The Time Traveler's Wife Page #2

Then you seem just like everybody else.

Except you're stranded and all alone,

just waiting to disappear.

CLARE:

But you get to see people from the past.

People who are gone, like your mom.

Yeah, but the thing is,

you can't change what happens to them.

I've tried. It just happens anyway.

HENRY:
It's nice. Hey.

- And this is Charisse, my roommate.

- Hi.

CLARE:
My best friend.

- And our excellent cook for tonight.

- Welcome.

Because I don't cook.

Well, you should know that going in. She's

a lovely girl, but she can't cook toast.

- Gomez?

- Yeah, short for Gomolinski.

It's really nice to meet you.

We didn't wanna meet you, but seems to be

the only way to catch a glimpse of Clare.

CHARISSE:

Please ignore Gomez.

- Do you want some wine?

- No, thanks.

Do you want some water?

- Yeah, sure.

- Yeah?

You didn't tell me how cute he was.

He's not that cute.

Doesn't talk much either.

I couldn't get anything out of him

except he's a librarian.

Well, maybe if you would stop

interrogating him...

You never had a boyfriend.

You spend every minute with the guy.

- Wondering what the draw is.

- Leave her alone.

She's codependent. You thought

she was gonna dodge that bullet?

I don't know.

I just think he's not that cute.

All right,

so can we put the potatoes in yet?

Or do you wanna wait

until the vegetables are done?

CHARISSE:
Where's the pan?

GOMEZ:
How do I know?

CHARISSE:
You can help.

GOMEZ:
I don't even live here.

CHARISSE:
You...

GOMEZ:
First, I'm a man.

Second of all, I'm a guest here.

Are you reading my diary?

Told you that was private.

- I didn't read it.

- Well, it kind of looked like you did.

I was trying to find the dates.

The dates that I go to see you.

So I could tell the little girl in the

meadow. If I'm that important to her...

...I wanted to tell her when I was coming

to see her so she wouldn't have to wait.

Christ, I'm sorry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I should go.

I'd like you to stay.

[CROWD MURMURING]

WOMAN:

You were there all night.

MAN 1:
Come on, kick his ass.

MAN 2:
Guys, check this out.

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 3:
Come on, he's a fag. Kick his ass.

MAN 4:
Oh, no.

Come on.

[GRUNTING]

Hey, hey, hey. Break it up, break it up.

- Henry.

- Gomez.

What are you doing?

Goddamn homophobe.

Dude, what in the hell are you wearing?

- What's the date?

- What do you mean, "what's the date?"

- What year?

- What do you mean, "what year?"

- Forget it. I gotta get some clothes.

- Yeah, the pink's not working for you. Hey.

GOMEZ:
What are you doing now?

- Picking a lock.

GOMEZ:
Huh?

- Close the door.

You wanna tell me what the hell's

going on here? What are you on?

Seriously.

Hey, you know, if you have a problem,

maybe I can help.

Yeah, right.

I don't give a sh*t about you,

but Clare I care about.

- Why don't you tell me what this is about?

- You wanna know? I'm gonna tell you.

Because you and I are gonna be friends

for a long time.

You might as well know now.

- Know what?

- I look older, right?

That's because I am.

I've come back to this night

from the future.

I'm a time traveler.

Oh, my God, you are out of your mind.

Started when I was 6 years old.

I have fits. I disappear.

I travel through time.

I've come to this night from 2003.

What year is this?

- 1995. I don't like this.

- I get dislocated in time.

I never know when it's gonna happen

or where I'm gonna end up.

I have to break and enter,

steal clothes from the first person I see.

You name it, I've done it.

Uh-huh.

There's something wrong with you.

Yeah, there is.

But I care about Clare more than you can

imagine, so don't worry about that.

GOMEZ:

Whoa, hey, I'm reassured.

Listen, in the future,

do Charisse and I get married?

Do I go bald? Does Charisse go bald?

I'm not gonna tell you things

about your life.

- Knowing stuff in advance makes you crazy.

- You're full of sh*t, you know that?

- You won't think that in a minute.

- Yeah? Why's that?

[SIGHS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Charisse is out.

- Henry here?

- No, he's at the library.

- Don't marry him, Clare.

- What?

- Just don't marry Henry, okay?

- You know, he hasn't asked me yet.

- Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

I love him.

Here. Come here.

I saw him last night at the Vic.

Barrel of laughs. First, he beats up a guy,

then we burglarize the Army-Navy store.

And then he tells me

that he's a time traveler.

You know,

because he travels through time.

And did you believe him?

Um...

Not until he disappeared

right in front of me, you know?

Like, he just disappeared.

Yeah, it's a problem.

- Are you saying you know about this?

- I've known for a very long time.

Okay, I don't know

what the hell's going on, all right?

I don't need to know how the whole thing

works, because I don't care.

But, uh, just presuming for a second that

we're not all out of our fricking minds...

...whatever Henry has, it's, uh...

It's not good.

I've been waiting for him my entire life,

and now he's here.

I mean, it's already happened.

I couldn't even change it if I wanted to.

Well, you're worse off than I thought.

[CLARE CHUCKLES]

Maybe I am.

MAN:

That guy stole my wallet. My wallet!

[SIGHS]

That guy stole my wallet. Hold the train.

Excuse me.

- Are you Annette DeTamble?

- Yes.

I love you.

I mean, your work. Your SINGING.

You have a great voice.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

People don't usually recognize me.

Not on the subway, anyway. Ha, ha.

My name's Henry.

How funny.

I have a son named Henry.

But he's just 3.

I met a girl.

And since I've been with her, I feel safe.

I haven't felt that way for a long time.

Not since I was a kid.

I wish she could hear you sing.

Maybe she will one day.

I'm really glad I met you.

I'm glad I met you too.

[CHUCKLES]

Make sure that girl knows

how you feel about her.

Your son loves you very much.

I know.

HENRY:

Hello?

Dad?

What are you doing here?

I was worried.

I called you several times.

I've been ill.

Yeah.

- I called the orchestra.

- Hmm.

They told me you've been on sick leave

since September.

August.

Makes it hard to play the violin.

HENRY:

That's not gonna help.

Sure it does.

- Want one?

- No.

I don't drink anymore.

Pity.

It was our one shared enthusiasm.

First thing we gotta do is get someone

in here to clean the place up.

Make you some meals.

I mean, do you even eat?

I mean, do you want me

to come around more often?

Take you to the doctor?

- Help pay some bills? What?

- No.

No? "No" to what, everything?

Or just some of that?

Get your own life in order before

you start telling me how to live mine.

I'm getting married.

Who would marry you?

- Does she know about...?

- She knows everything about me.

Everything.

Her name's Clare.

Clare Abshire. She's an artist.

I'd really like to give her

Mom's wedding and engagement rings.

That's why I'm here.

And I think Mom would really like that.

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