Green Card Page #8

and nothing but the truth?

- I do.

- I do.

Your name is

Bront Mitchell Faur?

Her father is a writer.

- His name?

- Sydney. Sydney Parrish.

He didn't

have a formal education.

He ran away from home

when he was 12.

Plants. She loves all flowers

and weeds. That's her research.

He knows I love salads.

He likes all fatty foods,

you know, being French.

She likes to eat such a thing

as birdseed.

- Birdseed?

- Yes.

Muesli and decaf.

Horrible coffee!

He hums all the time.

- Hums?

- He's composing.

He hasn't written

in a long time.

He says he's not sensitive,

but that's not true.

He's a very sensitive man.

He makes me laugh.

She's very kind to people.

Me, I don't think that way.

I don't trust people.

He's had a hard life.

In a way, he hasn't learned to give,

but he's got so much to give.

She has peace.

I don't have peace.

He has passion. He eats life.

I'm sure that just about does it.

Just a few more details.

- Five, uh, feet eight.

- Five eleven.

- Hundred and twenty-five.

- He won't tell me how much he weighs.

- She sleeps

on the right side of the bed.

- He's on the left.

- Her toothbrush? Green.

- Mine's green.

Her face cream?

Monticello.

Monaco. No.

Monte Carlo.

That's the only answer

I keep forgetting.

You remember all

the other answers?

Is not her fault.

So, please, don't touch her.

- I was good, I think.

- Me too.

I think you're

gonna get what you want.

- Your green card.

- Oh, yes.

I'll see you again? I mean,

I have to get my things.

- Well, I can leave them with Oscar.

- Oscar? Uh, good idea.

Yes, right.

You're right. Oscar. Yeah.

As soon as we hear something,

we can start...

you know, the divorce.

Oh. As soon as possible.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Good luck with your music.

I hope you

get your big trees, huh?

- Goodbye, Georges.

- Goodbye, Bront.

Oh! The ring.

No, thank you.

- I...

- Good morning, Mrs Faur.

Mr Faur just stopped by.

He... He said to give you this.

I-I guess

his-his flight was delayed.

Yes. Well, thank you, Oscar.

"Africa, Tuesday.

"Chrie...

"the elephants

have been restless again.

"So restless,

I just can't sleep.

"I would love

to say a last goodbye...

before this next safari."

Oh!

- It's okay.

- What?

Monticello.

I think I tried too hard. I blew it.

Oh. Why didn't you tell me?

It's all right.

We made a deal.

If I leave quickly...

then you keep

your beautiful greenhouse.

I don't care

about the greenhouse.

It's time to go, Mr Faur.

No, no!

- I write.

- Let's go!

- I write every day.

- Now, Mr Faur.

And the letters will

always say the same thing:

"When are you coming, chrie?"

Last night

- I had a dream

- Ooh

- About a home

- No!

- No!

- That was so bright

I don't know why

it has to be a dream

Oh, chrie.

- Why can't I, when will I

Lord help me

- Do you still have them?

- Oh. Oh, yeah.

- Help me find a home

Keep your eyes

On the prize

- Oh.

- Don't be dismayed

Don't be dismayed

- I do.

- Deep in your heart

You must believe

Everything is gonna

be all right

- So do I.

- Everything is gonna

Be all right

Everything is gonna

be all right

Someday

Sometimes hot

And sometimes cold

Sometimes I'm in

Sometimes I'm out

No, I haven't

had much to eat

Lord knows

I haven't had much sleep

you know

Keep your eyes on the prize

Don't be dismayed

Don't be dismayed

Deep in your heart

You must believe

Everything is

gonna be all right

Everything is

gonna be all right

Everything is

gonna be all right

Someday

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