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Hi, honey, I'm home.

Good to see you too, dear.

Mike, look at you.

6 p .m. on a fine spring evening. What are you doing?

I'm eating a sensible breakfast.

You slept the entire day away? You wasted eight precious hours?

Okay, call it dinner.

Mike, you expect me to just stand by and say nothing while you just waste your

life?

Pretty much.

What are you doing about your future?

Huh? You ever even think about that?

Yeah, come on. You don't have to ream me. This is not reaming. No, no. This is

fatherly advice.

What's the difference?

Reaming is what I do if you don't take the fatherly advice.

Mike, you're almost through junior college. Come on. What are your plans

next year?

Next year? Dad, I'm eating breakfast.

Can't we talk about this after lunch?

I won't be up that long, Mike.

Come on. What are you doing next year?

Something will pop up. Something will pop up? Yes.

Mike, what? What? What? A job? More school, huh?

Jail? Okay.

What are your plans for next year? I'm a parent, Mike. We're not allowed to make

plans.

Something big or just the usual monthly read?

Carol, would you mind leaving, please, so I can finish giving Mike his fatherly

advice?

Okay, but be sure to yell. I don't want to miss a word. Get out!

Yeah.

Hugh Hefner.

What about him?

I'm a very successful man who, and you can look this up, wears pajamas around

the clock.

Every so often, you say something that frightens me to the core.

Dad, my point is, just because I sleep all day does not mean that I'm not

thinking about my future. I've given it a lot of thought. Yeah?

Yes, I'm going to be an actor.

That's a future?

Yeah, Dad, that's my dream.

Mike, dreams are for guys who don't get out of bed all day.

Perfect.

Perfect, Mike. No, that is not perfect. What you need is a plan.

Yeah, why can't my dream be my plan?

Um, is this going to be a long ream, Mike?

I don't know, Dad. What do you think? Another 20 minutes?

Ben, get up. Get up. This is not a ream.

Maggie, will you get that? I'm reaming, Mike.

What else have you lied about?

What's it going to take to get through to you?

I mean, sometimes I talk to you, I feel like I'm still talking to that kid who

in kindergarten played doctor with Angela Montalucione.

Cheered her cold, didn't I?

Phone's for you, Jason. It's somebody from Paradise, Colorado.

Colorado? Don't worry, it's not collect.

All right, can you take over with Mike, please?

So what was he doing? Don't be a bum?

No, plan your future.

How far was he?

The vein over his left eye was starting to pulse.

Uncle George?

So that's who's calling?

Figures he wouldn't have the guts to tell me who it was.

Maggie. Jason, when he walked out on Aunt Harriet, he walked out on the whole

family. Tell that bum to drop dead.

Too late. He already has.

Then how did he call?

if I can, but I have your number, so I'll let you know.

Yeah.

Honey, I didn't mean to say he should drop dead. I'm sure he had a good reason

for being selfish and rotten and deserting his wife. May he rest in

Well, funeral's day after tomorrow at his cabin. We'll send flowers.

No, his lawyer says they want me there.

Why?

Well, Uncle George apparently in his will named me executor.

What's he need executing for if he's already dead?

It means that I'm in charge of carrying out his last wishes, making sure it's

done correctly.

But why you? You haven't talked to him in years.

I haven't the slightest idea.

Wait a minute. Is this Uncle George Guy, the guy who used to send us homemade

Christmas cards every year, but you never sent him anything?

I see no reason to pretend I'm fond of an irresponsible bum who chose to rot

life away rather than work.

But you're fond of me.

It's been 15 years, Maggie. Why me?

Jason, nothing he did ever made any sense. Well, we don't know that.

Well, then why did he leave Aunt Harriet the very month they made that down

payment on that beautiful home?

I don't know. And why did he walk away from his own ad agency?

Wait a minute. Was this the guy who used to bounce me on his knee and say, It's

a taste treat. It's a laxative. Stop. You're both right.

That was him.

Yeah. Maybe he's leaving you a ton of money and you can quit your job and hang

out with me.

I think so, Michael. Aunt Harriet bled him pretty good.

In a very just settlement.

Okay, you've called all my Thursday patients for rescheduling? I reached

everybody but Mr. Haas.

Of course, it's fear of things that ring.

But that's about it, Kevin.

I'm going to phone you in the morning as soon as I land with a number that you

can call. In case there are any emergencies?

Yes. Oh, and the return flight should have you back Friday in time for your 9

.m. session.

Oh, yeah. I guess I must have already said that. Yes.

Correct.

Okay. Ten o 'clock. Look, I have got to go, Kevin. How can I thank you for

working late tonight?

By letting me pretend to be a psychiatrist and having some babes up

Joke.

The plane leaves in two hours. Hey, sorry I'm late, Dad. Well, take that.

I want to thank you for coming along with me so we can pack up Uncle George's

belongings. Oh, no problem. I appreciate you paying me minimum wage.

At least I could do.

I know.

I'll tell you, if this is the way all our connections are going to go, I'm not

even going to make it back by Friday morning. Oh, God. Come on, Dad, our

took off a few minutes late.

Exactly.

Dad, come on, chill out. Don't be so anal.

Hey, don't, don't worry.

It's not what you think. It's a psychological term.

Not when you use it.

Dad, I mean, do we have to be back by Friday?

Mike, you just don't know what it's like to have responsibilities.

Sure I do.

Hey, I got classes tomorrow. And do you see me worried about the joke?

Wait a minute. Like you said, if you came with me, you wouldn't be missing

classes. Dad, I won't miss a one of them.

That's it?

No, no. Thank you.

Dad,

come on. They're only four bucks.

Here.

From my last flight.

Dad, they won't fit in the hole.

Try this one.

Dad, how many more headsets you got in there?

None.

You know?

What's that?

My list.

Things to do?

No, no. This is actually my master list of all my sub -lists.

Good thing you're not anal.

Gee, that reminds me. I forgot to tell your mother the plumber's coming

tomorrow.

Yeah, come on. She'll figure it out. Don't worry about it.

She'll figure it out when the guy shows up with a plunger. I wish I could call

her. Alan, it gives me an idea.

No, I'm not highlighting this until I'm sure.

It's called an air phone. I saw it when we got on the plane. You just dial in

your number with your area code and you can reach anybody.

How much has this thing cost?

$15 for the first 30 seconds.

Everything else is fine. I love you. Bye.

Oh, wow, later.

You can wow now, sir. I turned the meter off.

Wait a minute. It just occurred to me. I don't have a key to this cabin.

You won't need one. This isn't New York.

How do you know we're from New York?

I called you.

You mean... Wait a minute. You're Uncle George's lawyer?

Claver M. Jackson Esquire at your service.

But you're a cab driver.

I'm also the town mayor, real estate broker, and movie critic.

But my first love will always be chiropractic.

What a place!

Well,

it ought to be, son. Your Uncle George spent 15 years building it.

Did it all by hand.

No tools at all, huh?

Listen, Mr. Jackson, as long as you're here, maybe we could take a look at the

will now. That way I could get started cleaning up the place and I'd make my 5

.m. departure back home.

You're flying out today?

Oh, yeah. I've got a full load of patients tomorrow.

Hmm. What's the matter?

Well, your uncle didn't want the world read until his funeral, and that's not

until sunset.

Oh, but that won't get me out of here by 5 o 'clock. I'll miss my plane. And my

son's anxious to get back to college, you know.

Oh, Dad, can we stay here a couple extra days? I love this place.

But all of my plans are based on a 5 p .m. departure.

Look, I know how we can keep you on schedule. Good, good, good.

Yeah, we'll just ignore a dying man's request and flush his ashes down the

toilet right now.

I get the point.

I should have warned you. I'm also the town cynic.

What's that?

Pumpkin. Pumpkin.

That's right.

Hello?

My entire day is ruined.

I'm fine, Jason. Thanks for asking.

Sorry, honey. I'm just upset.

Oh, I'm upset, too. I got woken up in the middle of the night by some

auctioneer.

Early this morning, this plumber showed up and claimed we had an appointment.

You didn't send him away.

Jason, why would I send a six -foot, one -inch, muscular blonde man away?

Hey, you're having fun with me.

Not as much fun as I had with dolls.

I'm beginning to understand why Uncle George might have left Aunt Harriet.

Oh, Jason, I knew the plumber was coming. I found your sub list under my

Honey, please, I'm in no mood. I'm going to miss my five o 'clock.

I don't even know. I don't even know why I'm here.

Jason, just relax. Enjoy the time off. You work too hard as it is.

It's easy for you to say. Your whole world's in order.

No, I just say that because I'm fixing Dolph a sandwich.

Maggie, I don't want mustard on my dinner.

Oh,

sweetheart, I gotta say that just having this little chat with you has made me

feel worse.

I love you too, sweetheart. Kiss Chrissy. Bye -bye. Love you.

Dad, there is some serious nature happening outside this place.

All right, well, I got some calls to make here, Mike. Dad, I'm telling you, I

just saw this beer. A big one with antlers up the ear.

You know, it's daylight. Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Dad, it's weird. I'm not even tired here.

You know, I mean, if Uncle George had only put in a satellite dish, this would

be a primo place to live.

Look, I got some calls. I'm sorry I'm busy.

Yeah, come on. Forget about your lifts, all right?

What do you say we go kill something and eat it, huh?

Excuse me.

I'm looking for you.

Me?

Have we met?

In a way.

Your picture's in the bedroom.

It's an old picture, but I'd know you with or without those sideburns.

And you are?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Nancy Ashton. I was your uncle George's...

friend. Friend?

Those three years we had together were the happiest years I've ever had.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I promised myself I wouldn't do this. It's okay.

George... was the kindest, most caring, most wonderful man in the world.

But you know that.

I mean, you were his favorite nephew.

I was?

I'll show you.

Dad, I think I got this figured out. We're at the wrong dead Uncle George's

cabin.

Mike, I brought you here to carry things, not to think.

Dad, come on. I mean, how could this wonderful guy she's talking about be the

same rotten, selfish guy who deserted his wife?

Here.

What are these?

Oh, every Christmas card you've sent me for the past 15 years.

Oh, I had no idea.

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot why I came. I brought some food. It's in the car.

Dad, I thought that Mom didn't send him any Christmas cards.

She didn't.

All right, let's get down to business.

Did everybody say hi to Uncle George's favorite nephew, Jason Seaver?

Hey!

Okay, now I'm going to read this just the way he wrote it.

I, George Washington Bowman, being of sound mind, at least I always thought

leave this my last will and testament.

Now, I wanted to leave everything to my beloved Nancy.

No!

Sit down, Nance. I'm going to honor your wishes.

Thanks for the wonderful years.

Isn't she pretty?

I read that, but I have to agree.

To my beloved nephew, Jason Seaver, I leave the cabin and the three or four

acres.

Flavor never made it clear exactly what he sold me, the lying thief.

Well, I read that, and I have to agree with that, too.

Jason, you're the one member of my family who didn't laugh when I said I

moving out here.

In fact, I'll never forget what you told me.

I'm sure you won't either.

What'd you tell him?

I forget.

And to old family and friends in New York, I'd like to leave you with the

following thoughts.

I don't regret my decision to leave New York.

I don't regret my decision to follow a dream.

I wish people had understood.

Not everybody's cut out for a life that is planned and regulated as monthly

house payments.

Sorry about that.

But I bear no one ill will.

In fact, I hope everyone finds the joy and contentment I've found over these

years.

Especially Harriet, who had the misfortune to marry me.

So put away your handkerchiefs and enjoy yourselves.

It's a funeral. It's a party.

Stop! You're both right!

Dan, what did you tell him?

There's no idea?

What am I saying, Dan? It must have been something meaningful and important. I

mean, it's not like you say important, meaningful things at all things.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize anybody else was out here. Oh, that's all right. You

can stay.

I know that George would... Wanted to sit in there having fun, but that's a

little tough.

Yes, yeah.

Nancy, I'm a little embarrassed to even ask, but do you have any idea what I

might have said that meant so much to George?

You don't know?

Well, you really don't know.

Well, you told him that... The minced moose meat's marvelous.

Mike, you're interrupting me. I was just telling your dad what he told your

Uncle George.

Oh, oh, gosh. Well, I'd love to hear it, too.

Well, you said to him, what's your life without your dreams?

This man said this?

You sure it wasn't what's your life without your lists?

I'm sure.

You also said that staying open to possibilities is so much more important

planning every move or watching every dime.

I had forgot.

I got the right cab and just the wrong father.

Nancy, everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I'm fine.

Go on in. Have a good party.

Enjoy.

Excuse me.

Jason, as your Uncle George's attorney and friend, I want to thank you for

making the trip.

As your cab driver, I want to remind you I'll be picking you up at 6 a .m.

tomorrow.

Too bad you couldn't stick around a couple more days and help finish the

What are you talking about?

Well, George was just fixing to lay up the chimney top when he passed away.

But as your real estate broker, it won't affect the price.

As a chiropractor, you shouldn't hunch over like that.

Hey, Dad, will you really like that lady set?

Long time ago.

You mean so you weren't always so... Anal?

Okay.

Mike, there was a time I didn't even make any lists.

I'll get out of here. No, it's true. You know, your mom and I, one summer, we

hitchhiked right across this country.

How'd she do her hair?

Yeah, well, your mom was a lot looser then, too.

We just camped out under the stars, just like this.

Yeah?

So when did you start going downhill?

Soon after you were born.

That's all my fault.

No, it's just that, well, once you have kids, I guess it's tough to be one.

Look at this, Mike. Wow, can you imagine living out here?

Breathing this air and seeing these stars every night?

Dad, I mean, look, you own this place. I mean, you could do whatever you want.

Gotta be realistic.

Oh, come on now, what is not realistic about you and Mom spending a little time

out here? Yeah, right.

See your mother out here? I'm Maggie, I'm home.

Could you gut the moose, babe?

Yeah, I just mean that, I don't know, maybe you shouldn't sell this place.

Mike, my life is in New York.

But... End of conversation.

I just think it's too bad you don't have someone talking to you like that neat

guy Uncle George did.

We have the same stars in New York, you know.

You just can't see them.

The

sky

is falling.

Sorry, Mike.

Dad? Up here. Come on up.

No, thanks. I'd rather sleep.

You come up or I'll drop another rock.

You act like you've never seen your dad do masonry at sunrise before.

Come on, get up here. Give me a hand.

Dad, we've got to be in the airport in less than an hour.

Well, it'll just take a little longer than that, Mike. I don't want to hurry.

want to get this right.

But the plane.

Mike, there will be other flights.

Come on, give me a rub.

Dad, did you by chance fall off the roof and land on your head? No.

I just started thinking last night. I think it would be nice to have a

cabin by the time your mother comes up here.

When's she coming up? I don't know. I don't know. Maybe a vacation.

I haven't made a plan yet.

But, Dad, I thought you were selling this place.

Yeah, well, you also thought I was cheap.

Jason Seaver. He's an adult.

He's a dreamer.

Stop. You're both right.

Right.

I can't believe this view up here.

Why, have you looked around?

We'll be back in a moment.