You've Got Mail Page #7

What if he showed up,

took one look at me and left?

Not possible.

Maybe there was a subway accident.

Absolutely.

A train got trapped underground

with him inside.

And no phone.

KATHLEEN:
You know how those

express trains create suction.

He got sucked onto the tracks.

The third rail.

CHRISTINA:

He's toast.

What happened?

He was unable to make it.

He stood you up?

Maybe he had a car accident.

Those cab drivers are maniacs.

They hit something and you slam

into that plastic partition.

Or his elbows could be in splints,

so he couldn't dial.

Or he could be unconscious.

In a coma.

Stuck in intensive care.

With a heart monitor beeping.

And like...

- No phone.

- No phone.

What?

What are you saying?

It could be.

He was arrested

two blocks from the caf.

Is there a picture?

So that explains it.

He was in jail.

And there was a phone.

He only got one call,

so he called his lawyer.

You are so lucky.

You could be dead.

He couldn't be the Rooftop Killer.

Remember when you thought

Frank might be the Unabomber?

Well... That was different.

How long did you sit there all alone?

- Not long. Joe Fox came in.

- Joe Fox?

I don't want to talk about it.

Let's get to work.

There's got to be something to do.

There's always something to do.

GEORGE:
Look at this.

CHRISTINA:
He looks kind of cute.

[DOOR BELL RINGS]

BIRDIE:

So?

He was unavoidably detained.

BIRDIE:

He stood you up?

KATHLEEN:

I've been thinking about you.

Last night I went to meet you,

and you weren't there.

I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish.

And as I waited,

someone else showed up.

A man who has made

my professional life a misery.

And an amazing thing happened.

I was able, for the first time...

...to say the exact thing

I wanted to say...

...at the exact moment

I wanted to say it.

And of course, afterwards I felt terrible...

...just as you said I would.

I was cruel, and I'm never cruel.

Though I hardly believe

what I said mattered to this man.

To him, I am just a bug to be crushed.

But what if it did?

No matter what he's done to me,

there is no excuse for my behavior.

Anyway...

...I so wanted to talk to you.

I hope you have a good reason

for not being there last night.

You don't seem like the kind of person

who'd do something like that.

The odd thing about this

form of communication...

...is that you're more likely to talk

about nothing than something.

But I just want to say...

...that all this nothing has meant

more to me than so many...

...somethings.

So thanks.

MALE AOL VOICE:

Goodbye.

JOE:

I am in...

...Vancouver.

I was stuck in a meeting

which I couldn't get out of...

...and...

...the electricity went out.

And...

...we were trapped...

...on the 38th floor.

And the telephone system blew too.

Amazingly enough.

Dear friend:

I cannot tell you

what happened last night.

But I beg you

from the bottom of my heart...

...to forgive me for not being there.

For what happened.

I feel terrible that you

found yourself in a situation...

...that caused you additional pain.

But I'm absolutely sure...

...that whatever you said last night

was provoked.

Even deserved.

Everyone says things they regret

when they're worried or stressed.

You were expecting to see

someone you trusted...

...and met the enemy instead.

The fault is mine.

Someday I'll explain everything.

Meanwhile...

...I'm still here.

Talk to me.

Did he say anything about

wanting to meet you again?

No, not really.

Listen, it doesn't matter.

We'll just be like George Bernard Shaw

and Mrs. Patrick Campbell.

We'll write letters our whole lives.

BIRDIE:
Thank you for the scones.

They look lovely.

Birdie, where was this one taken?

Seville.

KATHLEEN:
When you fell madly in love?

BIRDIE:
Yes.

So, dearie, what have you decided to do?

Close. We're going to close.

Close.

Closing the store is the brave thing to do.

You are such a liar. But thank you.

You are daring to imagine that

you could have a different life.

I know it doesn't feel like that.

You feel like a big, fat failure now.

But you're not.

You are marching into

the unknown, armed with...

...nothing.

Have a sandwich.

Not nothing. I have a little money saved.

If you need more, ask me. I'm very rich.

I bought Intel at six.

I suppose you want me

to tell you who it was...

...I fell madly in love with.

But I'm not going to tell.

Who was it, Birdie?

Come on, tell. Uch. That's so mean.

But so romantic.

BIRDIE:
It wasn't meant to be.

- Why not?

He ran Spain.

Spain?

The country, he ran it. It was his job.

And then he died.

Just as well.

Milk or lemon?

She fell in love with

Generalissimo Franco.

Don't say that.

We don't know that for sure.

Who else could it have been?

It was around 1960.

- Do you want some popcorn?

- I can't believe this.

It's not like he was something normal,

like a socialist or an anarchist.

It happened in Spain.

People do stupid things

in foreign countries.

They buy leather jackets

for much more than they're worth.

But they don't fall in love

with fascist dictators.

[WHISPERING]

Birdie is a very special person to me.

She is practically my surrogate mother.

[WHISPERING]

She's out of her mind.

She is not.

I could never be with anybody who

doesn't take politics as seriously as I do.

WOMAN:

Do you mind?

A hot dog is singing.

You need quiet

while a hot dog is singing?

I have something to tell you, Frank.

- I didn't vote.

- What?

In the last mayoral election...

...when Rudy Giuliani was running

against Ruth Messinger...

...I went to get a manicure.

And forgot to vote.

Since when do you get manicures?

I suppose you could never be with

a woman who got manicures?

It's okay. I forgive you.

You forgive me?

Excuse me, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

This has been a big week.

You're closing the store.

No, it's not that. Really, it's not.

I know, I know. That was terrible of me.

What was terrible?

Jumping all over you when I'm the one...

I don't even know how to say this.

What is it?

What?

You're a wonderful person.

So are you.

And I'm so honored that

you'd want to be with me...

...because you wouldn't be with

anyone who wasn't truly worthy.

- I feel exactly the same way.

- No, God, don't...

Don't say that.

That makes it worse.

What?

You don't love me.

Me either.

You don't love me?

No.

But we're so right for each other.

I know. I know.

Well, is there someone else?

Oh. That woman on television,

Sidney Ann.

Uh... Nothing has happened, but...

Is she a Republican?

I can't help myself.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

What about you? Is there someone else?

No.

No, but...

But there is the dream of someone else.

WOMAN 1:

Grab a copy of The Trumpet of the Swan.

This is a tragedy.

MAN:
These chairs for sale?

GEORGE:
Anything not nailed down.

CHRISTINA:

Ten dollars, it's yours.

WOMAN 2:

What are you going to do now?

I don't know. I think I'll take some time.

I'm almost looking forward to it.

WOMAN 2:

Good luck to you.

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