Every Time We Say Goodbye Page #2

It's just that you have

the most extraordinary eyes.

Like to dance, little lady?

If you've no objections, mate.

It's up to the young lady.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize he was that drunk.

If you knew he'd been drinking,

why didn't you say anything?

Well, he's probably just on a short leave,

and he's in a tank division now.

And anybody facing going back

inside one of those little metal ovens...

probably has a right

to have a couple of drinks...

and a dance with a pretty girl.

You think I should let a drunken soldier

maul me to show I'm grateful?

No, I'm not implying that.

Look, I would've asked you myself,

except I can't...

because of my leg.

I'm sorry if it was unpleasant for you.

It doesn't matter.

I must be getting home.

Would you explain to them?

Sarah, don't go away mad.

In fact, don't go away at all.

Please, sit. Come on.

I must. Really.

Where are you off to, love? Just one kiss.

- Leave me alone!

- One little kiss.

- Hey, hey, leave her alone!

- Leave me alone.

- Leave me alone, leave me alone.

- One little kiss.

My God. You killed him.

No, I'm afraid not.

Nessim.

- You know this man?

- No, I just happened along.

- How did you happen to be here?

- You know, I just...

- You followed me, didn't you?

- No, no.

- You were spying on me.

- No, no.

- How dare you? How could you?

- Sarah, please, listen to me.

No, I don't want to hear it.

And I don't want to see you again.

- Not as long as I live.

- Why? Sarah, please, why?

I apologize for Sarah.

- I'm sure she meant to thank you.

- It's all right.

You must let me buy you a drink

to show our appreciation.

- No, no, it's okay.

- Yes, yes, yes. I must.

- It's fine.

- And I must buy you another walking stick.

It's not important, really.

Sarah came in here with another girl.

Are you serious about this drink?

- Yes, yes, I know just the place. Come.

- Good.

- Thank you very much.

- It's all right, it's all right.

You know how many times I tried to enlist?

Every time they tell me I'm underweight.

- It's not for lack of appetite.

- Oh, no, I eat all the time.

I am a bottomless pit.

Where does it all go, you wonder, huh?

Doctor says I burn it all up.

Maybe I worry too much.

Tell me, David.

May I call you David, Lieutenant?

- Yes, yes. Sure.

- Good. Then you must call me Nessim.

- Nessim.

- Nessim. Nessim.

David, what shall I do?

If I don't see my cousin,

it's like not seeing the sun.

- Your cousin?

- Sarah.

The girl you saved from the Australian.

She's my cousin.

I've known her practically all my life.

At least all her life.

She is only 18, and I'm 28.

David, I loved her the first time I saw her.

She was only one day old.

I'm the right man for her, David.

No one can love her more than I do.

You don't think I'm too old for her?

- Sarah, what does she think?

- I wish I knew.

Everybody thinks she'll be my wife.

I thought so, too.

Now I don't know.

She was so angry.

You think she meant that?

About never seeing me again?

If she does, I'll die.

Well, before you die,

I'm sure that she will forgive you.

Oh, no, no, no. She can be very stubborn.

And very fierce.

Well, you are right.

Where there is life, there is hope.

- Tell you what, David, are you Jewish?

- No.

It's not so unlikely. The name, David.

And I know there are many Jews in America.

Yeah, but not in Missoula, Montana,

there aren't.

The reason I was laughing is because

my father is a Christian minister.

Well, it doesn't matter.

You can still come for the Sabbath dinner.

- That's very nice of you, but I don't think so.

- No, no, no, no. You must come.

You must give Sarah a chance

to thank you properly.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

Then let's just say

that one of these Sabbaths...

Friday. Sabbath dinner is every Friday.

Friday.

You sure you've had enough, David?

Oh, good heavens, yes. It was all wonderful.

Mama, the officer complimented you.

Thank you very much. I pleased you like it.

When is the Sabbath dinner

not delicious?

No, no, "liked" isn't the word.

I usually don't make such a pig of myself.

What is he saying?

He's ashamed because he ate so much.

To his good health.

One never eats too much

on a Sabbath.

Tell him it pleases the Lord.

Hear that? No need to be ashamed.

The Lord is pleased.

Tell me, do you think Rommel will get here?

Only if we let him.

Well, he can come for all I care.

We are ready for him.

- Right, we will show Hitler a trick or two.

- Yeah.

But the British won't,

I mean, they will not let Rommel through.

- There is no reason to worry?

- Elie's a tough guy.

As soon as he smells danger...

he takes his courage in both feet

and runs for dear life.

I can feel a draft.

You are the only one.

Every single door and window is shut.

- The heat is killing all of us.

- Albert is a boxer.

We are very proud of him.

He is fighting the "Ogre of Aleppo"

next week at the Y.M.C.A.

- You must come.

- Tell me, how is Mr. Winston Churchill?

The lieutenant is an American, Papa.

What does that matter? I mean,

he wears a British uniform, doesn't he?

- You have something against the British?

- No, no, no. On the contrary.

- We love everything British, yeah?

- Absolutely. English breakfasts.

Crosse and Blackwell marmalade.

Huntley and Palmer biscuits.

- The King, the Queen.

- Fish and chips.

It's a long way to Tipperary

Soccer.

- Craven "A" cigarettes.

- Habeas corpus.

But we don't like British rule.

And one day we will throw

all British troops out of Palestine.

Are you from anywhere

near Chicago, perhaps?

Not really. I grew up in Montana.

Is that near Seattle, perhaps?

It's nearer than Chicago, yes.

Oh, then we have relatives you must know.

The Peres Shoe Store.

- It's run by two brothers, my cousins.

- Well, it's a fairly big country.

Peres Shoes are well known, I believe.

A very large store.

- And we have other cousins, too.

- Peres, yes, I think I've heard of them.

His father is a priest, right?

How can a priest have a son?

Papa, I love you.

He's a Protestant.

Their priests are allowed

to have wives.

How many?

Papa was asking about your father.

Will he be a priest too?

Papa, all these questions.

David doesn't mind.

Do you?

Uncle Raphael wants to know

if you'll be a priest like your father.

- No.

- No.

Grandma Rosa

knows everything about you now.

Oh, really? Can she tell my future?

He wants his fortune told.

He needn't worry.

Nothing bad will happen to him.

He is a good man.

She says you'll live to be a 120,

you'll be rich and famous...

and the most beautiful girls

will be at your feet.

- Nessim.

- What?

What did she really say?

That you are a good man.

And nothing bad will happen to you.

I want to thank you.

What for?

Oh, for breaking my stick

over the head of a drunken Australian.

That also.

For not telling Nessim how we met,

or about Victoria.

Is it like this every Friday? All these people?

And on high holidays, even more.

The grandparents from the other side and...

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