She told me about the bad times that I rarely saw on our Tuesdays together.

Now I was afraid that each Tuesday would be our last.

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.

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.

Hiya, Cokie.

Hiya, buddy.

How you doing?

Did you ever see such rain?

No.

I was thinking about the kids.

Trying to move their stuff into the dorms out of the cars.

It must be getting all wet.

These days, some of them hire people to do that for them.

They go off and have a latte somewhere.

So how you feeling, Coach?

Oh, I passed the landmark.

Remember what I said about someday somebody having to wipe my ass?

I'm there.

You're not going to 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.

Wait, wait, wait.

You always start before I'm ready.

You always start before I'm ready.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You okay?

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 going to work, and the subject is dependency.

Go.

I'm dependent on others for just about everything.

You know, eating, urinating, blowing my nose.

The culture says I should be ashamed of that.

Since when have you ever done what the culture says?

Since never.

There is nothing innately shameful about being dependent.

What's the matter?

My feet.

There's some salve over there.

They're useless, but they hurt.

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.

Ah, quoting Auden, huh?

No, I'm quoting you.

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.

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 to get in touch with your inner bird.

You ever try 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.

A good student like you shouldn't have any trouble with it.

What are you thinking about?

Oh.

I was thinking about regrets.

What do you have to regret?

Oh, so much.

Pride, vanity.

Hardness of heart.

When were you ever hard-hearted?

I had a strange dream, Hal.

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.

Yeah, it was 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?

God, that poor man was scared most of his life.

I was selfish.

I thought of nothing but how I needed him.

God, the waste of it all.

Forgive everybody everything.

Now, don't wait.

Not everybody has the time that I'm getting.

I won't die like he did.

I'll be surrounded by love.

My family, my friends.

At peace.

Yes, the tension of opposites.

We learn from what hurts us as much as what loves us.

Okay.

You alright?

You okay?

Yeah.

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 sleeping, okay?

There you go.

How's the congestion today, huh?

Let's see what we can knock loose, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

He's got all this poison in his lungs.

And this keeps it from solidifying.

Feel it in there, Maury, huh?

You feel it loosening?

There's something loosening.

Maybe it's my ribs.

Saved by the bell, huh?