Breezy Page #7

I just thought it would be nice if I had

dinner ready for you when you came home.

And, gee, that freezer of yours, Frankie.

I've never seen so much food.

Do you have to call me "Frankie"?

It makes me feel like one of those

unwashed idiots you hang out with.

I didn't know. Um...

I'm sorry.

Uh... Anyway, uh, we're having hamburgers,

and I make them a special way.

With raw egg and bread

crumbs and chopped onions.

We're gonna have broccoli...

FRANK:
You should have waited.

I'm going out to dinner.

Got an engagement.

Gee, uh...

It seems a shame to

waste all that food.

Maybe we could save it

for a midnight snack?

Yeah, we could. Except, I don't

know how late I'll be, or...

Even if I'll come back tonight.

Oh.

That kind of engagement.

Well, I've gotta shave.

I'll miss you.

(SIGHING)

Maybe I should stay at Marcy's.

Suit yourself.

Or at Bruno's.

It's your life.

What happened, Frankie?

Nothing happened.

Then why are you throwing us away?

Breezy, there's no "us."

There never could be.

Did you really think we

could happen into something?

(SIGHING)

I thought we already had happened.

All we add up to is a dirty joke.

You're the zing in my life, and I'm the

best score you probably ever made.

That's all.

You don't believe that.

Okay.

I can't cope with it!

Let it go at that. I cannot

cope with any of it.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

I'm, uh...

(SNIFFLING) I'm sorry about the

mess in the kitchen, but...

I don't think I can

stay to clean it up.

The food is good, though,

so you might as well eat it.

You have no reason to go out now.

(DOG WHINING)

(SIGHING) You keep the dog.

(VOICE BREAKING) I couldn't

afford to feed him, anyway.

Will you do me one favor?

Don't teach him to

roll over and play dead.

(WHINING)

(SIGHING)

(THUNDER BOOMING)

(RAIN FALLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

Who's this?

Oh, my God!

What hospital?

Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.

DOCTOR:
Her arm is broken.

She has a slight concussion.

A few cuts and abrasions.

But her injuries are

comparatively minor,

when you consider the incredibility

of her being alive at all.

DOCTOR:

The man was killed instantly.

From what I understand, the

car was totally demolished.

Now, don't be alarmed if

she drifts off on you.

She's heavily sedated.

Thank you.

(SOFTLY) Can't believe it.

Can you?

Can't believe it.

I'm sorry, Bet.

So very sorry.

It happened so fast.

(WHISPERING)

Just riding along, singing.

Laughing.

Couple of nu... Nutty kids.

All we could think

about was going home.

Spending our first

night in our new home.

I don't even

remember what happened.

A tire blew.

And then we skidded.

And hit something.

Frank?

Yes.

Been lying here, just thinking.

Trying to make some

sense out of all this.

All we really had was one week.

But what a beautiful week.

I've never been so loved.

I was his first

thought every morning,

and his last thought every night.

What chance did I

have not to love him?

And I told him so.

I told him I loved him.

And that's all that really counts.

Nothing else matters.

That's all.

That's all there really is.

Nothing else makes any sense.

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

(DOG BARKING)

(BEEPING HORN)

(DOG BARKING)

Marcy?

(SITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

Are you Marcy?

Breezy's friend?

I'm not her friend.

She told me you were.

I... I hocked her guitar.

Is that why you're crying?

I'm crying because she forgave me.

Where is she?

They went to Plummer Park.

I didn't go. Davey said

I should wait here,

and Davey gets pissed off if I'm

not where I'm supposed to be.

Hey.

Are you the Indian?

Name doesn't suit you at all.

What's that?

"Black Cloud."

Thank you.

Welcome.

(LOVE-A-LOT WHINING)

(WHINING CONTINUES)

Hello!

(WHINING)

Hello, my love.

Hello, my life.

I don't know. If we're

lucky, we might last a year.

A year?

Just... Just think of it, Frank...

(LAUGHING) A whole year!

WOMAN:
(SINGING)

Maybe we'll make each other laugh

And maybe we will cry

And maybe we'll be

Each other's friend

Before we say

Good-bye

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes