Tuesdays With Morrie Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Tuesdays With Morrie Script


  

  

 

                   

[Oprah Winfrey]

To be a best-seller for over two years...



 

                   

a story has to really

connect with people.



 

                   

And Tuesdays With Morrie

resonates with everybody.



 

                   

- [Director] Action.!

- I think we all relate to Mitch.



 

                   

His life is just, shhhk...

going by too quickly.



 

                   

And then he was blessed to stop

and find his old teacher Morrie.



 

                   

And even though Morrie was dying,

he taught us about living.



 

                   

All oflife is about

teaching and learning.



 

                   

When you learn, teach.

When you get, give.



  

                   

Life is filled with Morries.

We all just need to look around.



  

                   

Come on, you guys!



  

                   

[Cheering]



  

                   

- Excuse me, kids.

- **Live, baby, live **



  

                   

- **Now that the day is over **

- Hello, love.



  

                   

- Yeah.

- How're ya doin'?



  

                   

- **I got a new sensation **

- See ya, man.



  

                   

Hey, Katie.

How are ya, dear?



  

                   

**In perfect moments **

[Continues, Indistinct]



  

                   

[Man Narrating]

Among other things, many other things...



  

                   

my old professor loved to eat.



  

                   

There he is!

What do you say?



  

                   

**Sleep, baby, sleep **



  

                   

[Narrating Continues]

He especially liked tongue.



  

                   

I'd say, "Morrie, that's disgusting. "

He'd say, "I'm sorry you think so.



  

                   

I also like cole slaw.

Can you handle cole slaw, Mitch?"



  

                   

****[Continues, Indistinct]



  

                   

- Excuse me.

- Near the top of the list

of things he loved was dancing.



  

                   

- [Man Yelling]

- He had his own way of dancing.



  

                   

He'd do the lindy

toJimi Hendrix.



  

                   

He'djitterbug to...

name a band... Nine Inch Nails.



  

                   

- Pardon me. Here you go, boy.

- What you got, Professor?



  

                   

Hey, just put it on.

You're gonna love it.



  

                   

**I can't top the letter "M"

You're not a... ****



  

                   

[Music Changes,

Crowd Murmuring]



  

                   

Hey!



  

                   

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.



  

                   

****[Tango]



  

                   

[Crowd Murmuring,

Laughing]



  

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

One ofhis favorites was the tango.



  

                   

His own version, of course.

Wherever it came from...



  

                   

- Come on, join in!

- it wasn't Argentina.



  

                   

Moments like that...



  

                   

he could live in forever.



  

                   

In the summer of     

he began to notice a few things:



  

                   

- Professor.

- shortness ofbreath...



  

                   

legs giving him

a little trouble.



  

                   

But what do you expect at   ?



  

                   

[Engine Starts]



  

                   

[Straining]



  

                   

[Mitch Narrating] The dancing stopped

forever in the summer of     .



  

                   

- [Students Chattering]

- Should we do something?



  

                   

That was when Morrie

got his death sentence.



  

                   

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Man, when they fall apart...



  

                   

these guys really

fall apart, don't they?



  

                   

This ugly, or is this ugly?

I knew it.



  

                   

[Man] Everybody's on the floor.

The coaches are out there.



  

                   

Oh, my... Walter, it's Mitch.

I gotta change the column.



  

                   

I've got to change

the column, Walter!



  

                   

[Mitch Narrating] I knew nothing

about what happened to my old professor.



  

                   

I hadn't seen him since

graduation day    years ago.



  

                   

I promised I'd keep in touch,

but I got busy dancing my own dance.



  

                   

It's a zoo... Walter, it's a zoo here.

Just hold a space for me, okay?



  

                   

Give me a break!

Have I ever missed a deadline?



  

                   

- [All Yelling]

- Janine, hi. Did I wake you, honey?



  

                   

- Everything I did I did on deadline.

- It's crazy here.



  

                   

- Everything.

- I just wanna say

I love you and I'm sorry.



  

                   

Coach said no media

until he talks to the team.



  

                   

Should've talked to them

before the game.



  

                   

Yeah... No, we definitely have to talk,

I know. Hang on one second.



  

                   

- [All Yelling]

- Baby, I gotta go. I love you. Bye-bye.



  

                   

[Man]

No press.!



  

                   

Coach, Coach.

Coach, what did you say to the team?

Did the word "discipline"come up?



  

                   

- [Laughter]

- How about the word "maturity"?



  

                   

[Mitch Narrating] Sports are always

in season in this country...



  

                   

and I covered them all...



  

                   

living in planes and hotels

with a laptop and a cell phone.



  

                   

I might never have known

what happened to Morrie if I wasn't

always doing six things at once.



  

                   

Janine, come on. Because I've

been in love with you for seven years.



  

                   

Doesn't that... Yeah, but in my book,

that is a commitment.



  

                   

Yeah. Do we have to talk

about this now?



  

                   

This is the only thing

we ever fight about.



  

                   

Yeah, because look at what

marriage does to people.



  

                   

I'm not watching it.

It's just on.



  

                   

Look at what marriage does.

Look at our married friends.

Look at our divorced friends.



  

                   

Look, I'll be back in Detroit tomorrow.

We'll talk about this then, okay?



  

                   

Yeah, well, I'll make time.



  

                   

- [Laughing]

- [Ted Koppel On TV]

Just who is Morrie Schwartz?



  

                   

And why,

by the end of the night...



  

                   

are so many of you

going to care about him?



  

                   

Janine, hang on one second.



  

                   

[Announcer On TV]

This is ABC News Nightline.



  

                   

- One second.

- Reporting from Washington, Ted Koppel.



  

                   

[Ted Koppel]

Tonight, Morrie... Lessons on Living.



  

                   

Morrie is going to die.



  

                   

He suffers from a disease

called ALS...



  

                   

better known

as Lou Gehrig's disease.



  

                   

Morrie Schwartz is

a retired sociology professor...



  

                   

from Brandeis University

who is dying of ALS.



  

                   

Morrie does not have

long to live.



   

                   

I'm on the last great journey here,

one we all gotta take.



   

                   

Maybe I can teach people

what to pack for the trip.



   

                   

- [Click, Dial Tone]

- Janine? Hello?



   

                   

Or maybe my dying

can be of value...



   

                   

something we can all learn from,

like a... a human textbook.



   

                   

I've been a teacher all my life.

You think I'm gonna quit now?



   

                   

[Morrie Laughing]



   

                   

[Woman On Phone] Detroit Free Press.

How may I direct your call?



   

                   

[Woman #  On Phone] Thank you

for calling the Detroit Free Press.



   

                   

I'm just getting to work.

Let me call you back, okay?

Very good. How are you?



   

                   

- Mitch, tomorrow's page.

- Oh, excellent.



   

                   

- Congratulations.

- On what? The column? It was all right.



   

                   

A little rushed. Oh, it's official, huh?

Baseball strike is over.



   

                   

Yeah, which means I need you

in Florida for spring training.



   

                   

You thought it was rushed?

It read terrific.



   

                   

- I mean congratulations

on your sweet little TV deal.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Walter, local TV, one show a week.

- Books and the radio show...



   

                   

- Take    words out.

- My column comes first, Walter.



   

                   

- How many hours you got in your day?

- What difference does it make?



   

                   

- You're spreading yourself

a little thin.

- As long as I deliver.



   

                   

You think you can find time

to write a piece for the strike

ending tomorrow?



   

                   

- [Answering Machine]

Hi, this is Janine.

- It's a personal call.



   

                   

- Say hello toJanine for me.

- Please leave a message.

[Machine Beeps]



   

                   

Hello. Hello, it's me.

Will you pick up, please?



   

                   

[Sighs] Janine? Janine, you have

to talk to me sometime.



   

                   

Will you pick up

the phone, please?



   

                   

[Sighs]

All right. Um...



   

                   

I'll, uh...

I'll come by work, I guess.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

****[Women Harmonizing]



   

                   

Great column today, man. So,

we finally got baseball back, or what?



   

                   

I think the fans

should go on strike.



   

                   

- [Men Laughing]

- What's up, you guys?



   

                   

Oh, hold it for a second.

Something's not right here.



   

                   

Take a break for a second, ladies.

Mitch, make yourself useful.

Give me an F-sharp.



   

                   

- F-sharp.

- [Striking Note]



   

                   

- Hey.

- Hey.



   

                   

I've been trying to call. Are you,

uh, ever gonna talk to me again?



   

                   

I was talking to you last night...

you and the TV...



   

                   

and then I sort of got the idea

that you didn't want to talk.



   

                   

I got some bad news last night.

A guy I used to know...



   

                   

A teacher of mine back in college

is sick. He's gonna die.



   

                   

Oh, Mitch, I'm sorry.

Were you very close to him?



   

                   

I used to be, yeah.



   

                   

Uh, okay, y'all,

let's try this.



   

                   

[Sighs] We both gotta work

on our phone manners.



   

                   

[Chuckles]



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

I love you too.



   

                   

[Man] Okay, let's just

pick this up, ladies.



   

                   

[TV Sportscaster, Indistinct]



   

                   

It's not just Morrie. I haven't kept

in touch with anybody from college.



   

                   

The reunions, the mail...

Who's got time for that stuff?



   

                   

Well, I wish I had

a teacher like that.



   

                   

No, he was more than just a teacher.

He was... what... like a force.



   

                   

[Crowd Cheering]



   

                   

At this basketball game once,

we were all chanting...



   

                   

"We're number one!

We're number one," right?



   

                   

So I see Morrie a couple rows down, he's

eyeing us, he's giving us all this look.



   

                   

All of a sudden

he stands up and says...



   

                   

"What's wrong

with being number two?"



   

                   

He actually wanted to discuss that

right in the middle of the game.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- Thank you.



   

                   

Made a really big difference in my life,

and I never even thanked him.



   

                   

Well, you talk about him

as if he were already dead.

You could still go see him.



   

                   

He's in Boston. When am I

gonna find time to go to Boston?



   

                   

Well, make time, if he

meant that much to you.



   

                   

You're on the road half your life.

Why can't you make time

for one trip to Boston?



   

                   

- Why are you getting upset?

- Why do you have such a problem

making time in your life...



   

                   

- Hey, you're that guy

Mitch Albom, right?

- Yeah. Hey...



   

                   

- Hey, man, I read

your column every day.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- I've got an idea for a column.

- Guys, I'm in the middle here.



   

                   

- Gotcha. Hey, we'll talk later?

- I get ideas all the time.



   

                   

Great. Sorry.



   

                   

- [TVSportscaster, Indistinct]

- [Sighs] Anyway...



   

                   

the truth is,

it's too late.



   

                   

All these years I haven't

sent the guy a postcard.

How am I gonna face him now?



   

                   

- [Crowd Cheering]

- Mitch, think...



   

                   

Hey, think of him. Think about

how much it would mean to him.



   

                   

At least call him.



   

                   

In hockey last night,

with the play-off berth at stake

and visions of the golden cup...



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

I lived on the phone,

made dozens of calls a day.



   

                   

Why couldn't I make one

to a dying man?



   

                   

The simple answer was guilt,

but it was more than that.



   

                   

I was afraid

of seeing him now.



   

                   

I had a thing about death.



   

                   

- Here's my buddy!

- Hey!



   

                   

Hey. You're one

of the special ones, Mitch.



   

                   

You're gonna keep in touch,

you gotta promise me.



   

                   

- I promise.

- [Mitch Narrating]

I failed that promise.



   

                   

- [Phone Ringing]

- I also had a thing about failure.



   

                   

- [Janine On Phone] Hello?

- Hey, it's me.



   

                   

- Hey.

- Well, you were right. I can't work.



   

                   

I can't even think here. I gotta

do something. About Morrie, I mean.



   

                   

- Are you gonna go see him?

- Yeah, it's one trip to Boston.



   

                   

- Quick little visit,

say I'm sorry and say good-bye.

- [Sportscaster, Indistinct]



   

                   

Well, roll back the tape.

Let me hear the playback again.



   

                   

- [Sportscaster Continues]

- Okay. Mm-hmm.



   

                   

- [Tires Skidding]

- Oh, damn it!



   

                   

- What?

- No, no, no. I just spilled some coffee.



   

                   

Go-Go ahead.

Let me hear the playback.



   

                   

Yeah, I'm listening. That sounds fine.

Just go with that.



   

                   

- What? Take three?

- Yes. Is there a lot more?



   

                   

- Seven takes.

- You know what? We're gonna

have to do this, uh, later.



   

                   

Sorry.

Dropped my keys.



   

                   

It's Mitch.

Mitch Albom?



   

                   

I called.

I-I spoke to your wife.



   

                   

I don't get a hug

after    years?



   

                   

[Laughing]



   

                   

My ol' buddy, you came

to see me at last.



   

                   

Let's eat.



   

                   

[Laughing, Sniffing]



   

                   

Well, I see you still like

to eat as much as ever.



   

                   

Oh, boy, dig in, huh?

Help yourself.



   

                   

Come on.

Make yourself comfortable.



   

                   

- Okay.

- Looks great.



   

                   

[Slurping]



   

                   

- [Clears Throat]

- [Phone Ringing]



   

                   

Well, you look great. Really.



   

                   

- Really. The same.

- Morrie? Excuse me. Can you talk?



   

                   

No. Get a name if you could, Connie,

'cause I'm with my buddy now, huh?



   

                   

I spend half the day

on the telephone.



   

                   

Now that I'm dying, people are taking

more of an interest in me.



   

                   

Ah, big celebrity now.

How's that feel being a big TV star?



   

                   

I mean, you know, you were

always interesting, but, uh...



   

                   

I thought so.



   

                   

This-This one class...

Do you remember this, Morrie?



   

                   

Um, you didn't say anything.

You remember that?

You just stared at us.



   

                   

- Hmm.

- We all trooped in

with our notebooks ready...



   

                   

waiting for you to start

casting pearls, and nothing.



   

                   

Five minutes go by.

Ten minutes.



   

                   

We started panicking.

"Why isn't the guy saying anything?"



   

                   

Finally, after like... I think

it was    minutes of that...



   

                   

and we really can't take it anymore,

you say, very quietly...



   

                   

- "What's happening here?"

- Exactly right.

"What's happening here?"



   

                   

That's exactly what you said.

You were making a point about silence.



   

                   

What is it about silence

that makes people uneasy, huh?



   

                   

Right.



   

                   

Why do people only feel comfortable

when they're filling the air with words?



   

                   

Hmm?



   

                   

[Chuckles]



   

                   

Should I tell you

what it's like? Dying?



   

                   

That's another subject that

makes people uncomfortable.



   

                   

We'll get to it later. You know,

right now I gotta go to the commode.



   

                   

Are you up to, uh,

giving me a hand?



   

                   

Um... sure.



   

                   

Well, now wait a minute.

I better get Connie. It takes an expert.



   

                   

- [Bell Rings]

- [Morrie] Connie, uh...



   

                   

[Clears Throat]



   

                   

You know, dying is just

one thing to be sad about.



   

                   

Living unhappily,

that's another matter.



   

                   

See ya in a minute.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- [Sighs]

- Are you happy in Detroit?



   

                   

Yeah. Best town to be in

for a sportswriter.



   

                   

Football, basketball,

baseball, hockey, you name it.



   

                   

Are you giving

to your community?



   

                   

I-I... They're nuts for sports.



   

                   

You know, that's what I give 'em

every day in my column.



   

                   

Are you at peace

with yourself?



   

                   

[Chuckles]

I... I can't complain.



   

                   

Uh-huh. What

happened to the music?



   

                   

Wasn't that your passion,

to be a great pianist?



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah, I gave it a shot,

then I grew up.



   

                   

You grew up, huh?



   

                   

Married with kids?



   

                   

- Uh, no.

- Haven't found anybody

to share your heart with, huh?



   

                   

No. Yes, I have.

Definitely.



   

                   

Oh. Not enough

to get married?



   

                   

Uh, no. Well, y-yes.

I mean, you know, someday.



   

                   

But, uh, just

when we're both ready.



   

                   

When you're both ready?

Has she got a name?



   

                   

- Janine.

- Janine? That's a very beautiful name.



   

                   

SoJanine shares this "when we're

both ready" thing with you?



   

                   

No.

[Chuckles]



   

                   

Uh-huh.

[Laughs]



   

                   

I can see, Mitch, that we're gonna have

a great deal to talk about.



   

                   

- What are you writing?

- One more question.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- You know anything about this

disease that I've got here?



   

                   

This Lou Gehrig's disease?



   

                   

It melts ya like a candle,

you know?



   

                   

In my case,

from the bottom up.



   

                   

[Straining]

My legs... went first.



   

                   

Hands will be next...



   

                   

and eventually

it'll get the whole body.



   

                   

But you know what I dread?



   

                   

Someday soon somebody's gonna

have to wipe my ass for me.



   

                   

But... I'm a lucky man.



   

                   

- You're lucky?

- Yeah.



   

                   

I've still got time to learn...



   

                   

time to say good-bye

to the people I love...



   

                   

and time to teach

my final course.



   

                   

- About dying?

- Not about dying! About living!



   

                   

When you know how to die...



   

                   

you know how to live.



   

                   

No, no, no, no, no.

Well, you can't do that, can you?



   

                   

- Let me hear it again.

- [Toilet Flushing]



   

                   

- [Morrie Grunting]

- [Connie] I got you.



   

                   

Dave, you know what? I-I can't do this

right now. I'm really sorry.



   

                   

Yeah, I'm leaving

for the airport in five minutes.

Can I call you from the car?



   

                   

Yeah, just give me five minutes, okay?

Thanks a lot, man.



   

                   

- [Phone Beeps Off]

- [Morrie] Those were my dancing days.



   

                   

- Did you ever see me dance?

- No.



   

                   

I saw you do a lot of things,

but, uh, never dance.



   

                   

That's too bad, because they tell me

it was something to see.



   

                   

- I'll bet.

- Why don't you keep it?



   

                   

- Oh, no. Are you sure?

- Yeah.



   

                   

You remember that nickname

you used to give me?



   

                   

- Okay, here we go.

- Coach. I called you Coach.



   

                   

- Yeah.

- [Connie] Easy. Easy. Okay.



   

                   

Somehow I could never call you

Professor Schwartz.



   

                   

Well, I liked being called Coach.



   

                   

Maybe I should've gotten a whistle.

[Chuckles]



   

                   

- What's the matter? You gotta go?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Well, you'll be back.

- Well, I don't know, Coach.



   

                   

Uh, Detroit is     miles, you know?

It's a bit of a time problem.



   

                   

Well, uh, let me show you

something about time.



   

                   

[Takes Deep Breath]



   

                   

[Whispering]

One, two, three, four, five...



   

                   

six, seven, eight, nine,

ten, eleven, twelve.



   

                   

[Panting]



   

                   

Went to    last week.



   

                   

A kid like you...

I bet you go to    .



   

                   

You know, it's a good thing

to count your breaths now and then.



   

                   

Keeps you from putting

things off. Come here.



   

                   

I'm still your coach.

You promise me...



   

                   

that you'll come back to see

your old coach, huh?



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

I promised.



   

                   

I tried not to think about

the last time I promised.



   

                   

[Engine Starts,

Phone Rings]



   

                   

- [Phone Beeps]

- Hello?



   

                   

- [Man On Phone, Indistinct]

- Yeah. No, I have time now.

Let's hear it.



   

                   

[Mitch] What are the truly

important questions in life...



   

                   

and where do we go

to find the answers?



   

                   

There are many paths

on which to seek the truth.

Me, I go to press conferences.



   

                   

Today in his humble

high school stadium...



   

                   

I will know the answer

to the question of questions:



   

                   

What college will two-time all-state

quarterback Shawn Daley...



   

                   

choose to pursue

his higher education?



   

                   

And maybe play

a little football.



   

                   

All you guys

been coverin' my career...



   

                   

know that I have a dream,

which is to play in the NFL.



   

                   

[All Cheering]



   

                   

I been real careful lookin' over

all my scholarship offers...



   

                   

to choose the best one

to make my dream come true.



   

                   

Shawn, what are you planning

on getting your degree in?



   

                   

Well, I'm only gonna be there

two years, then I'll go pro.



   

                   

- [Cheering]

- [Indistinct]



   

                   

I mean, I mean, of course

I'm gonna study hard...



   

                   

and improve my education,

see what happens.



   

                   

And the truth shall set you free,

or make you a first-round draft choice.



   

                   

The college I've chose

to go to is...



   

                   

The moment of truth is here, folks.

On every lip is one prayer:



   

                   

" Please, God, let it be us."



   

                   

[All Cheering]



   

                   

[Laughing]



   

                   

[Shawn On Tape]

I mean, I mean... - 



   

                   

- Sounds like another good one.

- Hmm? I'm hungry too.



   

                   

Two minutes to deadline.

We'll go to dinner. Two minutes.



   

                   

Can you believe a major press

conference for a high school jock?



   

                   

Wonder what Morrie

would think of that.



   

                   

I know what he'd think. What kind

of message does that send...



   

                   

to kids who actually crack a book, study

their butts off and get scholarships?



   

                   

And who's gonna hold

a press conference for them?



   

                   

- Mitch, I'm going to my place tonight.

- Wherever you wanna eat.



   

                   

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you goin'?



   

                   

It's okay. Keep working.

I'm just tired. I'm gonna go.



   

                   

What are you talkin' about?

We're goin' to dinner like we

always do. What's the matter?



   

                   

Nothing. I have a session tomorrow.

I just want to go home.



   

                   

If we lived together,

you'd be home, but...



   

                   

Two minutes to deadline, okay? You have

a career. You understand deadlines.



   

                   

I'm a backup singer.

That's not a career, it's a job.



   

                   

You could have a great career

if you really wanted it.



   

                   

- I don't know what I want.

- You're too good to be singing backup.



   

                   

Mitch, that's not

what I'm talking about.



   

                   

I can't just keep going on

like this, you know,

waiting for you to fit me in. I-I...



   

                   

I gotta just think about what I want.

And so do you.



   

                   

Sorry. I did not mean to get

into this now. I'm gonna call you later.



   

                   

- [Phone Ringing]

- Janine, please don't go. Janine, wait.



   

                   

- Can... Obviously, we need to talk.

- [Pager Beeping]



   

                   

Obviously, we will talk.

I just need one minute, okay?



   

                   

Please. I love you. It's coming

in one minute. One minute!



   

                   

God. Please, just give

me a second. Please.



   

                   

[Tapping Keyboard, Sighs]



   

                   

[Tape, Indistinct]



   

                   

- [Phones Ringing]

- It's just not a good time, Mitch.



   

                   

- Any other time, I'd say okay,

take a few days off, relax.

- No, you wouldn't.



   

                   

- We got play-offs,

we got tennis, spring training.

- I know.



   

                   

You wanna take some time, why don't you

cut back from one of your other jobs?



   

                   

- Walter...

- Do you people work here?

I want you on the road, Mitch.



   

                   

Walter, I need to be here.

It's personal, okay?



   

                   

Oh, Janine.

The marriage thing again.



   

                   

I could recommend

a hell of a counselor.

We got divorced anyway.



   

                   

- Walter, can I just...

- Look, Mitch, I need you.

Detroit needs you.



   

                   

I'm sorry about your problems,

but you know what?

The world doesn't stop.



   

                   

- Okay.

- No, no, no. Come on.

No ground rules.



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

I left Janine with promises.



   

                   

We'd talk. We'd get help

as soon as I got back.



   

                   

- Meanwhile, Walter was right.

The world didn't stop.

- I'll see you Friday.



   

                   

Guys, have you got time

for a couple questions?



   

                   

Guys... Sam, what happened

in the fourth quarter?



   

                   

Danny, was your knee

bothering you?



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

I remembered my promise to Morrie...



   

                   

but when would I find time

to keep it?



   

                   

The strike wasn't about money.

It was never about money.



   

                   

Gee, how-

how did we miss that?



   

                   

It was about our worth

as human beings.



   

                   

Our self-worth

isn't being validated.



   

                   

But you're not a player.

You wouldn't understand.



   

                   

[Bat Hits Ball]



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating] America

had become a bazaar of self-help.



   

                   

Books, TVshows,

hundred-dollar-an-hour experts...



   

                   

all of them with answers

to the big important questions.



   

                   

This is the final call for Boston,

Arista Air flight     now boarding,

Gate    .



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating]

What did Morrie think of that?



   

                   

He wasn't in

the self-help business.



   

                   

He was standing on the tracks with

death's locomotive whistling toward him.



   

                   

His mind had become

a lightning rod for ideas.



   

                   

He saw things with incredible clarity.

I wanted that clarity.



   

                   

I thought I had it once.



   

                   

Who I was, what I wanted.

What had happened to me?



   

                   

[Woman] This is the last call

for Boston, Arista flight...



   

                   

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.



   

                   

****[Male Quartet Singing]



   

                   

**I love thejava jive

and it loves me **



   

                   

** Coffee and tea

and thejivin'and me **



   

                   

**A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup **



   

                   

* It's hot, look out *



   

                   

**I lovejava sweet and... **



   

                   

You almost missed the funeral.

No, it was Morrie's idea.



   

                   

A living funeral. He said he didn't

want to wait till he was dead...



   

                   

for people to say

nice things about him.



   

                   

- Go on in.

- **A cup, a cup, a cup **



   

                   

****[Man Scatting]



   

                   

* I love coffee and tea *



   

                   

**I love thejava jive

and it loves me **



   

                   

** Coffee and tea

and thejivin'and me **



   

                   

**A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup **



   

                   

**Boarrrrrrr ****



   

                   

That's terrific.



   

                   

Now listen, you've all said

such beautiful things.



   

                   

Believe it or not,

now I want to talk.



   

                   

- Oh. [Laughs]

- All I have is a voice.



   

                   

- We know, Dad. We know.

- That's-That's not me.



   

                   

That's from W.H. Auden,

my favorite poet.



   

                   

- We know that too, Dad.

- Oh, okay.



   

                   

"All I have is a voice...



   

                   

"to undo the folded lie...



   

                   

"the lie of authority...



   

                   

"whose buildings grope the sky.



   

                   

" No one exists alone.



   

                   

" Hunger allows no choice

to the citizen or police.



   

                   

"We must love one another...



   

                   

or die."



   

                   

We must...



   

                   

Iove one another...



   

                   

or die.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- [All Sobbing]



   

                   

[Quiet Chattering]



   

                   

Thank you.

I'll see you soon.



   

                   

- It was lovely, Morrie.

- Good-bye. Be well.



   

                   

- [Woman] Thank you.

- I know I should've called.



   

                   

I'm stealin' time

from my boss here.



   

                   

You missed my funeral. Never mind.

You'll catch the next one.



   

                   

**Another day **



   

                   

- **After I've called on you to speak **

- Thank you.



   

                   

**And you would say **

[Continues, Indistinct]



   

                   

- You're not sayin' much today.

- What's wrong with silence?



   

                   

- [Laughing]

- [Bike Bell Rings]



   

                   

You know what I miss?

Springtime on campus, huh?



   

                   

- That was always the best time.

- Yeah, for you professors, maybe.



   

                   

To us lowly students, spring meant

one thing... cramming for finals.



   

                   

Oh, yeah.

Beautiful day like this...



   

                   

and we made you spend it

buried in a book.



   

                   

Throw down your books! You have

nothing to lose but your grades.



   

                   

[Laughter, Murmuring]



   

                   

- Coach, you ever wish

you were young again?

- Nah.



   

                   

I've been young. I know how miserable

it can be, being young.



   

                   

Oh, push me

down there, huh?



   

                   

Aging isn't just decay,

you know? It's growth.



   

                   

So how come nobody ever says,

"Gee, I wish I were old"?



   

                   

Because this culture worships youth.

Me, I do not buy it.



   

                   

I've had my time to be   .

This is my time to be   .



   

                   

So, you were never

afraid of getting old?



   

                   

Oh, the fear of aging...

You know what that reflects, Mitch?



   

                   

- Lives that haven't found meaning.

- [Students Chattering]



   

                   

- The light changed.

- Oh.



   

                   

[Morrie]

Mitch, stop here.



   

                   

- This is where I used to dance.

- " Dance Free"?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- No wonder they went out ofbusiness.



   

                   

Not that kind of free, Mitch.



   

                   

I used to think if I couldn't dance,

I couldn't live.



   

                   

****[Tango]



   

                   

[Morrie] Sometimes I see myself

dancing, and I think...



   

                   

"Wow.! Oh, boy.!

I don't have ALS after all.



   

                   

"It's-It's a big mistake.



   

                   

It's all part of a lovely fantasy. "



   

                   

Butjust for a minute.



   

                   

Fantasy is useful.

You can learn from it.



   

                   

But, uh... this...



   

                   

this is what's real,

and I accept it.



   

                   

But is it really that easy? I mean,

don't you ever feel sorry for yourself?



   

                   

Oh, good...

Oh, you bet. God, I...



   

                   

Usually, in the morning... you know,

before everybody gets up...



   

                   

I get so... angry...



   

                   

and so bitter.



   

                   

I just... What the hell

did I ever do to deserve this?



   

                   

Where's the fairness?

What...



   

                   

[Sighs]

And I cry and I...



   

                   

rage.



   

                   

I mourn.



   

                   

And then I detach.



   

                   

It's over. That's it.



   

                   

All over. No more.



   

                   

I just look back on how

I've been feeling, and I say...



   

                   

"Well, that's self-pity, and that's

enough of that for today."



   

                   

- Just like that you stop?

- Yeah.



   

                   

That's all the time I give it.

Start thinking about

the day ahead, you know?



   

                   

The people that

are gonna come to see me...



   

                   

the stories that I'm gonna hear

and all the stuff I'm gonna learn.



   

                   

- Like from you, Mitch.

- From me?



   

                   

There's a place that

I've got to go now, Mitch.



   

                   

I hope you can handle it.



   

                   

[Laughs]



   

                   

Yeah, I think the chocolate

almond was the best of all,

but they don't carry it.



   

                   

How you doin', Morrie?

You ready for a good beatin'?



   

                   

- Hey.

- Hi.



   

                   

Hi there.

You ready for a beatin'?



   

                   

****[Tape: Woman Singing Opera]



   

                   

- You oughta get a zipper.

- [Connie] I know.



   

                   

If I ever learn how to sew.



   

                   

****[Opera Continues]



   

                   

- Oh, hey, Mrs. Schwartz.

- Oh, please.



   

                   

Call me Charlotte, Mitch.

Did he ever stop talking?



   

                   

[Chuckles] No. I was afraid

I was gonna tire him out.



   

                   

Oh, he never gets tired

if he's got friends to talk to.



   

                   

I'm so glad you came back.

You were one of his favorites.



   

                   

- You going back to work?

- Just for a couple of hours.



   

                   

[Sighs]

I hope you'll come again.



   

                   

[Morrie] Charlotte, wasn't that

a great funeral today, huh?



   

                   

- What a turnout.!

- [Laughing]



   

                   

How does he do it? How does he

stay so cheerful all the time?



   

                   

Well, sometimes the nights are

difficult for him. They really are.



   

                   

- [Morrie] Charlotte.

- Coming, dear.



   

                   

****[Opera Continues]



   

                   

[Morrie]

Every time Aldo works me over...



   

                   

I feel like he's given me

an extra couple of days.



   

                   

[Laughs]

You like massage?



   

                   

- Uh, not really, no.

- No?



   

                   

Oh, boy, I revel in it.



   

                   

You know what's funny? Some people

just don't like to be touched.



   

                   

I always found that

rather odd.



   

                   

When we're babies,

we live to be touched...



   

                   

to be held,

cuddled by your mother...



   

                   

comforted.



   

                   

We never seem

to get enough of that.



   

                   

We need it so badly. I...

[Crying]



   

                   

- Have a, uh...

- Yeah. You okay?



   

                   

Yeah. I cry a lot.

Maybe you noticed.



   

                   

- Do you cry, Mitch?

- Uh...



   

                   

All this makes you uncomfortable,

doesn't it? I... The crying and touching.



   

                   

I see you look away.

[Sniffs]



   

                   

I guess I'm just not really

a touchy-feely guy.



   

                   

- Yeah, it scares you.

- Doesn't scare me.



   

                   

Yes, it scares you.

All this does.



   

                   

Everything we're talking about...

death, dying.



   

                   

There is a reason why people

don't talk about these things.



   

                   

- Hmm?

- To spare people's feelings.



   

                   

To spare people's feel...

I never have understood that.



   

                   

How can you spare someone's

feelings by denying them?



   

                   

- [Grunts]

- What, you got a plane?



   

                   

No. You're not the only one

who has to use the commode

sometimes, you know?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

[Birds Chirping]



   

                   

Mmm. Days like this,

you used to hold classes outside.



   

                   

Uh, today is Tuesday. Tuesdays

I used to hold office hours.



   

                   

Oh, right, tutorials,

when you'd rip apart my papers.



   

                   

- [Chuckles] And we'd talk.

- And we'd talk.



   

                   

You were the first grown-up who ever

talked to me who wasn't a relative.



   

                   

And we're still talking.



   

                   

Only maybe you think what I'm talking

about doesn't apply to you now.



   

                   

You know who I forgot

to ask you about?



   

                   

- Your girlfriend with the beautiful

name. Uh, Janine, yeah.

- Janine.



   

                   

- Now, am I ever gonna meet her?

- Oh, I don't know, Coach.



   

                   

- Uh...

- "I don't know, Coach."



   

                   

- [Laughing]

- Uh... maybe.



   

                   

Maybe. You still don't know how

to say good-bye, do you, still?



   

                   

Come here.

I'll show you.



   

                   

[Laughs]

Oh, Mitch.



   

                   

I'm gonna get to you

one of these days, boy.



   

                   

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.



   

                   

[Mitch]

Bye-bye.



   

                   

What, did you

forget something?



   

                   

When can I come back?



   

                   

Office hours are Tuesdays.

We're Tuesday people, Mitch.



   

                   

[Door Closes, Engine Starts]



   

                   

[Announcer]

That's a nice first serve by Sergio...



   

                   

[Mitch, Reading]

"Love. What is love, anyway?



   

                   

"Can anybody tell me

what that word really means?



   

                   

"The temperamental U.S. Open

champ waxed philosophical as he

denied he was having an affair.



   

                   

"'We're not in love.

We're just friends.



   

                   

Love is what I feel

for my god and my wife. "'



   

                   

- [All Laughing]

- You didn't see the ball!



   

                   

[Mitch] There he goes again.

This guy's not having a good week.



   

                   

Oh-ho, yes!



   

                   

[Sergio Shouting In Italian]



   

                   

[Indistinct Shouting]



   

                   

How do you guys

sleep at night, eh?



   

                   

- Some of them sleep with their wives.

- [All Laughing]



   

                   

That's it. Media out!

Out, all of you! Out! Out!



   

                   

Get out of my life.!

Out.! Out, out.!



   

                   

- [Laughter]

- [Reporter] Oh, my God!



   

                   

Hey, Mitch! Hey, why don't you clock out

already and come over and join us?



   

                   

- Come on.

- I'll be there in a minute.



   

                   

- [Dialing Cell Phone]

- Very mature.



   

                   

- [Laughing Continues]

- [Phone Ringing]



   

                   

[Sighs]

Hello?



   

                   

Hey, I didn't wake you, did I?

I just wanted to hear your voice.



   

                   

No, I was gonna call you. I, uh,

I've been doing a lot of thinking.



   

                   

Yeah, so have I.



   

                   

Mitch, I don't think we should

see each other anymore.



   

                   

- [Raucous Laughter]

- What?



   

                   

- Whoa, wait a minute.

Wait... Let me just...

- No, no, just let me say this.



   

                   

I can't keep pretending that we're

ever going to be a real couple...



   

                   

because I know in my heart

that we are never going to be.



   

                   

- Please don't say that, Janine.

- Mitch.



   

                   

This is so hard,

but I can't wait anymore.



   

                   

We just don't want

the same things.



   

                   

That's not true.

I love you. I...



   

                   

I know you love me.

And I love you.



   

                   

[Crying]

But I need more than that.



   

                   

- Okay.

- [Reporter] Oh, my God.!



   

                   

Can we please just not

do this on the phone?



   

                   

I-I will get a plane.

I will come home tonight.



   

                   

No, Mitch, don't.

I won't be here. It's too late.



   

                   

- Janine.

- I can't be with you anymore.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

Hello? Janine? Hello?



   

                   

Hey, mystery woman.!

He's sneaking her out.!



   

                   

[All Shouting]



   

                   

Mitch, come on, let's go.



   

                   

- Mitch, get the lead out!

- I'm coming. I'm coming.



   

                   

- Hey, Sergio!

- [Shouting Continues]



   

                   

[Mitch Grunting]



   

                   

- [Tires Screeching]

- What the hell am I doing?



   

                   

[Dispatcher On Radio, Indistinct]



   

                   

[Chattering]



   

                   

[Gasping, Wheezing]



   

                   

[Groaning]



   

                   

It's all right, sweetheart.

I'm here. I'm right here.



   

                   

God bless you, sweetheart.



   

                   

- Ta-da! Food man. Hey, Connie.

- Hey.



   

                   

Is that Mitch?

Must be Tuesday.



   

                   

It's Mitch.

How ya doin', Coach?



   

                   

I hope you haven't eaten already,

'cause I got some very good stuff here.



   

                   

- Ah, what do you got?

- I got...



   

                   

some hummus.



   

                   

- Ahhh.

- I got pita bread, nice and warm.



   

                   

- Yeah, good.

- I got apple cobbler.



   

                   

And I got... I got that.



   

                   

Huh. Tongue!



   

                   

- Ugh.

- You remembered.



   

                   

Oh, you don't forget somebody

eating tongue. No, no.



   

                   

It's like repressed memory. It actually

attacks me in the middle of the night.



   

                   

- What is that?

- Well, if you're gonna keep giving me...



   

                   

this meaning of life stuff,

I want to remember it.



   

                   

- I'd like your voice.

- When I'm dead?



   

                   

- No, don't say that.

- Mitch, I'm dying.



   

                   

- It's been established.

- Yeah, yeah.



   

                   

[Sighs]

That's a pretty big machine, huh.



   

                   

Must've cost you a fortune.



   

                   

You know what? This is a stupid

intrusion. I'm gonna put it away.



   

                   

Hey, you still don't understand.

I want you to remember...



   

                   

and I want people

to know my story.



   

                   

That's a very nice machine.

Now, put it back. Go on.



   

                   

- Okay.

- All right.



   

                   

Now do you want to hear

a real tragedy?



   

                   

I can't eat tongue anymore.



   

                   

But I'm gonna save it.



   

                   

Maybe I should have it mounted

and hang it in my study, huh?



   

                   

Okay. So I made a list

of subjects for you to talk about.



   

                   

All the heavy stuff... death,

love, marriage, family.



   

                   

Oh, all of the stuff

that you're scared of. Huh.



   

                   

- Things I want to hear you talk about.

- And you're scared of.



   

                   

Why be ashamed? Everybody's

afraid of those things.



   

                   

Add fear to the list.



   

                   

You don't seem to be scared.



   

                   

I told you, I have

my early morning moments.



   

                   

Did you ever know anybody

who was dying?



   

                   

Yeah, I had an uncle.

Mike. He was young.



   

                   

He was more

of a brother, really.



   

                   

Testing, testing.

[Clears Throat]



   

                   

Mike taught me football, taught me

music, taught me how to drive.



   

                   

[Chuckles] We used to drive around

this empty lot for hours.



   

                   

Yeah, he was   

when he died. Cancer.



   

                   

And you never

talked about it?



   

                   

We did what people do, you know?

We pretended nothing was wrong.



   

                   

- Hmm.

- That's actually when I gave up

music, when Mike died.



   

                   

- Oh, yeah, when you grew up, huh?

- When I woke up, Coach.



   

                   

Saw I better get moving if I'm

gonna make anything out of my life.



   

                   

Well, you made a big success.

I always knew you would. But you ran.



   

                   

Did you ever stop to think

about what you're running from?



   

                   

[Turns On Recorder,

Clears Throat]



   

                   

Okay, what do you want

to tackle first here?



   

                   

Death? Love? What about

marriage? That's a good one.



   

                   

- Stickball.

- Stickball?



   

                   

- Yeah. Did you ever play stickball?

- Uh, no.



   

                   

Kids don't play stickball anymore,

really. I played Little League.



   

                   

They don't play anymore?

Oh, that's too bad.



   

                   

Stickball was what

all the slum kids played.



   

                   

You know, where I grew up.

Manhattan, the Lower East Side.



   

                   

- [Children Chattering]

- A broom handle and a rubber ball

was all you needed.



   

                   

You could play anywhere.



   

                   

Best place to play was

right outside the candy store

my mother ran for the landlord.



   

                   

[Woman Shouting In Russian]



   

                   

- My mother was only   .

- Moyshe!



   

                   

- But she was sick

as long as I could remember.

- Moyshe! Moyshe!



   

                   

I felt if I ignored it, maybe

the sickness would go away.



   

                   

What happened to her?



   

                   

She went to the hospital,

and she died there.



   

                   

[Sobbing]



   

                   

They sent us a telegram.



   

                   

My father couldn't read English,

so I had to read it.



   

                   

[Reading In Yiddish]



   

                   

[Morrie] That's how I learned

that my mother had died.



   

                   

I've still got the telegram.



   

                   

It's all that's left

of my mother, except memories.



   

                   

So you grew up

with your father?



   

                   

My father... He was an immigrant

from Russia, a very silent man.



   

                   

He never showed

what he really felt.



   

                   

After my mother died, he...

he'd come home from work...



   

                   

when he could get work...



   

                   

and he'd never

come in the house.



   

                   

He'd stay outside,

read the newspaper...



   

                   

until he knew I was asleep.



   

                   

What was he feeling?

See, I never knew.



   

                   

What... Was he in pain?

Was he suffering? I...



   

                   

All I knew was that...

that I needed his love.



   

                   

I needed him to hold me

so I wouldn't be so afraid.



   

                   

[Sighs]



   

                   

Never got it, though, did you?



   

                   

No. Not from him.



   

                   

He remarried

about a year later.



   

                   

[Speaking Russian]



   

                   

[Morrie] 'Course I resented her

at first. I pushed her away.



   

                   

[Yiddish]



   

                   

But she was

a wonderful woman.



   

                   

And from her, after I stopped being

such a little smart-ass...



   

                   

- ** [Singing In Yiddish]

- I finally began to get

the love that I'd been missing.



   

                   

** [Singing Continues]



   

                   

[Mitch] What about your father?

Did things get better?



   

                   

[Morrie]

He did something...



   

                   

God, I found

very, very hard to forgive.



   

                   

He said I had a new mother...



   

                   

and that I should forget.



   

                   

He wouldn't even let me talk

about my mother.



   

                   

It was like she'd never existed.

[Sobbing]



   

                   

- Need help here.

- I think we should stop.



   

                   

No. I want you to hear this.



   

                   

My father was afraid of love.



   

                   

He couldn't give it, and

he couldn't receive it either.



   

                   

- Maybe that's worse.

- Morrie, we should stop.



   

                   

Not letting

ourselves be loved...



   

                   

because we're too afraid of giving

ourselves to someone we might lose.



   

                   

[Gasping]



   

                   

[Gasping Continues]



   

                   

- Um... Connie! Connie!

- [Hissing]



   

                   

Ahh. Connie! Connie!



   

                   

[Bell Ringing]



   

                   

You're okay. Okay.



   

                   

- [Groaning]

- That's it. Okay, breathe.



   

                   

Good. Good.

Okay. You're okay.



   

                   

[Morrie Sighing]



   

                   

[Pager Beeping]



   

                   

[Sighs]



   

                   

[Phone Rings]



   

                   

Where the hell are you?

You're supposed to be

in New York for the play-offs.



   

                   

Yeah, I'll be there

tonight, Walter.



   

                   

Oh, it's only the play-offs.

Hey, what is this number?

How many jobs have you got?



   

                   

It's got nothing

to do with work. I just...



   

                   

- I thought that the column came first.

- This is personal, okay?



   

                   

I just need

a little bit of time...



   

                   

You have time

for everybody but me.



   

                   

- I got plenty of guys here

dyin' to write a column.

- What is that supposed to mean?



   

                   

- You think Detroit

can't live without you?

- Why don't you find out.



   

                   

You know that comp time you've got

built up? I suggest that you take it.



   

                   

- You do whatever the hell you want to.

- Well, fine, I will.



   

                   

Fine!



   

                   

[Toilet Flushing]



   

                   

[Connie]

Here we go.



   

                   

We'll soon have you

back in your chair.



   

                   

Okay, I'm just gonna

get your feet clear.



   

                   

One. Okay, you're all set.



   

                   

Connie. Connie,

show me how to do that?



   

                   

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. Come on over here.



   

                   

Okay, now bend down.



   

                   

- Slide your arms under his

like you're lifting a log.

- Okay.



   

                   

- Okay, now he can't

help you at all, honey.

- Like this?



   

                   

- Yeah, it has to be all you.

- All right.



   

                   

- Now lift. Okay.

- [Morrie Groaning]



   

                   

- Sorry. I'll get it.

- Okay, let him move.



   

                   

Okay, okay, good.

All right, I got ya.



   

                   

- I got ya. Okay.

- [Groaning Continues]



   

                   

- Okay.

- You got him.



   

                   

[Groans, Sighs]



   

                   

- Sorry. You all right?

- Oh, yeah.



   

                   

Sorry. I'll get better at it.



   

                   

[Morrie Mutters]



   

                   

Don't look so sad

because I'm gonna die, Mitch.



   

                   

Everybody's gonna die.

Even you.



   

                   

But most people don't believe it.



   

                   

They should have a bird

on their shoulder.



   

                   

That's what the Buddhists do.



   

                   

Just imagine a little bird

on your shoulder...



   

                   

and every day you say, "Is this the day

I'm gonna die, little bird?



   

                   

" Huh? Am I ready? Am I leading

the life I want to lead?



   

                   

Am I the person that I want to be?"



   

                   

If we accept the fact

that we can die at any time,

we'd lead our lives differently.



   

                   

So every day you say,

"Is this the day?"



   

                   

- Hmm?

- One sec. One sec.



   

                   

Okay, go ahead.



   

                   

[Morrie On Tape] If you did

have a bird on your shoulder...



   

                   

you wouldn't put off the things

closest to your heart.



   

                   

[Mitch Narrating] I didn't need

the recorder to hear his voice anymore.



   

                   

It was always in my mind now.



   

                   

I thought ofhis helpless weight

in my arms as I lifted him... - 



   

                   

that frail, failing body...



   

                   

and the voice, the spirit inside...



   

                   

at its ruthless mercy.



   

                   

- [Muttering]

- And time whooshing past...



   

                   

like thejet stream

outside my window.



   

                   

And notjust for Morrie.



   

                   

I'd taken Morrie's advice.

I'd put a bird on my shoulder.



   

                   

O-Oh, yeah. Come on in, baby.

Let's hear it back.



   

                   

- Oh, hey, Mitch Man, I didn't see you.

- Hey.



   

                   

- So, what do you think?

- Oh, I couldn't hear it. I was outside.



   

                   

No, no, no. I mean, about her

going solo. No more backup.



   

                   

- She didn't tell you we're

gonna lay down some tracks?

- Get outta here.



   

                   

Oh, yeah, man. She's got the voice.

I mean, all she needs is the "want to. "



   

                   

Very nice, baby.

Let's hear playback.



   

                   

- Hi.

- Hi.



   

                   

** Where is that worn-out wish **



   

                   

** That I threw aside **



   

                   

**After **



   

                   

- This sounds great.

- ** What **



   

                   

**My lover needs ****



   

                   

Can we go someplace after this?

I really need to talk to you.



   

                   

Mitch, we broke up.

Don't do this, please.



   

                   

- Good night, guys.

- I think it's great,

you goin' out on your own.



   

                   

Well, I'm singing.

That's enough for me.



   

                   

- Uh, so I've been

seeing a lot of Morrie.

- How's he doin'?



   

                   

He's amazing. When I'm with him,

I don't want to be anywhere else.



   

                   

I don't even take my cell phone

with me anymore.



   

                   

- That is amazing.

- Uh, he's made me think

about a lot of things.



   

                   

- [People Laughing]

- And, uh...



   

                   

Well, he always asks about you.

He really wants to meet you.



   

                   

Will-Will you come with me

to see him next Tuesday?



   

                   

- Mitch, how can you do this?

- I want you to get

to know him the way I do.



   

                   

How can you just... blow in and

expect me to come back into your life...



   

                   

- as though nothing's happened?

- Something has happened.



   

                   

Look, Janine, I have

something to say to you...



   

                   

and I really can't do it here.



   

                   

W-Will you come home

with me? Please?



   

                   

I can't. I'm sorry.



   

                   

- Janine, come on. Please.

- Morrie sounds wonderful.



   

                   

He's done something for you.

I can see that.



   

                   

And I wish I could've met him.

But it's just too late.



   

                   

- Janine? Janine, please.

Can we just talk for once?

- [Engine Starts]



   

                   

A few months ago, Shawn Daley,

   a hot college prospect,

had a brilliant future.



   

                   

Cut to last night: Sports car,

drinking, drugs, tree.



   

                   

- Well, you know the story.

- If they cancel my scholarship,

it's like my life is over.



   

                   

- I'm dead.

- Yeah, right, Shawn.

You're    in perfect health.



   

                   

You maybe blow a scholarship,

and you think you're dead?



   

                   

You got your whole life left

to screw up in, you stupid idiot.



   

                   

On his way home from yet another night

of toasting his success...



   

                   

Shawn crashed his new GTO "jockmobile"

into an innocent tree.



   

                   

Shawn, who managed

to squeak past his SATs...



   

                   

had no such luck

with his drug and alcohol tests.



   

                   

With no daily deadlines, noJanine,

I had lots of time on my hands.



   

                   

I thought of Morrie counting his

breaths, what time meant to him.



   

                   

[Morrie] Work, money, ambition.

We bury ourselves in these things.



   

                   

But we never stand back and say,

"Is this what I want?"



   

                   

[Mitch]

Unless somebody teaches us to.



   

                   

[Morrie]

We all need teachers, Mitch.



   

                   

- Why'd you become a teacher?

- I needed a job.



   

                   

Lots of jobs pay better than teacher.

You could've been a doctor or a lawyer.



   

                   

I hate the sight of blood.

And I hate lawyers.



   

                   

[Laughs] So what made you

become a teacher?



   

                   

[Coughs] Well, you think there's only

one reason why we do things?



   

                   

[Coughs]

In a way, because of my father.



   

                   

- Your father?

- Yeah. It's...



   

                   

- Is this him?

- Yeah. Yeah.



   

                   

Well, he doesn't seem like the kind

of guy who would encourage you.



   

                   

He didn't. He tried

to get me started in his trade.



   

                   

- What did he do?

- Sewed fur coats together,

when he could find work.



   

                   

There was this... factory.

It was a sweatshop.



   

                   

Third Street and Avenue B.



   

                   

- Still remember the address?

- I will never forget that place.



   

                   

It was the only work he knew,

and he hated it.



   

                   

- But he wanted you to work in it?

- What could he do?



   

                   

Hunger allows no choice.



   

                   

[Workers Shouting

In Foreign Language]



   

                   

I'd hear him complain to my stepmother.

How he was cursed at, belittled.



   

                   

Always pushed to do more, and

denied the money he had coming.



   

                   

That was my father's world.



   

                   

It was going to be my world too...



   

                   

- except I found out something that day.

- [Gasping]



   

                   

- [Mitch] That you'd

do anything but that.

- Something else.



   

                   

It's when I learned

I had asthma.



   

                   

- [Laughing]

- 'Course, they thought

I was just a crybaby...



   

                   

- that I was scared.

- [Gasping Continues]



   

                   

They were right about my being scared,

but there was something else.



   

                   

I made a vow that I would

never do work that used people...



   

                   

that hurt them

and degraded them.



   

                   

I was never gonna make money

off the sweat and pain of others.



   

                   

- Tsk. So, in a way,

you owe your father.

- Yeah.



   

                   

My-My-My stepmother, Eva...



   

                   

- uh, she was just the opposite.

- Loz der moyekh trakhtn.



   

                   

Everything I love about

education I learned from her.



   

                   

The father of our country is?



   

                   

- [Slurping]

- [Young Morrie] Washington?



   

                   

It's what I call

the tension of opposites.



   

                   

- [Mitch] The tension of...

- [Morrie] Opposites.



   

                   

Life pulling you back

and forth like a rubber band.



   

                   

Pull you one way, you think

that's what you want to do.



   

                   

Pull you another way, you think

that's what you have to do.



   

                   

- Sounds like a wrestling match.

- You could describe life that way.



   

                   

- So, who wins?

- Love. Love always wins.



   

                   

You don't believe that?



   

                   

I don't know. Maybe I don't. I mean,

have you looked at the news lately?



   

                   

Love's not exactly racking up

the gold medals out there.



   

                   

Maybe the game isn't over yet.



   

                   

- What are we... We're through?

- Coach, can I talk to you

for a second as a friend?



   

                   

That's the way we always talk.

Now, why did you stop the tape?



   

                   

Well, because this is, uh...

Uh, I need a little help here.



   

                   

Um, I bought a ring forJanine...

an engagement ring.



   

                   

Congratulations! Does this mean

I finally get to meet her? [Coughs]



   

                   

Well, um... Look, I'm ready

to make the plunge.



   

                   

I really am. I'm talkin' marriage,

family, the whole nine...



   

                   

Everything I've been putting off

up to this point, basically. But, um...



   

                   

Okay, I take her way too much

for granted. I always have. I know that.



   

                   

And, believe me, I know what a selfish

jerk I can be, especially with my time.



   

                   

But, um... You know,

it's just what you said.



   

                   

It's about this fear that I have about

not just giving love but receiving it.



   

                   

And, uh... And of being part of something

that isn't just all about me. And, uh...



   

                   

You know, uh, living

for somebody else and, uh...



   

                   

- uh, learning to give and, uh...

- She didn't like the ring?



   

                   

Oh, I never even

got to give it to her.



   

                   

- But you love each other?

- Yes, we do, a lot.



   

                   

Uh-huh.



   

                   

So, if love always wins, what the heck

is the matter with us? [Chuckles]



   

                   

I could use a little...

little wisdom here.



   

                   

Maybe my wisdom

isn't what you need.



   

                   

Start that thing again.



   

                   

This is our last thesis together.

We got to get it right.



   

                   

We don't have a lot of time.



   

                   

[Coughs]



   

                   

[Morrie On Tape]

We think we don't deserve love.



   

                   

That if we let it come in,

we'll become soft.



   

                   

[Mitch] He had answers

for all the big, important things.



   

                   

- [Morrie Continues On Tape]

- Why not me?



   

                   

Love is the only rational act.



   

                   

Said it right.

Love is the only rational act.



   

                   

Let it come in.



   

                   

- [Tape Recorder Clicks Off]

- [Sighs]



   

                   

[Beeps]



   

                   

Okay, I'll be right down.



   

                   

Thanks, Lloyd. I'll just

be a couple of minutes.



   

                   

[Mitch] I hate sports metaphors.

I never use 'em.



   

                   

But this was a real Hail Mary.

A last-second desperation play.



   

                   

I wrote a letter toJanine.

Everything I'd never said to her.



   

                   

Including the part

where I begged her to marry me.



   

                   

****[Mitch Playing Jazz On Piano]



   

                   

My Hail Mary hadn't worked.



   

                   

As Tuesday neared, I had plenty of time

to think what a stupid idea it was.



   

                   

[Phone Ringing]



   

                   

[Answering Machine Clicking]



   

                   

- [Beeps]

- Mitch. Walter. Call me, please.



   

                   

I've got a temper, so do you.

It goes with the job. Just...



   

                   

I'm tryin' to tell you that I'm...



   

                   

****[Resumes]



   

                   

I asked for an "aisle. "

You're gonna find me an "aisle. "



   

                   

- Is that too much to ask?

- What the hell happened

to the air conditioning?



   

                   

It's not the airline's fault, sir.

Just wait your turn.



   

                   

Hey, back off, pal! Huh?

I got a big, big problem here.



   

                   

[Woman On P.A.]

Please consult a ticket representative...



   

                   

What are you going to do?



   

                   

[Clicks Heels]



   

                   

If this is a no,

why didn't you just call me?



   

                   

Because I don't know

what the answer is.



   

                   

Whatever Morrie did that

made you write that letter...



   

                   

I want to see for myself.



   

                   

Food man's back!



   

                   

- Hey, how's he doing today?

- Not so good.



   

                   

- You can put the food

in the kitchen and...

- I'll see you later.



   

                   

- I'll go get 'em.

- Uh, Connie? Connie?



   

                   

- I'd like you to meetJanine.

- Oh, hi. I'm sorry.



   

                   

So many people come through that door,

sometimes I forget my manners.



   

                   

- Very nice to meet you.

- Hi.



   

                   

All right. Let's see. Can you take

some of this off this table, please?



    

                   

- Uh-huh.

- You can just put it right up there.



    

                   

- You all right?

- Yeah.



    

                   

It's gonna be fine.

The two people I love the most...



    

                   

are finally

gonna meet each other.



    

                   

[Wheelchair Clattering]



    

                   

[Connie]

All right. Here we go.



    

                   

- Oh, there's my buddy.

- Hey, Coach. How ya doin' today?



    

                   

All right

[Laughs]



    

                   

- [Kissing]

- What'd ya bring today?



    

                   

- I have some grape leaves.

I got some pasta salad.

- Oh, boy. Uh-huh.



    

                   

- Nice warm pita bread.

- Oh, you always bring the right things.



    

                   

- Oh!

- Oh, uh, I brought something

else with me today, Coach.



    

                   

Morrie...



    

                   

- this is Janine.

- Yeah, Janine.



    

                   

Can I tell ya somethin'?

You're as lovely as your name.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

[Both Laughing]



    

                   

[Slurping]



    

                   

[Slurping]



    

                   

- [Slurping]

- [Clears Throat] Morrie...



    

                   

- Huh?

- TellJanine the story you

told me... about the ocean?



    

                   

- The ocean? Oh, the little wave?

- Yeah.



    

                   

Yeah, it's a sweet little story.



    

                   

See, there's this little wave.



    

                   

And he's out there bobbing up and down

and havin'a grand old time.



    

                   

You know, just enjoying

the sunshine and the wind...



    

                   

Right. Until he see...

Until he sees the other waves.



    

                   

Yeah. He sees the other waves crashing

into the shore, so he gets scared.



    

                   

- And another wave sees him and...

- He's like, "Oh, my God."



    

                   

- Look at what's gonna happen to me.

- Does he do this to you?



    

                   

- I'm tryin' to tell a story here.

- Sorry.



    

                   

And another wave says to him,

"Why do you look so sad?"



    

                   

And the little waves says,

" Because we're gonna crash.



    

                   

All us waves are gonna be nothin:

Don't ya understand?"



    

                   

And the other wave says,

"You don't understand.



    

                   

You're not a wave.

You're part of the ocean."



    

                   

Part... of the ocean.

[Coughs]



    

                   

- Oh, that's a beautiful story

- [Gasps] Thank you.



    

                   

Okay.

No. I got ya.



    

                   

- [Morrie Gasping]

- [Oxygen Tank Hissing]



    

                   

Okay. There you go.



    

                   

[Steady Breathing]



    

                   

- Okay.

- Okay?



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

My helper, that one.



    

                   

Mitch tells me you're a wonderful

singer, a professional, huh?



    

                   

Well, I mostly sing backup.



    

                   

- Backup?

- Uh-huh.



    

                   

Yeah, background, you know?

The humming and the oohing that

makes the singer sound good.



    

                   

But she's not really gonna

do that anymore.



    

                   

- Oh, you don't like

the humming and oohing?

- No, it's just that she's gonna be...



    

                   

- the one out front now.

- I like singing, any kind.



    

                   

Yeah, but let somebody else

back her up.



    

                   

I don't feel like

I have to be number one.



    

                   

- What's wrong with being number two?

- [Laughs]



    

                   

Would you sing for me?



    

                   

You know what, Coach?

Everybody asks her that.



    

                   

I'll tell ya what, she's recording now.

I'll bring ya a tape next time.



    

                   

Wouldn't that be nice?

Would you excuse us for a few minutes?



    

                   

Exc... Me?



    

                   

Yeah, just go make some phone calls

or something like that, would ya?



    

                   

- Sure.

- Bye.



    

                   

[No Audible Dialogue]



    

                   

- Hey.

- Oh, hi.



    

                   

No, no. Please don't get up.

You look exhausted.



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

So, is it...

It's really bad?



    

                   

Yeah, it's getting to his lungs.

Couple of times there, I thought

we were really gonna lose him.



    

                   

It's a damned shame.

He's such a sweet man.



    

                   

****[Janine Singing]



    

                   

** That's everything **



    

                   

** The very thought of you **



    

                   

**And I forget to do **



    

                   

* The little ordinary things *



    

                   

** That everyone ought to do **



    

                   

**I see your face in every flower **



    

                   

** Your eyes in stars above **



    

                   

**It's just the thought of you **



    

                   

* The very thought of you *



    

                   

- **My love ****

- [Laughs]



    

                   

I told you there'd be tears.

[Chuckles]



    

                   

Mitch doesn't believe in tears.

I'll get to him someday.



    

                   

[Chuckles]



    

                   

[Mitch] You ever gonna tell me

what you talked about?



    

                   

He told me how much

he loved dancing.



    

                   

That's all?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Hmm, mostly he let me talk.



    

                   

[Chuckles]



    

                   

So many times

I've heard you sing.



    

                   

Never like that.



    

                   

Um...



    

                   

The letter I wrote, I guess

it wasn't the best way...



    

                   

The ring that you

gave me was beautiful.



    

                   

[Scoffs]

But you gave it back to me.



    

                   

Well, when you

give it to me again...



    

                   

I'd like for you

to do it in person.



    

                   

- Okay.

- Mmm.



    

                   

[Sobbing]



    

                   

[Mitch] I talk to Charlotte

almost daily now.



    

                   

She told me about the bad times that

I rarely saw on our Tuesdays together.



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

Now I was afraid that

each Tuesday would be our last.



    

                   

[Thunderclap]



    

                   

He hasn't been able to eat solid food

for some time now, Mitch.



    

                   

I'm sorry, Charlotte.



    

                   

I just want to bring

him something, you know?



    

                   

- [Coughing]

- Boy, maybe I shouldn't

stay today, huh?



    

                   

Oh, don't be silly. He's been

asking for you all morning.



    

                   

"Where's Mitch?

It's Tuesday. "



    

                   

You bring him a great deal, Mitch.

You bring him so much.



    

                   

****[Soprano Singing Opera]



    

                   

****[Continues]



    

                   

- Hiya, Coach.

- Hiya, buddy.



    

                   

[Chuckles]

How ya doin'?



    

                   

Ever see such rain?



    

                   

Oh! I was thinking

about the kids...



    

                   

trying to move their stuff

into the dorms out of the cars.



    

                   

- It must be gettin' all wet.

- Nah.



    

                   

These days some people hire

people to do that for 'em.



    

                   

- Oh?

- They go off and have

a latte somewhere.



    

                   

- So, how ya feelin', Coach?

- Oh...



    

                   

I passed a landmark.



    

                   

Remember what I said about someday

somebody havin' to wipe my ass?



    

                   

- I'm there.

- You're not gonna expect

me to do that, are you?



    

                   

Why not?

You might be good at it.



    

                   

You know, the culture teaches us

to be ashamed of that. See, I don't...



    

                   

- W-W-W-W-Wait. You always...

- [Indistinct]



    

                   

- Wait. You always

start before I'm ready.

- Huh?



    

                   

- You always start before

I'm ready. Wait. Okay.

- Oh.



    

                   

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You okay?

- [Groans]



    

                   

Coach, maybe we shouldn't

work today, huh?



    

                   

You look like you

should be in bed to me.



    

                   

If you're in bed, you're dead.

That's my latest aphorism.



    

                   

We're gonna work, and

the subject is dependency.



    

                   

- Go.

- I'm dependent on others...



    

                   

for just about

everything, you know...



    

                   

eating, urinating,

blowing my nose.



    

                   

The culture says

I should be ashamed of that.



    

                   

- Since when have you ever

done what the culture says?

- Oh, since never.



    

                   

There is nothing innately

shameful about being dependent.



    

                   

- [Groans]

- What's the matter?



    

                   

My feet. There's some

salve over there.



    

                   

They're... They're useless,

you know, but they hurt. I-I...



    

                   

When we're infants,

we need others to survive.



    

                   

When we're dying,

we need others to survive.



    

                   

But here's the secret. In between,

we need others even more.



    

                   

We must love

one another or die.



    

                   

- Oh, quoting Auden, huh?

- No. I'm quoting you.



    

                   

- Oh.

- I do that a lot these days.



    

                   

Once you learn how to die,

you learn how to live.



    

                   

Yeah, but do you believe that?

Does it apply to you?



    

                   

I don't know.



    

                   

If you listen to that little bird

on your shoulder, you'll believe.



    

                   

It's not that easy, Coach.

Out in the world it's kind of hard...



    

                   

- it's kind of hard to get

in touch with your inner bird.

- [Chuckles]



    

                   

Ever tried being spiritual

in a locker room full of naked jocks?



    

                   

You hate that word,

don't you? "Spiritual."



    

                   

You think it's just

touchy-feely stuff, huh?



    

                   

Well, I guess

I just don't understand it.



    

                   

We must love

one another or die!



    

                   

It's a very simple

lesson, Mitch.



    

                   

Good student like you shouldn't

have any trouble with it.



    

                   

What are you thinking about?



    

                   

I was thinking about regrets.



    

                   

- What do you have to regret?

- [Laughs] So much.



    

                   

Pride, vanity,

hardness of heart.



    

                   

When were you

ever hard-hearted?



    

                   

I had a strange dream.



    

                   

I saw my father...



    

                   

under a tree...



    

                   

He was reading

his paper, as usual.



    

                   

You know how my father died?



    

                   

- I think he was scared to death.

- How?



    

                   

Well, it was after

I was grown up.



    

                   

One night he was walking and reading

his paper, like he always did.



    

                   

Some muggers

pulled a gun on him.



    

                   

He threw his wallet down and ran.



    

                   

Now, he had seen

terrible things in his life.



    

                   

Why was he

so scared that night?



    

                   

He ran until his heart gave out.



    

                   

I got a call from the police.



    

                   

Come down to the morgue...



    

                   

and identify him.



    

                   

I looked at my father.

I didn't even cry.



    

                   

I've got tears

for everything nowadays.



    

                   

But I couldn't cry for him.



    

                   

I couldn't forgive him.

Not then.



    

                   

- But you did.

- Yes, too late.



    

                   

First, I had to understand

and forgive myself.



    

                   

All those years that

I shut my heart to him.



    

                   

Why couldn't I stop

and see what was in his?



    

                   

[Sighs]

God, that poor man...



    

                   

was scared most of his life.



    

                   

I was selfish. I thought of nothing

but how I needed him.



    

                   

Oh, God, the waste of it all!



    

                   

I... Forgive everybody everything!



    

                   

Now! Don't wait!



    

                   

Not everybody has

the time that I'm getting.



    

                   

[Labored Breathing]



    

                   

I won't die like he did.

[Laughs]



    

                   

I'll be surrounded by love...



    

                   

of my family, my friends.



    

                   

At peace.



    

                   

Yes, the tension of opposites.



    

                   

We learn from what hurts us...



    

                   

as much as what

loves us, you know?



    

                   

****[Opera]



    

                   

****[Continues]



    

                   

- [Grunts]

- Okay.



    

                   

- You all right. Okay?

- Yeah.



    

                   

****[Continues]



    

                   

- I've never seen your bedroom before.

- I hope you never see it again.



    

                   

- When you're in bed, you're dead.

- Yeah, well...



    

                   

sometimes a bed's

just for sleepin', okay?



    

                   

- [Aldo] Let's roll over, Morrie.

- There ya go.



    

                   

- How's the congestion today, huh?

- [Groans]



    

                   

Let's see what

we can knock loose, huh?



    

                   

Ooh.! Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh.!

What are you doin'? What are you doin'?



    

                   

[Groans]



    

                   

Well, he's got all this

poison in his lungs.



    

                   

And this keeps it

from solidifyin'.



    

                   

Feel it in there, Morrie, huh?

Do ya feel it loosenin'?



    

                   

- Feel something loosening.

- [Pounding Continues]



    

                   

Maybe it's my ribs.

[Groans]



    

                   

- [Connie] Mitch, telephone.

- Saved by the bell, huh?



    

                   

[Groaning]



    

                   

- Hello.

- Hey, buddy. It's Walter.

Finally got ya on the phone.



    

                   

- Yeah. Sorry. I should've called.

- Yeah. Look, uh...



    

                   

Janine told me about, you know,

your friend back there, uh...



    

                   

Should've said something.



    

                   

Um, anyway,

I'll make this short.



    

                   

I was wrong, and I'm sorry.



    

                   

Just, uh, tell me

how far I have to crawl.



    

                   

- Oh, no, no, no. We were both wrong.

- [Flesh Smacking, Groaning]



    

                   

- I'm sorry too.

- So, uh, will I see you in the office?



    

                   

- [Woman] I got that paper.

- I just can't stop things

here, Mitch. I-I gotta know.



    

                   

[Flesh Smacking, Morrie Groaning]



    

                   

Yeah. I'll see ya

in the office, Walter.



    

                   

- Good.

- [Groans]



    

                   

[Groans]



    

                   

[Groaning, Slapping Continue]



    

                   

Show me how to do this?



    

                   

- Okay with you, Morrie?

- Yeah.



    

                   

[Aldo]

Okay, it has to be hard.



    

                   

It's the only way to break up

all that wicked congestion

so his body can eliminate it.



    

                   

- Okay. [Clears Throat]

- All right.



    

                   

- No. A little harder than that.

- Harder than that?



    

                   

- Yeah. There. Under the shoulder

- Okay.



    

                   

- [Morrie Grunting]

- That's it. Little bit harder.



    

                   

Good. Knock the poison loose.

Knock it loose.



    

                   

Oh, you... You wanted to hit me.

[Groans]



    

                   

- This is for that " B" you gave

me sophomore year, Morrie.

- [Laughing]



    

                   

When did I ever...



    

                   

give you... a " B"?



    

                   

[Together]

Six, seven, eight, nine...



    

                   

[Mitch] The large lessons

oflife... We're sometimes...



    

                   

given the opportunity

to learn them.



    

                   

But how do we know we're

gonna be able to keep them?



    

                   

I know I will, Mr. Albom.



    

                   

I've had real excellent counseling,

and I've learned from my mistakes.



    

                   

It's like I had

my whole life given back to me.



    

                   

- When they dropped the drug charges?

- Yes, sir.



    

                   

- And let me keep my scholarship...

- [Man Whistles]



    

                   

[Coach Shouting] Hey, Daley!

We need you down here!



    

                   

How can we ever be sure

we've learned anything, though?



    

                   

Well, like I said, I learned my lesson.

I'm never gonna forget.



    

                   

- [Coach] Hey, Shawn,

we need you down here now.!

- I gotta go, sir.



    

                   

Thanks for your time.



    

                   

Hey, Shawn.

Hope you're right, man.



    

                   

[Players]... nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen...



    

                   

- [Mitch]

I was glad to be writing again...

- [Chuckling]



    

                   

Even if it meant Walter

screaming about deadlines.



    

                   

He screamed louder when I asked

for two weeks off to go to the islands.



    

                   

I got one.

We made the best of it.



    

                   

We called Morrie.

He cried, of course...



    

                   

which I took as a sign

that things were still normal.



    

                   

When we got home, I got

another day off from Walter, Tuesday.



    

                   

I told him I was gonna need

all my Tuesdays for awhile.



    

                   

[Clears Throat]

So, I'm typing up the thesis.



    

                   

What there is of it, anyway.



    

                   

- Thought you might want

to read it over.

- Okay.



    

                   

- 'Course we're not finished yet.

- No.



    

                   

So I had a thought.

It was kind of weird.



    

                   

- Wait-Wait, I don't think

the tape is rolling.

- Oh.



    

                   

Okay, so, weird thought.



    

                   

- Uh-huh.

- Uh, if somebody could

wave a magic wand...



    

                   

and give you one day...

   hours of perfect health...



    

                   

- how would you spend it?

- That's a weird thought?



    

                   

That's a good thought.

[Laughs] Oh... [Inhales]



    

                   

Twenty-four hours?



    

                   

- Care to share it with the world?

- Well...



    

                   

I'd have a lovely breakfast:



    

                   

Sweet rolls and tea.



    

                   

Then a good swim.



    

                   

I'd ask my friends for lunch,

a great lunch. You know, but...



    

                   

A salad or something simple.



    

                   

And then we'd take

a walk in a park...



    

                   

with trees,

so we could watch the birds.



    

                   

And we'd talk about how much

we meant to each other.



    

                   

And for dinner, I'd take 'em

to a place that had great pasta.



    

                   

Oh, boy.



    

                   

And a little duck. Yeah, I love duck.

Do you like duck?



    

                   

- Yeah.

- Yeah.



    

                   

And then I would dance.



    

                   

Oh, I'd dance

with my lovely partners...



    

                   

till I was exhausted.



    

                   

Then go home,

and I'd have a great sleep.



    

                   

That's it?

That's your perfect day, huh?



    

                   

- Uh...

- Sounds pretty simple.



    

                   

Oh, yeah.



    

                   

What about Charlotte and your sons?

You didn't mention them.



    

                   

Well, I don't

have to mention them.



    

                   

I mean, if they weren't there, how

could it be a perfect day? [Chuckles]



    

                   

Oh, I-I picked

the spot to be buried.



    

                   

It's on a hill under a tree.



    

                   

It's got a pond.

Great place to think.



    

                   

[Chuckles] You plannin' on doin'

a lot of thinkin' there?



    

                   

I plan on being dead there.



    

                   

Will you come and visit,

tell me your problems?



    

                   

Won't be quite the same,

not hearing you talk.



    

                   

Well, I'll tell you what...



    

                   

when I'm dead,

you talk, I'll listen.



    

                   

What if, uh, you know,

after you're, uh...



    

                   

What if all this was just...

What if...



    

                   

What if all this was

just wasted on me?



    

                   

Well, you think

that could happen?



    

                   

Well, out in the world...

you know, outside this room...

things aren't so clear.



    

                   

Your wisdom and your aphorisms...



    

                   

"Once you learn how to die,

you learn how to live."



    

                   

What if you can't learn that?



    

                   

What if you just want to run like hell

when you see death coming?



    

                   

What if, uh, we're like

your father, you know?



    

                   

What if we can't learn it

because we're not really like you?



    

                   

- Yeah, but you are like me.

Everybody is.

- Nobody's like you.



    

                   

And if it took your death

to teach me these things,

then I'd rather not learn 'em.



    

                   

All the things you said, I'd give

'em back in one minute. [Sniffles]



    

                   

- If this wasn't happening to you...

- It's happening.



    

                   

- It's-It's going to happen.

- Yeah, well, I don't want it to happen.



    

                   

I don't want you to die.



    

                   

That poem you're always quoting,

"We have to love one another or die"?



    

                   

We die anyway, don't we?



    

                   

We learn to love somebody

and they die, or-or we die or it dies.



    

                   

What's the point? Wha... What do we

learn really from all that suffering?



    

                   

Hold.



    

                   

[Sniffles]

I'm sorry.



    

                   

I just can't accept it.

I don't want you to die.



    

                   

I guess I flunked

the course, huh?



    

                   

Death ends a life,

not a relationship.



    

                   

Poor Mitch, you still don't know

how to say good-bye, do you?



    

                   

Look at me.



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

Don't you understand?

You touched me.



    

                   

What if you hadn't

come back to see me? Huh?



    

                   

This is the way

we say good-bye.



    

                   

- Love you.

- [Shudders] I love you too, Coach.



    

                   

I know. You wanna

know something else?



    

                   

You always will.



    

                   

[Sniffling]



    

                   

I'm gonna come back

next Tuesday, okay?



    

                   

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna bring, Janine

with me, okay, next Tuesday.



    

                   

- Yeah.

- [Weeping]



    

                   

Of course, next Tuesday.

We're Tuesday people.



    

                   

[Mitch Weeping]



    

                   

[Mitch] Morrie died

on a Saturday morning.



    

                   

- [Phone Ringing]

- We got the call that afternoon.



    

                   

Hello? Oh.



    

                   

He had died peacefully and simply,

with all his family around him.



    

                   

****[Continues]



    

                   

Just the way he wanted it.



    

                   

Charlotte kept it small,

just family and friends...



    

                   

- [Rabbi Reading In Hebrew]

- all the ones he would've taken

dancing on his perfect day.



    

                   

[Rabbi Continues]



    

                   

- [Rabbi] Amen.

- Of course, there was poetry.



    

                   

"When he shall die take him

and cut him out in little stars.



    

                   

"And he will make

the face ofheaven so fine...



    

                   

"that all the world will be

in love with night...



    

                   

and worship not the garish sun. "



    

                   

[Mitch]

When I'm dead, you talk. I'll listen.



    

                   

It wasn't that hard

to hear his voice.



    

                   

It was Tuesday.



    

                   

Have you ever had

a special teacher?



    

                   

One who taught you things you may not

understand, but who never gives up?



    

                   

Who knows the really tough

lessons take a lifetime to learn?



    

                   

The last class of my old professor's

life took place once a week on Tuesdays.



    

                   

The subject was

the meaning oflife.



    

                   

The teaching goes on.











  

 
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