The City of Your Final Destination Page #9

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Go there.

Go there."

I knew I had to do something.

I wish

I could have done it right.

If there was one thing

I could give you,

it would be for once

to do something right.

Well, you can't just

appear like this,

horribly upsetting everyone

by turning up

in these fantastic ways.

So I should just sit

and do nothing

and suffer

and miss you?

Oh, please, go.

Just go, Omar.

[sobs]

I wanted to give him

his shoe.

Omar.

- Hi, Pete.

- Come in.

Thank you.

I'll get you some dry socks.

Hail to thee, dear boy.

Where have you sprung from?

Come and sit down.

Make yourself warm.

Sit here.

Would you like a drink?

- Please.

- Good.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

You seem to have developed

the habit

of popping up at the most

extraordinary times.

I'm clumsy and a fool.

I used to call myself that.

But now Pete has set us up

as a corporation,

I'm not a fool anymore.

I'm a business.

And how's your business?

I've given it up,

the biography.

I'm not writing it.

Oh.

Well, quite frankly,

it seemed to me

that it was, um-

What was her name?

Deirdre.

It seemed to me

that it was Deirdre's project

more than it was yours.

Before I even came here,

I lost a dog.

And searching for it,

I nearly drowned in a swamp.

And then it happened again.

I lost a dog.

The same dog, Victor.

And looking for him,

I came to the same swamp,

and I thought, "Oh, no.

No, not again."

But I was sinking,

not in that swamp

but in the biography,

my whole life.

Well, I haven't

the foggiest notion

of what you're talking about,

dear boy,

but obviously, you've come

all the way back here

to save yourself from sinking.

Welcome.

Arden told me to leave.

She said

I had no right to come here.

Oh, we're always saying

things we don't mean,

especially in this family.

In fact, we often say

the opposite of what we do mean.

Adam sends me away every day.

He says it's better that way.

Yes, "It's better that way,"

which means,

I can't bear it, but I will.

It's the Jewish mother in me,

you see.

What should I do?

Go and see her again.

But what if she tells me

to leave again?

Then come back here

and tomorrow try again,

and the day after that

and the day after that.

[door slams]

Omar!

Come on.

[people murmuring]

This ought to be good.

Don't forget he was only

Be kind.

[speaking French]

[gasps]

Hang on.

I think I know her.

Excuse me.

Aren't you Caroline Gund?

I'm Deirdre.

We met in-

Ocho Rios, of course.

How could I forget?

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

This is Tim.

Hello, nice to meet.

Do you live here in Madrid?

No, no, we're just visiting.

We live in New York.

Really?

So do I.

I teach at Columbia.

Do you ever hear from them?

I do occasionally.

They all seem very happy.

They've turned the land

into vineyards.

And there's a baby.

A baby?

A boy or a girl?

A girl.

A little sister for Portia.

And they still keep bees.

Oh.

Those bees?

It's a business now.

They sell the honey.

How funny to meet you

like this after all these years,

and we both

live in New York now.

Well.

Good-bye.

Who's that?

That's a crazy story.

- She's not very-

- Give me a second.

Caroline.

Call me.

I'm in the phone book.

The only Deirdre Rothemund,

West 84th.

[applause]

So who was that?

Someone I met once

in Uruguay, of all places,

three years ago.

[lively orchestral music begins]

What were you doing

in Uruguay?

I was sent for.

A friend needed me.

Did you know

that a bee sting can be fatal?

Was it fatal?

Did he die?

No.

He recovered.

But it a profound

psychological effect.

[orchestral music continues]

Will you call her?

She's friendlier

than I remember.

What happened?

It's a long story.

Tell me.

Shh.

I'll tell you later.

[orchestral music continues]

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