The Notebook Page #4

What am I going

to do in New York?

Be with me?

Yeah.

I don't know.

We don't got to figure all this

out tonight, ya know?

We'll finish out the summer and we'll

see what happens.

You saying you want

to break it off?

What I'm saying we see how it goes

later on.

Are you breaking up

with me?

I don't see

how it's gonna work.

I see...

Please don't do this.

You don't mean it.

Oh hell, well if you're

going to do it,

why wait until

the summer ends, huh?

Why don't you

just do it, right now?

Huh?

Come on.

- Come on.

- What are you doing?

Do it!

Do it!

Do it right now.

Do it!

Stop it!

Oh!

You know what? I'm gonna do it.

It's over.

Okay? It's over.

- Come here.

- Don't touch me.

I hate you,

I hate you.

I'm gonna go.

Why don't you, why don't you

just go. Get out.

Leave!

Go! Go!

No, no, just wait a minute. We're not

really breaking up, are we?

Come on.

This is just a fight

we're having,

and tomorrow it will be

like it never happened, right?

- Going?

- Gone.

Well, she must have

been devastated.

She was.

He was only trying

to do the right thing.

Yeah.

But what he really should have done

is just told those parents

to go to hell.

Just stick it

where the sun don't shine.

Yeah, you're right,

probably should have.

The next day,

Allie woke up

to find her world

completely changed.

What's going on?

We're going home.

- We're going now?

- Mm-hmm.

No, we're not supposed to be leaving

for another week.

Get dressed and then come and have

some breakfast, dear.

Willow will pack

your things.

Why, I'd be happy to pack your things,

Miss Allie.

I don't want

you to pack my things.

I don't want you to touch my stuff.

I'm not going.

- Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, Allie, you are.

- No, I'm not.

Allie, you are going whether

you like it or not.

Now, even if Aaron

has to throw you over his shoulder

and drag you the whole way,

you're going.

Excuse me.

- All right, let's go.

- Come on.

We have to have all these

done by lunch.

Come on, get on!

You shouldn't be standing around.

Here we go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Fin!

Where's Noah?

He's out

delivering a load.

- What's going on?

- I'm leaving town.

- Leaving?

- Yeah.

- When?

- Now, right now... like today.

Look, I need you to tell Noah

something, okay?

I need you

to tell him that I love him.

And tell him

that I'm sorry for everything, okay?

Look, I was up all night

with him, Allie.

I've never seen him

so low.

It's over. Don't make it any harder

than it already is.

No! No, it's not over.

Fin, we had a fight

last night.

No, we said some things we didn't mean,

but it's not over.

- It is over.

- No.

Leave it alone.

Let it go.

I'm coming.

Mama, I'm coming!

- Look, he understands.

- But...

It's hard,

but he really does.

Summer's over

and it's time to go home.

If he wants to talk to you,

he'll write. If not?

Okay.

Okay, can you just... can you just

tell him that I love him, then?

- Can you do that?

- I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Bye, Fin.

She's gone.

Summer romances end

for all kinds of reasons.

But when all

is said and done,

they have

one thing in common:

They are shooting stars...

a spectacular moment

of light in the heavens,

a fleeting glimpse

of eternity.

And in a flash,

they're gone.

Noah was desperate.

He wrote to Allie

that he was sorry and stupid

for breaking up

with her.

He wrote to tell her that he still loved

her, and he wanted to see her.

And that if she would write back,

he would come to wherever she was.

He wrote one letter

a day for a year...

365 letters,

but they all

went unanswered.

Hey Fred!

Nothing?

Sorry.

All right,

thank you.

Finally, after a year

of silence,

he decided to put it all behind him

and start a new life.

So he wrote

a farewell letter

And he and Fin

packed their bags

and headed for Atlanta.

Noah! Noah!

Noah!

Come on,

listen to this!

A state of war has existed

between

the United States and the...

The Constitution

of the United States,

against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

Noah and Fin

enlisted together.

And after two years

of chasing Rommel

through

the North African desert,

they were deployed

to Patton's Third Army in Europe.

Go!

Fin!

Do I contradict myself?

Very well then,

I contradict myself.

Allie was in her

third year of college

when she volunteered

as a nurse's aid.

To her, the broken men

with shattered bodies,

who filled the ward

were all Noah.

Or someone who fought

beside him in the jungle

or frozen

snow swept road.

I'm gonna lift you up.

Ready?

There we go.

Now, I'm gonna bring

this leg over.

- Set it on the stool.

- All right.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Miss, can I

ask you a question?

Hmm?

I noticed that you

aren't wearing a ring.

And I was wondering

if I could take you out.

- Excuse me?

- On a date.

Now, before you go

and say no,

I'll have you know that

I am an excellent dancer

and my intentions

are completely dishonorable.

Okay, okay

"Casanova," come on.

Let's just

get you better,

then we'll talk

about a date, okay?

Would you get

a load of him?

Oh my gosh,

he is dreamy.

- What is he doing here?

- Mmm.

He's staring at you.

Oh, miss?

I'm all better.

Now, how's

about that date?

Allie was surprised

how quickly

she fell in love

with Lon Hammond.

He was handsome, smart,

funny, sophisticated

and charming.

Hey!

He also came from

old Southern money,

and was

fabulously wealthy.

What?

# Hya! #

Oh, what's happening?

- Where you going?

- Where they going?

- See you later, sweetheart.

- Oh dear, look at that.

Allie, I've been thinking a lot about

why we shouldn't get married.

Okay, I give up,

why shouldn't we get married?

Well see, that's the thing,

I couldn't think of anything at first.

And then, it just dawned on me.

Your parents...

- My parents?

- Absolutely.

- Your old mom and dad.

Thank you for that.

Mom?

You see, the problem is

that they love me.

- I'm exactly the type of man

- They do.

- they want you to end up with.

- Really?

You know, I'm wealthy,

I'm from the South, I got a decent job.

You know, I'm an incredible dancer,

I'm a really smart guy.

You look great.

- I like to think...

- So what's the problem, huh?

- Now just this, if you marry me...

- Mm-hmm.

Now listen close.

- If you marry me...

- Mm-hmm.

then you will have lost a life long

battle of defiance against them.

Oh my goodness,

what are we going to do?

- I do not know.

- Huh!

Hey, band,

you feeling all right?

# Hey, band,

you feeling all right?! #

# Ooh bop sha bam,

shi bimmy bop #

- # Oh bop sha bam, shi bimmy bop #

- You say it!

- # Ally ally ally ooh #

- # Ally ally ally ooh #

- # Olly olly olly ooh #

- # Olly olly olly ooh #

- # Whooly ooh #

- # Whooly ooh #

- # Whooly ooh #

- # Whooly ooh #

See Allie, I think...

damn it, I think you have to marry me.

- I think you need to marry me.

- I do?

- Yes you do.

- I do, why?

Because if you do,

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