If something happens to me,
could you see that this gets to my wife?
He had given me all of his pay. Hadn't spent a dime of it.
I want my family to know that I was thinking about them.
All hands on deck!
Get you asses up here, you lazy bastards!
The war had finally found us.
Full stop!
Pleasant, get on that light.
A transport carrying 1300 men had been split by a torpedo.
We were first to arrive at the scene.
Stop the engine! Full stop!
We were the only sound.
Fellows!
We surely can't count to outrun them fuckers.
Battle stations!
What?
Is that the last one?
Captain!
They shot the hell out of my paintin'!
Give me your hand.
You'll be alright, captain Mike.
Nice spot in heaven's waitin' for you. Nice spot.
You could be mad as a mad dog at the way things went.
You could swear, curse the fates...
but when it comes to the end...
you have to let go.
Captain.
1328 men died that day.
I said my goodbyes to the Cherokee, Dennis Smith.
John Grimm who was right, he was gonna die there.
I sent Pleasant Curtis' wife his money.
I said goodbye to the twin, Vic Brody,
and to Mike Clark, captain of the tugboat "Chelsea."
I said goodbye to all the other men, who had dreams of their own.
All the men who wanted to be insurance salesmen or doctors
or lawyers or Indian chiefs.
This don't get fixed.
Out here, death didn't seem natural.
I had never seen a hummingbird that far out to sea.
Before or since.
And in may of 1945, when I was 26 years old...
I'm coming!
Queenie? -Yes.
Oh, sweet Jesus! You're home!
Lord, you came back! Let me look at you!
Who's that, mama? -Child, it's your brother, Benjamin.
I didn't know he was my brother.
There's a shit load of things you don't know.
Finish sweeping, wash your hands and help me with the table. C'mon!
Turn around. Oh, you look like you've been born again!
Younger than the springtime.
I think that preacher laid the hands on you gave you a second life.
I knew it the moment I saw you, you were special.
I tell you what, my knees are sore cause I've been on them
every night asking the Lord, I say God, bring him home safely.
Remember what I told you?
You never know what's comin' for you? -That's right. Sit down.
Did you learn anything worth repeating?
-I sure saw some things. -Oh, you've seen some pain.
Some joy too? -Sure, sure I did. -Yeah, that's what I wanna hear.
Look at you... -Where's Tizzy?
Oh, baby!
Mr Weathers died in his sleep one night last april.
Mama, I'm so sorry. -Don't you worry about that, baby.
Well, there's only one or two of them left now.
They're all just about new.
I guess they're waitin' their turn like everybody else.
I'm so glad you're back home with me.
Now we're going to find you a wife and a new job.
Come and help me with this table.
Benjamin! You're wasting your time, baby.
She's stone deaf.
You'll be staying in what was Mrs DeSeroux's old room.
You're too big to be rooming with anybody else.
It's a funny thing about coming home.
Looks the same. Smells the same. Feels the same.
Did I ever tell you I've been struck by lightning 7 times?
Once when I was sitting in my truck, minding my own business.
You realise what's changed, is you.
And late one morning, not long after I'd been back...
Excuse me, is Queenie here?
Daisy?
It's me, Benjamin. -Benjamin?
Oh my God!
Of course it's you! Benjamin!
How are you?
It's been such a long time! There's so much I wanna know!
When did you get back? -I got back few weeks ago.
I spoke to Queenie, she said you were in the war,
somewhere at sea, we were so worried about you. -I'm okay.
Well, look at you. You are so lovely.
You stopped writing.
When I had left she was a girl. And a woman had taken her place.
She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Beautiful.
The most beautiful.
You remember grandma Fuller? -Sure I do. -She passed.
I heard that, I'm sorry.
I just can't believe we're both here.
Must be fate... no, no, what did he call it? Kismet.
Do you know about Edgar Cayce, the psychic? -I don't believe I...
He says that everything is predetermined, but...
I like to think that it is fate.
I'm not sure how it works, but I'm glad it happened.
Have you been to Manhattan? It's right across the river from me.
I can see the Empire State Building if I stand on my bed.
What about you, where've you been? Tell me everything.
Last time you wrote, you said you've been to Russia.
I always wanted to go to Russia. Is it as cold as they say?
-Twice as cold. -My goodness!
We always said you were different. I think you really are.
You wrote that you met somebody. Did it work out?
It ran its course.
Hey, do you remember this?
This is the picture of Old Man Kangaroo at 5 in the afternoon.
Would you like to have dinner?
Did I tell you that I danced for Ballenchine?
He's a famous choreographer. He said that I had perfect line.
In a rehearsal once, a dancer fell.
And he just put it right into the production.
Can you imagine that in a classical ballet?
A dancer intentionally falling?
There's a whole new word for dance now, it's called abstract.
He's not the only one though, there's Lincoln Kirstein,
and Lucia Chase and Agnes DeMille...
she has just torn up all those conventions,
all that straight up and down stuff...
And she told me about this big new world.
Names that didn't mean a thing to me.
I didn't really hear very much of what she was saying.
It's new and modern and it's American.
They understand our vigor and our physicality.
Oh my God, I've just been talking and talking.
No, no, I've enjoyed listening.
I didn't know you smoked. -I'm old enough.
I'm old enough for a lot of things.
In New York we stay up all night.
Watch the sun come up over the warehouses.
There's always something to do.
I have to go back tomorrow.
-So soon? -Wish I could stay.
Dancers don't need costumes or scenery anymore.
I can imagine dancing completely naked.
Have you read D.H. Lawrence? His books were banned.
The words are like making love.
In our company, we have to trust each other.
Sex is a part of it.
I know a lot of the dancers are lesbians.
There was one woman who wanted to sleep with me.
Was that upseting you? -Which part?
Somebody wanted to sleep with me? -You're a desirable woman,
I would think most of them would wanna sleep with you.
Let's go back to the house.
Or we can get a room somewhere.
We can lay down your jacket. -I don't know, Daisy...
It's not that I wouldn't like to. I think I'd just disappoint you.
Benjamin, I've been with older men.
You go back to New York in the morning,
you should be with your friends.
You're only young once. -Oh, I'm old enough.
Daisy, just not tonight, is all.
We can go hear some music.
Our lives are defined by opportunities.
Even the ones we miss.
You look so handsome, so distinct.
They're sayin' the hurricane is gonna miss us. Blow right on by.
-Oh, that's great. -I'll stay under the blankets...
with mother. She said nothing...
Benjamin?
Things were becoming different for me.
My hair had very little gray and grew like weeds.
My sense of smell was keener, my hearing more acute.
I could walk further and faster.
While everybody else was aging, I was getting younger. All alone.
Come in.
Benjamin!
Do you remember me? -Sure I do, Mr Button.
What happened to you? -Darn foot got infected.
Welcome home, my friend.
I see you're still drinking your Sazerac with whiskey.
I'm a creature of habit.
Still visiting the house on Bourbon Street?
Not for a long time.
Interesting times, though.
We went from making 40 thousand to nearly a million buttons a day.
We employed ten times the number of people.
We were operating around the clock.
Damn shame.
The war has been kind to the button industry.
You know...
I'm sick. I don't know how much longer I have.
I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Button. -No...
I don't have any people. I keep to myself.
I hope you don't mind, but...
whenever possible, I'd enjoy your company.
I'll certainly do what I can.
Benjamin, do you know anything about buttons?
Button's Buttons has been in our family for 124 years.
My grandfather was a tailor. He had a small shop in Richmond.
After the Civil War, He moved to New Orleans
where my father had the wisdom to make our own buttons.
So, with his help, the tailor shop grew to this.
And today, I can't sew a stitch.
That's very, very interesting.
You sure have done well for yourself.
So... what can I do for you, Mr Button?
Benjamin, you are my son.
I'm so sorry I've never told you before.
You were born the night the Great war ended.
Your mother died giving birth to you.
I thought you were a monster.
I promised your mother I'd make sure you were safe.
I should never have abandoned you.
My mother?
This is our summer house on Lake Pontchartrain.
When I was a boy I loved to wake up before anyone else,
run down to the lake and watch the day begin.
It was as if I was the only one alive.
I fell in love the first time I saw her.
Your mother's name was Caroline Murphy.
She worked in your grandfather's kitchen.
She was from Dublin.
In 1903, Caroline and all her brothers and sisters
came to live here, in New Orleans.
I'd find excuses to go down to that kitchen,
just so I could look at her.
April 25th 1918, the happiest day of my life.
The day I married your mother.
Why didn't you just tell me?
I plan on leaving everything I have to you.
I have to go.
-Where? -Home.
What is he thinking? He think he can just show up
and everything's supposed to be fine and dandy.
Everybody's supposed to be friends.
He got another thing coming, that's for sure.
God be my witness, he got another thing coming!
He left us 18 dollars that night you was found.
18 ratty dollars and a filthy diaper!
-Good night, Mom. -Good night, baby.
Did I ever tell you, I was struck by lightning 7 times?
Once I was walking the dog down the road.
I'm blind in the one eye, can't hardly hear.
I get twitches and shakes out of nowhere,
I always lose my line of thought.
But you know what?
God keeps reminding me I'm lucky to be alive.
Storm's comin'.
Wake up.
Let's get you dressed.
You could be mad as a mad dog at the way things went.
You can swear and curse the fates...
but when it comes to the end...
you have to let go.
That sure is a beautiful service.
He'll be burried right next to your mother.
You're my mother.
My baby.
I've never seen New York.
Excuse me, I'm a friend of Daisy's. -Right this way.
Daisy!
Yes! I'm in the wardrobe!
Is somebody looking for me?
Benjamin! -Hi.
-What are you doing here? -I thought I'd come visit.
Spend some time with you if I could.
I wish you would have called. You took me by surprise.
-Are you still mad? -No. Thank you, they're lovely.
I couldn't take my eyes off of you.
I thought you were mesmerizing.
Thank you. That's very kind of you to say.
I better get changed. A group of us are going to a party.
Would you wanna come?
Somebody told me about a restaurant I thought you might enjoy.
I made a reservation. Just in case.
It's just that all the dancers go out after the show.
You're welcome to come with us. I'll get changed, alright?
This is David. He dances with the company.
This is Benjamin. I told you about him.
Oh yeah... how are you doing?
I'll go get you a drink.
So, you were a friend of her grandmother's?
Or something like that?
-Something like that. -Excuse me.
Hey!
I had no idea you were coming!
Lord, Benjamin...
What did you expect?
What, you want me to drop everything? This is my life.
Hey, going downtown?
Come on.
Have a good time. There'll be musicians, interesting people...
You don't have to do that. It's my fault.
I should've called. I thought...
I'll come here and sweep you off your feet, or something.
-Daisy, come on! -I'll be right there.
He seems nice. Do you love him?
I think so.
I'm happy for you.
Maybe I'll see you at home.
Okay.
I enjoyed the show!
He came to tell me his father had died.
You couldn't have known.
I was 23. I just didn't care.
What did you do next? -Some photographs, I think.
Front of my bag.
I was as good a dancer as I was ever gonna be.
For five years...
I danced everywhere.
London, Vienna, Prague...
I've never seen these.
Mom, you never talked about your dancing.
I was the only American to be invited
to dance with the Bolshoi.
It was glorious.
But Benjamin was never far from my thoughts.
And I'd find myself saying:
Goodnight, Benjamin.
-"Goodnight, Daisy." -He said that?
Life wasn't all that complicated.
If you want, you might say I was looking for something.
Benjamin, mrs La Tourneau just passed.
Mr Benjamin Button? -That would be me.
Bonjour. -Oui, monsieur?
Miss Daisy Fuller. -Just a minute.
Please, have a seat. -Sure.
Sometimes we are on a collision course and we just don't know it.
Whether it's by accident or by design,
there's not a thing we can do about it.
A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping.
But she had forgotten her coat, and went back to get it.
When she had gotten her coat the phone had rung,
so she had stopped to answer it and talked for a couple of minutes.
While the woman was on the phone,
Daisy was rehearsing for performance at the Paris Opera House.
And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now,
had gone outside to get a taxi.
Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier,
and had stopped to get a cup of coffee.
And all the while Daisy was rehearsing.
And this cab driver who had dropped off the earlier fare,
and had stopped to get the cup of coffee,
had picked up the lady who was going shopping,
who had missed getting the earlier cab.
Taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street,
who had left for work 5 minutes later than he normally did,
because he forgot to set his alarm.
While the man, late for work, was crossing the street,
Daisy had finished rehearsing and was taking a shower.
While Daisy was showering, taxi was waiting outside a Boutique
for the woman to pick up a package which hadn't been wrapped yet
because the girl who was supposed to wrap it
had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot.
When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab,
was blocked by a delivery truck.
All the while Daisy was getting dressed.
The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move.
While Daisy, the last to be dressed,
waited for one of her friends who had broken a shoelace.
While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light,
Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater.
And if only one thing had happened differently,
if that shoelace hadn't broken,
or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier,
or that package had been wrapped and ready,
because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend,
or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier,
or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee,
or that woman had remembered her coat
and had gotten into an earlier cab,
Daisy and her friend would have crossed the street.
And the taxi would have driven by.
But life being what it is,
a series of intersecting lives and incidents,
out of anyone's control,
that taxi did not go by,
and that driver was momentarily distracted.
And that taxi hit Daisy. -Daisy! Help!
And her leg was crushed.
Daisy...
-Who told you? -Your friend wired me.
Very kind of you to come all this way to see that I was alright.
You'd do the same for me.
My God!
Look at you. You're perfect.
I wish you hadn't come.
I don't want you to see me like this.
Her leg had been broken in five places.
And with therapy, and time, she might walk again.
But she'll never dance.
I'm gonna take you home with me. I wanna look after you.
I'm not going back to New Orleans.
Then I'll stay here in Paris.
Don't you understand? I don't want your help.
I know I'm feeling sorry for myself,
but I don't want to be with you.
I tried to tell you that in New York, but you don't listen.
You might change your mind.
We are not little children anymore, Benjamin.
Stay out of my life.
I was awfully cruel.
He didn't understand that...
I couldn't have him see me like that.
I didn't leave right away.
I stayed in Paris for awhile to look out for her.
I never knew that.
Darling, could you get the nurse?
I taught myself to walk again.
I took the train to Lourdes.
Lets take a look. That's normal.
Pulse rate is slowing. She is gonna struggle to breathe.
Will you be alright? -Yeah.
Alright, he says: "I went back home..."
And then there's lot of pages torn out.
"I listened to the sound of the house." I think I've read that.
He spilled something on it, so it's hard to read, mom.
Something about "sailing". Does that make sense?
I learned to sail on an old boat of my father's from the Lake House.
I can't lie, I did enjoy the company of a woman or two.
Or maybe three.
Don't bother, Sam. It's just gonna be there again tomorrow.
Mama.
And in the spring of 1962,
she came back.
You wanna know where I've been? -No.
How come you didn't write or nothin'?
Just disappearing like that.
It was something I needed to do for myself.
I never took you to be the selfish type.
I sure hope I'm not wrong.
I'm usually not wrong about people.
-Good night, Momma. -Good night, baby.
Now have fun.
You haven't said two words. -I don't wanna ruin it.
Sleep with me. -Absolutely.
I asked her to come away with me.
We sailed into the Gulf, along the Florida Keys.
I'm so glad we didn't find one another when I was 26.
-Why do you say that? -I was so young.
And you were so old.
It happened when it was supposed to happen.
I will enjoy each and every moment I have with you.
I bet I can stay out here longer than you. -Bet you can't.
You barely have a line, a crease.
Every day I have more wrinkles. Not fair.
I love your wrinkles. Both of them.
What's it like, growing younger?
Can't really say. I'm always looking out of my own eyes.
Will you still love me when my skin grows old and saggy?
Will you still love me when I have acne?
When I wet the bed?
When I'm afraid of what's under the stairs?
What?
What are you thinking? -I was thinking how nothing lasts.
And what a shame that is.
Some things last.
-Goodnight, Daisy. -Goodnight, Benjamin.
Mom?
When did you meet dad? -Some time after that.
Did you tell him about this Benjamin?
He knew enough, darling.
Momma!
Queenie!
Hallo?
Hi, Mrs Carter. It's Benjamin. Where is everybody?
Oh, Benjamin. Queenie died.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry for your loss. She was a great woman.
We buried her beside her beloved Mr Weathers.
And so we might have memories of our own,
we sold my father's house on Esplanade.
It's a wonderful old place, darlin'.
I think we're going to be so happy here.
Oh, what a long family history you have.
They come with the house.
We have to see the master suite.
We bought ourselves a duplex.
I loved that house.
It smelled like firewood.
Don't stop, darlin'.
It was one of the happiest times of my life.
We didn't have a stick of furniture.
We would have picnics in the living room.
We ate when we felt like it.
Stayed up all night when we wanted.
We vowed never to fall into routine,
to go to bed or wake up at the same time.
We lived on that mattress.
Our neighbor, Mrs Van Dam, was a physical therapist.
We lived four blocks from a public pool.
You might have got a few more years out of it.
You chose to do something so special, unique,
that there was only a short window of time you could do it.
So even if nothing ever happened,
you'd still be right here where you're now.
I just don't like getting old.
They put too much chlorine in here.
I promise you, I'll never lose myself to self-pity again.
And I think right there and then, she realised...
None of us is perfect forever.
She found her own peace.
She opened a studio and taught young girls how to dance.
Come back the other way.
Excellent!
Good night!
You certainly are beautiful to watch.
Dance is all about the line.
Line of your body.
Sooner or later you lose that line, and you never get it back.
I figure...
You were born in 1918, 49 years ago.
I am 43.
We are almost the same age.
We're meeting in the middle.
We finally caught up with each other.
Wait. I want to remember us just as we are now.
I am pregnant.
You know, I swear the nurse slipped and said it was a boy.
But I think it's a girl.
I know you're afraid.
I'm not hiding it. -Okay.
-What's your worst fear? -Baby born like me.
Then I will love it all the more.
Okay.
How can I be a father when I'm heading the other direction?
It's not fair to a child. I don't wanna be anybody's burden.
Sugar, we all end up in diapers.
I'm gonna make this work.
I want this, and I want it with you.
I want you to have everything you want, all of it.
I'm just not sure how to reconcile this...
Would you tell a blind man he couldn't have children?
You be a father for as long as you can.
I know the consequences. I've accepted that.
Loving you was worth everything to me.
I have to go pee.
The oldest woman to ever swim the English Channel
arrived here today, in Calais,
Keep it!
having made the swim in 34 hours, 22 minutes and 14 seconds.
68 years old Elizabeth Abbott, arrived at 5:38 GMT,
exhausted but happy.
Mrs Abbott, how would you sum up in words this achievement?
I suppose... anything is possible.
Are you ready?
Yeah.
In the spring, on a day like any other...
I'll be back in an hour!
Honey!
Gotta call the ambulance!
The baby is coming.
Operator, I need an ambulance!
Everyone's fine. She's a perfectly healthy baby girl.
Honey...
She gave birth to a five pound four ounce baby girl.
Did you count the toes?
She's perfect.
"And we named her for my mother, Caroline."
This Benjamin was my father?
And this is how you tell me?
Excuse me.
...all the conditions are there for the major storm,
possibly even up to a cathegory 5.
Hey, I know it's hard. You can't smoke in here.
Nobody can tell you exactly where it's gonna hit...
You grew as the doctor had promised, normal and healthy.
You're gonna have to find a real father for her.
What are you talking about?
She's gonna need someone to grow old with.
She'll learn to accept whatever happens. She loves you.
Honey, she needs a father, not a playmate.
Is it me? -Of course not.
Is my age beginning to bother you? Is that what you're telling me?
You can't raise both of us.
It was your first birthday.
We had a party for you. The house was filled with children.
-How are you? -Hey, man.
Before you turn around, they'll be in high school, dating.
I sold the summer house on Lake Pontchartrain.
I sold Button's Buttons.
I sold my father's sailboat.
I put it all into a savings account.
And so that you and your mother might have a life,
I left, before you could ever remember me.
"I left with just the clothes on my back."
I don't want to read this now.
Can you just tell me where he went?
I don't really know.
It's for me. 1970. I was two.
"Happy birthday."
"I wish I could've kissed you goodnight."
They are all for me. Five:
"I wish I could've taken you to your first day of school."
Six:
"I wish I could've been there to teach you to play the piano."
1981, I was thirteen:
"I wish I could've told you not to chase some boy."
"I wish I could've held you when you had a broken heart."
"I wish I could've been your father."
"Nothing I ever did will replace that."
I guess he went to India.
For what it's worth, it's never to late,
or in my case, too early, to be whoever you want to be.
There is no time limit, start whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it.
And I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you're proud of.
If you find that you're not,
I hope you have the strenght to start all over again.
He had been gone a long time.
I'll see you next thursday.
-Good night, miss Daisy. -Good night, sweetheart.
I'm sorry, we're closing.
Can I help you?
Are you here to pick somebody up?
Why did you come back?
Mom?
Mom!
You ready yet?
Mom, what's wrong?
I was just hearing a very sad story about a mutual friend,
who I hadn't seen for a very long time.
Caroline, this is Benjamin.
You knew him when you were just a baby.
Hi. -Hi.
Hey!
I'm sorry, I thought you were done.
Oh, this is a friend of my family's, Benjamin Button.
This is my husband, Robert. -How do you do.
Pleasure.
It was very nice to meet you. We'll be in the car, darling.
Alright. -Bye.
I'm just locking up.
She's beautiful, like her mother.
Does she dance? -Not very well.
I guess that'd be from my side of things.
She's a dear sweet girl.
She seems a little lost. But then, who isn't at twelve?
There's a lot of her that reminds me of you.
My husband, he's a widower ... was a widower.
He's an incredibly kind, bright, adventurous man.
He's been a terrific father. -Good.
You're so much younger. -Only on the outside.
You were right.
I couldn't have been raising both of you.
I'm not that strong.
So, where are you staying?
What are you gonna do?
I'm staying at the Pontchartrain hotel on the avenue.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
They're waiting.
I remember that. That was him.
Hurricane's changed direction. It's gonna make a landfall
some time soon. -Am I supposed to do something?
Arrangements are being made to move people, but it's up to you.
No, no, we're staying.
I'll let you know if anything changes.
That night, while I was sitting and wandering
why I came back at all, there was a knock at the door.
Come in.
Are you alright?
I'm sorry, I don't know what am I doing here.
Nothing lasts.
I never stopped loving you.
Benjamin, I'm an old woman now.
Some things you never forget.
Goodnight, Benjamin.
Goodnight, Daisy.
And as I knew I would...
I watched her go.
That's the last thing he wrote.
Some time after your father passed,
there was a call.
Hello? Yes, speaking.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
It's the corner house.
Come on in!
I'm Daisy Fuller. -I'm David Hernandez
with the Orleans Parish dept of Child Welfare Services.
He was living in the condemned building.
The police found this with him, this address,
it's got your name in here a lot.
He's in a very poor health. He was taken to the hospital.
He doesn't seem to know who or where he is. He's very confused.
I was telling Mr Hernandez that Benjamin is one of us.
If he needs a place to stay, it's alright. He can stay here.
Benjamin.
You play beautifully.
He doesn't seem to like to be touched.
He goes in and out of states of recognition.
The doctors said if they didn't know any better...
it is the beginnings of dementia.
Do you remember me?
I'm Daisy.
I'm Benjamin.
It's nice to meet you, Benjamin.
Do you mind if I sit with you? I would love to hear you play.
Do I know you?
And every day I would stop by to make sure he was comfortable.
Don't think that I don't know what you're doing!
You're all fucking liars!
He doesn't believe he just had his breakfast.
Why don't we see if we can find something else for you to do.
I have a feeling there's a lot of things I can't remember.
Like what, sugar?
It's like... there's this whole life I had,
and I can't remember what it was.
It's okay. It's okay to forget things.
Many times he would simply forget who or where he was.
It wasn't easy. -Benjamin!
I can see everything! I can see the big river!
That's right. You can see everything, sweetheart.
I can see the graveyard where mama's buried and other people.
I want you to come down! -What if I can fly?
I knew a man who could fly.
Come down and I'll tell you all about him.
Somebody go up there.
He was five when I moved in.
Nearly the same age I was when I had met him.
This is the picture of Old Man Kangaroo at 5 in the afternoon,
when he got his beautiful hind legs.
The days passed, and I watched as he forgot how to walk...
What's my name? ...how to talk.
I'm Daisy.
Can you say Daisy?
In 2002, they put up a new clock in that train station.
And in the spring of 2003,
he looked at me,
and I knew that he knew who I was.
And then he closed his eyes as if he would go to sleep.
I wish I had known him.
Now you do.
Mom, I think I should go see what's going on.
Goodnight, Benjamin.
Some people are born to sit by a river.
Some get struck by lightning.
Some have an ear for music.
Some are artists.
Some swim.
Some know buttons.
Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers.
And some people... dance.
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