Forces of Nature Page #4

Hi.

I wasn't|expecting an answer.

I wasn't expecting to tind|some crazy woman on the roof.

Wanna come up?

No, not really. I think probably that|the top ot the train might be otf-limits.

I know. How many times in your life you|gonna see a view like this? Come on.

Seize the moment,|Benjie. Come on.

I am. I'm eye level|with the sunset here,

so I have a better view|because I'm-

Come up.

Okay, buddy, this time, we're gonna|do it with a little more teeling.

- Okay.|- We're just gonna-

Echo!

I am alive!

Just a little- Open.|Just push out.

Push out. No one can hear you.|Just throw it out there.

I am somebody!

- I think-|- Oh, God.

I think He heard me.|Excuse me. I'm fine.

Let me show you how I do it.|Okay, ready?

All right, here we go.

Oh, God!

Stella!

Well, that was nice.|You know, I mean, as sunsets go.

This is interesting.|I don't remember the rooster car.

- Do you remember seeing roosters?|- No, I'm a vegetarian.

Oh, no, not again.|Didn't you two hear the announcement?

When we stop|outside Youngsville,

no one on the Savannah-bound train is|supposed to board the last three cars.

- We uncouple there, and then we reroute.|- What does that mean?

That means this train's|going to Chicago.

Aah!

I got you. I got you.

You try to seize the moment,|you end up getting yourself killed.

- Will you jump? It's not going that fast.|- It's too tast!

I got you. I got you.|There you go.

There's another one coming tomorrow|afternoon, or there's a bus station in town.

Okay, thanks!

I'm starting to get the teeling that there's|maybe a hint that I'm not getting here.

Just spell it out tor me!

- That pretty much spell it out for ya?|- I'd say it does.

Whoo! Yeah!|Whoo!

Hey! Come on!|What are you doing?

- Oh! Come on!|- Oh!

Whee!

Oh, come on!

Ah! It kills. It kills. Ah!

Ow!

- Not exactly a hub city, I guess.|- No!

But we'll come back|in the morning.

- What do we do tor the next 12 hours?|- Come on.

- I have an instinct about these things.|- No! It's hailing! No!

How are you?

It's so good to see you!

- You gotta see Linda. Remember Linda?|- Hi!

Hey, you guys, look who came.|Bridget's getting married this weekend.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

- Ouch! It kills! It kills!|- Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh! Oh, man!

- It's open 24 hours.|- What are you doing? No, no, hey.

Benjie, they|cannot kick us out.

- Please, get up.|- Oh, God!

I love this place so much.

- Oh! Oh!|- This is dry. It's the best thing I can say.

Oh, my God,|this is heaven.

Baby has an old witch doll|My baby rang his bell

I didn't have the time to tell|my baby fare you well

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Takes him down.

I just wish we'd|stayed in touch.

- I regret not keeping the friendship going.|- We're triends.

Steve, triends.

I regret that too.

How can I just|let you walk away

Let you leave|without a trace

When I stand here|taking every breath

With you|Ooh, ooh

You're the only one who|really knew me at all

So take a look at me now

There's just|an empty space

There's nothing lett here|to remind me

Just the memory|ot your tace

Take a look at me now

- Do you remember that song?|- Yeah.

I thought you would.

All I'm saying is that I don't|understand the idea of living...

with just one person|tor the rest ot my life.

How do you make|a choice like that?

That's like choosing what|you're gonna wear in 25 years.

It things worked that way, everyone|would still be wearing hot pants.

- Ya dig?|- I never wore hot pants, so there goes your whole argument.

Hey, life is supposed|to be a ride, right?

You want to be on your deathbed saying,|"I played by all the rules," or "I lived"?

'Cause I lived. I loved.|I tought. I broke hearts.

I screamed. I bled.

I guess thinking like that can explain|your hostility toward marriage.

I don't have hostility toward marriage.|I just have hostility towards my husband.

You're married?

Yep. Twice, actually.

you saw him. I was|kissing him at the airport.

My husband Carl was a hustler|from the first day I met him.

Who am I to talk?|I was a dog walker.

He convinced me I should invest|in a bagel store down in Savannah,

because he thought they couldn't|make good bagels.

That's why they lost|the Civil War.

Of course, we had|to invest all my money,

because Carl's was tied up|in some phony tax shelter.

- Is that your $25,000 you were talking about?|- Yep.

I am going to sell the place,|get the last in a string of divorces.

Ot course, he doesn't|know about it, or the divorce.

Wow. What a story.

So do you think it's|a terrible thing I'm doing?

You know,|deceiving my husband?

No, I-|It's none of my business.

Well, I do.

Beg you listen me, don't be|kissin' me till I'm done

I'm some champion of reason|like seasoning

Pepper your thoughts with spice|and entice you to a space

Where bass players|or layers are leaps

Think what I think|with my prayers, it's nice

My world is everything|I've become contained

In the hum|between voice and drum

I'm comin' from the same place|I'm still runnin' from

Even sittin' in the garden|I can still get stung

- Hi.|- Hello.

I'm gonna go outside|and take a walk.

Will you watch|my stutt tor me?

- Yeah, sure.|- Okay.

My Jesus

Mr. Spiro, hi.|It's Sarah Lewis.

Yeah, listen, I'm on my way down to sell|the bagel shop. I should be there-

What?

No.

Mr. Spiro, I think|that's a misunderstanding,

'cause the man who called couldn't|possibly have been my husband.

No.

No, Mr. Spiro, actually, my husband|- He's coming with me to sell the property.

- Hi.|- No, no, no, no. I have these. How ya doin'?

- It's okay. I can pay for them.|- It's the least I can do.

- Two tor the 9:
30 to Savannah, please.|- Thank you.

Residents of Savannah,|Georgia, are at risk...

for the hurricane to make landfall|by tomorrow afternoon.

Where's my wallet?

Fun in the sun.

You've already won.|We're taking you to Miami.

Hey, Ben,|you know what this is?

This is one ot those real estate things|where they give you prizes.

You look at one ot their condos. I used|to do phone solicitation for these guys.

I was wonderin' why you hadn't|mentioned phone solicitation.

They'll take you anywhere it they think|there's a chance of you buyin' a condo.

I'm sure you've done this before,|but it's not my speed.

Benjie, make you|a deal, okay?

I will get you on the bus. I'll get you|down to Savannah for your wedding,

if once we're down there just for a couple|ot minutes, you pretend you're my husband.

What do I have to do? Treat you badly|and get you to make bad investments?

No. We have no other option.|What options do we have? Zero. None.

Yet still somehow, they seem|more appealing than this one.

I'm going another way.|Wait, Sarah.

- I don't wanna be your husband.|- Ben. Ben.

- Do you think I like these?|- I don't know. Everybody's ditterent.

No, Ben, this is not tor me.|This is tor a little person.

- I know, your nephew.|- No, not my nephew, my son.

- You have a son?|- Yes, I have a son.

I have a ten-year-old boy who lives|in Savannah with my tirst ex-husband.

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