Serendipity Page #5
- We're going to New York?|- Yeah. Yea!
# I want you|to get together #
# I want you|to get together #
#I want you|to get together#
# Put your hands together|one time #
# I want you|to get together #
# I want you|to get together ##
Hey! Excuse me.
- Why so tense?|- Because you're|freaking me out, all right?
- Is there another space|you can be in?|- Oh. Excusez-moi.
- Uh-huh.|- And what is it you do?
Why, my sales clerk friend,|I happen to write for|a little publication.
Maybe you've heard of it.|It's called the New York Times.
- Oh.|- Yeah.|-[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing]
Hello. Who?
Dean? And who may|I say is calling?
Huh? Hang on.|Your editor.
Hi. No.
Didn't get a chance|to write that one. Uh--
Didn't write|that one either.
Uh, with all due respect, sir,|they'll all still be dead tomorrow.
Okay. Thank you.|Bye-bye.
- You write for the obituaries.|- Absolutely. Yeah.
- You must be very proud.|- Uh-huh. I'm the one|with the last word.
- Not tonight. I don't think so.|- Yes, I am. Absolutely.
- Fat chance. Last line.|- Still talking. Yeah, right here.
[Yelling]
I don't know. I don't know.|My eyes are killing me.
- Tell me these numbers match.|- I'll tell you.
- Let me see.|- Don't do that.
- Ah-ah!|- Is it 0293?
- You got it?|- I think you found her.
Too bad the last name's|completely smudged out, though.
Well, it's his fault.|It was his thumb.
When he grabbed it, his thumb|went right across the name.
Completely. I'm kidding.|It was smudged in my hand.
- Would you stop it?|- It's just a little joke.|That's carbon paper for you.
I guess that's why|America rejected it.
- What's that address?|Is that her address?|- That's seven years ago, man.
So go to the building|leasing office...
and you'll find out|who lived there seven years ago.
It ain't rocket science.
Thank you.
- Hi.|- Hey.
- Where to?|- Yeah, where are we going?
- Uh, okay, take us...|anywhere in New York.|- Excuse me?
Anywhere. Wherever|you feel like going.
- That's not a destination, lady.|- Wait. You didn't make reservations?
- Um, okay, Eve, please|don't get mad at me.|- What?
Oh, no.|I cannot believe this.
I need|a borough here, ladies.
I was gonna tell you|when we got on the plane.
You know what?|That's really sneaky of you, Sara.
- I'm not a bloody psychic.|- Eve, wait!
Wait!
- Eve. Eve!|- You tricked me.
I knew you wouldn't come|if I told you the truth.|I needed my best friend with me.
What are you doing, Sara?
Honestly, Sara, I don't|understand you anymore, okay?
Please, tell me something.
Tell me anything that makes|just a little bit of sense.
I've just spent|the entire flight...
staring into the sky,|thinking.
Not about my fiance,|but about this mystery guy...
I met a million|and a half hours ago.
A guy I don't even remember,|except for this...
vague picture I have|inside my head.
It was just a few seconds.|A fragment, really.
And it was like...
in that moment,
the whole universe existed|just to bring us together.
That's why I'm here.
That's why I'm gonna let fate|take me wherever it wants to go.
Because when all this is over,|at least I'm never gonna have|to think of him ever again.
Let's just pray|he's a bald fascist...
who picks his nose|and wipes it under the car seat.
- Hi.|- Hi.
Could you hold on?
Where are you going?
You better be buying me one|frigging big birthday cake,|that's all I gotta say.
Could I get your|destination, please?
- The Waldorf, I guess.|- Finally she gets it.
Okay, we are going...|that way.
And I'm gonna follow.
You can do it yourself. Just open up|the computer and look into it.
- I'm not even sure that I can|give you this information.|- If you can't, why can't you?
Because I'm just a temp, okay?|I don't know the rules.
Couple of months out of college,|you're acting like you're|part of the establishment.
No, no, no, no, no--|What about privacy law, huh?
Forget about privacy laws.|You know what privacy laws do?
- No.|- They protect millionaires.|Do you know who those are?
- Who?|- Tell him who they are.
- Tell him.|- Kids your age.
Pimple-faced college dropouts who|have made unhealthy sums of money...
forming Internet companies|that create no concrete products,
provide no viable services and still|manage to generate profits...
for all of its lazy, day-trading,|son-of-a-b*tch shareholders.
Meanwhile, as a tortured member|of the disenfranchised proletariat,
you find some altruistic need|to protect these digital|plantation owners?
Wow. Come on.
Come on.
- You guys want the tenant|on record in 1994?|- December, to be exact.
- There's your tenant.|- Sebastian Mig-non?
No. Mignon.|It's French.
No, we're looking|for someone named Sara.|You got the right one?
- Maybe he was her boyfriend.|- Thanks.
- You did the right thing.|Really, you did.|- Goodwork, pal.
You got it.|M-I-G-N-O-N.
You got it?|There you go.
- Thank you so much, Sally.|You gotta love her.|- Where is he?
- Brooklyn.|- Okay, let's, uh--|let's grab a subway.
Wait a minute. Wait. Aren't you|forgetting about something?
- What?|- Wedding rehearsal.|Bachelor party.
- Plenty of time.|Plenty of time. Come on.|- You sure?
- Yes. Gotta go to Brooklyn.|Come on.|- [ Barks ]
[ Gasps ]|Prada!
Oh, my God!
Ooh! Prada!
Ooh, I love this stuff.
- That's $20.|- Twenty bucks?
Eve, that's|a horrific knockoff.
At least my fake says "Prada."|Yours says "Prado."
Yeah? Well,|I say for a dollar,
I can buy a little|Magic Marker and fix that.
I'll take it.|Twenty bucks?
Right back here.|Here you go.
Two buckets of balls for the price|of one at the Chelsea Piers today.
- So where are we going to now?|- I don't know.
- Lady, lady, you're a golfer?|- I feel like I feel something.
- Two for the price of one.|- Right where I'm standing.|Hey! Who are you?
Can you believe that?|Two bucket of-- Whoa!
- Will you help me up, ma'am?|Yeah, yeah, help me up.|- Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?|- Is the ball okay?
- Yeah, the back of the head.|Is that all right?|- Oh, my. Goodness gracious.
- I'm all right.|Can you get the flyers?|- Here you go.
- Taxi!|- Sara!
They should|make pills for this.
He's gotta be here.
He's got to be here.|I can feel it.
- Excuse me. Miss?|- Yeah?
- You're blocking my shot.|- Oh.
Oh. Sorry.
This is Nick Roberts,|ESPN News, New York City.
- Oh!|-[Eve] Do you know|who plays golf?.
Guys who are too fat|to play tennis.
Like that guy.
[Man #1]|Well, this is a special occasion.
After all, how many times in your|life is your son gonna get married?
[Man #2]|Well said.
- You wanna know|why I love this game?|- No. Why?
I'll tell ya.
You can take years off from playing|and still come back strong.
Well, me, I haven't played|in over five years.
You're kidding.
- Ow!|- Ooh!
- Are you all right?|- I'm okay.|- Sorry up there.
- Eve, look out!|- Go.
- Oh!|- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.|I'm, so sorr-- Are you okay?
[ Sara ] Please say something.|Say something.
[ Eve ]|I think I swallowed a filling.
Thank you for letting us in.|Now, Mr. Mignon,
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