Miracle in the Rain Page #8

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You don't come in to see us

with your young man.

What's the matter? This place

don't be good enough for French dukes?

Nice table for two.

- Lf you please, nice booth.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- I think we'll have...

- Excuse me.

Marcel. The waiter will take your order.

- Yes, sir, you wish to order?

- Yes, two old-fashioneds...

- Two old...

...with bourbon.

Two bourbon old-fashioneds.

Oh, glad to see you again.

One a little sweet.

Well, everybody seems to know you.

A real girl around town, eh?

Ruth, I want you to know

that I understand how you feel.

I'm not entirely insensitive to other people,

even though I am married.

I was young once too.

I had all kinds of ideas.

I don't wanna say anything

that might impress you the wrong way.

But sometimes it's better

if people don't get what they want.

- It's just a thought.

- Two bourbon old-fashioneds.

Remember I told you about my son?

He's all right. I heard from him.

- He's having a time for himself in London.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Yes, sir, he's all right.

No kidding, I always thought

Miss Kranz was our caf society lady.

Well, there's your drink.

Here's to something nice for you.

And for me too. People are entitled.

- Hello, Andy.

- Hi. How's things?

- Oh, what thing?

- You're early.

Didn't have any other

social engagements.

A brand-new song

that I think is going places.

Words and music composed by an old buddy

of mine, now in the service of Uncle Sam.

Sergeant Dixie Dooley,

stationed at Camp Shanks, New York.

"I'll Always Believe in You"...

...by Dixie Dooley.

Oh, come on, Ruth,

it'll be good for your cold. Take my word.

Hey, Andy, it's unbelievable. My tune.

That's the last tune I wrote

before I ran off with valerie.

She must have given it to Dixie Dooley.

No, she couldn't have done that.

I didn't have the tune with us.

- I'm gonna call up and ask.

- Ask who?

My wife.

Go on, talk if you want to.

Get it off your chest, you'll feel better.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, you poor kid.

All of a sudden, there's nothing.

I didn't mean anything.

Ruth, I have the greatest of respect

for you.

I'd like you to come to the house

some night for dinner...

...and meet Mrs. Jalonik.

Thank you very much.

- Will you excuse me, please?

- Of course.

Waiter.

- Another shot.

- What she have to say?

I don't know.

I heard her voice, I couldn't talk.

I hang up.

I was gonna be a big composer.

Valerie, she was gonna inspire me.

So after a couple of weeks, she ducked

out on me without even saying goodbye.

She got nervous

when it turned out I wasn't a genius.

Never saw her again.

A little inspiration, Andy.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Can I buy some candles for him?

- How much is it?

- Oh, there's no charge to you.

Do people talk to statues?

Yes. Sometimes helps them.

How can a statue help anybody?

Oh, I'm sorry I said that. Excuse me.

It's just that I think about him all day,

standing there in the dark.

He died in a battle in the war.

And last thing he said to me

was that he'd love me forever.

And I wanna die.

I don't wanna live without him.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Because you let him die.

You didn't help him.

How can there be a God

if things like this happen?

People getting killed and...

My father ran away

when I was a little girl.

And my mother got sick.

She's sick all of the time

and I try to take care of her.

I was always afraid to meet anybody.

But...

...when Art found me...

...I was on my way home from work.

It was raining.

And it was different

when he talked to me.

I was happy.

I never had happiness before.

Why did he have to die?

All the things he was gonna do,

they'll never be done now.

I don't know why I'm telling you...

...because... you're not listening.

Nobody's listening.

I want him back.

I want Art back, please.

Do you think he heard me?

Prayers are always heard.

L... I hope you don't mind my coming

to your church. I know I don't belong here.

I don't think St. Andrew

will ask to see your credentials.

Thank you for inviting me.

- I'll be glad to come back.

- Any hour, any day.

And stay as long as you like.

And I said to the librarian:

"There must be just one book

in your library about St. Andrew.

Because he's a very important saint."

And she said, "No, absolutely not,

nobody had ever written a book about him."

I feel like I've discovered a saint

all by myself.

I feel he's just as much mine almost.

I think of him very often,

even during office hours.

Ruth, your cold isn't getting any better.

Really, Ruth,

I'd stay home till I felt all well.

Oh, I can't afford to be sick.

Who would light the candles for him?

He'd go back in the dark again.

I'd be very glad

to take care of him for you.

How do you feel today, Miss Wood?

Much better, thank you.

I'm sorry to contradict her, Father,

but her cold is much worse.

- You must go home now.

- Yes, I'll take her home.

We'll take care of St. Andrew if you have

to stay in bed. We'll keep him lighted up.

You better call the doctor

when you get her home. She has a fever.

I'm so sorry to be so much trouble.

But I'll be back.

- How is she? Still with the fever?

- Oh, just the same.

You got to get sleep.

You can't sit up day and night.

I don't feel sleepy. Here, pour this.

Ruthie.

Ruthie, dear.

Medicine.

I have to go to the church.

I'll be back soon.

He's in the dark.

I have to take care of him.

What's she talking about?

Who is in the dark?

I don't know.

Here, dear. Now, take this.

She don't look no better.

Go on, lay down on the couch,

I'll care.

- Well, she needs me.

- You don't have to worry.

I know how to care of sick people.

When I had the arthritis something terrible,

I took care for my husband for a whole year.

I was twice as sick as him until he died.

I'll call you if I need you.

I want to sit with her. She needs me.

Why, Mrs. Hamer,

when she fell asleep, she held my hand.

Terrible thing, sickness.

Terrible thing.

Call me if you want a rest.

Hello, Agnes.

May I come in?

Harry.

Sorry to track up your carpet.

You're looking very well,

I'm glad to see.

I know this is an intrusion.

I was going to write

and ask for an appointment...

...but I don't know what it is,

I just found myself coming here.

I couldn't get any taxi in this rain,

so I just walked.

I just had an impulse.

Well, Agnes, it's about that song

that Walt Canton's orchestra introduced:

"I'll Always Believe In You."

You know,

the one written by Dixie Dooley.

Words and music.

Now, that's what I wanted

to talk to you about...

...if you don't mind.

I got no right to talk to you

about anything.

No right whatsoever.

Except to say this:

A thousand times I was coming over.

And I was sick for a couple of years.

After that, I lost my nerve.

I'm... I'm sorry I mentioned that song.

Oh, Agnes.

If there's anything I can do

to make things...

Anything.

I'm really sorry for what happened.

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