P.S. I Love You Page #5

I'll wait for your call.

And just so you know,

I'm not looking for a thing right now.

- I'm just flirting in good faith.

- I appreciate that.

Maybe we can defy God...

...and go see a Yankees game.

- Yeah.

We'll be really weird friends,

joined by self-pity, bitterness and vomit.

- I'd like that.

- Me too.

My leather jacket is for you.

I always loved the way that looked on you.

But the rest of my stuff,

you don't need it.

Make some space in that bloody

apartment for yourself. Go on.

It's time, baby.

P.S. I love you.

I think you're a little bit perverted.

I mean, you bring me

to an Irish famine memorial...

...and we're eating corned beef

sandwiches. That's pretty sick.

Gerry thought it was the best way

to honor the dead.

You know, show them

how well we're doing.

I'm sorry I always bring him up.

Yeah, I'm starting to get

a little bit sick of it.

Now that's a real honest-to-goodness

couple right there.

They've probably been together

since the Flood.

We're so arrogant, aren't we?

We're so afraid of age,

we do everything we can to prevent it.

We don't realize what a privilege it is

to grow old with someone...

...someone who doesn't drive you

to commit murder.

Or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.

It's sweet.

It's good, huh?

Can I ask you a favor?

Sure.

I started bagging up Gerry's stuff.

Couldn't finish.

I think I need someone who

didn't know him to get rid of it all.

Be happy to help you get rid of Gerry.

- Do you have to say it like that?

- Like what?

- What is wrong with you? Take a pill.

- Nothing. What?

What's wrong?

Nothing, I...

I've just never been alone with another

man in this apartment besides Gerry.

Want me to stand out in the hall?

You can just throw me the boxes.

No. Heh.

That's okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna change.

Look through stuff.

If there's anything you want...

...just let me know.

- Okay.

Mm.

I can't remember the last time

somebody held me like this.

Did you find a new husband yet?

Shut up.

Where have you been?

- I haven't felt you around lately.

- Oh, please.

I've been so around.

Mm.

I can feel you hugging me.

That's because I am.

You look great.

This is the one.

- Are you Barbara?

- Yes, may I help you?

I hope so.

You're his wife.

He was here?

So I don't understand.

You're taking a vacation?

It's a trip.

Gerry planned the whole thing

for me and Sharon and Denise.

You think it's the best time to vacation?

Gerry made all the arrangements.

I have to go.

Have you spoken to Daniel? Thought you

two were spending time together.

We're just friends, Mom.

I've stood by and not said anything about all

this, but now I think it's time it stopped.

- What do you mean?

- It's not healthy.

Gerry's not gonna be able

to keep this up forever, is he?

His life ended, and so will his letters.

You're gonna have to face

things on your own.

It was a gift from Gerry.

And how can you say that?

My husband was 35 years old.

He wasn't supposed to die.

But he did. It was awful.

It's what happens.

But his death is a part of your life now.

And you have to deal with it.

Stop saying that

like I'm not dealing with it. I am.

How? By waiting for a letter

from a dead husband?

Taking a vacation? When your father left,

I had two children to support.

- Excuse me for not having any children.

- That's not how I meant it and you know it.

Your father leaving

was just as devastating.

But I did what I needed to do

and got on with it.

- It's not the same thing.

- Why not?

My husband died. He was taken.

He didn't wanna go, he didn't wanna leave.

Yes, my husband wanted to leave.

And it's so much easier

being abandoned by choice, is it?

I've had my say.

I won't say anymore.

So where's he sending you?

Oh, my God.

Get the bags.

Oh.

- All right.

- She just elbowed me.

Know what? If that's an indication of

how this trip's gonna be, I won't have it.

Is that her bag? Is that her bag?

- Leave it. Don't take it in.

- This is ridiculous.

Holly?

- This is heavy.

- I know.

Holly!

Look.

"Hey, Big Mama. Make sure

my baby has a good time.

Make sure you and John do everything

you wanna do...

...whenever you wanna do it.

And make sure my baby does things.

- I want you to take her fishing."

- Oh, God.

He's been wanting to get me

on a lake since forever.

"And be sure to give yourself

a big, sweaty pony-boy kiss from me."

Ugh. Jerk. He will never let me forget

my bachelorette party.

Joey the Pony Boy.

- Tony.

- Tony.

Tony, I remember him.

I bet I have a letter too.

Where would he hide one for me?

Bedroom.

"Denise, take Holly to Whelan's,

my favorite pub.

There's beautiful music to be heard,

beautiful people to be around.

And Denise, you're going to heaven

for being my baby's friend.

I'm making all the arrangements

up here for you.

Got a few hot men lined up. I hear

Ben Franklin's hung like a racehorse.

Love you."

- I don't know how you do this.

- Let me see it.

What?

He didn't leave me a letter.

Well, probably didn't love you...

...as much as us.

- Mm-mm.

Oh my God, look at that. Look at that!

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh. Please let me buy him as a souvenir.

- He's coming this way.

- He's coming.

How long has it been?

How long has what been?

How long has it been?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- You're gonna go talk to him. Oh, yeah.

- Mm. No.

You just heard him.

Say how much you like it, flatter him. Go.

We don't have those in the States.

Go, go.

We don't make those.

- You're ready.

- Go! Do it for us. Go on.

Where'd she go?

- What are you doing? Go ahead!

I'm an old married widow.

Oh, you've got much better stuff

than those tarts. You're experienced.

You're American. You got

foreign exotic stuff going...

There's nothing exotic

about being an American.

- He doesn't know that.

- We'll help you.

- Just take it off.

No, no, no!

Listen! You're gonna do what we say.

I'm gonna hurt you.

I'll pull your hair.

You look hot. Put your shoulders

back. Puff your hair a little.

- You're so sexy. Go.

- Yeah, you look hot. Do it!

Hi.

I just wanted to say

I really loved your music.

You're beautiful. I mean...

I mean... Sorry.

Your music is beautiful.

Thanks... Um...

- Holly.

- William.

- You're American?

- Yeah.

And what brings you to Ireland?

Holiday. Oh, well, with my girlfriends.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Good. Good to have you here.

- Heh. Thanks.

- I have one more song to play.

Will you stay and have a listen?

It's an American song about a local girl.

I think you'll like it.

- Sure.

- Good.

Grand.

So I'll see you after, then?

Okay, sure.

Em...

This is an American song

dedicated to Holly.

I hope you enjoy it.

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk

Of a day I-ay-I-ay

I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

Of a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you, friend

Well, what's a fella to do

'Cause her hair was black

And her eyes were blue

And I knew right then

I'd be takin' a whirl

Round the Salthill Prom

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