Shirin in Love Page #5

I'd listen to him

if I were you.

I'm not stupid.

It's this the reporter in you

trying to get more out of me.

Oh my God.

Will you stop with

all the reporter crap?

Look at me.

You always avoid looking

at me directly in the eye.

No, I'm looking

at you right now.

No, you're not.

Look at me.

( music swells )

( phone ringing )

Mike?

Shirin, is everything all right?

I'm on my way.

That... that's not a good idea.

What?

I'm having trouble hearing you!

Don't worry.

Everything is taken care of.

AAA will tow your car

back to L.A.

I'll be there within

an hour and then...

That's definitely

not a good idea.

What?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Will you stop rushing me?

You always do that to me.

Shirin, what's going on?

Nothing.

I'm just having a

really tough day.

It's really busy here.

Can you just come tomorrow?

What?

No, I can't come tomorrow.

I'm already on my way.

Just meet me at the

local hospital, okay?

What hospital?

Sweetheart, what's the matter?

Oh.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.

- Late for what?

I'm not going anywhere.

These are for you.

Oh.

Wild flowers.

They're my favorite.

William picks them for me.

I had a feeling about that.

You look a lot better.

Compared to what?

Did I scare ya?

Yeah. You did.

You look... I don't know,

different, beautiful, rosy.

Your cheeks are all a flush.

It must've been the

rush to get over here.

My fianc, Mike,

is coming to pick me up,

so I came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

How about the interview?

Oh no. You don't worry

about the interview.

Please, just concentrate

on getting better.

You saved my life.

I want to do the interview.

I do.

Write down your questions and

put 'em on a piece of paper.

Give 'em to William, and

he's my right hand man.

It'll be fine.

- Rachel, I don't...

- Do not argue with me.

It's a losing battle.

I thought you knew that.

Thank you for everything.

I'm gonna be fine.

I wish I had some

coffee and some cookies.

You know what?

Get me a vase

from that nurse that

has that mustache.

( laughing )

Don't tell her it's for me.

She doesn't like me.

- Oh gosh. All right.

- Okay?

- I... I'll get her.

- Okay.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

I'm looking for

Ms. Rachel Harson.

One second.

Yes, uh, room 241 to the

left and the immediate right.

Thank you.

Hi.

What?

What do you want?

No, I just... okay.

( giggles )

( typing )

( typing )

You write on a typewriter?

What are you doing here?

I came to say goodbye.

Oh.

( ocean waves )

It's pretty, isn't it?

You should see it at night.

if the skies are clear you can

see every star in the sky.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

I, um,

I... I want... I want

to say something.

Ever since I met you, I...

( cell ringing )

It's my fianc.

Yeah, of course it is.

He's probably trying to make sure

he gets you to the church on time.

- Always in a hurry, so...

- I would be to if I was him.

What are you writing?

Um, this is, uh... this is

my mother's manuscript.

I'm pretty much her

official typer now.

Can I take a peak?

Can I trust you?

You already have.

It's her most recent work.

It's beautiful.

( cell ringing )

Oh.

I really have to go.

Yeah.

I'm glad you liked this.

You have something you

want to give me, right?

Here, um, it's not why I came.

No, of course.

I know there's

something going on here.

I just don't know what it is...

yet.

Goodbye.

( music )

Bye.

( Persian music )

( sentimental music )

This is crazy!

You're moving into the apartment

of somebody you just met.

You don't even know her!

What if she's a serial killer!

Mom, you need to relax.

We've been Skyping.

It's all fine.

Skyping?

That's not talking.

Nader, do something.

What can I do?

My head is fine.

Give me a hug.

Bye.

I should've done this years ago.

( starts car )

Did you see the way

she was dressed?

She gave away all

her beautiful clothes.

What have we done

to deserve this?

Thank you so much.

Girl:
You're welcome.

We'll see you in six months.

Yeah.

Have a good time you guys.

You have a simple

exciting concept.

For a novel, that's not

enough, but for a movie,

it could be just what

the studios want.

High concept.

Ooh, that's what I've got?

High concept?

I got concept.

High concept.

Uh, is something bugging you?

You want to talk about it?

You know I got nieces your age.

I'm getting married

to a very nice guy

who I've been with

for a very long time,

but I met someone new.

Um-hmm.

Uh-huh.

The first one,

very successful,

and the second one,

married but not so rich.

Kind of.

I mean, he's got a long term

girlfriend, so...

I knew it. I knew it.

You know why?

'Cause we police officers got

a good sense of psychology.

So what do I do, Dr. Freud?

What do you do?

Hell, you just run off with me!

( laughs )

Marvin.

Okay.

Only if you let me drive.

Oh, hell no.

Not the way you drive.

Deal's off.

Uh-uh.

That ain't happening.

Maybe I need more courage.

Well, hell, let's

drink to courage.

And to all the writers

in the world.

( music ) You said

you're leaving, Today

Dale:
You know, in all the years I known

ya, I never seen you looking like this.

Everything okay between,

uh, you and Helen?

No sh*t.

I thought you two

were gonna get married.

Ahh.

You got another one, huh?

I do, and she's getting

married to somebody else.

Is she pretty?

Oh, Dale, she's gorgeous.

You know? She's... she's pretty,

and she's clumsy.

Wow. Sounds like

you're really into her.

She live around here?

No.

That's tough.

Hold onto her.

This one sounds like the one

you don't want to let slip away.

Bye boys.

( music )

( cell message )

Will:
Hey. It's me.

Listen, I have some

bad news about my mom.

I, uh, wish I could've

heard your voice.

I miss you.

( music )

I wasn't expecting you today.

Rachel died last night.

Darling, I'm so sorry.

Why are you smiling?

Do you think the son

will give you an exclusive?

I'll send a photographer

with you.

Mom, put the phone down!

Mom?

This is a private funeral.

No press.

No television.

Nothing.

I'm invited, and I'm going.

I'll get a driver to take you.

No. You don't get it, do you?

I don't want a camera!

And I definitely don't want

one of your photographers

posing as a driver!

Mom:
But how are you

gonna get there?

Don't worry.

I'm Sasha Kapalov

from Russia.

I take care of you.

This is homemade vodka.

You relax.

You don't feel a thing.

I don't drink.

You don't?

I can't hold my liquor.

I hold it for you.

Don't be silly.

Everybody drinks, huh?

No, thanks.

Okay.

( speaking Russian )

Flight attendant: Please

fasten your seat belts.

Flight attendants

return to your stations.

We're expecting some

serious turbulence up ahead.

Oh, oh, ho.

( music )

I'm sorry about Rachel.

Thanks for coming.

I almost didn't make it.

Um, I tried to get here sooner.

I'm really sorry.

Don't apologize.

She... she'd be happy

you were here.

I'm Helen.

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