The Age of Adaline Page #2

Hello, Regan.

Amanda, you're not going

to stand me up, are you?

You asked me that last year,

why don't you trust me?

Oh, I just can't believe you

haven't got a better offer.

Impossible.

I'll pick you up eight?

Actually, that's the

other reason I called.

The Grand Hotel of Nob Hill

is sending a car for me.

- Look at you.

- Have you ever been there for New Years?

Only once, ages ago.

I guess it's pretty lavish.

Well, I better get to it then,

I'll see you soon.

Bye, Regan.

Are you hungry?

No?

Oh, you just want to come out

with me tonight, don't you?

Sorry, buddy, it's a girls night.

Avery, if you do not remove the hand

my knee...

My two hands are on

the table, Adaline.

Thank you.

- Happy New Year.

- Oh! Hey, Amanda.

- That was you clapping, wasn't it?

- How did you guess?

- You've got manners.

- We're the last two.

Hey, grab a glass.

Tell me, what did I miss?

Oh, not much, just some happy chatter.

It's funny, no matter how old you get,

New Year's Eve still feels like the

one night where anything's possible.

What's your resolution?

Same as always, true love.

How about you?

To live this year as

though it were my last.

Well, you never know,

it could be, at our age.

So, Helia, let's live.

Beware, bachelor at three o'clock,

we need to stir him up.

What's he like?

Brown hair, icy blues,

mid-30's.

How many with you who is

kicking out my babies?

He's here.

- Good evening, ladies.

- Welcome to Cougartown.

I know, we don't look a day over 28,

you're too kind. What's your name?

- Dale... Davenport.

- Dale's a painter.

- Really?

- Yeah, a starving artist, though.

Because he doesn't accept

his affluent family's help.

I... I'm sorry, have we met?

No, no, no, just your Cartier wrist watch,

one of the very first.

I'm assuming it was given to you by

a well to do grandfather.

A great-grandfather,

but how do you know I paint?

You hands are covered in paint.

That one was easy.

Well, Picasso, have a seat,

we're gonna buy you a drink.

Sure.

- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

Thank you.

Six, five, four...

Three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

Hello.

Thank you, Sweetheart.

No, no, you don't have to sing.

Please, please, don't sing,

I've already had enough birthdays.

Where are you?

You didn't go out at all?

Well, I don't blame you.

Are we still on for tomorrow?

Great, all right, get some sleep.

I love you.

Good night.

Whoever he is,

I hope he has one helluva an excuse.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

It's just...

isn't there some sort of tradition.

If you're alone on New Year Eve that

you're supposed to kiss a stranger?

Damn it, you've heard it before.

Just once, from a young

Bing Crosby... type.

Happy New Year.

- I am too old for this.

- Oh, no, don't disappear.

I'll call you tomorrow and you can tell

me everything I missed. I love you.

Bye, Beautiful.

That'll teach me not to put my

hand where it doesn't belong.

Something tells me it won't.

You know, that was a risky move.

What was?

Not introducing yourself

before you leave.

I'm a daredevil.

I'm Ellis, a pleasure to meet you.

- Like the Island?

- No man is.

I'm Jenny.

The poem?

No?

"Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,".

"Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,

Say I'm growing old, but add,."

"Jenny kissed me."

Who wrote that?

- Oh, one of the romantics, I think.

- No, you're not sure.

Actually, I am, but I don't want

to come across like a know-it-all.

Too bad, Henri, I adore know-it-alls.

So, where are you off to?

Some place better food...

my apartment.

And yourself?

Back to the party.

I just wanted to spend 27 floors with you.

- Well, that was a risky move.

- What?

Leaving your date upstairs.

I hope it was worth it.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on, that

beautiful woman in blue.

Does her name happen to end in "kova"?

No, her name is Agnes Boggs.

Her uncle's the chef,

I'll let him know you liked his food.

And she's not my date.

- Taxi, Ma'am?

- Yes, please, thank you.

Good night.

I'll just wait with you.

So you can find out where I live?

It does make it a lot

easier to send flowers.

Thank you, but I'll manage.

Goodbye, it's been an

adventure meeting you.

Thank you.

Wait!

There you go again, putting your

hand in places it doesn't belong.

- How do we get in touch?

- Happy New Year, Ellis.

Thank you, Sir.

- Am I late?

- No more than usual.

Happy Birthday, Mama.

Thank you, Darling.

I'm so happy to see you.

You know you don't have

to still give me cards.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

- So, when you are moving back up?

- The third week in February.

- Right on schedule.

- Of course.

I see you already forgot our

little talk about sodium.

No, I am simply choosing to ignore it.

Actually, I'm thinking of moving, myself.

But you love where you live.

I do, but, you know,

there's just too many stairs.

Last week Kay Alfonso fell,

and she broke her hip.

The doctor said she might

never leave the hospital.

And the very next day,

Molly Andrews called me,

and she told me about this wonderful

retirement community in Arizona.

She moved in last spring. She said she's

never been happier in her whole life.

What's a matter?

We bought in Oregon so

that I could be close to you.

You could come up for long visits,

move in with me eventually.

We haven't lived together

since I was in high school.

A little bit.

You're not getting any younger.

What if you move to Arizona

and something happened to you?

What if you get sick?

Then, I would hope that you'd

come and take care of me.

What if I'm too late?

No, no, we cannot do this,

not on your birthday, it's a holiday.

I nearly fell off my feet.

What are you two clucking about?

Major news!

Mr. Jones is donating fifty thousand

dollars worth of first edition

classics to this library.

- What books, do you know?

- We're going to find out very soon,

because his office called to say

that he'll be here to deliver them himself.

- Hi.

- Oh no. - I'm Ellis. - Oh, good.

- Welcome, - Thanks.

- Mr. Jones.

On behalf of the San

Francisco Heritage Society

I'd like to express our sincere

gratitude for your most generous gift.

I left them in Shipping and Receiving,

but I'm sure they'll be right up.

If you don't mind, we'd like

a photograph of you donating the books.

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

Can you give me one second, though?

Hey, it's me, the know-it-all.

- What are you doing here?

- I got something for you, too.

Some flowers.

Daisy Miller by Henry James.

Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury.

White Oleander, Janet Fitch.

Very clever.

How did you know I work here?

I just joined the Board,

I saw you coming out of our meeting.

You could have mentioned

that in the elevator.

If we'd met in a taller building,

I'd of had time to cover that.

I don't know about you, but...

I'm ready for some donating.

Great, I'll be here.

No way, I'd like for you to accept

books on behalf of the Library.

- Oh, no, I can't do that.

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