight, Daisy.

And as I knew I would...

I watched her go.

That's the last thing he wrote.

Some time after

your father passed,

there was a call.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

It's the corner house.

Come on in!

I'm Daisy Fuller.

-I'm David Hernandez

with the Orleans Parish dept

of Child Welfare Services.

He was living in the

condemned building.

The police found this

with him, this address,

it's got your name

in here a lot.

He's in a very poor health.

He was taken to the hospital.

He doesn't seem to know who or

where he is. He's very confused.

I was telling Mr Hernandez

that Benjamin is one of us.

If he needs a place to stay,

it's alright. He can stay here.

Benjamin.

You play beautifully.

He doesn't seem to

like to be touched.

He goes in and out of

states of recognition.

The doctors said if they

didn't know any better...

it is the beginnings

of dementia.

Do you remember me?

I'm Daisy.

I'm Benjamin.

It's nice to meet you, Benjamin.

Do you mind if I sit with you?

I would love to hear you play.

Do I know you?

And every day I would stop by

to make sure he was comfortable.

Don't think that I don't

know what you're doing!

You're all f***ing liars!

He doesn't believe

he just had his breakfast.

Why don't we see if we can find

something else for you to do.

I have a feeling there's a lot

of things I can't remember.

Like what, sugar?

It's like...

there's this whole life I had,

and I can't remember what it was.

It's okay.

It's okay to forget things.

Many times he would simply

forget who or where he was.

It wasn't easy.

-Benjamin!

I can see everything!

I can see the big river!

That's right. You can see

everything, sweetheart.

I can see the graveyard where

mama's buried and other people.

I want you to come down!

-What if I can fly?

I knew a man who could fly.

Come down and I'll

tell you all about him.

Somebody go up there.

He was five when I moved in.

Nearly the same age I was

when I had met him.

This is the picture of Old Man

Kangaroo at 5 in the afternoon,

when he got his

beautiful hind legs.

The days passed, and I watched

as he forgot how to walk...

What's my name?

...how to talk.

I'm Daisy.

Can you say Daisy?

In 2002, they put up a new

clock in that train station.

And in the spring of 2003,

he looked at me,

and I knew that

he knew who I was.

And then he closed his eyes

as if he would go to sleep.

I wish I had known him.

Now you do.

Mom, I think I should go

see what's going on.

Goodnight, Benjamin.

Some people are born

to sit by a river.

Some get struck by lightning.

Some have an ear for music.

Some are artists.

Some swim.

Some know buttons.

Some know Shakespeare.

Some are mothers.

And some people... dance.

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