Serious Moonlight Page #2
- Shut up!
Hostage here, Sara!
Call the police!
Call the poli ...
- Sara ... I presume.
- Hi, yes. I'm Sara.
- You must be ...
- Louise, Louise the wife.
- Ian?
Well ... sheesh, it's a clich:
"He is tied up at the moment."
So, come with me.
Let's have a chat.
Gal to gal.
- Sara?
- Yeah.
Wow! You are very pretty.
Thank you.
You are very pretty too, Louise.
You are like ... Wow!
Anyways ... sit down.
So ...
Congratulations. My husband is
leaving me for you.
I'm so sorry, Louise, I ...
I didn't I just fell in love with him.
I didn't mean to. It just ...
No need to apologize.
I'm fine.
- Really.
- Really?
I'm so glad, I am so glad,
because I have been feeling
so much sadness and guilt.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It must have been
so hard for you, huh?
It was difficult, yeah.
Yeah.
Well, there has been
a change of plans, Sara.
Ian, has decided that he needs
to stay here with me ...
to go over some final details.
Oh! We were supposed leave
first thing in the morning,
and I'd hoped that he was gonna
meet my family tonight.
My father is making
Chateau Briand and salad,
which is a special meal.
Oh, I know.
And he told me all about it,
and he is very sorry
that he can't come, but he ...
just wants stay here with me ...
and go over the boring details
of our separation, and,
he'll meet you at the airport.
He promises.
Huh, disappointed.
It's so selfish of me.
Listen, I know how you feel.
But I think it's very important ...
that, you know ... we go
over some file-things ...
before he abandons me forever.
Sure you understand.
- Can I see him? Is he here?
- He's ... doesn't want to see you.
He said this to me,
and I quote verbatim:
"If I see Sara right now,
I won't be able ...
to stay with you
for 1 more second.
I won't be able to do anything,
except kiss her madly ...
all over every part of her face,
swoop her into my arms,
and run screaming away."
Yeah, that sounds like him.
I am truly sorry because I forced
him to stay here tonight ...
I hope you understand that.
- I do, yeah.
- Yeah, thanks.
Can I call him ...
on the phone later?
No, I would prefer
you didn't do that, you know,
out of respect for me.
Kind of the least you can do.
But I really want to talk to him.
Well, just think of how
romantic it will be ...
when you re-unite
on the plane to Rome.
Paris.
Paris? Paris.
That's so romantic.
Well, I always wanted
to see Paris with Ian.
Are you Ok, Louise?
Thanks for asking, Sara. Not really,
but I will be. There's hope for me yet.
- Just excuse me.
- Would you just tell him that ...
I'm thinking of him.
And tell him ...
I told him he had
nothing to fear ...
He should have done it a year ago.
A year ago?
Yes, yeah, probably would
have been better.
Tell him I am thinking of him?
You're thinking of him.
Got it.
Thank you.
Oh, dear.
- Alright.
- What did you do with Sara?
I sent her away.
I told her ...
that you would meet
her at the airport,
and that you and I had some
last details to work through.
She is very pretty,
not so bright though.
Oh, I can't understand
what you are saying.
Sorry about that.
What were you mumbling about?
Sara is exceptionally bright,
you don't know her.
Ah, exceptionally bright?
I don't think so.
She introduced me to
Russian literature.
So that's why you were struggling
through 'Brothers Karamazov'.
She is not only beautiful,
she is brilliant.
Brilliant, brilliant. She has the kindest
heart of anyone I have ever known.
I'm sure she is exceptionally
kind for a home-wrecker.
She's also soulful, Louise.
Yeah, I am sure there is
nothing bad about her,
that isn't completely wonderful!
And it doesn't matter.
By next time this year ...
you'll struggle to
remember her name.
No, by this time next year
she'll be my wife ...
and you'll locked away
safe in a loony-bin.
No, no, nonsense & blooey, all of it.
No, we'll talk about how your entire law
career will be flushed down the drain,
once people know what
a fruitcake you are.
Let's talk about that.
- How about we talk about that, Louise?
- As a matter of fact ...
- No, don't tape my mouth ...
- Why don't you just shut up?
No, I got enough of that ...
Louise ...
Ian, why don't you just
shut up for a minute.
I want you to look
at something, buddy.
Do you remember this day?
Do you remember everything
about this day?
Like I do, huh?
How scared I was?
How I almost couldn't go through
with it? And do you remember,
me in the back of the church ...
just holding me?
Do you remember the
promise that you made?
How I never had to be afraid?
Nobody in my life would ever
love me as much as you did?
I promise, you kept saying that over
and over again:
I promise, I promise.And when the minister
finally asked you ...
if you would take me as your wife,
you said:
I do I promise.Do you remember the first
years of our marriage?
The sweetness of it,
I mean really.
The unbearable sweetness
of it that feeling.
to fight the odds
and found each other?
Do you remember that, Ian?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Do you know if we have
any Tylenol in the house?
No.
- What's that smell?
- I'm baking you some cookies.
Some chocolate-chip cookies ...
are your favorite.
Louise, I really have
to go to the bathroom.
You can wait.
I've got the fish.
Look at yourself, you're pathetic.
Look what you're stooping to here.
This isn't you,
you are so above this.
You are not desperate.
You're an accomplished woman, you have
an amazing career and tons of friends,
and you are sitting here and acting
like you are a "Big Nothing" without me.
Well, you don't need me,
you don't need me!
Don't tell me what I need!
Don't do that!
I won't become just another
single, divorced ...
40-something woman, childless,
and try "Online Dating Ads" at night
and watching "Reality Television", Ok?
And I won't get stuck in the past,
wondering whatever happened to ...
my best friend, off in Paris
with someone barely out of her teens.
She's 24, actually.
I won't get addicted
to ice cream ...
myself and gain 30 pounds ...
and get set up with losers
because I refuse to be lonely.
I refuse to go to
movies by myself.
And to deepen my friendship with
other women in my situation.
And I just refuse
to be without you!
- What?
What, what ... die?
Would you actually rather die?
Let's just say
I'd rather go to jail.
I'm not gonna die.
Nobody's gonna die.
Because everything is just
everything is just gonna be fine.
Louise, please just let me go.
No.
Let me go, listen ...
Why don't we just down and ...
talk all this out
if am all taped up here ...
you know we are not gonna be
able to work anything out, hm?
No.
Louise, I have to go
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