Mr. Church Page #4

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Wow.

Hi.

There's a reason

for the sunshine sky

And there's a reason

why I'm feeling so high

Must be the season

When that love light shines

More punch?

Still have some.

Right.

So, let that feeling

Grab you deep inside

And send you reeling

Here's the thing.

I can't dance.

Not at all.

That's okay.

We don't have to dance.

Just let your love flow

Like a mountain stream

Hell, it can't be harder

than basketball.

Come on.

The smallest of dreams

And let your love show

And you'll know

what I mean

It's the season

Let your love fly

Like a bird on a wing

And let your love bind you

to all living things

And let your love shine

And you'll know

what I mean

That's the reason

There's a reason

for the warm, sweet nights

And there's a reason...

You're still here.

Oh, ma'am, you shouldn't be up.

I couldn't sleep.

I... I heard the music.

I'm sorry. I should

have turned that down.

No, I... I like it. I...

I was imagining Charlie

dancing in her dress.

Do you dance,

Mr. Church?

There are those who play music

and there are those

who dance to it.

And the rare person

who does both.

Why, I do believe that is the

first time I have heard you

compliment yourself.

Dance with me.

Ma'am?

Come on. Now.

I dare say he speaks the truth.

Oh, oh, oh.

Okay, okay, I got you.

I got you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Thank you.

L got you.

Feel like I'm falling in love

Since I met you

I got to know

what you're doing

Doing to me

with your love

With your love

What you doing,

doing to me with your love

With your love

What you doing,

doing to me with your love

With your love

What you doing, baby

It feels so good,

whatever it is

Knew from the start

It had to be you

Let me get that.

Thanks.

I'll get the gate.

I had a really

great time tonight.

Me too.

Good night, Charlie.

So, tell me.

Was it lame?

No.

It was...

Beautiful.

You should be in bed.

I wanted to wait up for you,

just like every other mother

who waited up

for their daughter tonight.

Did you dance?

All night.

Did he kiss you?

Well, kisses come

in all sorts of ways, baby.

People

act strange around death-

There are those

who talk about everything

but the person who died.

And I told Mr. Rinaldo that two

pounds of meat was plenty,

but he insisted

on giving me three.

And I said,

"That's ridiculous..."

There are those

who only talk about the person who died.

Your mother was always

very nice to me.

I thought she was pretty too.

I always wondered why she didn't

have a boyfriend or something.

There are

those who try to cheer you up.

Your mother's at peace, Charlie.

Out of pain.

You don't want her in pain.

And those

who can't help but make you cry.

You know, I've always wished

I'd had a mom

like yours, Charlie.

Why can't it be

my mom who's dead,

not yours?

And then there

ere those who say nothing at all.

Because they don't have to.

But when everyone was gone,

the people and the noise

and the chatter

and the hospital bed...

it was just Mr. Church and me.

And I liked it.

It was the first and only time

I ever saw Mr. Church cry.

Even his weeping was graceful.

What's going to happen now?

What will you do?

Your job is done.

I haven't even thought about it.

Guess I'll start

thinking about it now.

I have something for you.

Actually, it's from your mother.

I kept a record

of all the money I saved

marketing with those coupons

your mother gave me.

I always did say they add up.

I guess you can call

Boston University

and tell them that Charlotte

Brooks will be attending.

All right.

Okay, I guess you're going to

need a way to get there.

I...

always did hate riding the bus.

Mr. Church didn't have a license.

So, I knew he couldn't teach me

how to drive.

I went to the one person

who I knew could.

Okay.

Just put the key

in the ignition, and...

Uh-huh.

Put your foot

on the clutch there.

And when you give it gas,

you're going to slowly release.

Foot off the brake.

Okay.

And on the accelerator.

Nice and easy.

We're going. We're going.

There you go. Okay.

Whoa, oh, oh!

You have to take your foot

off the brake as well.

Release the clutch slowly.

Are you okay?

Put your foot on the clutch.

I... Whoa, whoa, I'm sorry.

Nice and slow.

Oh! You okay? You okay?

You Okay?

Foot on the clutch.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I swear I'll get it.

It's okay.

Good. Nice.

That's a good speed.

Whoo-hoo!

Picking up speed.

Whoo-hoo!

This is great.

I did it.

Take a ride in the sky

On our ship, fantasize

All your dreams

will come true

Miles away

Our voices will ring

together

Until the twelfth of never

Charlie...

You're going to be

a famous writer.

Yeah.

I'm going to be a famous

fashion designer.

And all the duds in this town,

they're going to say,

"Oh, damn, aren't those the two

charity case girls

from St. Frances?"

Well... Well, I'll be damned.

You're crazy!

I'm not crazy.

What I am is free.

New York, I am

on my way. Clear this.

I'm completely lost.

New York, New York, New York.

Get us the hell out of here.

Bunch of lowlife drunks.

More than ever,

I wanted to know everything

about Mr. Church.

Good night, Charlotte.

Good night, Mr. Church.

I wanted to ask him

about Jelly's Place.

Wanted him to know

he could tell me.

I knew the rumors about Jelly's.

Most of all, I wanted to know

Mr. Church was happy.

With Mama gone

and me leaving for college,

I worried about him.

I thought if I could see his house,

meet someone who loved him

as much as Mama and me,

somehow I would know

he was okay.

Charlie?

What are you doing

walking around alone at night?

You want to jump in?

Listen, have I done

something wrong?

What?

You've hardly spoken

to me lately.

Hell, you won't even look at me.

Why'd you take me to prom?

What are you talking about?

You could have asked

any girl in school.

Popular girls, girls with money.

Why me?

That's a dumb question. I don't

know, because I like you.

Because you're smart.

Or was it because

my mama was dying?

What?

If that's the reason, it's okay.

I... I get it.

Poor Charlie Brooks.

Poor fatherless,

soon to be motherless,

pathetic Charlie Brooks.

Charlie...

I get it.

Charity case.

But let's just be honest

about it.

I mean,

you never even kissed me.

So, if the reason you took me

was out of pity...

I don't pity you.

I'm leaving tomorrow

for school, Charlie.

My folks are driving me

up early.

That's why I came

looking for you.

To say good-bye-

You study hard, Owen.

You do something important

with your life, okay?

Charlie...

Never been to a restaurant

with you before, Mr. Church.

Well, I figured since

it's your last night here,

we should eat out.

Sorry for the wait, folks.

What can I get you?

Oh, um...

Hey, do you have Apple Jacks?

Comes in a box.

Tastes mostly like sugar

and apples, mainly.

Yes, sir.

I'll have that.

Yeah, I'll have the same.

And I suppose this is the

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