My Sassy Girl Page #6

- Every second

I was with him,

I was wishing it was you,

and that's why

I called you tonight.

I couldn't take it anymore.

- That's him!

- Charlie, I need you.

Please, come to the

station master's office, OK?

She's this rat-faced

woman, all right?

But she'll let you in.

OK? She's on the second floor.

Charlie, please, just come

to the station master's office.

I'm sorry.

Just don't...

Don't leave me.

Charlie!

- Charlie!

Praise Jesus!

All right?

You can go now.

Wait! Who said

you could hug me?

- Nobody!

- I like the way

you handle me. Come on!

- That night, all she wanted

to do was dance.

# You and I #

# Alone in the night #

# Dancing to the rhythm #

# Of a love shining so bright #

# I can't take my eyes off you #

# Tell me darling

if it's true #

# The skies smile

from high above #

# I'm in love #

# Takin' a chance #

# That this

restless summer night #

# Gave us a fine romance #

- Whoa!

# When you're near me #

# I fall like

an evanescent star #

# Smiling from high above #

# I'm in love #

- But unfortunately she

drank too much and passed out.

# I'm in love #

# I'm in love #

Sir...

Would you mind, uh, taking

the long way through the park?

- Hey, Charlie!

How's it goin'?

- Good, Jimmy!

Thank you.

- OK. Oh!

Oh, here we go.

- She's-- she's--

- OK!

- OK.

- Hello, Miss Roark.

How you doin'?

- Good.

- Thank you.

- Yep! See you

next Thursday!

- Hello.

- Are you thinking about me?

- Yeah, um,

are you feeling beter?

- Yes.

- What are you

laughing at?

- Write me a letter telling

me how you feel about me.

In truthful prose that is

deeply moving and not baroque.

Don't overwrite.

I cannot bear that.

- OK.

- I'm gonna write

a letter to you

telling you how

I feel about you.

- Are you?

- Mm-hmm. And believe me,

my letter is going to be

extremely well-written.

- I'm sure.

- So work hard on your letter.

Otherwise you're gonna be

embarrassed by the comparison.

- I will!

- Bring it to Central Park.

I'll meet you at the

promenade at 2:
00 o'clock.

- OK.

- Write well.

- Yeah, um, you too.

- Oh, I will.

- What?

Do you suppose

someone could be heard

from all the way

at the other end?

- Yeah!

Well, no.

May--

Maybe. Maybe.

It's very far.

I think-- I think if you had one

person who was extremely loud

and the other person

had good hearing.

- Go over there.

I'll scream something from

here and answer if you hear me.

- You want me to go

all the way down there?

Just so you can...

- Yeah.

- All the way down

to the end?

- Yes.

Charlie!

Can you hear me?

Charlie, can you hear me?

I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry, I--

I can't help it.

I--

I can't help it!

I thought I was different!

I thought I was stronger,

but I'm not.

- Why do we have

a cocktail shaker?

Were you crying before?

- It's a time capsule.

Give me your letter.

- Why?

- We're gonna put 'em

in here and bury them,

and exactly a year from now,

we're gonna come back

and we're gonna dig it up,

read the letters, and maybe

then we'll have the answer.

- What's the question?

- The question is,

are we going to be together?

- Well, I'm glad

that's the question.

Why do we have to wait

a year to find out?

- I explain it in my letter.

- Which I have to wait a year

to read.

A year is a long time.

A lot can happen.

- Yeah.

We'll meet back here,

under the tree,

exactly a year from now.

At 2:
00 O'clock, OK?

# I put a record on #

- Good?

- Yeah.

# Put it on and sing along

with you #

# Sing along with you #

Come on.

# And that's OK by me #

# That's OK #

You take the first one.

# Because in a way I'm free... #

- We could ride together.

- No, I'll take the next one.

If I don't say goodbye to you

now, I won't be able to.

- Then don't.

- I have to.

- Why?

- It's in the letter.

# I will try #

- Right.

# And dry my eyes #

# And I'm OK

if we're drinkin' #

# Grab a beer

and disappear with me #

# Disappear with me #

# And I put a record on #

# I put it on

and get it one with you #

# Get it on with you #

- Jordan?

- Charlie!

# This time #

Charlie?

# You'll find #

Where are you?

Charlie!

# Some other

gonna mess your mind #

# It's too late or too soon #

# Some other gonna come #

# Come too soon #

# Put it on #

# I will try and dry my eyes #

# Put it on #

- I knew what she'd be thinking.

We were meant to be separated.

So that's how we broke up.

Among my goals

for the next year,

were to improve myself for

when we got back together.

It wasn't gonna be easy.

I had what you call

"poor hand-eye coordination",

and no natural buoyancy.

Oh!

But what I lacked in ability,

I made up for in determination.

Within 6 months,

I was beating Mr. Snapperstein.

- Oy!

- I could swim the crawl.

And, my kendo instructor

stopped calling me

"He Who Dies Repeatedly".

I filed a Hail Mary application

with the Tiller King people.

But I didn't hold out

a lot of hope.

As a backup,

I took Estate Planning,

which was only slightly

less boring than actually dying.

Leo met new

and interesting people.

Um, this was before anyone peed.

My feelings for Jordan

didn't diminish at all.

But then, I didn't want them to.

- Oh!

- Whoa!

- You have to go out

with other people.

You can't just sit

around waiting for a year.

- Because it's unwatchable!

- Jordan.

- Why not?

- Because what would

be the point?

- Twelve.

Just go out with

12 regular girls,

as a personal favour to me.

- Eight.

- Ten

- Ten.

- I mean, I wouldn't mind...

# She won't stop

to teach them all... #

- Sort of like an MBA

in the mind, huh?

- Yeah.

- Um, um, uh...

- If you knew that, you wouldn't

have done that. Or would you?

- Um...

- I'm sorry!

- I, uh, OK.

- C-H-E-R-R-I-S

- Tremendously...

- Yeah, I don't think

this is gonna work.

- Anyway, it made

the time go by faster.

Finally, the day came.

I-- I was a little nervous.

A little bit, you know.

Slightly on edge.

- Want me to go with you?

- Why would I--

Why would I possibly?

- OK.

- But thank you.

- That's the bathroom.

- I know!

I was, of course, early

and she was, of course, late.

I didn't start to worry

until 2:
30, 2:45.

Uh, by 3:
00 I still wanted

to wait just a little longer,

but by 4:
00,

I had to face facts.

She wasn't coming.

And there was

only one thing to do.

- Dear Charlie.

Hi. How was your year?

Charlie, I have some things

to tell you.

When we first met,

I said that my fiance

had broken up with me.

That was a lie.

Truth is he passed away.

All he said in his note

was that he was sorry,

but that there was

too much pain.

I was devastated.

I couldn't accept it.

You know, I began to drink,

which, as you've seen,

I'm not very good at.

Oh, and I was frequently brought

home by strangers in taxi cabs,

and that's why my father

acted the way

he did towards you.

Honestly, if you ever get to

know him, he's a very nice man.

I was very close

to my fiance's mother.

I tried to go see her

a little while after he died.

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