Handsome Harry

- LUTHER, YOU PIRATE.

- THERE HE IS.

- HARRY, DID YOU CATCH ANYTHING

THIS WEEKEND?

- YEAH, I CAUGHT HELL.

- OH.

- HOW ARE YOU, PETE?

- HARRY, I'M GONNA NEED

SOME DEER MEAT, BUDDY.

- NO PROBLEM.

GOT A FREEZER FULL.

- MORNING, HARRY.

- YOU EVER GONNA FIX

THAT KAYAK OF YOURS, HANK?

- NICE TO HAVE A DREAM.

- YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.

- WAS OUT DANCING TILL DAWN.

- IT'S NOT MUCH FUN

DANCING BY YOURSELF.

YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME.

- [chuckles]

- DID YOUR SON REMEMBER?

- NO.

I NEVER REMEMBERED

MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY EITHER.

- OH, I DON'T BELIEVE THAT.

HEY.

THERE'S A RUMOR

YOU'RE SELLING THE BUSINESS.

I NEVER PLANNED ON

DYING IN THE SADDLE.

BESIDES, MURIEL,

I'M A YOUNG MAN.

I'M A TIGER.

- [chuckles]

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

MY DAD RETIRED,

WENT TO LIVE IN FLORIDA,

DIED OF CANCER IN TEN MONTHS.

- WELL, I WON'T DO ANYTHING

PRECIPITOUS.

- BIG WORD

FOR SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.

MORNING, HARRY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

I KNOW IT'S ON THE 27TH,

BUT I WAS OUT OF TOWN YESTERDAY.

- HE REMEMBERS. MY SON DIDN'T.

- I KNOW THE BIRTHDAYS

OF ALL MY CLIENTS.

DON'T TRY TO.

IT JUST STICKS IN MY HEAD.

OKAY, HERE'S THOSE FIGURES

YOU WANTED, HARRY.

THAT IS A SWEET DEAL FOR PAULEY.

YOU COULD ASK FOR MORE.

- I'M GONNA CHEW ON I A LITTLE BIT MORE, SAM.

MURIEL SAYS I'M GONNA DIE OF

CANCER TEN MONTHS AFTER I SELL.

- YOU KNOW, HARRY, ON AVERAGE,

MARRIED MEN LIVE LONGER

THAN SINGLE MEN.

IT'S A FACT.

- THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PROPOSAL,

DOESN'T IT, SAM?

- IT'S NOT.

IT'S JUST A FACT.

- I HEARD YOU CAN GE THE SAME BENEFITS WITH A CAT.

- SO GET A CAT.

- OR I COULD MOVE TO COSTA RICA,

GET MYSELF A BEAUTIFUL SENORITA,

LIVE THE LIFE OF RILEY

DOWN THERE.

- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT,

"COSTA RICA?"

YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK SPANISH.

- AND WHERE WOULD I FIND

ANOTHER LEAD SINGER?

DON'T FORGET ABOUT REHEARSAL

ON WEDNESDAY.

- I'LL BE THERE.

WHAT?

- HOW ABOUT I COME OVER TONIGH

AND GIVE YOU A NICE

BIRTHDAY BLOW JOB?

IT'S A JOKE, HARRY.

- WHAT'D HE SAY, MURIEL?

- NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, HANK.

- MORNING, BOSS.

- ANYBODY CALL?

- UH, DOUG FENTON.

SAID HE WANTED AN ESTIMATE

ON A NEW HOUSE.

I TOLD HIM:

YOU'D GET BACK TO HIM.

- YOU TAKE CARE OF IT.

- MAKE THE CALL?

- MAKE THE ESTIMATE.

- YOU WANT ME

TO MAKE THE ESTIMATE?

- WHAT'D I JUST SAY?

- IT'S A HUGE JOB.

- THEN YOU BETTER NO F*** IT UP.

I'LL GO TO MRS. SCHROEDER'S,

PROBABLY NOTHING

BUT ANOTHER LIGHTBULB.

THEN I'LL HEAD OU TO DAN PARKER'S PLACE.

- WHAT IF HE ASKS ME WHY

YOU'RE NOT MAKING THE ESTIMATE?

- TELL HIM

I DON'T DO ESTIMATES ANYMORE.

TAKE MY CHEROKEE.

- OH, HEY.

UH...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

RIGHT?

- IT WAS YESTERDAY.

MRS. SCHROEDER?

- YES?

- IS THAT FRESH BANANA BREAD

I'M SMELLING?

- OH, THERE'S NO SURPRISING YOU,

HARRY SWEENEY.

- ONLY WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD,

ESPECIALLY FRESH BANANA BREAD

WITH COFFEE WITH CHICORY.

- DID YOU FIND OU WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS?

- OH, YEAH,

YOU HAD A COUPLE OF LOOSE WIRES,

BUT I TAPED IT UP REAL GOOD.

- WELL, I HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY.

- I SKIPPED MY BREAKFAS ON PURPOSE.

I GOT MY TICKETS

FOR THE CONCERT,

AND I'M SITTING RIGHT UP FRONT.

- WELL, YOU'RE MY INSPIRATION.

- SOMETIMES YOU LAY IT ON

PRETTY THICK, HARRY SWEENEY.

- I COULD ALWAYS

MAKE MRS. WELLS MY INSPIRATION.

DON'T YOU DARE.

- NO?

- NO!

- OH, MY GOD, YOU MADE IT!

IT'S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU, SON.

- LISTEN, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE

ON YOUR BIRTHDAY,

BUT THIS PIECE OF JUNK

BLEW A HEAD GASKE

ON THE JERSEY TURNPIKE.

- YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME.

- I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU.

- WELL, YOU DID.

YOU GOT ME GOOD.

YOU BEEN WORKING OUT?

- TRYING TO.

- YOU LOOK GOOD.

YOU HUNGRY?

- I WANT TO TAKE YOU OU TO DINNER.

EARLY DINNER.

- YOU KNOW,

UH, IT'S KIND OF HARD

TO FIND A GOOD RESTAURAN AROUND HERE.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

I'LL THROW A COUPLE OF STEAKS

ON THE GRILL.

HOW'D THAT BE, HUH?

HUH? HUH?

- THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

THAT'D BE GREAT.

- OKAY.

COME ON IN.

HOW LONG CAN YOU STAY?

- WELL, I HAVE TO GET BACK

TO WORK ON MONDAY.

I LOST TWO DAYS AND 700 BUCKS

TRYING TO GET HERE.

- OH, MY GOD.

- DO YOU MISS HOME?

- SOMETIMES.

HELLO.

- HEY, HARRY SWEENEY?

- YEAH.

- IT'S ME, KELLY.

- WHO?

- THOMAS KELLY.

ELECTRICIAN'S MATE, THIRD CLASS,

USS FORRESTAL.

- JESUS CHRIST.

HOW'D YOU FIND ME?

- THAT'S NICE.

IS THAT ALL YOU GOT TO SAY

AFTER 32 YEARS,

YOU SON OF A B*TCH?

- IT'S JUS SUCH A DAMN SURPRISE.

HOW ARE YOU?

- I'M DYING.

I GOT A COUPLE DAYS, MAYBE.

- OH, SH*T, KELLY.

YEAH.

WELL...

LISTEN.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGH

WE ALMOST...KILLED KAGAN?

I KNOW I'M GOING TO HELL FOR IT.

- WHEN DID YOU GET RELIGION?

- F*** YOU.

I'M DYING.

AND I WANT YOU:

TO COME AND SEE ME.

DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME,

SWEENEY.

- LOOK.

I'LL BE DYING TOO.

WE ALL WILL.

- I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO KAGAN.

I NEED TO HAVE HIM FORGIVE ME.

- WELL, IF YOU CAN FIND ME,

YOU CAN FIND HIM.

- I DID.

HE'S IN MIAMI.

I CALLED HIM YESTERDAY,

BUT HE WOULDN'T TALK TO ME.

- WELL,

THAT'S THE END OF IT THEN.

- KELLY, WE WERE KIDS.

WE ALL SUFFERED FOR I IN OUR OWN WAY,

SO WHY DON'T YOU

JUST FORGIVE YOURSELF

AND DIE IN PEACE

AND DON'T BE SUCH A P*SSY?

WE BECAME MEN TOGETHER.

THAT MUST COUNT FOR SOMETHING.

- THAT COUNTS FOR A LOT.

- YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE

WHO CAN HELP ME NOW.

- WHERE ARE YOU?

- I'M IN THE F***ING

V.A. HOSPITAL OUTSIDE PHILLY.

- MY SON JUST DROVE DOWN

ALL THE WAY FROM CHICAGO

FOR MY BIRTHDAY.

HE'S ONLY HERE

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