The Last of Robin Hood Page #8

and we have to clean up the mess.

But, actually, Bev...

Something has...

come up that might be

a silver lining to all of this.

There's an offer of a book.

It would be about you and me and Errol,

and I've been talking to this writer.

He seems like a good guy

and he says it's a slam dunk.

- Mom, don't.

- What?

Don't do that. Don't talk to him.

- Bev, did you love Errol?

- Of course.

Well, don't you think that you owe to him

to tell the real story of your love?

I mean, all the gutter versions

are out there.

Now is our chance

to set the record straight,

to tell the world what a good man

he was and how much he loved you.

Bev, you're still so young.

When you get to be my age, you realize

that life just goes by in a minute.

This is our chance to make our mark.

All those people that are clucking

their tongues at us,

they don't have what we have.

They don't have our real story.

A love story that will stand

the test of time.

People will know who we are,

a hundred years from now.

But none of that matters

once you're gone.

Look at Errol.

Look at Errol. He is still here,

because he's Robin Hood,

the swashbuckler, and people remember.

Have you signed anything with him?

Not yet.

Well, don't.

- Promise me that you won't.

- Oh, Beverly.

Promise me,

or you'll never see me again.

All right, I promise.

Thank you.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, baby.

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