Shirin in Love Page #3

to get your sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

( music )

( coughing )

( distant talking )

- The emotion.

- Yes!

- So go to Kailee's.

- Okay.

I got a flat of little

teeny flowers.

Will:
That reminds me...

Rachel:
I want to put it back

there near the stones.

Just bring 'em back.

Everything's looking so raggedy,

and I've been out there every day.

Hi, Mrs. Harson.

( hoarse voice )

Oh, hi.

No.

No, not... not... no,

not you again. Uh-uh.

Rachel:
You two

know each other?

Will:
Yeah, I'm sorry.

I don't want to be rude, but we don't

want any journalists in my house.

I... I don't know what

you're talking about.

Don't strain your voice.

You know, this is my house.

She's a guest in my house.

Mom, she is a journalist.

You know what that means?

She told me

she's a book critic.

- Really?

- You know? Yes.

Will:
Can I talk to you alone

for a second.

Wait a minute!

Just sit down.

First of all, I'm gonna take Shirin

and put her back into the bedroom.

Go on, honey.

You are really embarrassing me

in front of my guest!

Really?

Shirin... how do you

even know her name?

Why is she here?

She is not feeling well.

I think she has a little

bit of a temperature,

so she might have to stay

a night or two.

Another night or two?

I don't want to talk

anymore about it, okay?

Thank you.

She's cute, isn't she?

She thinks you're cute.

Here. Take that perfect tray

and be nice.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry to intrude.

- I'll leave.

- No, no.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I, um, you know... what

happened back there.

Let's see if I can...

Man, you know, I knew that

was gonna happen too.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's kind of been

one of those days.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I'll, um... I'll get you

some more orange juice.

- I'll get you...

- Oh, no.

( coughs )

Shirin:
Sorry again.

Where have I seen you before?

Um, I think... I think we met

at a... at a party one time.

Please, sit down. I don't

want you to ruin your voice.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Um, great.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Happy boy.

Huh? Oh. Yeah.

I don't know why my mom has

that...

Yeah, I wasn't quite as happy

as... as I looked here, but uh...

but I was an amazing

chess player, so you know?

A bit of a loner, you know?

Zuzu.

Huh?

What'd you call me?

Zuzu. My car.

Oh.

You dropped a grape.

Five second rule.

You can still eat that.

Thank you.

Yeah, I noticed that

you got the blue beetle.

Yeah.

I used to have a beetle.

Um, it was my first

car, so...

Thank you.

( car horn honking )

Oh, um, I got to take off.

Okay.

Yeah, but um...

- Thanks again.

- Yeah. Feel better.

Take it easy.

( car horn honking )

Please, tell your

friend not to honk.

Her name's Helen, mom.

It's been that way

for seven years.

I'll tell her. Bye.

( phone ringing )

Answer it!

I'm too hysterical!

Hello?

Yes.

Is she okay?

Thank you. Thank you

very much for calling.

Goodbye.

Well?

She is fine.

That was Rachel Harson.

Rachel Harson?

Herself?

Shirin is sick.

She has a high fever.

Great.

Great?

Are you out of your mind.

Don't you get it?

It's Rachel Harson, the writer.

She got her.

That's my daughter.

Rachel:
"Harson's latest work

is a literary sensation

combining a magical

illumination of the ordinary

with exquisite lyricism

laced with elegance

and compassion.

A tragic love story which brings

to mind the best of Annie Poole. "

Oh, hey, the best

she gives it four stars.

( laughing )

Hey, you're not

supposed to be out of bed.

Oh, I'm feeling much

better, thank you.

Let me get a chair.

Yes, you have to eat!

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

You want some meatloaf?

Yeah.

Some meatloaf.

- Thanks.

- Uh-huh.

Um, I almost forgot.

You, uh... you left these.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm always losing things.

I'm hopeless.

No, you are not, and I'm

gonna tell you why missy.

See this?

We just read the review.

You're a fantastic writer.

William, tell her how

good she is.

You're good.

( laughing )

Where did you go to school?

Uh, Oxford for

undergrad and then...

- Oxford.

- Columbia Law.

Columbia Law?

Now, I'm learning how to write.

Hey, don't be so modest.

You are a very good writer.

Oh, that means so

much coming from you.

Thank you.

( laughs )

Do you write, too?

Um, me?

No, I, um... why?

Uh, your room.

All those books.

Oh, that's my fault.

See, I used to be

an English teacher

so I made him read all

the books that I love.

And it was horrible.

It was not!

Yeah. I didn't think a teenage

boy would read all the classics,

especially the ones

written by women.

He's a very unusual man.

Elizabeth Bishop is one

of my favorite poets.

I hope you don't mind, but I was

going through your collection

of poetry in your room, and

loved the notes in the margins.

This is not like the

big city, you know.

He had a lot of

problems as a teenager.

- I don't mean problems.

- It was boring.

I know... not for me but,

you know, for William.

Hmm.

Rachel:
Good huh?

I'd love to get the recipe.

Oh, well I just put it together.

It's his recipe. He is the chef.

Oh, you know, my father's

the chef in our house, too.

- Really?

- Um, shoot.

- You know what? I got to...

- You got to go to work?

Yeah. Um, you guys

enjoy. Okay?

And uh...

- I love you.

- I love you.

And um, yeah.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Here.

Have some veggies.

Then we'll have some tea.

He's so good looking.

He lives in that

lighthouse down the road.

When the weather is

really, really stormy,

he listens to the radio in case

somebody needs help.

Interesting.

His father died 12 years ago.

In a horrible storm.

The Coast Guard couldn't pick up

the signal because it was too weak,

and William left New York,

moved back here

and bought a whole bunch of

high tech radio equipment,

and he sits there and he

listens to the radio.

And he can hear even

the weakest signal.

I am so sorry.

I had no idea.

Oh, just like the

character from In The Storm.

I suppose I'm

revealing some family secrets.

Oh, no.

I am definitely

off duty tonight.

No, you write.

You write what you want.

You write the truth.

I don't have a problem

with that.

And I wish William

would just stop hiding.

( phone ringing )

Oh, I'm... I'm sure

that's for you.

- Do you mind answering it?

- Okay.

Mom:
Hello, Ms. Harson?

It's me, mom.

How come you called

Mike and not me?

Be professional.

Don't forget why you're there.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm feeling a lot better.

Uh, I have to go now.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Did you bring your cell?

- No. Please, don't worry.

Be sure to take some

good pictures.

( music )

( voices on radio ) Jesse. This is

Jesse. Fishing vessel, this is Jesse.

Are you out there anywhere John?

About 3.5 miles

off the coast

right about where we...

( ocean waves )

- Morning!

- Hi.

So, I, uh, stopped by

the store this morning.

I got cinnamon hazelnut coffee.

We're all set.

Honey, you didn't have to

go to all that trouble.

It's fine.

You look like you're

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