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we have an odd and some what|personal question to ask you.

Mignon.

Mr. Mignon.

Mignon. Like the meat.

Mr. Mignon, a few years ago,|did you live with a girl,|first name Sara?

Attractive, dark hair,|kind of, like, mysterious,|you know, really amazing...

- girl.|- Oui.

- Do you know where we can|locate this individual?|- No, I do not.

- Do you remember her last name?|- No.

Oh, come on. You don't|even remember the last name|of your ex-girlfriend?

- I find that hard to believe.|- You don't understand anything.

She was not my girlfriend.|She was just, uh, a roommate.

She stayed with me|for a very short period of time.

- She was placed with me by--|- A roommate finder's service?

Oui. She stayed with me with|her boyfriend for a few months--

- I don't care about him.|- And then he moved out|very quickly.

And at the end of the year,|she moved out too.

Yeah, but did she|leave anything behind,

maybe with her last name on it,|like a receipt, a bill?

- Like a piece of luggage?|- No. No, no.

Anything would help,|really. Anything.

I remember she sat on me.

She-- She sat on you?

Yes. She sat on me|for a while.

I found her...

inspiring.

I guess that is why I started|painting her in the first place.

Oh. She sat for you.|I'm sorry.

That is what I said.

- That's what he said.|- That's what I said.

Clearly.

Do you happen|to have the painting?

Hey, now you're gonna see|what it's all about.|You know, you see her face.

Okay. Yeah.

This is her, yes?

Yeah, sure.|Around the eyes a little.

I mean, I'm definitely getting|the British thing, you know,|with the crown and the scepter.

- Do you have a name for|the roommate finder's service?|- They would have the information.

No, I do not.

But if it helps, I do remember|where the service was located.

- Absolutely!|- Yes! Where? Where?

- Manhattan.|- Where in Manhattan, Mr. Mignon?

On 60thStreet.

- East side or west side?|- It was just next to that--

on the left of that|splendid little patisserie,

Serendipity.

That'sit.

Get-- Get ready.

Happy birthday.|It's on the house.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm a god-awful friend.

- No, you will be if you sing.|- [ Laughs ]

Eve, thanks so much|for coming with me.

You're welcome.

Sara, you know,|it's a wonderful thought.

The idea that all of life,|that every single event|is part of some master plan...

designed to lead us|to our universal soul mate.

But if that's really true,|then what's the point of living?

Or making decisions?|Hell, why should we even|get out of bed in the morning?

For the cake?

No. Not for cake.

So that you make mistakes.

Mistakes like this trip.

And if you're smart enough,|you learn from your mistakes.

You figure it out.|You-You think.

You realize that life|isn't some elaborate stage play|with directions for the actors.

Life's a mess, Sara.

It's-It's|chaos personified.

I have to give it|all up now, don't I?

Sara, you have a fiance who,

despite his weird|Eastern music,

which we hope is|just a phase, let's hope,

loves you|very, very, very much.

It's not giving up.|It's growing up.

[ Sighs ]

Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

- Here's one.|- Ooh, catch it.

- It's a bridal shop.|- Oh, my God. The irony.

- Wait right here.|I'll be right back. Stay here.|- Why?

- Time, please?|- Uh, about 7:30.

Right. Right.

They moved downtown. If we get lucky|with traffic, we can still hit it.

- What time is rehearsal?|- Can't do it.

- Taxi!|- It's over, man.

What?

- What are you talking about?|- How can I ignore that?|"Bless the goddamn bride"?

- What?|- It can't get|any more clearer than this.

I'm not supposed to be doing this.|It's not in the cards.

Hey, it's another|one of your clues, man.|Let's talk about it in the cab...

- on the way over.|- It's not a clue. It's a sign.

- What's the difference?|- A clue is what a detective|uses to find a suspect.

The receipt, the warehouse,|that French guy-- those|are clues. This is a sign.

Me never finding the book,|that's a sign.

Sara never finding the $5.00 bill,|that's a sign.

How could something|not happening be a sign?

Maybe the absence|of signs is a sign.

Isn't it?

That's lucid.

Look, I don't know, man.|Maybe there is no fate.

And if there is,|it's not working for me.

You know, it's not actually supposed|to end this way, by the way.

We're supposed to pull the curtain|and see the wizard, all right?

- Get to the end of the river.|- This is the end of the river.|My wedding rehearsal...

starts in less|than an hour.

- My bride is waiting for me.|- Let me ask you something here.

If Sara were here right now,|poof, came down, what would|she tell you to do?

She would tell me to run,|not walk to the Waldorf...

because all the signs|point to me getting married.

Look. Wedding dress.|Lots of white.

- I hate to state the obvious--|- State it.

If you don't do this,|you may never find out who Sara is.

Maybe I was never|supposed to.

Maybe all this|is just a maze...

designed to lead me directly|back to where I started.

Which is getting married.

They should make pills|for this.

- Halley?|- Oh, my God. Eve!

What a crazy coincidence!|How are you?

- Good.|- Oh, my God.|Sara, can you believe...

that I was Halley's R.A.|in college?

Isn't that funny?|Oh, I'm sorry. This is Sara.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.|- Nice to meet you too.

Oh, my gosh. What's it been,|like eight or nine years?

Eve was, uh--|I went to B.U. with Eve.

- Well, isn't that wonderful?|- Yeah. How about that?

So what are you doing here?

- I'm getting married tomorrow.|- You are? Congratulations.

- Congratulations.|- Wow!

- Thanks.|- In this hotel?

Yeah, at noon.|We're going to rehearsal.|Why don't you come watch?

- Why don't you go?|- Okay, sure. I would love|to come and watch.

And you can bring your...|partner if you want.

- Oh!|- Oh! No, no.

I have to go upstairs|and call my fiance-- who's a man.

Oh! You must be|very proud.

- Okay, so have a good one.|I'll see you later.|- Okay, good.

Good-bye,|my sweet lesbian lady lover.

I'm just kidding.|It's just a joke between us.

Lars?

What are you doing?

- How did you know where I was?|- Intuition.

Really?

No. I went through|the New York Hotel Guide.

Alphabetically, in reverse.|I started with "Z."

Sara, I missed you so much.

I'm sorry. I don't blame you|for running away.

I was so... focused|on the album, the video.

l, Jonathan, take you, Halley,|to be my wife,

and I promise to love|and sustain you...

in the bond of marriage|from this day forward.

[Dialogue Fades Out]

And obviously, Jonathan,|you'll be looking at Halley.

- [Laughter]|- And that's when the actual|ceremony will conclude.

- Excuse me. I need|some help over here.|- What?

And then--|then you're married.

Hal, who's that girl|over there?

- Oh, that's my old friend Eve.|- Oh.

[Woman]|Okay, everyone, that's a wrap.

And now make sure to|be here tomorrow morning|at 9:00 sharp for pictures.

I hate to break up a good thing,|but we have some strippers|waiting for us. We're late.

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