All language subtitles for Tuesdays with Morrie 1999

[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 1994,
he began to notice a few things:

- Professor.
- shortness ofbreath...

legs giving him
a little trouble.

But what do you expect at 77?

[Engine Starts]

[Straining]

[Mitch Narrating] The dancing stopped
forever in the summer of 1994.

- [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 16 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 #2 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 20 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 16 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 20 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 700 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 16 last week.

A kid like you...
I bet you go to 100.

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 le ft 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 211 now boarding,
Gate 103.

[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 **

- ** A ft er 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 22.
This is my time to be 78.

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 a ft er 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 42
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 25.
- 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, a ft er 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?
Have you got another TV thing going?
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 strongly 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 have you back in your chair soon.

Okay, I'm just gonna
get your feet clear.

One. Okay, you're all set.

show me how to do that?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Come on over here.

Okay, 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. Really.

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,
18, 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 18, 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.

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?

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 to Janine.
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 meet Janine.
- Oh, hi. I'm sorry honey.

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.

[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?
- Tell Janine 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.

- 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]

[Chuckles]

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.

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.

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...
24 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.