All language subtitles for It All Came True 1998-en

CURTAIN CALL (1998)
AKA "IT ALL CAME TRUE)

Where are you, Gladys?

Giants by six and a half.

You want the points?

You're on.

Five bucks?

You got it.

Hey, sellout.

How's it going?

Can't complain.

Yes.

What's in the briefcase?

Tens and twenties?

Funny God, Larry.

I'll give him the message.

You're wearing that perfume again,
you little vixen.

We're not gonna get any work done at
times.

The phone has been ringing off the hook.

Publishers, magazines.

Tell me about it.

You've got Maggie Robbins at
10, Leah Chang at 11.15, and Mr.

Van Allsburg at 11.30.

Have you seen this yet?

I've put a selection of pieces on your
desk.

How's their companies?

Charles Van Allsburg, the recently
appointed Chief Operating Officer of Loan

Sons, may be new to literary world,
but has announced that he is very much

looking forward to adding
the venerable publishing

firm to his list of
financial successes.

His list?

He's got a list.

I wonder where we are on that list.

Is this Dyer's book?

Believe it or not.

And Julia called.

She did?

You have an appointment.

There's the address.

Another place?

How many places have we seen this week?

You're a very lucky man.

I can't believe she still puts up with you
at all.

And she said to bring your umbrella.

Umbrella?

Sonny, when I walked out the door!

I told you to bring an umbrella!

Well, I had this.

This head?

Stevenson, you know Maurice?

Hello, Maurice.

And this, as they say, is the place.

Stay, Maurice.

I hope it's not the same day as the last
place.

May I ask, what sort of space Mr. Low is
used to living in?

Mr. Low is used to living in a hovel.

Why are we looking at a house?

Maurice?

Wow.

How could a house like this possibly stay
vacant 35 years?

An amusing and intriguing anecdote.

It is bought in 1962 by none other than J.

Howard Sloan.

Bought for his young bride, Margaret
Dubois.

Young lady divorces him two weeks after
the wedding.

He refuses to set foot in the place.

Never sells though, much as we try to
convince him.

This is the kitchen.

Finally, he dies.

The estate is tied up in the courts for
years.

That is amusing.

And intriguing.

I said it's criminal that such a house
should sit empty and unlived in for so long.

A house of such beauty, of historical
importance.

So, one of Manhattan's finest gems.

It's unlived in for 35 years.

What did you do?

It's fat.

You broke it.

No, it broke.

I touched.

Five minutes in a house and you break the
billiard room.

Oh, my God.

Late detail now.

The pictures.

And now, the third floor.

Wait.

There are central heating...

...and some date back as far as the 1920s.

Question, Mr. Low?

Did either of you happen to see another
woman come through here?

Forget it.

That's...

Forget it.

The bedroom?

Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

Oh, fine.

So, who lived here before the slown guy
bought the house?

Theatrical couple of some stripe,
I believe.

Eccentric pair, from the look of it.

Yes, none other than Max Gale and Lily
Marlowe.

Quite the rage back when.

Or so I'm told.

Just imagine.

You've all...

Bless you.

Bless you.

Pardon, Mr. Low?

You sneezed.

Not I, sir.

I'm sorry.

I could have sworn that I
thought I... ...heard somebody...

Sneeze.

Stevenson, it's beautiful.

What?

Yes, no, it is.

You're right.

It's very... It's very... Do
you think I can afford this?

I don't know if I can afford this.

You can afford that.

Yeah?

Can I afford this?

I dare say that you can, Mr. Low.

You dare say?

Well, I suppose I'd better call my
accountant.

I don't wish to presume, but it's for the
two of you.

Are these grapes?

Is that what's...

This... Very nice, this...

I need to be getting back to the magazine.

Right.

How was the house?

I don't want to talk about it.

What's that?

Another delivery from the Senator.

Really?

He's persistent, isn't he?

That, I assume, is how he got to be
Senator.

Will we be cancelling dinner with
Stevenson?

No, we should definitely keep Stevenson.

I've been reading your column for years.

Your stuff is so funny, you know,
very perceptive and sharp.

And it's all in your manuscript.

It's a great story.

You've got a good nice beer for dialogue,
you know.

Great, strong, believable
characters that are...

I mean, the whole thing
is really very promising.

Promising.

Promising.

You know, I want to read the next draft
the minute you get done with it, because I.

.. I mean, I just, I
think with just a little

stuff, you'll have a
tremendous first novel here.

A little stuff.

Uh... Okay.

Next draft.

Uh...

What... Is it exactly that you
think is wrong with this draft?

The same sort of ironic distance that
you... that makes you a great journalist,

I think, tends to subvert the emotion that
I think the novel requires.

You know, we're already negotiating a
movie deal.

Terrific.

They certainly won't notice if it's
better.

Hey!

Sorry, Stevenson, I just wanted to poke my
head in.

No, not at all.

We're, uh...

We're, uh, Brett Conway, this is Michelle.

Michelle Tippett.

Hi.

Hi.

I've read your column.

So, are you gonna be writing for us?

Us?

I... I should be going.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah, I think I am too.

Alright, uh, well, you
think on everything

and we'll speak first
thing in the morning.

Alright, great, great.

Nice meeting you.

So... Aw.

Stevenson, whatever you said, I totally
appreciate it.

Good.

What did I say?

I just had my interview with Mr. Ben
Ellsberg.

Right.

He's adorable.

He is.

He is?

I... He loved my stuff.

Well, I told him the truth.

I said, uh... That you're the
best art director in the business.

He said he's looking forward to being very
hands-on.

I'm sure he'd like that very much.

Okay, can you believe this?

He wants me to work for Lowe & Sons.

Full-time.

Full-time?

Here.

Um... So, what did
you tell him, then?

What do you think I told him?

I can't wait to work under you.

Again.

Here's what we have on spirits.

Good.

Alright.

Did you see, uh... Michelle?

Michelle.

How nice to see you, dear.

You look great.

So, it turns out, uh... Michelle
is, uh... Gonna be coming over.

Here.

Full-time.

Oh.

And these.

Jake from accounting.

Mark from the printers.

Olivia.

Jennifer.

Jane.

To confirm your invitation to the players'
New Year's Eve ball.

And a new one.

Someone named Samantha.

Popular as always.

Sort of a husky voice.

That's fine.

No more...

throaty.

Good.

Throaty's good.

So?

Well...

Well...

I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each
other.

Just give me a whistle.

You remember how to whistle, don't you?

You just put your lips
together and... Yes, whistling.

I remember.

Thank you, Michelle.

Bye, Stevie.

Bye, Amy.

Welcome back, Michelle.

Thanks.

You know, and Van Allsburg keeps going on
about the new configuration.

He actually said that.

I mean, I don't even know what that means,
new configuration.

What is that?

Is everything all right?

Fine.

Yes, fine.

Two coffees, please?

Not for me.

You know, there are people there I've
never even seen before.

You know, a new copy editor,
a completely revamped art

department, and people
look at me like... I don't know.

I'd like... I don't know.

What?

We need to talk.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, Julia.

Don't use that tone.

I know that tone.

I don't... We're not going to
keep doing this any longer.

What?

Eating duck?

I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't want to date anymore.

No, no, no.

We're not dating.

It's... I mean, you know, it's more
like we're together and we're...

You and I, we just want very different
things out of life.

No, not different.

Same.

We don't want different anything.

We want different everything.

I'm sorry.

It's a house.

I knew... I never should
have gotten... Excuse me.

It's a whole house thing.

It's not the house.

The house is wonderful.

You'll love that house.

The house is for us.

You know that.

But only one of us will actually live
there.

The other, in this case, me, will continue
to live in a very different house.

No.

Yes, the house, it's my house.

You'll be there virtually all the time.

Virtually?

No, I don't... Do you mean
virtually on weekends?

Or do you mean that it's a virtue that
I'll be there?

I'll be virtuous while I'm there?

Are you talking about our virtual
relationship, which has all the features

of a real relationship without ever
actually being one?

I don't want to do this anymore.

Julia, this is ridiculous.

Goodnight, Stevenson.

Thanks for the dark.

Doc.

In my day, son, the thing to get a party
going was a Dickie Hartley song.

Don't pay any attention to this
insufferable nanny.

He's just showing off.

That, dear boy, is what I
would call the old ball and chain

if it wouldn't do such a
disservice to balls and chains.

Yes.

This tune was Lily's favourite.

Back when she used to shake her patootie.

Max, as usual, waxes grotesque.

I have never shaken my patootie in all my
life.

He's thinking of one of his floozies.

That is actually untrue.

If I were thinking of one of my floozies,
I would be smiling.

Yon.

And that son is the female of the species.

Julia.

What's wrong?

Julia.

What is it?

I can't run in these shoes.

What is it?

There's an enormous problem with the
house.

Jesus, baby, I'm going out of my mind.

When we were up at the new place,
I mean, did you...

Remember when I was coming down?

I mean, did you feel anything weird?

No, I did.

Because, I don't know,
I mean, I was up there

today, and the
strangest thing happened.

I mean, there were these two...

I'm looking in the mirror, and then I see
two people, and they're all...

I mean, is that possible?

Could a man and a woman live in that house
indefinitely?

Of course they could.

How can you be so calm about that?

I mean, what do you think about that?

Well, you know what I think about that.

I don't know.

I'm going to have to
talk to Maurice, because I

tell you, the whole idea
just gives me the creeps.

The creeps?

Well, think about it.

I have thought about it.

You've thought about it?

Those things?

Those people?

Whatever the hell they are?

What are you talking about?

This guy with a smoking jacket,
this woman with a tiara.

I mean, I thought I saw them the first
time today.

I definitely saw them, and they spoke.

You didn't hear me.

Can we just stay on the subject?

I am on the subject.

The subject is us.

I'm not talking about us.

I mean, now.

I mean, I'm not talking about us now.

I can talk about us in a minute or two.

I just wasn't talking about us now.

You were at the first sentence.

No, Julia, don't.

This really wasn't what I was talking
about.

I wasn't even thinking about us.

Of course you weren't.

This is something really important.

You have no idea.

I mean, not that us isn't important.

Do you recall a conversation we had last
April?

April?

Yes, April.

Do you know the month where the rain comes
down?

April.

I don't remember.

No, I'm... Wait, stop.

Hang on, hang on.

Julia, I love you.

I couldn't possibly love you more.

You know that is a fact.

Listen, I know that I've been a little
uneven lately, you know, but I just, I can't.

..

I want us so much to be, you know,
I don't want to lose you.

And I...

You know, forget the whole thing with
the...

...smoking jacket and a lady with a tiara,
you know?

I mean, just forget the whole thing with
the thing.

Forget it.

You know, let's, uh, start the whole
conversation over from the beginning, okay?

So, uh, imagine this, all right?

You're walking out of your office
building, and here I am, right?

Walking briskly up to greet you.

We embrace warmly.

Sort of.

I give you a long, loving look,
and then I say, Julia, let's you and me,

right here, right now, begin our life
together.

What do you think?

I think I just remembered why I love you.

What do you want this?

Is there anyone in there, somebody?

Are you hungry?

Yes, I'm starving.

Well, Julia, look what I found.

Does it work?

Look at these.

Huh?

On each other hoochie lime.

Baby has a new pair of shoes.

A round of banana.

These are great.

This is the best decision I've ever made.

We've ever made.

Love dances lost between laughter and
tears.

With a whirl of joy.

And the embrace of melancholy.

Who said that?

Yates.

Kates.

You made it up.

I made it up.

Come in.

Mr. Van Allsburg.

Steve!

Ensign.

Steve.

Stevenson.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I wanted to ask your opinion about this
young writer, Brett Conway.

I think Brett's a very exciting writer.

Unfortunately, exciting doesn't
necessarily mean that he's ready, but he's.

..

Well, the reason I ask is because Lowensons
is going to publish his book next spring.

Oh!

Hobbs and Brown.

Actually, that's not quite true.

Footwear of royalty.

About Brett.

I told him to try and call
the draft and... Oh, yes, yes.

I know all that.

Sit down.

His agent explained to me about this,
uh...

movie arrangement.

I thought it would be
a sound policy for this

company to be associated
with that sort of project.

Don't you agree?

Uh, well... Not necessarily.

It's time to get some new blood in here.

Kick the dust off the shell.

You don't see those around much anymore.

Uh, right.

Um, so get rid of the
dust and, um... Hmm?

You know, Mr. Van Olsberg, Brett Conway is
still developing as a writer.

Oh, then he should develop here, selling
books for us rather than for Gibbon Press.

That so?

Yes, but, you know, with all due respect,
it was my understanding, I mean...

Really, I believe our understanding,
that when this all came together with you

and Houser & Company
and us, that I would be

controlling the creative
aspects of the business.

And so you are.

It's your show, Stevenson.

What I've done here is make a simple
business decision.

Well, it's not, actually.

Well, selling books is the business of
this business, isn't it?

Some books.

Good books.

I know what you're saying.

This was your father's business and your
grandfather's business.

I know that, I know that.

And, and I sympathize.

What I'm trying to
do is see that it is also

your son's business and
your grandson's business.

Is that so wrong?

Well, what if you just left?

Left?

You mean as in Stevenson Lowe leaves Lowe
& Sons?

Leaving two and, in some cases, three
generations of loyal employees behind?

Yeah.

I mean, you're capable of doing almost
anything you set your mind to.

And nobody believes in you more than they
do.

Except me.

Fascinating.

Absolutely fascinating.

Easier to read, but do we want to read it?

Subway derailments?

Voter fraud?

Turmoil in the Mideast?

This is no fun.

And what in God's name has happened to the
Herald Tribune?

Oh dear.

Struck dumb.

Childhood accident?

Who are you?

Oh, yes.

We haven't been properly introduced.

Maxwell Stevenson Gale.

Actor, director, producer, impresario.

And, in spite of what my she-devil wife
might say, the brains of this outfit.

And who might you be?

Oh no, I might be Stevenson Lowe.

Stevenson meets Stevenson.

A grand old name, what?

His name was like the lion's roar.

Turkish Holiday, Ben George, 1932.

Say, are you a Lowe of Lowe's theater?

No, Lowe and Sons.

Publishers.

You're Jerry's boy?

What scoundrel?

I'm Harold's boy.

Jerry's grand boy.

Or grandson.

Grandson.

Oh dear, how time flies.

Still I'm sure the apple didn't fall too
far from that tree.

What are you doing here?

I-I'm trying to find the theater listings.

Where they-You were playing the piano,
I think of you.

And the woman, that was your wife,
I suppose she-That was no lady,

that's for sure.

I know.

What exactly are you two doing here?

Oh, come, come.

It is our house.

I think I could ask the same of you.

Your house?

Never mind.

It's nice to hear the pitter-patter of
tiny feet about the place.

You're from good stock, and you obviously
have good taste in the things a man needs.

What?

I do.

The wife, Stevenson, dear?

Uh-uh, Juliet.

Quite a catch.

Oh, well, she's not my wife.

Even better.

Someone else's?

No, she's-We're not married.

I knew it.

You're Stevenson, all right.

Just like Jerry.

Why fix a boat when there's no leak?

Stevenson, don't let this foolish hobgoblin
fill your head with a load of rubbish.

Match, my dear.

Enter Lucretia Borgia.

Till death do us part.

Oh, if only.

Oh, do something with your mouth,
dear child.

You look like a goldfish.

Has this oath made a parts of your lovely
wife yet?

No, we... I don't know.

No, it's only a matter of time.

Max is like a little dog.

He's always sniffing around where it's not
polite.

No, I was just, uh... I
was just saying to... Max.

That, uh, we're just friends.

Oh, no.

No, dear child.

Friends get a handshake at the door.

Well, no, not just friends.

He watched us?

The idea.

Watching, really.

Oh, that would be impolite.

Not without its reward.

Oh, do tell this halfwit to roll up his
tongue.

It's most unbecoming.

You see what I have to put up with?

You would think that death would allow
some respite.

But no.

What Max forgets is that if he doesn't
like it, he can just get the hell out of

here and go off on one of his decadent
romps.

You know what, Stevenson?

I have a brilliant idea.

I think I'm in the mood for a decadent
romp.

All right.

Now, this is the situation as I see it.

You have relations with the girl.

Well, where'd he go?

Who?

Well, him, Max.

I mean... Well, he
told you he's gone off.

It's fine by me.

But where did he go?

Well, wherever he likes.

Now, you have relations with the girl.

That's fine.

That's fine.

I understand.

These things happen.

But, my dear, my dear, I think you should
at least be affianced.

Rio in the winter.

Nothing like it.

Makes a man feel good to be alive.

All the next best things.

What say, Stevenson?

Oh, really.

Some people simply never stop auditioning.

Look, I'm sorry.

This is all going a little fast for me.

I really have to go back to... Who are
you?

I mean, who are you?

And what are you doing here?

Because I don't have
the... Julia, thank God.

You need to see this.

Julia, this is...

This is what, Stevenson?

Well, oh, uh...

Well, this is my most favorite thing in
the house.

You see that thing where the whole wall
meets the ceiling.

And I love that.

What?

Yeah, I'm going to bed.

Right.

Where's my razor?

My razor.

My razor's missing.

Someone take my razor?

Where...

Oh, thank God.

No, I thought it was... I thought it
was...

Never mind.

Ah!

Ha!

You all right?

What?

No, I... Yeah, I... Yes.

What are you doing in my mirror?

To be fair, dear boy, it's my mirror.

No, the point isn't whose mirror it is.

When I look at it, I expect to see my
face.

Not some hallucination.

Can some hallucination do this?

Watch it!

Are you okay?

To... Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm... Thank you.

Do you mind?

Does the little lady not allow company in
the house?

I need to shave.

Perhaps if you were to calm down a bit?

Great.

So, now I've got two people in the mirror.

That's a big help.

What's wrong with having a couple of
perfectly delightful guests in residence?

Well, one, anyway.

Nothing.

Not a thing.

Perhaps you could be perfectly delightful
all in one room.

Having you pop up at any moment is going to
wreak havoc on my relationship with Julia.

Relationship?

Yeah.

Oh, I like that.

Son, in my day, we had marriage and
affairs.

Yes, in Max's case, many, many affairs.

And look, I'm sorry.

Things are more complicated these days.

People have a lot more options.

Relationships can be anything you want
them to be.

I'm not married to Julia.

She's my girlfriend.

She'll move her stuff in.

We'll live together.

That's fine.

I'm fine with that.

I mean, why ruin everything with marriage?

People say it changes everything.

I don't want everything to change.

I don't want anything to change.

I want everything to stay exactly the way
it is.

Except that I want you to get out of my
house.

What are you doing?

What?

Julia, whatever you think you may have
heard, you can completely disregard it.

I know what I heard.

I wasn't even talking to you.

I wasn't even really talking about you.

I mean, remember the people.

I was trying to tell you about... If you
would stop, I've got to talk to you about...

Why did you do a fine job of talking to
yourself?

You only heard half the conversation.

Yeah, and that was plenty.

Right, well, I've been quoted out of
context.

Get already, you're not ready.

You know, maybe I... Please,
Julia, will you let me explain...

You know, I'm really
glad I didn't go through the

whole humiliating process
of moving on my things.

Because that would have been embarrassing.

But, Julia, I'm trying to tell you what
you've heard up there.

I don't have time for this.

Please, give me five minutes, all right?

Julia, wait!

Stevenson!

You've got shaving cream on your face.

Capital.

Short on style, long on effect.

Must try it on Lily sometime.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

Ah, the riposte of the inarticulate.

How am I supposed to get her back now?

But you don't want to do that.

This is the time to teach her a lesson.

Time to show your true character.

I did.

That's what got me into trouble.

Face it, Max, you're out of date.

You're worse than out of date.

You're dead.

There's no need to get personal.

Stevenson Lowe is history.

Glad to hear it.

You got a call from the senator this
morning.

Wants to know how dinner sounds in
Washington.

Tell him dinner in Washington sounds
divine.

Got it.

I've always loved Washington.

It's good that I found out now it saves me
time, money and pride.

Very efficient.

No more cards, no more flowers,
no more late night phone calls,

no more bribes, no more lies.

He calls, I'm not here.

He comes by, he doesn't get past
reception.

I feel good.

Good.

This is good.

You don't get it, son.

A girl like that, money in the bank.

No, actually, Max, a girl like that is a
human being.

Where's my tie?

She loves you.

Trust me, she'll wait.

That tie won't match.

I hate to say it, Max,
but women have changed

a little since you were
tomcatting around.

Oh, bosh.

Bosh?

Did you say bosh?

Hogamous, higamous, man is polygamous.

Higamous, hogamous.

Woman, monogamous.

Some things never change, and woman
happens to be one of them.

She might wear different clothing.

She might use different words.

She might change her mind about whether she
wants to go out to work or stay at home.

But she does not change.

Listen, Max, I'm not going to take
romantic advice from someone who's

condemned to stalk this earthly plane while
not talking to his wife for all eternity.

You're in your prime, son.

Twenty to forty-five, the best years of my
life.

More women than you could shake a stick
at.

And I was a very accomplished stick
shaker.

Yeah, well, stick shaking isn't what it
used to be.

You don't want to get married.

What you want is to fall in love.

Again and again and again.

The adrenaline of the new.

Not the haze of the comfortable.

That's who you are.

That's what you want.

I know you.

You're a Stevenson.

I'm a Stevenson who's out one girlfriend
and now I'm late for work.

Do me a favor.

Find out how my book is doing.

I know she's there, Lee.

You can't tell me she isn't there.

She's not.

She's really not.

Tell her to call me back later,
okay?

I know when you're lying, Lee,
you sound like Julia Child.

You would think what you want,
but name calling...

We publish this?

Lowen Sons, 1937.

How did it sell?

Special edition.

28,000 printed, 28,000 sold.

Really?

And this is hot off the press.

The updated spring list.

Oh, great.

Great.

Good.

It's...

Mr. Van Olsen will be out of the office
for the holidays.

May I take a message?

A thousand one names for your cat?

Please, Mr. Nelson.

There's someone I want you
to... This is some kind of a joke.

Oh, well, it is a joke.

But a damn good one.

A joke that's gonna put this company on
the map now.

A cat book?

150 years of Baldy literature...
I'm sorry, I can't name book.

I mean, a monkey could compose a book like
this.

Perhaps now's a good time for you to meet
our newest author.

I'm Monica Gilroy.

How are you?

I'm... I'm Stevenson Lowe.

I'm sorry about
the... Stevenson.

Let's see.

769, right between Stacy and Stinky.

Right.

Cats.

Speaking of Stinky, this is the Colonel.

You take him, Don.

I should've warned you Monica something of
a live wire.

Right.

Uh, listen, I'm sorry
for the... Oh, no, wait!

No, no, no.

You've gotta hear this.

Charles was just telling me over dinner
the other night about...

Charles, why don't you tell him what you
said?

Oh!

Oh, yes!

Hot off the internet.

Fascinating material.

Apparently the three most popular book
topics in the United States are cats,

golf, and Nazis.

So... Are we
supposed to publish?

Calico Stormtroopers of the PGA?

I mean, this book could be a serious blow
to our reputation.

Oh, I hardly think so.

As a matter of fact, Monica's little joke
book is going to sell more copies.

In six months than the entire works of
Dorothy Parker have in the last 60 years.

And we do want to sell books here,
don't we?

Max?

Lily?

Lily?

No!

Memories!

Oh!

Would it be at all possible for you to
knock every now and then?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm just not used to house guests.

This is the first show that I was shackled
to the screaming Harrigan.

Ali Baba and his 40 wives.

In Max's case, a low estimation.

We really were the talk of the town.

Perhaps the town should have shut up every
now and again.

It's quite an act, you have the bickering
couple.

Yes, quite an act.

Act my aspirin.

She was such a sweet young thing back
then.

So full of life, so full of potential,
waiting to be unlocked.

His company was worn down to the nape
before I came along.

He couldn't make a hit out of bosoms on
parade.

Alex Wolcott said to
me in 1922, the only sure

thing in this business
is a Max Gale show.

Yeah, Max only had to pay him a hundred
dollars to say it.

Listen, but before you two start
exchanging gunfire, you still haven't

explained to me what the hell you're doing
here.

Oh, don't be silly, dear.

We live here.

You live here?

You're dead here.

Again with the personal attacks?

We can occupy our own house for as long as
we like.

So you don't know why you're here?

So long as the Queen
of Pulchritude stays out of

my way, I'm as happy
as a clam in butter sauce.

But you're supposed to move on,
right?

Unless you've got some kind of unfinished
business or something, right?

No, I'm perfectly content to stay here.

Fine.

But, you know, we have to establish some
rules here, because...

For starters, you are not allowed to
interfere with my love life.

I mean, I've completely blown it with
Julia because of you two.

She's left town.

I don't have any idea where she is.

You want her back.

That's a healthy response.

Of course I want her back.

You want to know where she is?

Hell, I can find her.

Hold on.

Did you see that?

How does he... How does he... Can you do
that?

Oh, surely.

Anywhere I want.

Any time I want.

Yeah, Monaco.

London.

Samaritz.

Washington.

She's gone to Washington, D.C.

What?

How do you know that?

I went to her office and looked in her
appointment book.

No problem.

She flew to Washington today.

What?

Will Dodger's in Washington.

Oh, my God.

I wonder where she's staying.

Oh, bother.

Do you think that...

Could he warn me when he's going to do
that?

Well, yes.

If he had any respect for human life.

Oh, are you... Are you going to
Washington?

Well, as soon as possible.

I'd better come and help you.

Oh, no.

Over my dead body or... Oh,
perhaps more appropriately, yours.

There.

See for yourself.

You know, you see Macaulay on TV.

He gives nothing away.

Somehow he pulls that stuff off of it.

You guys... You made that one
picture... And completely captured him.

That was Sarah Sloan.

She's been with us since the beginning.

Hi.

Senator.

Uh, Will.

I'm, uh, Stevenson.

Oh, Stevenson.

I've heard a lot about you.

Oh, you have?

Yeah.

Well, I've seen you
on, uh... C-SPAN.

Mm-hmm.

You look great.

Doesn't he...

Look... You look
so, uh... Weathered.

And... Frankly,
much... Taller than I...

So, what brings you all the way to
Washington, Stevenson?

Uh...

Well, uh, the book.

You know, the... The book.

Yeah, you know, the... The
book that I'm... We're doing.

Uh, my book publishing company is...

Doing a book of the...

Um...

Well... About the...

Washington?

D.C.?

Uh... Washington.

Um... About, uh... Washington.

And, uh... So,
that's what I'm...

I'm kind of Mr. Washington.

If I can help me out in any way,
just let me know.

Can I get you anything else, sir?

Julia?

No, thank you.

You know, I'd love a cup of coffee,
you know?

The book?

Right.

Uh...

Um... Not really... The book.

Uh... You know, the person I
really need to talk to is Julia.

Would you mind if I did that?

Just talk to Julia?

Just for a moment.

Steven, so maybe we can do this another
time.

No, I actually, I think this is the
absolute best time to do this.

How did you know where to find me?

Well, that's actually... You know,
can I just have one minute of your time?

Thirty seconds.

I think what Julia's trying to
say here is that maybe now

is not the most fortuitous
time for this conversation.

You have an urgent telegram?

And I just realized that you have an
urgent telegram at Western Union.

Yeah.

You have an urgent telegram at Western
Union.

I mean, I have an urgent telegram.

Why would you have an urgent telegram?

No, I think she means a telephone call.

He means a telephone call.

What are you talking about?

I mean, he... No, I'm
just trying to help out.

You meant a telephone
call, or perhaps a

fax, or an email, or
anything but a telegram.

It just came into my head.

I don't know...
Silly, do you mind?

I just thought it was gonna...

Stephenson, I think you should leave us.

I'm sorry I meant Will... Will,
I think theoshi should leave us.

No what she's trying to say Will... is
that maybe you should leave us.

Well that's not what I said Stephenson...
I think, you should leave us.

You said you should leave Jan,
In fact... I think I love you Will.

What?

You did?

I'm sorry, you really didn't mean exactly
that.

M20, no need to apologize No, of course
you didn't mean it, Julie.

I mean, that's just crazy talk.

The fact is, I'm glad you
moved out of my house, because

you're really starting to put
a crepe in my garden house.

Stevenson?

Wait, garden?

No, I didn't mean that.

Would you get the hell out of here?

Hey, I don't mind being asked,
but I don't respond very well to orders.

No, I don't mean you.

I wasn't talking to you.

What do you mean?

Let's do it at his level.

Well, if he's not going to leave them,
maybe we should.

No, wait.

If you go off of them, you'll regret it.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,
but soon, and for the rest of...

Wait a minute, that's fine.

Yeah, I remember the scene well.

It's when Rick tells Ilsa to go off with
Victor.

Julian, wait!

I'm changing my number.

I'm changing my number.

Don't try to call me.

No, I didn't mean that.

Could I talk to you, both of you?

Just for a minute.

All right.

All right.

No, that's the end, all right?

The end of help.

Do you understand that?

I want no more help.

Help isn't working.

Well, I was only doing my best,
dear.

Well, your best stinks on ice.

And Max, what the hell did you think you
were doing?

Getting your girl back.

What?

You must show her who's boss.

That's the only thing women understand.

The only thing Max understands is
infidelity.

It was the same in Hamlet in 1938.

Every night he was groping an usherette
during my mad scene.

God alone knows what he was doing behind
the arras.

Lily, as per usual, allowing her petty
jealousy to mar the evening.

God, if I were only ten years younger.

And alive.

Me being alive was never our problem,
dear.

You being alive was the problem.

You were on your last legs when I pulled
your chestnuts out of the fire.

Well, you died on me, Lily.

You died on me before we could settle up.

You followed along two weeks later.

What was I supposed to do?

Return to the theater after you used up
the best years of my life?

All right.

Time out, all right?

Now, here's the point.

No, here's the point.

Well, that was dramatic.

Don't listen to her things she says,
young man.

Follow her advice.

You might as well get yourself a collar
and leash.

Max, I'm telling you, women don't respond
to that kind of posturing.

I mean...

Would you excuse us for having a
conversation here?

Very rude.

Marriage is the worst mistake I ever made.

It ties you down.

It cuts you up.

It takes away the things you love.

That's heartening.

They trick us, is what.

All those long silences.

All those games.

They get inside our heads so that we'll
jump when they press the buzzer.

Some of us doesn't feel like buzzer
pressing to me.

You know where Julia is now?

In the arms of Will Dodge.

Tough break, old boy.

It's been after for two years.

Her loss, son?

You know you're the better man.

He rides horses.

He's a self-made millionaire.

He's great looking.

He's a U.S.

senator.

He's very tall.

Yes, but do women really go for that sort
of thing nowadays?

Hell, if she doesn't want him,
I'll marry him.

Let's find a bar and have a drink.

Max!

Come on.

It's Christmas.

One drink.

Two tickets to New York, please.

Yes, sir.

Well, this has been an excellent evening.

To good times and to good friends.

You bet.

It's funny seeing the two of you go at it
back in there.

What's funny?

Well, it's just, it's just, I've never seen
you two actually ever talk to one another.

Right.

You're so beautiful.

I can imagine.

So beautiful you can't imagine.

I can't believe it.

The voice of a nightingale.

The face of a college.

Marrying her was the best decision I've
made.

One might contend you have a difficult
time expressing this.

Well, that, I think, is a problem.

Dear Stevenson, our least noble trait.

It's a completed ability to appreciate our
own achievements.

Exactly.

What?

We want it.

We work for it.

We do everything and anything under the
sun to get it.

But once we have it... Oh.

Once we have it, it's... Hi.

Excuse me.

You're on the kid.

Hello.

Yours, Stevenson Lowe.

That is my name.

I thought I recognized you.

Please, sir.

Well, it's nice to be recognized,
isn't it, Max?

Yeah.

Uh, no.

My name's Sandra.

Sandra Hewson.

What a beautiful name.

Sandra Hewson.

Slow down.

Slow down.

Thank you.

I was at the talk you gave at Columbia
last spring.

Don't worry.

Was it of any use at all to you?

Oh, yeah.

I loved it.

Especially the part about integrity in the
workplace.

Oh, well, integrity in the workplace.

Hmm.

Sandra, that is a lovely necklace you have
on.

You could do better than that.

What did you think?

Oh, I... Do you?

Oh, I... Thank you.

Yeah.

Um... It was my mother's.

Well... I love it.

Well, it's delightful to
make your acquaintance,

Sandra Hewson, in
her mother's necklace.

Oh, gosh.

I feel stupid now.

But, um... I'm a writer.

A writer?

Well, thanks.

A writer.

Well...

Excellent.

Well, I...

You know, I would love
to see... some of your work.

Would you?

I...

I seem to be having me a terrible problem
with...

It's all right now.

Um... Your work,
I would love that.

Are you going to New York?

Um, yeah.

So are we.

It's just you and I.

So...

You all right?

I'm great, Will.

Truly great.

You're not here because you're angry at
Stevenson.

No, I'm here because I want to be here.

I just can't believe he did that.

Me neither.

Watch your step.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

I'm all right.

Please, sit down.

I'm sorry.

Listen.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ah.

Good evening.

Listen.

I'd appreciate just a little privacy
tonight.

I guess.

I've agreed.

Please make yourself...

comfortable.

Mr. Lowe, this house is so beautiful.

Yes?

Well, thank you.

You know, it used to belong to Max Gale
and Lily Marlow.

Who?

Can I get you something of your drink?

Um, just some juice.

It'll be fine.

Juice?

I hope this child wasn't one of your
pickings.

The boy reeled this one in all by himself.

What we need now is a little mood
manipulation.

Mr. Lowe?

Please call me Stevenson.

Mr. Stevenson, is there something wrong
with your electricity?

This is comfy.

One juice.

I need something a little more,
uh, complicated for myself.

Um, Mr. Stevenson?

Hello, this is Stevenson.

I can't get to the phone right now,
so please leave a message.

Stevenson, what you did tonight must be so
ugly content.

Well, I just hope that you have the
dignity of it.

Well, Julia, you know me.

I was never big on grace and dignity.

Let's go.

What are you doing now?

Well, I think the question is,
what are you doing, not home?

Hmm?

Well, is he at your place or are you at
his place?

Time you ask me what... What?

What?

Very nice choice.

Mr. Stevenson.

Who's that?

What?

That?

No, that was a, uh, woman.

A beautiful, young woman.

I'm happy to admire me immensely.

I think she's gonna be a brilliant writer.

She's... a mermaid with integrity,
and she's got an excellent workplace.

Mr. Stevenson, there's really something
wrong with your electricity.

Well, on the train, I was...

So, what's he like in bed?

Mr. Stevenson!

Don't tell me.

I know.

He's rugged and laconic, and he's got a
firm grass on the range.

Hello?

Hold on.

Mr. Stevenson!

No, don't worry about that a bit.

There's plenty more juicer that came from.

Why do you always have to bring everything
down to your level?

Hello?

Fine.

Be that way.

I'm gonna have fun tonight.

But that child doesn't even know who she
is.

Lots of fun.

She's legal.

I'll get that juice now.

She can make up her own mind.

Then she's going to do it without you.

I got that juice.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Hey, her.

Now we're ready for some work.

Where's my friend?

Ah, she had to go.

Perhaps you've had enough tonight,
yeah?

Perhaps you're right.

Tell the truth.

Would you really have been happy with that
child?

For the rest of my life, probably not.

For tonight, very possible.

Where's Max?

Max is lying down.

He also has had a little too much tonight.

Where's Julia?

How do you two do it year after year?

Well, we're dead.

That's a big incentive.

Well, the only time you speak is to fight.

Oh, fighting, my dear.

That's what we did.

In the end, it was all we did.

Look at him.

You should have seen him when we met.

New Year's party, costume sort of thing.

He came as a sheik.

He thought he looked like Valentino.

What were you?

Well, I thought I looked like Cleopatra.

I'm sure you did.

He was so dashing.

So funny.

And a great actor too, you know,
the best I ever met.

So what went wrong?

Well, Max has his faults.

There were many women to whom he was not,
shall we say, indifferent.

But you knew that.

I mean, you knew that.

I thought it would pass.

I think it's a sad loss that
men have such an aptitude for

love, coupled with such an
inability for managing it properly.

One might think you were a wee bit
jealous.

Jealous?

I admit.

Walls did go up between us.

And I'm afraid nothing can bring them
down.

Son, I find that impossible to believe.

Oh, it's true what they said.

We were the best of friends, and the worst
of enemies.

And now it's too late.

It's just too late.

I feel like the worst
with Julia would still

be better than the
best with anyone else.

That evening, feeling adventurous,
we found a place on one

of San Em's narrow streets
with no English on the menu.

At Cafe Las Tortugas, we
started with conch ceviche,

guacamole, cilantro-laced
pico de gallo, and margarine.

Party's over.

We followed that with chicken enchiladas
drenched in tari pomole and more margarines.

Not those foo-foo scrappés sit
by drag queens and coeds, and

not some premix from a
bottle, but real Mexican martinis.

Tequila, fresh lime, and
trip... Go away, Steven.

I have to talk to you.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

I can handle this, ma'am.

I don't want to talk to you.

God, you look terrible.

Take some vitamins.

Or maybe a long vacation.

Duh.

We left the large translucent sea turtle
shells, glass of clothes, and other select

flotsam snared in the fishnets on the
walls...

I'm so sorry about that whole...

Uh, telephone call, trip to Washington.

You know, I just feel so badly about that.

I don't know what the... Wyatt!

Please, I just... I need to talk to you.

Well, what do you have in mind?

No, I can't.

Steven's not me.

Maybe I've not made myself clear,
but it's over.

No, I know that.

I just want an ordinary, decent
conversation with you.

I just feel like we didn't have a chance
to end things properly.

Shh.

Thank you.

What do you really want from me?

One conversation between two adults.

You'd be warm, and I guess I would have to
borrow the other.

Julia, it's all I'm asking.

Please.

When?

Tonight.

I can't tonight.

So, tomorrow night?

If she can't tomorrow night, she has
plans.

Miriam, it's New Year's Eve, I've got
plans.

Plans?

We never go out on New Year's Eve.

Well, things change, Stevenson.

Yeah.

You know, I once wanted this more than I
ever wanted anything.

I just don't want this anymore.

Julia, you know...

Just come by the house tomorrow after
work, okay?

All I'm asking for is ten minutes.

Five minutes.

This is never gonna work.

No matter what, Julia's gonna end the
night playing submarine with Will Dodge.

Hello, Gladys.

Hello, Mr. Will.

I'm trying to line up in
my mind the worst, most

humiliating times in
my life up to this point.

I haven't yet come up with anything to top
this month.

Adolescence was a breeze compared to this.

Hey, lover boy!

Get bent, Larry.

You've made the gesture, dear.

All you can do now is keep giving her a
rope.

She'll either hang you or string up Mr.
Dodge.

Oh, my God.

What is the topic of discussion?

We're talking about the relative
possibility of Julia... Stevenson.

I've got the layouts for the cat book.

Not now, Michelle.

We're talking
about... Well, when?

I don't care.

Pick a time.

Later today.

Whatever.

We're talking about... But
today's New Year's Eve.

What?

Whatever.

That's fine.

We're talking about the relative possibility
of Julia choosing me over Will Dodge.

That's a tough one.

He's got a lot going for him.

Health, looks, power.

And I hear he's very well off.

Oh, well, that's a big help.

Thanks for showing up.

Perhaps you could reconvene back at the
house.

Fine.

Right.

I forgot your muffin.

I'm having a very bad morning.

Then you're batting a thousand.

What is this?

The latest updated spring list.

Fighting the female fat cell?

I thought that one might strike you.

He can't do this, can he?

I mean, he can't.

Can he?

It all depends.

You're damned right at this.

Consider the description.

We don't have to think about this as a
family operation any longer.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Stevenson.

Glad you could join us.

You know the gentleman and lady from
Hauser & Company.

Look, I know this isn't
a creative meeting, but

I really have some
things that I've got to say.

We always look forward to your input,
Stevenson.

You know, the thing is, ultimately what we
do here is publish books.

I think you all know what a book is.

At its best, it can be a doorway into
another world.

Someone who picks up a book, he's got a
world in his hands.

He can travel in time.

He can read another man's mind.

He can communicate with the dead.

I know this because I've spent my life
with books.

My family has been in this business for
four generations.

Four generations.

Nathaniel Hawthorne
said, It takes a great

deal of history to
produce a little literature.

I have no intention of throwing away that
history.

Not for you, not for anyone.

That's it.

Well?

Well, I told them what I thought.

Did they listen?

They didn't talk, that's for sure.

Do we still have jobs?

That's a different question.

Stevenson!

That was great.

Excuse me?

Stroke of genius.

I've been trying to light a fire under
these sticks for months now.

We should have you in on all our meetings.

You should?

You've got a real gift, Stevenson.

A gift for getting people excited.

Getting them to see the big picture.

Well, thank you.

In fact, we've decided we want you to
personally supervise...

the fat cell book.

Congratulations!

Big things, Stevenson.

Big things from big thinkers.

Big, big, big, big, big, big.

Well, that went well.

I've completely ruined my personal life.

And now the business is going totally to
hell.

Stevenson, be truthful.

The business is not going to hell.

Oh, it's precisely going to hell.

Diet books are right down there with the
hoarders and wasters.

The business is doing just fine.

The fact is we're going to make more money
this year than we've ever made.

It's just... It's just what?

It's just that it's a different business
now.

Michelle!

Stevenson, there you are.

I thought you weren't going to show.

Show?

You told me to bring by the layouts for
the cat book, remember?

Tonight.

When did I say that?

Is it a bad time?

It doesn't matter, I can come back later.

No, no, no, it's fine.

Uh, yeah, please, come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

Wow.

This place is great.

So I guess that little merger hasn't been
all bad for you, has it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, so let's see what you've got.

Hi.

Oh.

Michelle.

Comfy.

What are you doing?

You said to get comfortable.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

No, I, um...

No, it's just, I have some people coming
over in a...

bit.

You look great.

So do you.

Um, you don't have a date tonight,
do you?

You're not going to that New Year's Eve
thing, that costume thingy?

Well, I'm... No.

Uh, not really.

What do you mean?

I'm...

You need to relax.

You've been under too much pressure
lately.

Ha ha.

This is going to sound
strange, but I'm... What?

What?

Is it my dress?

I've lost so much weight, I don't even
know what size I am anymore.

Ha ha ha ha.

The dress is right.

Well, it should be.

I spent a lot of hard shopping around
buying this thing.

Well, I'm paranoid that it might be
sagging.

No, the dress is not sagging anywhere.

Well, maybe it's a knockoff.

You know how I feel about knockoffs.

Could you just help me out a minute?

I have a little tag back here.

No, no, no, Michelle.

No, no, no, no.

We're kind of looking at it to see if it's
a knockoff.

It's absolutely necessary, please.

I know, but I feel very...
No, no, no, no, Michelle.

No, it's a label.

Maybe you should go, okay?

What?

What does that mean, I should go?

Well, not that you should go.

It's just, uh... What?

What is it?

Well, it's just I do... I have people
coming in a bit and I'm... People?

And I'm not presentable to people?

That's not what I meant.

Julia.

It's Julia, isn't it?

Well... I just want to know
who you're standing me up for.

I'm saying... This conversation
really isn't going the way I wanted it to.

Well, of course it's not.

Because you invite me over here tonight.

And now all of a sudden,
you're worried about... I...

The first lady of publishing
coming in... And what?

Finding a sleep...

Julia!

I must be early.

No, I... Not at all.

I was just leaving.

Zip me up, will you, hon?

Sorry.

I'm... Don't fret, Miss Winston.

We are definitely just friends now.

Happy New Year.

Ha!

Julia, you'll laugh when I
tell you what... Laugh, really?

When you tell me?

Really, this is hysterical.

I mean, she...

Look, this isn't even my color.

I don't know, Stephen.

I mean, shame is a perfect color for you.

It suits you extremely well.

But you see, when she... I
see... I see perfectly clearly.

I... I know this looks bad.

It does look bad.

It's very different now.

You've got to believe
what... I'll go for another.

Goodbye, Stephen.

Julia, this is absurd.

Max?

Lily?

Max!

Lily!

Max?

Lily, you up here?

My helmet.

I can.

But it's painful.

Mr. Van Allsburg.

Stevenson.

How nice to see you.

Let me introduce... Some friend.

Two new writers, I trust.

No writers.

Mr. Van Allsburg.

You look, uh... No,
those are some boots.

Oh.

Handcrafted.

I'm sure.

Enjoy the dance.

Have a good time.

See you later.

Well, look who made it to the party.

Max.

There you are.

What brings you here?

Well, what brings you here?

Well, what brings you here?

New Year's Eve.

It was right here, wasn't it?

What's that?

It was right here on this night when you
first met her.

Met who, dear boy?

I don't quite catch your meaning.

Lily.

Your wife.

It was right here on this night,
1927.

Wife?

You say so, yes.

I don't have much of a mind for ancient
history.

And you come back here every year,
don't you?

Uh... Let me think.

Max, tell me the truth.

Those women you knew.

All those women.

All those years ago.

Yes.

It was a wonderful time, wasn't it?

I wouldn't trade a minute of it.

But then it ended one day.

Well... Stevenson, I
love beautiful women.

Show me a beautiful woman, and I will show
you God's greatest creation.

But Lily... Oh, Lily.

The moment I met her, I knew.

One can't take that sort of thing lightly.

But how did you know it was Lily?

Why Lily?

Why?

There's no why, son.

You meet that one person, and you know it
in your soul.

You feel it deep down.

There's no denying it.

It rocks you to your very foundation.

There's no such thing as saying no.

It's really just that simple.

Well, Stevenson, dear boy, what brings you
here?

I think the same thing that brings you
here.

You look wonderful.

Thank you.

Care for a dance?

Oh, I wouldn't say no.

I just come here because I like the
atmosphere.

What?

The colors, the lights, the costumes and
the music.

Well, it makes for a little nostalgia,
doesn't it?

I suppose so.

Time's gone by.

Auld lang syne.

Why not?

Memories of forgotten love.

I promise you, young man, I have the
slightest idea what you're talking about.

He comes here every year.

Ridiculous.

Where should he?

He was the day he met me.

Or the night he met me.

But he's here right now.

Don't be absurd.

I've been coming here every year since
1962.

I haven't seen him yet.

He's standing right over there.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Did you imagine this?

Oh, I found him here by accident.

Oh!

Oh, dear.

What are you laughing at?

Rudolph Valentin.

In his wildest dreams.

Julia, Will, excuse me.

I came here tonight to track down a couple
of friends.

And as long as I'm here, I just want to
apologize for being such an ass.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Sorry to interrupt.

You look lovely tonight.

Congratulations, Will.

You're a very lucky man.

You both look very happy together.

I'm

sure each one of you has an important
novel in there somewhere.

I wouldn't be surprised if you told your
own story.

I need to talk to you.

Oh, Stevenson, what's the matter?

Can't find a woman who'll dance with you.

I think I made a mistake not coming in
uniform.

Would you ladies mind if I borrow the
gentleman's for a moment?

Just step into my office for a few
moments.

There's something I want to talk to you
about.

Stevenson, the gentleman and lady of
Hauser & Company are very fond of you.

In fact, we've been mulling over a new
position for you.

I can only wonder.

Something more public, more visible.

You know that integrity is a huge selling
point these days.

Just imagine how many
copies of the fat cell book people

would buy if you could get
them to think it was important.

You know, Mr. Van
Olsberg... Wait, wait, wait!

It's New Year's Eve.

Why don't you call me Charles?

Okay, Charles.

Make that Chuck.

I'm afraid, Chuck, that you and the
gentleman and lady from Hauser & Company

from now on are just going to have to make
do without my services.

Tough negotiator, huh?

What are we talking about here?

Are we talking about more money?

No, I'm not.

Are we talking
about... Stock options.

I'm talking about going out on my own.

I'm not negotiating.

I'm quitting.

You know what you're saying, Steve?

Yes, I do, Chuck.

I certainly do.

I'm saying Happy New Year.

Lily!

Oh, what was that?

Did I hear someone call my name?

Lily, you must do something.

Oh, how strange.

It sounds like my husband, Max,
but oh, that cannot be.

Lily, be serious.

He's going to lose her.

Who?

The girl.

Come with me.

What do you have in mind?

I want you to dance with me.

Madam, would you do the honor and dance
with me?

But, sir, I'd be delighted.

May I say, you look extremely fetching
tonight.

You may.

Thank you.

May I say, you look extremely funny.

Hi.

Are you sure of this in the morning?

Well, I...

I... It's upstairs
on the train floor.

I like it.

Excuse me.

May we cut in?

Hi.

What's the matter, dear?

You look as though you don't know whether
to laugh or cry.

My, you are rather strapping at that,
aren't you?

Oh, what's he doing?

Love dances lost between laughter and
tears.

With a whirl of joy...

And the embrace of melancholy.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Just some, uh, Yates or Keats.

Oh, my dear, are you all right?

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

You.

The gentleman in the smoking jacket.

And the lady in the tiara.

Where's Stevenson?

Stevenson?

Ladies and gentlemen, it is now ten
seconds before midnight.

Let's do it together.

Two, three, six, five.

Come on!

Stevenson?

Ta-da!

It's beautiful.

I don't really know what to say.

Oh, please.

You don't need to...

...say anything.

I should... It's me that
needs to... ...to speak.

Heh.

Unfortunately, I don't know where to
begin.

Take a deep breath.

I've been thinking so much about you.

And about us.

And about all these things that...

If there's one thing that I believe...

...that I believe in this
world... ...it's that we may...

...only have one chance to meet... ...to
find and be... ...with one special person.

And if you're ever lucky enough to...

...find... ...that
person... ...then...

...I believe no matter what... ...you have
to... ...care enough... ...to hold her...

...and keep her...
...and never let her go.

Because you may only get one chance.

Well, I found that person.

I know that... ...more than I've
ever known... ...or felt anything.

I had that chance.

I was...

...careless...

...and foolish.

...and I... ...didn't hold
her... ...and I didn't keep her...

...and now I've let you go.

Stevenson.

Julia...

...I love you.

I can't...

...can't think of anything else to say.

If... ...I can just...
...ask you one thing.

I think I should be on my knees for this...
...and I can't think of a decent segue.

I'll settle for an abrupt change of tone.

Will you marry me?

You shall marry Stevenson.

They really don't write tunes like this
anymore, do they?

I dare say they do not.

Do you remember David Riddle?

No.

No.

He was great.

Oh, yes.

He knew how to throw a party, too.

And Jenny Newell.

Such a voice on earth.

What a talent.

And Billy Warner.

Oh, I had such a crush on him when I was a
kid.

It broke my heart when he married Debbie
Upshaw.

No, you mean, uh...
Ursula Pemberton.

No, I don't.

I don't mean Ursula Pemberton.

Ursula Broadbent.

Ursula Broadbent.

That's so.

Yes, he was a second one.

Where did they all go?

The same place we should be heading to,
my love.

Of course.

You're right.

You always were.

Lily.

I don't know how to say this.

Well, take a deep breath.

And give it a shot.

Lily.

You're a hell of a girl.

And I...

I love you.

I always have.

And I always will.

I want you to know that.

Forever.

Thanks.

I love you, too.

How did we forget?

We just looked the other way.