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.

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.

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 it 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 get 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 tonight

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 not fuck it up.

I'll go to Mrs. Schroeder's,

probably nothing but another lightbulb.

then I'll head out 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 out 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 breakfast 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 gasket

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 out to dinner.

early dinner.

you know, uh, it's kind of hard

to find a good restaurant 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 bitch?

it's just such a damn surprise.

how are you?

I'm dying.

I got a couple days, maybe.

oh, shit, Kelly.

yeah.

well...

listen.

do you remember the night

we almost...killed Kagan?

I know I'm going to hell for it.

when did you get religion?

fuck 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 it in our own way,

so why don't you just forgive yourself

and die in peace and don't be such a pussy?

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 fucking v.a. hospital outside Philly.

my son just drove down

all the way from Chicago for my birthday.

he's only here for the goddamn weekend.

I ain't gonna make it through the weekend.

I need to see you, please.

I'm gonna hang up, Kelly.

blast from the past?

yeah.

old navy buddy.

he's dying.

you never talk to me about the navy.

nothing much to talk about.

saw a lot of water.

I've passed more buoys than you have telephone poles.

you want a beer or some coffee?

I'm good.

hey, listen. so um...

I thought we could go fishing tomorrow.

dad.

shit.

look, Bobby, I got to go see this guy.

I owe him that much.

I'll get back here tomorrow night.

well, I need to leave the next morning.

the guy was my best friend.

let me, uh...pay for the car.

huh?