A Life Less Ordinary Page #7

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Little things

I should have said

And done

I just never took the time

You were always on my mind

BACKUP SINGERS:

You were always on my mind

ELVIS PRESLEY:

You were always on my mind

O'REILLY:
I wish

you had let me read that poem.

JACKSON:
A poem...

is a very personal document.

O'REILLY:

I hope it was a good one.

That's all I'm saying.

Because if she don't like it,

she won't come.

And if she don't come,

we're stuck.

JACKSON:
It's her.

- I got your poem.

- Sorry?

CELINE:
Your poem...

the one you wrote me.

ROBERT:
Poem?

"Oh, desert me,

wretched loneliness...

"and bring me back my love...

"for she and I have parted...

"and the sky is up above."

JACKSON:
It worked.

She loves it.

[Glass topples in bar]

CELINE:
" Your limbs

so svelte and slender..."

"Your touch...

"so soft and tender."

"But the bits

that I like best...

"are the bits that..."

I'm not going to read that line.

O'REILLY:
Jackson, Jackson,

what the hell did you write?

JACKSON:
It was a...

O'REILLY:
Yeah?

JACKSON:

A simple poetic reference...

uh, to...

ROBERT:
Celine.

CELINE:
Please.

Last verse.

"Just as the flowers blossom...

"in the gaze

of the shining sun..."

"I would be most honored..."

"if you would bear my son."

[O'Reilly sobs]

Robert, no one has ever

written me a poem before.

All those guys I dated,

they didn't care about me.

They just wanted to own this.

JACKSON:
Huh?

CELINE:
I would never open

my heart to any of those guys.

And before I met you...

I never believed

that there was any alternative.

JACKSON:
Oh!

I knew it!

But when you

stopped that bullet...

JACKSON:
Ha ha ha ha!

and got the wrong idea

about Elliot...

JACKSON:
I knew it!

I should've understood.

- Celine...

- No. Let me finish.

This is difficult for me

to say...

but I feel I can trust you.

ROBERT:
I didn't write the poem.

What?

I didn't write it.

I've never written a poem

in my life.

JACKSON:
How can anybody

be that honest?

O'REILLY:
It's his handwriting.

Tell him it's his handwriting.

But it's your handwriting.

It... it has this address.

It even has some sort of cheap

aftershave on the paper.

I didn't write the poem, OK?

Oh, my God.

ROBERT:
Celine, no need to...

O'REILLY:
Human f***ing beings.

What do you have to do?

JACKSON:

We did everything for them!

Brought them together.

Put them in jeopardy.

We damn near killed them both!

We gave them every opportunity.

All they had to do

was fall in love...

and we could've gone home.

[Sobbing]

O'REILLY:

Maybe we failed, Jackson...

but we don't have to live

like this.

[Mutters]

Is she gone?

Yeah.

Nice-looking woman.

She isn't my type.

What are you talking about?

Look at yourself.

You're nobody.

You're nothing.

You're wanted in connection

with a violent crime.

You're cleaning the floor

of a diner.

She is an intelligent,

passionate...

beautiful rich woman.

[Beyond the Sea playing]

The issue of whether or not

she's your type...

is not one

that you are likely...

to have to resolve

in this world.

BOBBY DARIN SINGING:

She's there watching for me

Or indeed the next, since she

will be going to some heaven...

for glamorous p*ssy...

and you will be cleaning

the floor of a diner...

in hell.

I guess so.

So why are you even

thinking about it?

I don't know.

Stupid...

[Starter whines]

Come on.

Finish the floor.

[Starter whines]

CELINE:
What the f***?

Aah!

JACKSON:
Shut up!

Where's my beautiful poem?

O'REILLY:

Your father's not home yet.

I don't expect he'll pay

our ransom straight off.

Not till we send a few fingers

through the mail.

JACKSON:
Ooh.

Sixteen.

I'm gonna stick right there.

Say, how about you?

You want a hit?

No.

CELINE:
[Muffled]

Mmm, stay.

- Uh-huh?

- No.

- Hit?

- No!

JACKSON:
Now, Miss Naville...

you've got a five-card trick,

Miss Naville.

you've got a five-card trick,

Miss Naville.

You can stick right there...

and you got

four thousand dollars.

CELINE:
Mm-hmm.

JACKSON:

But you want another hit? OK.

CELINE:
[Muffled] No, no!

[Knock on door]

- What is that?

- Answer it, Jackson.

I can't do that.

I'm playing blackjack.

She might cheat

while I'm out of the room.

O'REILLY:
All right.

I'll answer the door.

You play blackjack

with the hostage.

JACKSON:
You sure you want

to increase your bet...

before you take another hit?

CELINE:
[Muffled] No!

No!

OK.

[Muffled] No!

And...

CELINE:
[Muffled] No!

Aah!

[Laughing]

JACKSON:
Well...

There.

It's just as well

we're not playing for real.

ROBERT:
Come on!

All right, now cut her free.

JACKSON:
Aah!

What the hell did you do to her?

ROBERT:

I punched her in the face.

JACKSON:
Oh! Ow!

Oh, you punched her in the face.

She's half your size,

and you punch her?

- She had a gun!

- Oh, she had a gun?

JACKSON:
So that makes

everything all right, does it?

I'm not saying

it makes everything all right.

I'm just trying to explain

that for all I knew...

she could have been

a karate expert or something.

JACKSON:
With a broken arm?

With a broken arm?!

OK. I'm sorry.

Now just cut her free!

You son of a b*tch!

- Celine?

- What do you want?

I'm just trying to explain.

JACKSON:
Aah!

CELINE:

Despite your crummy poem...

I came to visit

and all you could do...

was humiliate me

and turn me away.

I thought you were decent.

I thought you were different,

but you're not.

You're just a lying, cheating

son of a b*tch...

just like all the rest!

ROBERT:
Celine,

I never meant to hurt you!

I don't know

who wrote that poem...

but I'll tell you,

those are my feelings.

Oh, sure.

JACKSON:
Not so easy now, huh?

ROBERT:
Celine, Celine!

When you left the diner

last night...

I realized

I'd turned away the woman...

whom I'd spent the happiest...

most exciting times

of my life with...

who I care for

more than anyone on the earth!

Listen, listen!

Do you remember

that dream I had?

I dreamed that my life

was in danger...

that my heart stopped.

But you saved my life...

when you pierced my heart

with an arrow of your love.

And that's the truth.

Celine, what I'm saying

is that I love you.

JACKSON:
What? What did you say?

ROBERT:
What I was trying to say

was that I...

[Gun c*cks]

O'REILLY:
Oh, sh*t.

What?

Who is that?

MAYHEW:

Don't worry, Miss Celine.

Everything's going to be

just fine.

CELINE:
Aah!

Well, we're not just gonna

leave them here, are we?

No, sir.

[Overlapping conversations]

[Telephones ringing]

[Knock on door]

Come in.

DUSTED SINGING:

Yes, there is a

Deeper river

That will bring you

Home again

Oh, there is a

Deeper river

Flowing under

I don't think

they're coming back.

Isn't there anything you can do?

I don't have the authority

to intervene.

DUSTED:

Deeper river

I don't have the authority

to intervene!

DUSTED:

That will bring you

Home again

CELINE:

Let me out of this trunk now!

Robert, he's gonna kill you!

Just run.

He doesn't want the money, OK?

He's gonna kill you!

[Pounding on trunk]

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