Every Time We Say Goodbye Page #3

The aunts and the uncles,

and the nieces and the nephews...

and the brothers and the sisters.

We are really a tribe.

What's it like being part of a tribe?

It has good points and bad points,

like everything else.

- Did you like them?

- Yeah. Well, they're a little...

overwhelming at first, but...

At the caf, when you left...

I was following you because I wanted

to ask you if you'd be interested...

in going out with me sometime.

If the Aussie hadn't gotten in the way,

what would you have said?

No.

- What if I asked you right now?

- Still, no.

Well, why not?

The rumor has it, I'm a very good man

with a very promising future.

Is it Nessim?

I know that he assumes that one of these

days you and he are going to...

What Nessim assumes

has nothing to do with me.

Okay.

Am I supposed to ask your parents

their permission first, is that it?

No, don't.

Oh, there you are.

You're keeping our guest of honor

for yourself, Sarah?

No, I'm not.

She forgave me, just as I said she would.

Lovely night, isn't it?

- Lieutenant.

- Hello.

I hope I'm not intruding.

I brought these

as a token of my appreciation...

for the dinner last Friday night.

Thank you very much.

He thinks we need charity?

Bring us some coffee.

And these are for your grandmother.

Could you also explain to your mother...

that I am here to ask her permission

to take Sarah out sometime.

Sarah can do as she wishes.

Then would you like to go out

one day this week?

No, Sarah is busy this week.

- Perhaps next week, then?

- I am busy next week, also.

- I seem to have made a mistake.

- I think so.

Kindly thank your mother once again

for her hospitality. Goodbye.

That boy is in love with you.

That's ridiculous.

For once, listen to your mother.

I forbid you to see him again.

I never intended to see him again.

But don't give me orders!

Who wants coffee?

...take thee, Peter Ross...

- To be my lawful wedded husband.

...to be my lawful wedded husband.

By virtue of the powers vested in me

under The Foreign Marriage Act...

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Thank you.

- You may kiss the bride.

- Thank you.

Yes. You are married. Congratulations.

- Well, how's it feel?

- It feels great.

Okay, now, make a wish.

Okay, now, who would like a bit of cake?

Here, here, here. Wonderful. Wonderful!

None for me.

Thank you for coming.

A wedding with no parents. It seems odd.

Maybe it's better like this.

Nobody's losing a daughter

or gaining a son.

You think Victoria's not losing anything?

You're supposed to get drunk at a wedding.

It's not like you to drink like that.

- How do you know?

- I know.

Look, I wouldn't mind getting out of here

and you're uncomfortable as all get-out.

Would you like to take a walk?

Yes.

That over there is King David's tomb...

so they say.

- Would you like to see it?

- Do I have to?

- No.

- Good.

What did your family think

about you joining the RAF?

Well, my mother died long before that.

My brother and sister

didn't have an opinion.

My father was disappointed. He's a pacifist.

I was bound to disappoint my father.

Joining up just got it over with

nice and quick.

- This is very beautiful.

- Yes, it is.

When you told me

that you were too busy to see me...

was that because of your mother,

or were you speaking for yourself?

For myself.

Then why the hell didn't you just say so

that night after dinner...

that you weren't interested?

I did.

No, you implied that it was

because of your family.

And that's why I made

such a jackass out of myself...

- coming to ask their permission.

- I told you not to.

All you had to say was that you, Sarah,

didn't want to see me again.

So, why did you come

to the wedding today?

For Victoria.

You think I came because of you?

- You are very conceited, aren't you?

- No. No, I'm not.

Look, you think I don't feel it?

I was hoping like crazy

you were going to come today.

But I was half hoping that you wouldn't...

'cause I knew that if I saw you again

I would want to go on seeing you.

Again and again. And again and again.

It's not possible. And you know it's not.

Okay, I can think of some reasons

for myself. But I'd like to hear yours.

You are in Jerusalem for how long?

Not very long, I think.

Why should I want to get involved with you?

And there's your family.

Why would I want to get involved

in anything so complicated?

Well, there you are.

I guess we should

just stay out of each other's way.

I think so.

Well, come on.

I'll take you home in a cab.

No. It's not a good idea.

Then I guess this is goodbye.

Goodbye, Sarah.

Goodbye.

- What is it, Sarah? What's bothering you?

- Nothing.

You can't fool me.

Everyone else, yes, but not me.

Something is making you depressed.

You know I love you.

What's funny?

You are. I know you love me.

You tell me every day.

And you have no feelings for me?

I love you. Like a brother.

That will change once we are married.

What if I met someone else?

Someone that I don't love like a brother?

- What if I have already?

- You can't have.

You would have told me.

Who else can you talk to about such things?

Oh, Nessim, you are such a foolish man.

The first night was fine. Lovely, in fact.

It all started the next morning.

A few tears at first,

and then a never-ending flood.

It took me hours to get it out of her.

- Get what?

- Her family.

She can't bear the thought

of never seeing them again.

Well, that's funny. I didn't think Victoria

gave two hoots about her family.

Yeah, she was pretty casual about it,

wasn't she?

Damn her all to hell!

Now, come on, Peter,

Victoria is crazy about you!

Well, be that as it may. Right now,

she seems to regard our marriage...

as a mild form of eternal damnation.

Christ, I'd be willing to let her off the hook.

Maybe look into an annulment.

But the real hell of it is,

it wouldn't do any damn good...

because her family

would still regard her as a pariah.

- That's some family.

- Well, mine's just the same, David.

They're as suspicious of Jews

as hers are of Gentiles.

That's why making it legal was so important.

If I bought it, well,

they'd be honor bound to accept my widow.

Raised eyebrows or not.

It's ironic, isn't it?

- Bloody hell.

- Yeah, isn't it, just?

Well, come on.

No more sulking.

It's time for some constructive activities.

I don't need a bloody glove

to catch a ball, David.

You will for this one.

Oh, God! What's in that thing?

- Catch.

- No, come on, overhand, like this!

All right. Get ready.

- What the hell is that, David?

- That is the wind-up.

Pure poetry is what it is.

Don't worry, Sarah.

He'll kill him yet. Just wait and see.

- Where are you going?

- Home.

Wait, wait, wait!

Get up! Get up and fight! Come on!

Don't look at me like that.

It makes me feel drunk.

I feel I could look at you forever.

- Don't tell me you have to get home.

- But I do.

Sarah, every time we meet,

it's just to say goodbye.

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