The Prince of Tides Page #10

And now I...

I wake up in the morning,

and I spend my whole day thinking...

..."Isn't it nice just to feel good?"

I hear you walk down the hall

towards me...

...I can't stop smiling.

I smile all the time.

I love you, Lowenstein.

Can we go back to the cabin

and make love all night?

You still have a lot to learn

about the outdoors.

I'm glad you brought me here.

Lowenstein says she's gonna

let you go home soon.

I think I'm ready.

What about you?

When are you going home?

I don't know. Sally and I

are having problems.

Oh, no. I'm sorry, Tom.

I thought I might stay here

for a while.

You, in New York?

I can't imagine that.

You could never leave the South.

Well, you did.

Yeah, but I don't love it

the way you do.

Oh, hi, Sal.

She called you.

We knew this day would come,

didn't we?

But you're never quite...

...prepared for it.

Just hold me, please.

I feel like I'm dying.

One of the things I love about you...

...is that you're the kind of guy

who'll always go back to his family.

I gotta find me a nice Jewish boy.

You guys are killing me.

You okay about going home?

I think so.

Good.

I started a new book of poems.

Oh, good.

I'm calling it:

The Prince of Tides.

And I dedicated it to somebody

very special.

Luke would appreciate that,

Savannah.

I dedicated it:

"To my brother Tom Wingo.

My memory. "

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Lowenstein, why are you

making it so hard?

You just love her more.

Admit it.

No, Lowenstein.

Just longer.

We spent our last few hours together

at the Rainbow Room...

...dancing a slow dance.

Just like in my dream.

I held her in my arms...

...as I told her that it was her doing

that I could go back.

Six weeks before, I was ready to leave

my wife, my kids.

I wanted out of everything.

But she changed that.

She changed me.

For the first time, I felt

I had something to give back...

...to the women in my life.

They deserved that.

- Daddy!

- Daddy's home!

Daddy, did you bring me anything?

So I returned to my Southern home

and my Southern life.

It is in the presence of my wife

and children...

...that I acknowledge my life,

my destiny.

I am a teacher...

...a coach...

...and a well-loved man.

And it is more than enough.

In New York, I learned that I needed

to love my mother and father...

...in all their flawed,

outrageous humanity.

And in families, there are no crimes

beyond forgiveness.

But it is the mystery of life

that sustains me now.

And I look to the North...

...and I wish again that there were

two lives apportioned to every man...

...and every woman.

At the end of every day, I drive

through the city of Charleston...

...and as I cross the bridge

that'll take me home...

...I feel the words building

inside me.

I can't stop them or tell you

why I say them.

But as I reach the top of

the bridge...

...these words come to me

in a whisper.

I say them as prayer.

As regret.

As praise.

I say...

..."Lowenstein. Lowenstein. "

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