(* The Pogues: Love You 'Til The End)
I know I should know this, darling, but are you mad at me?
Baby. Holly. (grunts)
I did something, right? I did something bad, right?
Should I know what it is?
Or is it something maybe you just think I did?
No, no. I did it. I did it.
It was a bad, bad thing I did, and I'm so sorry, luv.
Holly, come on, will you?
Holly, wait. Baby...
(panting) ...you have to let me in on it.
Are you waiting until we're in the apartment before you talk to me?
Are you gonna make me sleep in the bathtub again?
- (man) I don't know what I said. - You said it. You know you said it.
I don't know what I said, but I didn't mean it.
- You mean everything you say. - Sometimes I mean nothing
- when I say something. - Something is something.
Most of what I say is something to say.
Men say it's something to say in order to get away with saying something.
- They know they're saying something. - Say what? What did I say?
You said, at my mother's, you would have a baby but I'm not ready.
My mother! You might have said I'm a lesbian.
Well, I am the only man you ever had.
Oh, I dated Timmy Harrison for four months before I met you.
Isn't he a woman now? Ah!
You told my mother I didn't want children!
- I did not. I didn't say that. - Yes, you did.
- Yes, you did. You said exactly that. - I didn't say that you weren't ready
to have a baby. I said that you wanted to wait.
Which means I don't want one now.
- Right. - Thank you.
Wait a minute. I'm confused. Can I get a ruling on this? Anybody?
Not confused. You're wrong. "Holly doesn't wanna have a baby."
We had a plan, Gerry. Wait to have children till we could buy an apartment,
put 25% of each paycheck into a separate account with 6 1/4 interest for 5 years.
- Why didn't you tell my mother that? - (laughs) Each paycheck?
Darling, you only just started getting regular paychecks.
You've quit five jobs in two years, remember?
- I can't work for idiots. - They can't all be idiots.
Yes, they can. They can all be idiots.
Why didn't you tell my mother about the business loan
- you and John took out without asking? - A-ha! You see, you finally said it.
- That's why you're angry. - That's not.
- It's not the reason. - Yes, it is.
- We should have waited. - What are you talking about?
I've been driving limos for four years, Holly.
John and me, we wanna start a business. We buy a few cars, we get a few clients.
That's a career right there. What is your problem?
If it doesn't work out? If we have to live here?
And what about what I want, huh?
I wanna be a real estate agent, showing other people apartments
to buy I can never live in? There may be things I wanna do with my life.
- OK. Like what? - I don't know. Other things.
Then quit, all right?
The job makes you cranky at home every bloody day anyway.
Wanna have a baby? Let's do it.
- See? I hate when you do that. - Ha! Do what?
"Let's have a baby." La-la-la. In a five-floor walk up,
I'd have to change diapers on the windowsill.
You have to have a plan. You can't act like everything's just gonna work out.
Why do I have to be the responsible grown-up who worries?
Why can't I be the cute, carefree Irish guy who sings all the time?
Because you can't sing without making dogs bark.
Look, Holly, people have babies with no money all the time.
If you're worried about it, why don't you stop buying designer clothes?
I buy everything on eBay.
It doesn't count when you're wearing Marc Jacobs from Minneapolis.
Do you want to have a baby?
- Do you? - Yes, I do.
- See? - See what?
I know what you're saying when you don't say it.
Oh, yeah. The two conversations thing.
One we're having, one you think we're having.
You said that because you're mad at me for not wanting children yet
and because I'm no fun anymore
and because we don't have enough hot, nasty sex
because I'm bitching. That's what you're saying.
Why don't you just be honest and say it? Say what you mean.
All right.
I wish we had more hot, nasty sex.
Or the other kind is fine.
What you're really saying is this isn't the life you wanted.
Well, that's not what I'm saying. Is that what you're saying?
And what if this is it, Gerry? What if this is all there is to our life?
- What do you mean? - It means this is it.
We're a couple who own a limo company,
who may or may not have children, end of story.
- What other story do you want? - I don't know.
What do you want, Hol? What?
Because I'm tired of trying to figure it out.
You want a bigger apartment? I'll take a second job.
You want a child, you don't want a child. What?
I know what I want because I have it in my hands right now.
Do you? Do you know what you want?
Because you better tell me now if I'm not it.
Or what? You gonna leave?
- Want me to leave? - If you wanna leave.
- Don't use me as an excuse. - If you want me to.
- Leave if you wanna. Go ahead. - Don't push me.
- You wanna leave, just say goodbye. - Oh, that's me bollocks!
- Stop acting bilingual. - Oh, kiss me arse.
Kiss mine in English!
(door slams)
(door opens)
Are we finished now, luv? Can I come back?
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, luv. (groans) - It's all right.
I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing to your mother.
God, I still get nervous around her.
I still think after nine years, she doesn't like me.
- I know I'm being stupid. - No, you're not being stupid, baby.
- She doesn't like you. - Really?
I thought deep down, she loved me.
No, she doesn't. I was 19 when we got married.
And you corrupted me with sex and charm,
and the longer it takes to make your fortune, less sexy and charming you are.
- (sighs) - What? What are you looking for?
Me balls. They were hanging there a minute ago.
My mother said it was a mistake marrying you because I loved you too much.
"It won't last." I don't wanna make any mistakes, Gerry.
Well, you're in the wrong species, luv. Be a duck.
(moaning) My baby.
We're not a mistake just because we don't have any money.
And we are gonna last.
You know how I know?
Because I still wake up every morning
and the first thing I want to do is see your face.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I see people buying bigger apartments and having babies.
I get so afraid that our life's never gonna start.
No. Baby.
We're already in our life. It's already started. This is it.
You have to stop waiting, baby.
And Hol, you can't keep eating me head off, telling me to leave.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not your dad...
...or don't you know that yet?
I should get my shoes. They're all over the place.
They're gonna think I don't love them.
(* Kerry Brown: Trouble)
(Holly laughing)
(Holly) Whoo!
Shake it, baby. Do the stomach shake.
Whoo! (laughing)
Oh, ow! Ow! Ooh, my eye. I'm blind.
Oh, I just wanna lick your little Glaswegian chocolate.
OK. I can't believe I'm in love with a leprechaun.
- Oh, wait. The light. You were up last. - No.
- You were up last. - But I'm not up now, am I?
- Look, I'm injured. Ow, my eye. - God. A pain in me hole.
That's a good girl.
Oh, come get back to bed or I'll start without you.
- Ow! Ow! Shit. - You OK?
Shit, no! My toe! Ow!
I tell you what. Someone should get a light that side of the bed.
(laughing)
- I'll get my next husband to do it. - Oh, come here.
- (laughing) - Next husband. Come here, you.
I'm sorry I lose my mind sometimes. Did it hurt you? Let me look.
Will you shut up and kiss me, OK?
Crazy bitch. Pain in me hole.
(* Camera Obscura: Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken)
Oh, Daniel, we forgot those Thanksgiving decorations.
- Take them down? - Sure, Mrs Reilly.
- Where do you want them? - Patricia. In the skinny closet.
- Have you got the key? - No, I don't.
I'll make you a set next week.
Ask Gerry's drivers to close the curtains, will you?
Sure.
- Oh, John. - Oh, Denise.
Hi. Do I have to help?
- No, you do not have to help. - Good.
- Sharon, you look great. - Hi. So do you.
- Am I late? - No. This is gorgeous.
Wait till you see Gerry. You're gonna die.
Oh, yeah?
Well, as Gerry would say, "Let's get this party started."
Gerry Kennedy did not want a lot of words. He preferred music.
He was a unique young man,
as you can see by the urn he had designed by the love of his life,
his wife, Holly.
His life may be over for now, but we can still hear it.
He lives in us forever in our hearts,
like his favourite song.
(* The Pogues (featuring Kirsty MacColl): Fairytale of New York)
* You scumbag, you maggot You cheap, lousy faggot
* Happy Christmas, your arse I pray God it's our last
* The boys of the NYPD choir
* Still singing Galway Bay
* And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
Oh! Mom! How you doing?
- Ciara. - Oh, sis, good to see you.
Oh, good to hold you.
Hello, Gerry.
(* Nick Pagliari: Safe and Sound)
(laughter)
- Hi, I'm Denise. - Matt.
- I love your tie. - Oh, thanks.
- Are you single, Matt? - Yes.
- Are you gay? - Yes.
OK.
Did Holly call his parents? Why aren't they here?
I did, spoke to the mother. His father's just had another operation.
- He's not supposed to travel. - So why didn't she come alone?
I mean, it's Ireland, it's not Japan. It was their only son.
Don't ask me.
- Hi. - Hi.
- I like your chain. - Thanks.
- Denise. - George.
- Are you single? - Yes.
- Are you gay? - No.
- Are you working? - No.
- You make a ravishing widow, sis. - Thanks.
I'm so glad you're here, but it's so far. I would've understood.
No, I'm done with Australia. Besides, Gerry wrote me. I had to.
He wrote you?
Yeah, a couple months ago. Probably because of Mom.
He knew I'd have melodrama for her to play with
while you pull yourself together.
Can I get you anything?
- Sorry about your loss. - Thanks.
- How did he die? - A brain tumour.
Nice!
So that's a great looking urn.
I wish I were that creative.
I... I buried my dog in a stereo box.
It's not the same.
(Ciara laughing)
- I love your suit. - Thanks.
- Are you single? - Yes.
- Are you gay? - No.
- Are you working? - Yes.
- Denise. - Sam.
(sighs)
When Gerry and I went to a bank to apply for a business loan,
I was a little nervous. Gerry told me:
"Relax, these people are never gonna give us the money,
- so we might as well have some fun." - (laughter)
- No, don't clean. - No, I have to do something.
I can't talk anymore.
- Stay with us while your sister's here? - No.
I think...
You know, I think I should be home.
I think I need to be... home.
Well, this is your home, too, you know.
But that's good. Get back on your feet. That's a good thing.
(Gerry on phone) Hey, it's Gerry. Rent a Galway Limo. Leave a message.
- (phone rings) - (answering machine beeps)
(Patricia) Holly? It's Mom. Are you all right? Are you showering?
Don't make me worry. Please call.
(Sharon) it's hard, but don't lock yourself in. It's been over a week.
- I'm here, OK? - (Denise) I buzzed your apartment.
Nobody's heard from you. Where are you? All right, call somebody. I love you.
I'll make him pay for it. I will.
Whatever you do I can do more, because I know how to fight better.
Why can't I be Bette Davis?
(Gerry) The job makes you cranky at home every bloody day, anyway.
- You wanna have a baby? Let's do it. - (Holly) See? I hate when you do that.
- (Gerry) Do what? - (Holly) Let's have a baby.
In a walk up we can barely move in.
You can't act like everything's gonna work out by itself.
Why do I have to be the responsible grown-up who worries?
Lf you're killed, I'll be free. If I'm killed, it really doesn't matter.
If we both die, good riddance!
(man) Go ahead, crash him. Crash him!
(sighs)
Gerry, get the light. It's your turn.
(Gerry) * I just want to see you when you're all alone
* I just want to catch you if I can
* I just want to be there
* When the morning light explodes
* On your face it radiates
* I can't escape I love you till the end
Do all Irishmen sing?
* I'll love you till the end
Eh, only the really well-hung ones.
- I can't fall asleep alone. - I'm right here, baby.
- I had a terrible dream. - Don't tell me.
Gerry, I don't want to go back to work.
What should I do?
Quit. Stay here with me.
I don't have a plan, Gerry.
That's OK, love, your plans never work out, anyway.
(sighs) That's true.
(* Judy Garland: The Man That Got Away)
(Holly) * And all because
* Of the man that got away
* No more his eager call
* The writing's on the wall
* The dreams you dreamed
* Have all gone astray
* The man that won you
* Has run off and undone you
* That great beginning
* Has seen that final inning
* Don't know what happened
* it's all a crazy game
* No more of that all-time thrill
* For you've been through the mill
* And never a new love
* Will be the same
* Good riddance, goodbye *
Whoo!
(all) Happy birthday!
- (horn toots) - You're 30!
Hey, Holly, these were falling out of your mailbox.
What is that smell?
I wasn't expecting company. Mom, don't clean.
- I'm not. I'll organise the garbage. - We did try to call first.
- Are you drunk? - No.
- Do you wanna be? - Ciara!
- What happened to your head? - Pimple.
- You're not showering? - You squeeze it too hard!
- What is that smell? - It's me, all right?
- Hey, hey, don't be like that. - Like what?
Like the only Ionely widow in Gotham City.
I'm just... exhausted.
Yeah, well, what are you doing, two shows a night?
You know, if you want us to leave, that's fine,
but you do know that at some point, this all has to stop.
All right.
Just give me a second, OK? I'll get cleaned up.
- OK, troops, let's sweep the area. - Yes.
I haven't called the office. Are they mad?
Nah. There's no rush.
Even, uh, Larry said take all the time you need.
- The job is there when you're ready. - That was nice.
- He's an asshole. - He's still an asshole.
Do you think it'll be all right if I stop my life right here?
Become the Miss Havisham of the Lower East side.
Never leave my apartment till I'm old. Sit in my wedding dress.
- Never had. - With a piece of wedding cake.
Which you never had. You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol.
Losing your mind is not a luxury for middle class.
- That's so not fair. - No, it's not.
Uh, Holly? Something's been delivered for you.
What is this?
I... I don't understand.
- Did you do this? - No.
Wait a minute.
John, tell me the truth. Did you do this?
No. I knew nothing, I swear.
(music plays)
(Gerry) Hey, baby. Surprise.
I know this probably feels a little bit morbid,
but I just hate the idea that I'm not gonna be there to see you freak out
over turning 30. I mean, it kills me not to be there.
- (laughs) That's funny. - No, it's not.
OK. No, it's not.
You're gonna be so impressed. I have a plan, baby. Can you believe it?
I've written you letters. Letters that will be coming to you all sorts of ways.
I waited until your birthday because you weren't stepping out of the house.
Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow.
Now, you must do what I say, OK?
OK?
Don't try to figure out how the letters are coming. It's too brilliant,
and it'll ruin my plan. Just go along with me on this.
Because the thing is, I just can't say goodbye yet.
So, for starters,
I want you to get dolled up and just go out and celebrate tonight.
Go out with your girlies.
I hereby free you from a party with your family, especially your mom.
Oh, man, your mom's there, isn't she? Mm. Shit.
Sorry, Patricia.
It isn't that I don't love you. But she needs to get a little crazy.
So have a slice of the bloody cake, put on your party dress
and get out. Denise, make a plan.
- I'm on it! - I'll help.
Just leave me with John, OK?
And know that wherever I am, I'm missing you.
Happy birthday. I love you.
- (* Gia Farrell: Got Me Like Oh) - (whooping)
- Come on. - Look, it's a private gay club.
Yes, but we are on the list. My colourist called and he's gay.
Gay colourist in New York? Sand on the beach.
Listen, Crystal. Don't mess with her. He's a very good colourist.
And she's the princess of Finland.
And she's here on matters of critical political importance.
And she's here to extend the hand of friendship from Finland
to homosexuals throughout the tri-city area.
(men cheering, shouting)
What?
Lee, you're fired.
(house music plays)
OK. Snaps is the name of the game. The name of the game is snaps.
Make sure you pay attention.
Ready?
Have you got it?
- Mariah Carey? - (cheering)
I don't get it.
- Paul. - God, he's been dead, what?
- Fifteen years. - Unbelievable.
- Fifteen? - Remember steve?
- It really still hurts. - He was a good guy.
- Don't be so Miss Doom and Gloom. - You'll be fine, darling.
Snaps is the name of the game. The name of the game is snaps.
- Do you hear me? - Yeah.
Ready? Keep looking.
- (both) Derek Jeter! - (cheering)
- No! - (Denise) This is a stupid game!
Sorry. What are you doing?
Trying to figure out why God killed my husband.
Well, if you need any help with that, let me know.
- Ow. - Sorry.
- Daniel? - Yeah?
- Um, so why do you think...? - Your husband died?
- Yeah. - I don't know.
- Maybe you're being punished. - What?
Being too happy? Too beautiful? God can be a pretty jealous guy.
I don't believe that. Never been too happy, too beautiful.
I think you're hot.
Sorry, I have a syndrome.
I don't really have a filter. I don't pick up on social cues.
You mean you're rude?
Yeah, but now it's a disease I can take medication for.
- Oh. They have pills for rudeness? - I know.
And they can't figure out the Middle East. Go figure.
(laughs)
Hey, you're Irish. Maybe it's an Irish curse or something.
Well, Gerry and I did love the Yankees,
which was pretty much against our religion.
Well, there you go. That explains a lot.
I love the Yankees, too, and I lost my fiancée last year.
- Really? - Yeah, she slept with my best friend.
- She left me. - Aw.
- My best friend was a woman. - Oh.
Her last words to me were, "I'd still be with you if you weren't a man."
And I'm like, "Well, castrating me is definitely the first step
toward achieving that particular goal." It's still my fault. I introduced them.
I always had this fantasy about making love to two women.
In my fantasy, I was still in the bed for the second and third time.
- Sorry. - Then this'll make you feel great.
The best friend that my ex-fiancée slept with was my ex-ex-fiancée,
and she was my business partner, and we started the business with my money.
So I ended up losing the business, my partner and my fiancée.
Oh, how'd you get over that?
I went through, like, a major hooker phase all year.
- But that didn't help. - No, it helped a lot.
I just started to run out of money. It's actually a lot cheaper to date.
Do you think that you're gonna ever find another woman to love?
No.
No, I think I repel the women that I want the most.
- Oh, that's not true. - No?
(gagging)
- No? - (Holly gagging)
Thank you, Daniel.
You can start closing up downstairs.
Right.
(Holly moans)
(cell phone playing musical tune)
What do you want?
- Oh, good. A friendly voice. - Oh...
What happened last night?
Lemon drops and tequila, my friend.
The moment where a 30-year-old body does not recover quite as fast
as a 29-year-old body.
Stop screaming at me. Are you working?
Hell, no. But I told him we're gonna start next week.
You and I are gonna go out starting Monday. Is that OK?
No, I was planning
on staying in bed and dying today.
(laughs) Well, you can't.
You gotta go check the mailbox, remember? Call me immediately.
(Gerry) Save yourself bruises and buy yourself a bedside lamp.
And remember, a disco diva must look her best.
Go buy yourself a knock-out outfit.
- You'll need it for my next letter. - Need it for what?
And I know you hate your job, but I'll help.
Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I love you.
(* Chuck Prophet: No Other Love)
(Holly) I still feel you around.
You're still here, aren't you?
- (man) so who lived here before? - A family. They're having another baby.
- Do you have any children? - Three. Girls. Teenagers.
- That's nice. - Uh-huh.
Sharon says there's another offer on the table
and we have to move, so I say we do it.
(sharon) Offer another hundred, they'll back down.
Well, Vick, maybe we should talk about it.
We don't have time, Ted. We have to tell her today.
- We didn't want to go over... - We love this,
and it is what it is. Nothing else. This is what a good apartment costs.
- We were looking beyond our cap. - I wanna be near the river.
- I am not living in Brooklyn, Ted. - Will you listen to him?
- (both) What? - He's obviously worried about this.
- Look at him. He's pale. - Hol.
You tell me how to talk to my husband?
You shouldn't push if he doesn't wanna do it.
I'll push whatever I want. He's my husband.
- I want this apartment. - Say no, Ted.
It is amazing you are still talking.
- Don't listen to her. - Ted, she's being a tyrant.
She's got your balls on one of those things that clink back and forth.
- Yeah. - You bitch.
- Brat. - Shut up.
- You shut up. - No, you shut up.
- I will end you... - (shouting)
- Know what? I'll tell you something. - Tell me.
I'll talk to him the way I wanna! And I'm not living in Brooklyn!
- Do you know who I am? - What's wrong with Brooklyn, lady?
(doorbell buzzing)
- Are you Holly Kennedy? - Will you sing at me?
- Yes. - No, I'm not.
Don't make this an issue. I gotta sing and deliver a letter.
A letter? What's the song?
- Yah Mo B There. - Give me the letter.
- I could get reported. - The leprechaun union?
You know, I was in an off-Broadway play with Al goddamn Pacino.
I don't need this shit. You want the balloons?
- No. - Fine.
You bastard! There's absolutely no way I'm doing this.
- (Gerry) Yes, you are. - No, I'm not.
- Oh, yes, you are. - Oh, no, I'm not.
Remember the last time?
* All you wanna do is ride around, Sally
* Ride, Sally, ride
* All you wanna do is ride around, Sally
- * Ride, Sally, ride - * Yeah!
* One of these early mornings
* You gonna be wiping those weeping eyes
* Those weeping eyes, yeah *
- Yeah, yeah, yeah! - (cheering)
Whoo! Thank you very much.
Oh, my God. (coughs)
- One more! - OK.
It's time to give somebody else a chance. Who wants a shot?
Anybody else here willing to give it a go? Yourself? No?
Young lady. Come on. Don't be shy.
- What about Holly? - Stop it.
Holly. I don't know about that, John. Holly's my wife, by the way.
My beautiful wife. And I do, I love Holly, I do.
- But she would never have the guts... - (crowd) Ooh!
...to do something like this. Oh, no.
In fact, she ate me head off about coming out tonight.
She had a long day at the office. (snorts) Ah, she'll never do it.
- (crowd yelling) - Yep.
Oh, you think so?
You think she'd get up here? OK, I'll bet you 100 dollars
she doesn't get up on this stage.
(crowd) Ooh!
- Make it two. - (crowd yelling)
(chuckles)
(* Gett Off)
- What is she doing? - Whoa!
That's my wife, the surpriser.
* How can I put this in a way so as to not to offend or unnerve
Holly!
* There's a rumour going around you ain't been getting served
All right.
* They say that you ain't you know what in, baby, who knows how long
* it's hard for me to say what's right when all I wanna do is wrong
* Get off Positions in a one-night stand
* Get off, I'll only call you after if you say I can
* Get off, let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
* Get off, if you want to, baby Here I am, here I am *
- (all shouting) - Oh, God!
(siren wailing)
Some hot coffee.
How do you feel? You look good.
I'm sorry, baby, but I have to say you were really good before you...
My nose is broken, Gerry. My ankle is twisted. Happy?
- Are you mad at me? - I didn't wanna go out tonight
and you made me. I hate karaoke and you forced me to go up there.
Oh, come on, honey. It was nobody's fault.
Oh, come here, baby. Give me a...
Give me a kiss.
(sighs)
Well, how long you gonna be mad for?
(Holly) I never let him off the hook.
Anytime I was mad, I made him feel bad.
I was mad at him when we left that night, because our apartment was small.
- It's so stupid. - Baby, you were married.
Married people make each other feel like shit on purpose.
- Itjust feels good. - Gerry knew you were crazy about him.
He told me all the time.
Well, I wish I would've told him that night.
So tell him now.
It's slightly dirty. Just slightly.
Hey.
Ooh, he's delicious, isn't he?
You could serve coffee on that ass.
Do you have to be so vulgar about men, like they're pieces of meat?
I'm sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
(John laughs) You know, Denise, that's why you're not married.
Women act like men, then they complain men don't want them.
Oh, is that why? Oh.
OK. Because I thought it was something different.
I thought it was that I deserve the best.
And he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women.
And let me be clear.
After centuries of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes
and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand,
I now have the divine right to stare at a man's backside
with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to.
- Well said. - I thought so.
- New York City, how we doing? - Hey, guys, we're here!
- Yay! - Give a welcome to our next singer.
Rumour has it this is her return,
so I want you to put your hands together for Holly.
(applause)
This is for you, Gerry, you son of a bitch.
(giggles)
(* Love You 'Til The End)
* I just wanna tell you nothing
* You don't want to hear
* All I want is for you to say
* Oh, why don't you just take me
* Where I've never been before
* I know you want to hear me catch my breath
* I love you till the end
* I love you till the end *
(applause)
- (* Needtobreathe: More Time) - (indistinct chatter)
OK, let me get this straight.
You're straight, single and you own your own business?
It's my own club. I'm doing a big renovation.
It's gonna open in the spring. I could show it to you.
It's over on Tenth Avenue. Wanna go?
Great.
Yeah. Let me just do one thing first.
Mm!
- What's my name? - Tom.
- Where have you been? - With all the wrong women.
(Denise moans)
- Hey. - Hi.
Hey, Gerry. You lost weight.
Thanks for inviting me.
- You're a terrible singer. - Yes, I am.
I'd be really embarrassed if I were you.
- Did you take your medication today? - No, I thought I'd come here instead.
Say, I'm feeling kinda hungry. You feel like a bite or something to drink?
- No, I'm... I don't think so. - All right.
Thanks.
I don't mean to throw this at you, but what do women want?
I can't figure it out. They want us to ask.
They don't want us to. Want us to make a move, not make a move.
To be on bottom. They want us to be on top.
Use hair products, don't use hair products. What do you people want?
I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to say I told you.
- I swear. - Because it's a sacred secret.
- Sacred secret. - You ready?
- Yeah. I think so. - You sure?
Come here.
We have absolutely no idea what we want.
I knew it!
- I knew that! Son of a bitch! - Ooh! (laughs)
Yeah, um...
Look, if you everjust wanna get out,
just do anything, just...
I'll wait for your call. Um...
Just so you know, I'm not looking for a thing right now.
- I'm just flirting in good faith. - I appreciate that.
Maybe we can defy God and go see a Yankees game.
- Yeah. - (laughs)
We'll be really weird friends, joined by self-pity, bitterness and vomit.
- I'd like that. - Me too.
(Gerry) My leather jacket is for you.
I always loved the way that looked on you.
But the rest of my stuff, you don't need it.
Make some space in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on.
It's time, baby.
P.S. I love you.
I think you're a little bit perverted.
I mean, you bring me to an Irish famine memorial
and we're eating corned beef sandwiches. That's pretty sick.
Gerry thought it was the best way to honour the dead.
You know, show 'em how well we're doing.
I'm sorry I always bring him up.
I'm starting to get a bit sick of it.
(laughter)
(laughs) Now that's a real honest-to-goodness couple there.
Probably been together since the Flood.
We're so arrogant, aren't we?
We're so afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it.
We don't realise what a privilege it is to grow old with someone,
someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder.
Or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.
It's sweet.
It's good, huh?
(laughs)
- (Holly) Can I ask a favour? - (Daniel) sure.
I started bagging Gerry's stuff. Couldn't finish.
I think I need someone who didn't know him to get rid of it all.
(Daniel) I'd be happy to get rid of Gerry.
- Have to say it like that? - Like what?
- What is wrong with you? Take a pill. - What?
What's wrong?
Nothing, I...
I've just never been alone with another man in this apartment besides Gerry.
Want me to stand in the hall? Throw me the boxes.
No. (laughs) That's OK.
Sorry. Um, I'm gonna change.
Um, feel free to look through stuff.
If there's anything of Gerry's you want, just let me know.
OK.
I can't remember the last time somebody held me like this.
Did you find a new husband yet?
Shut up.
Where have you been?
- I haven't felt you around lately. - Oh, please.
I have been so around.
I can feel you hugging me.
That's because I am.
You look great.
This is the one.
- Are you Barbara? - Yes, may I help you?
I hope so.
You're his wife.
He was here?
So I don't understand. You're taking a vacation?
It's a trip. Gerry planned the whole thing for me and sharon and Denise.
Do you think it's the best time to vacation?
Gerry made all the arrangements. I have to go.
(Patricia) Have you spoken to Daniel?
- You were spending time together. - We're just friends.
I've stood by and not said anything about this,
- but I think it's time it stopped. - What do you mean?
It's not healthy. Gerry's not gonna be able to keep this up forever, is he?
His life ended, and so will his letters.
You're gonna have to face things on your own.
It was a gift from Gerry. And how can you say that?
My husband was 35 years old. He wasn't supposed to die.
But he did. It was awful. It's what happens.
But his death is a part of your life now. And you have to deal with it.
Stop saying that like I'm not dealing with it. I am.
How? By waiting for a letter from a dead husband?
Taking a vacation? When your father left, I had two children to support.
- Excuse me for not having any children. - That's not how I meant it.
Your father leaving was just as devastating.
But I did what I needed to do and got on with it.
- It's not the same thing. - Why not?
My husband died. He was taken. He didn't wanna go, he didn't wanna leave.
Yes, my husband wanted to leave.
And it's so much easier being abandoned by choice, is it?
I've had my say. I won't say anymore.
So where's he sending you?
Oh, my God. Get the bags.
- Right. - She just elbowed me.
If that's an indication of how this trip's gonna be, I won't have it.
- (straining) - Is that her bag?
Is that her bag? Leave it. Don't take it in.
Holly?
- This is heavy. - I know.
(sharon) Holly!
Look.
"Hey, Big Mama. Make sure my baby has a good time.
Make sure you and John do everything you wanna do,
whenever you wanna do it.
And make sure my baby does things. (laughs)
- I want you to take her fishing." - Oh, God.
He's been wanting to get me on a lake since forever.
"And be sure to give yourself a big, sweaty pony-boy kiss from me."
Jerk. He will never let me forget my bachelorette party.
- Joey the Pony Boy. Tony. - Tony.
I remember him. I bet I have a letter, too.
- Where'd he hide one for me? - Bedroom.
(Denise) "Denise, take Holly to Whelan's, my favourite pub.
There's beautiful music to be heard, beautiful people to be around.
And Denise, you're going to heaven for being my baby's friend.
I'm making all the arrangements up here for you.
Got a few hot men lined up.
I hear Ben Franklin's hung like a race horse. Love you."
- I don't know how you do this. - Let me see it.
(sharon) What?
He didn't leave me a letter.
Well, probably didn't love you as much as us.
(indistinct chatter)
Three minutes.
Oh, my God, look at that. Look at that!
Oh, my God.
(playing acoustic guitar)
Please let me buy him as a souvenir.
(cheering)
(all) He's coming this way!
How long has it been?
How long has what been?
How long has it been?
(sharon) Oh, yeah.
You're gonna go talk to him. Oh, yeah.
You just heard him play, say how much you like it, flatter him. Go.
- We don't have those in the states! - Go, go!
- You're ready. - Go! Do it for us. Go on.
- (sharon) Where'd she go? - What are you doing? Go ahead!
I'm an old married widow.
Oh, you've got much better stuff than those tarts. You're experienced.
You're American. You've got exotic stuff going.
Nothing exotic about an American.
- He doesn't know that. - Just take it off.
- No! No! No! - Yes, yes!
- Do what we say. - I'm gonna hurt you.
- I'm gonna pull your hair. - You look hot.
- Fix your hair. - You're so sexy! Go!
Hot! Do it!
(Holly) Hi.
(chuckling) I just wanted to say I really loved your music.
You're beautiful. (laughing) I mean, sorry...
Your music... is beautiful.
Thanks, um...
- Holly. - William.
- You're American? - Yep. (laughs)
- And what brings you to Ireland? - Holiday.
Oh, well, um, with my girlfriends.
(both) Hi!
Good. Good to have you here.
Thanks.
I have one more song to play. Will you stay and have a listen?
It's an American song about a local girl. I think you'll like it.
- Sure. - Good.
Grand.
So I'll see you after, then?
Sure!
Um...
This is an American song dedicated to Holly.
I hope you enjoy it.
* Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk of a day-i-ay-i-ay
* I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
* Of a fine soft day-i-ay-i-ay
* And I ask you, friend Well, what's a fella to do
* 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
* And I knew right then I'd be takin'a whirl
* Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
That's a very nice jacket!
(Holly) I won it in a bet.
* We were halfway there when the rain came down of a day-i-ay-i-ay
* And she asked me up to her flat downtown on a fine soft day-i-ay
* And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do
* 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue *
Enough of this.
(cheering)
Why does he want me to remember things that make it harder?
- It's cruel. - I don't know, baby.
I don't think he means to be cruel.
What does he mean?
I don't know.
Come on, let's go. We're taking you back.
I think you should find William.
No! I left without saying anything. He must think I'm an idiot.
You're an American. They expect us to be idiots.
Don't push her. She's not ready, she's not ready.
Although, if memory serves me correctly, Holly,
the longer you go without sex, the meaner and bitchier you get.
- Eat me. - Hello.
(laughs)
Well, I'm really mad at Gerry.
Maybe that's why he did it. You have to stop wanting him at some point.
- When? - (fishing line whirring)
- (gasps) Oh! - Grab the pole!
- What? - A fish!
- It's a fish! - You've got a fish!
- Holly, grab the pole! - OK!
Out of the thing-a-majiggy! Hurry!
- Whoo! - You're not holding the ball.
- Turn the knobby thing! - Will you stop being so butch?
- (shouting) - Help me!
- The fish! - (shouting)
(screaming)
(laughing)
Oh, my God!
What happened to our oars?
(sharon) Oh, my God.
Help!
(all) Help!
Help!
I hate cosmetics companies.
They get you addicted to the perfect lipstick or nail polish
and then six months later they discontinue it.
You have to buy favourite colours like you're storing up for the apocalypse.
That was my last bottle.
I still think that one of us should swim ashore,
and it should be the one who's already inflated.
- OK, no, that's good. Here! - Ah!
- Go swim ashore. - Is that necessary?
- Now you can go swim ashore. - Are you happy that I inhaled toxins?
Stop fighting! You're acting like babies!
Shut up!
Nice.
(air hissing)
Maybe we'll eventually drift towards the shore.
What shore? That could take months.
Better not take more than nine or there's gonna be another on this boat.
What?
I wasn't gonna say anything until we got back. I'm having a baby!
- Ah! - (both laughing)
A baby? Sharon, wow.
- I know! I know! - When are you due?
- March. - Oh, thank God.
- You can still be in my wedding. - What?
(laughs) I'm getting married! Tom proposed.
I said yes, and we're planning a New Year's Eve wedding. (screams)
Oh, God! Oh! Congratulations!
- (laughter) - You OK?
Yeah. No, yeah! No, I mean, it's just,
this is just a lot of information to get in one boat.
Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
You know, I wasn't gonna say anything until we got back. This is your trip.
- No, no, it's OK. - Me too, but we might die here,
so I'm not going down as a spinster.
- You're getting married. - You're having a baby.
Oh, my God! What, are you kidding me?
I know!
(thunder rumbles)
Mm. Who's the cook?
- I am. - Me.
We all helped.
Denise is getting married. Isn't that great?
- Sharon's pregnant! - Congratulations to both of you.
(both) Thank you.
Food was great. I don't think I came up for air once.
(women laughing)
You know, it got a lot darker while I was busy.
Mm. Yeah, it gets dark at night... here.
Um, you work on the lake?
Two days a week. Kind of a patrolman.
Although, I gotta say, first time I ever had to save anyone.
I feel really badly about you having to drive all the way back this late.
- That's enough. - This rain, forget it.
- Please feel free to stay till morning. - We have a pull-out couch.
A bed that pulls out.
It is a long drive.
- I would love a shower. - What a great idea!
There's one downstairs. I'll get you linens, towels.
I'll show you.
Great. Um, take your wine...
(sharon laughs)
- What are you, crazy? - He's staying the whole night.
He's gonna be here all night long, all night long.
He's gonna be here all night.
(shower running)
(sharon, Denise talking, indistinct)
(sharon) Oh, my God, you have to get pregnant immediately! Immediately!
- (Denise) We'll have our kids together. - (sharon) How cute is that?
(sharon) I have just this feeling like there's a boy inside of me.
(William clears throat)
Oh, Jesus! Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were upstairs!
I need to just get my clothes.
I'll get out of your way.
(sighs) sorry about that.
Would you like a drink?
Should I just lick it off the counter then?
Oh, no! Sorry, no, I just...
It's been a long time since I've seen a man that naked...
I mean, you have a... How about that drink?
- You're very sweet. - Oh, God.
Last time a guy said that, he followed up with:
- "But I don't date 13-year-olds." - Well, lucky for you, neither do I.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- (William laughs) - I'm sorry!
- Hi. - Sorry.
Oh, I can't do this, I'm sorry! It's not you, I'm just shaking.
I don't know how. I don't know if I want to.
I haven't been held in... Oh, never mind.
I'm just screwed up. I'm trouble. Yeah.
- I like trouble. - Oh, no.
I don't mean cool, Pulp Fiction trouble.
I mean mental case, wacko trouble.
I'm out of my league here. I mean, I haven't had a new man in over ten years.
I had this old one. I mean, he wasn't old, he was just old to me
because I had him so long. He was my husband, but he died.
(laughs)
Kissing him like that, I'm not surprised, poor lad.
(laughs)
Not gonna work. I feel like I'm trying on a new pair of shoes
I really want to buy, but they just don't fit.
Sorry.
All right then, how about going barefoot for a while?
There's no man, alive or dead, who's gonna fault you for living.
You're very sweet.
He was a good man, I reckon, your man who died.
Yes.
A very good man.
- William? - Hmm?
Could you drive me to Enniskerry in the morning?
Sure. You got friends there?
Family. Sort of.
- In-laws. I should see them. - Hmm.
What's their name? Maybe I know them.
The Kennedys.
Not Rose and Martin?
Yeah. You know them?
You're not Gerry's Holly?
- What? - Oh...
You're the girl from the pub that night. I was in Gerry's band.
- Not Billy... Gallagher? - One and the same.
- (gasping) - It's all right.
All right. Me and Gerry shared everything.
- (gasps) - Oh! No, no, no.
I didn't mean it like that. I meant he wouldn't have a problem...
Well, he might have a problem, but there's not much he can do
about it now, is there?
Holly, come here.
Come back to bed.
Now, let's talk.
I heard he died.
Tumour, was it? Yeah.
You know, Gerry and I, we...
We hadn't seen each other in a long, long while.
Sad when that happens to best friends, isn't it?
He, um... He was a wonderful lad.
It's all right, you know.
It's OK.
You know, these things, they happen now and again,
not very often, but now and again.
Would you like me to tell you some stories about me and Gerry?
I've got plenty.
Yeah?
OK, here you go. Come on, sit back.
You know, he was... He was my very, very best mate.
Starting back when we were terrors running about at five and six.
(laughs) Oh, he made me laugh.
There was this time, I don't remember how old we were,
probably, you know, ten, 11. And we jumped on a train...
(muted dialogue)
We received those packages you sent. Come in. Come in.
(playing piano)
Martin?
Look who it is.
Oh, well, look at that! Come here, dear.
So nice to see you.
He was always one for writing, wasn't he?
- Should've gone professional. - No. He did it for the love of it.
Now, where is it?
Oh, here it is.
"When Holly visits, take her to my fort in the backyard
and give her this envelope."
He... knew that I'd come visit you?
Suppose he did.
- Martin. - All right.
It's not really a fort, it's just a stone wall.
He used to call it that when he was little.
He goes on about other things, lovely things.
He... hadn't much strength in the end, though, did he?
Makes me sick to think we weren't there when he died,
- for the funeral. - But you could hardly walk
- just after your operation. - Maybe you'll come and visit us
- a bit more now that he's gone, eh? - Martin, don't put that on her.
You're under no obligation.
It's not like we're blood family.
I'd like to come visit.
And I'm sorry we didn't in the past. I...
I just thought you were angry with me for taking Gerry away.
- She wanted you dead, you know. - Martin, don't you dare!
I don't blame you.
You know, my mother, she never quite got over the idea either.
Yeah, well, you were both so young, and it happened too fast,
but Gerry loved you. I saw that.
I saw that.
(Gerry) To my Galway girl: You're an angel for seeing my folks.
I told you my mum didn't hate your guts. Well, you know, any more.
You are now standing in my fort where I did all my big thinking.
This is where I stood thinking about you, after the very first time we met.
You didn't look real to me at first.
I never saw so many colours on one girl before,
but you looked like you belonged out there, all right.
You and all your colours.
Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?
I'm lost.
Oh, you didn't look lost, not to me.
So, what are you looking for out here?
Wicklow Mountains National Park?
(laughs) Wicklow Mountains National Park.
How long you been walking for?
A few hours.
Well, you've probably been in the National Park for a few hours then.
Oh, my God. This is a park?
It's so cold! The paper said it was gonna be warm.
It is warm! I know you're lost, but you do know you're in Ireland, don't you?
- Well, I better head back. - And where is that?
Um, I'm staying at a B and B in Dun-Iouga-hairy.
Dunlagohairy? No, I think you mean Dún Laoghaire.
- (laughs) You're kidding? - No. Would I lie to you?
- Dún Laoghaire? - Dún Laoghaire.
(laughing) OK. Thanks.
Ah, you're grand. But you're going the wrong way, you know.
That way? OK.
I think you enjoy this getting lost, don't you?
You know, actually, I don't mind so much, not here.
So how did you come to be here?
Oh, on my way home, college trip. We started in Greece.
Jesus, that's a long walk. That's a bad joke.
- What are you studying? - Um, art.
- Art? Oh, so you're an artist, then? - Yeah.
- I don't know yet. - That's great.
- Do you make anything, or...? - I don't know yet.
- (both laugh) - Good luck with that.
Oh...
Mind if we walked a ways together since we're going in the same direction?
I'll stay on this side of the road. Don't even have to talk.
Just, quite nice, you know, sometimes, walking along with someone
without talking, once you get your feet wet.
(Gerry) The no talking thing didn't last.
Before long, I couldn't get you to shut up.
But you were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake
and all your grand plans.
I had no idea what you were talking about,
but I couldn't help loving the way you talked.
"I must create a..." something.
"...or be enslaved by another man's..."
something. Wait, "I will not...
I will not... reason or compare.
My business is to create..."
- something. Oh, God! - Did you just make that up then?
No, it's William Blake, but I completely screwed it up.
No, you didn't, you made it better. I understood it.
- (Gerry) I didn't have a clue. - All I know is,
if you don't figure out the "something", you'll just stay ordinary.
And it doesn't matter if it's a work of art or a taco
or a pair of socks. Just create something new and there it is.
And it's you, out in the world, outside of you.
And you can look at it or hear it or read it or feel it
and you know a little bit more about you.
A little bit more than anybody else does. Does that make any sense at all?
Yeah. You're saying you want to paint socks.
Maybe!
(Gerry) I loved you right then and there.
(Holly) I like this jacket.
(Gerry) It looks good on you. Got it in a bet.
What was the bet?
Well, I was a few Guinnesses for the worse at this point,
but a fella bet me that I couldn't get a certain girl to kiss me
- without a provocation. - What girl?
- His girl. - Oh! How did you do it?
There's nothing to it.
A fella just has to tell a woman the truth without words.
It's like a signal you send out.
The woman, she just picks it up.
And what's the truth?
That kissing her would be the end of life as I know it.
Wow.
And that's true of every girl you've gotten to kiss you?
(laughs) Oh, I could turn it on and off when I was younger
and I had no principles. When every girl that I was lucky enough to kiss
was the end of life as I knew it.
And now...?
Now, I only send it out when I think she might be the one that makes it true.
I know where I am now. Thanks, it was really nice to meet you.
- I could walk you into town. - Oh, no, it's OK.
I know where I am. I know where I'm going.
I'll never forget this.
Oh, yourjacket.
No, wait! Oh, wait, wait, don't move.
- What? - Oh, yeah, it's a wild Irish dog.
- A what? - Shh! You have to stand still.
- OK. - Get close, like one person.
If we separate, he'll feel threatened
- and attack our vital parts. - What vital parts?
- All my parts are vital! - (barking)
- (gasping) - (growling)
We have to stand still. Now, just let him sniff around a bit.
(sniffing)
I'm really scared. Would you put your arms around me?
All right. Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
Yeah.
Could we turn around and face each other without freaking him out?
Uh, OK. Sure.
- But let's move very slowly, OK? - OK.
- Ow - Oh, sorry!
I haven't done this in a while. I...
I've been seeing this boy, but we don't do much.
- Maybe it's me. - No, he's a boy who...
...doesn't know anything about kissing.
That's a man's business.
Is it?
That was the most perfect...
...perfect first kiss.
That was the second.
This is the third.
- (man) Brody, come! - (barking)
Hey, Gerry.
How are you, Jeff?
- Hey, where you going? - No, stay! Stay.
No, but... You have my jacket.
I know, I'm keeping it unless we meet again.
I bet we do.
Well, that's a bet you're gonna have to win
because if we do meet again then that'll be the end of it, you know.
- The end of what? - Life as we know it.
- Look, I'm singing at this pub... - No, no, no!
No, no, don't tell me. If I happen to walk into the right one,
in the right town, then we'll know for sure, won't we?
And if I don't, then that'll just be the most perfect kiss ever created
by two strangers and we'll just keep it perfect for the rest of our lives.
- What's your name? - No, no! Wait, no, don't.
Don't, don't. No, no, don't.
(Gerry) Life had changed as I knew it.
And now it's changed again, luv.
See, I don't worry about you remembering me.
It's that girl on the road you keep forgetting.
"My business is to create.
Doesn't even matter what you do."
You told me that, remember?
P.s.
(Gerry) So go home. Go find it.
Find that thing that makes you like nobody else.
I'll help.
Look for a sign.
- (phone rings) - (answering machine beeps)
(Patricia) it's Mom. Sharon said you're home.
- (Sharon) Where are you? - (Patricia) Call me.
(Sharon) You haven't returned calls. Come to my appointment.
(Denise) What is going on? Nobody's heard from you, my maid of honour.
- Call! - (Gerry) lf you need any job
to get by, be realistic, luv, all right?
(Denise) You are not calling me back!
(Gerry) You can't be a secret agent, no such thing as a vampire slayer.
(Denise) I'm getting married. Where are you?
- (jumbled voices) - (Denise) I am so mad at you!
Shh. There she is.
Great shoes.
(phone rings)
(machine beeps)
(Denise) This is for Holly Kennedy. Please tell her, her friend
is getting married December 31st and she's not invited. OK?
How about that? You're not invited.
(* Laura Izibor: Carousel)
(Denise) Look at this. It needs to be tighter!
(woman) I will do whatever you want, but I'm not so sure, I mean...
- Look... - Your bust looks absolutely right.
Let me tell you, you don't want to look too busty.
Well, see, although, you know, my breasts are beautiful and firm,
they do often have a mind of their own and go off in different directions
without adult supervision. So could you just take it in a quarter-inch?
- Just a quarter-inch. OK. - OK.
Could you give us... excuse us for a minute, please?
- Sure. - Thanks.
You look beautiful.
Well, I could've used some help.
This is the twelfth dress I've tried on, so...
I'm sorry.
Well, you were supposed to be my maid of honour, but I didn't hear from you.
Sharon feels too conspicuous since she's popped. So guess what?
I had to ask Tom's 51-year-old sister,
who looks like Jerry springer and doesn't like me
all because my best friend couldn't stand me being so happy.
Why? Why is that?
Because our lives were moving on and you weren't the centre of attention anymore?
- Yes. - Really?
- It was awful and I'm really sorry. - Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. You were right and I was wrong.
I'm such a bitch! I'm sorry! I was so crazy mad.
- I hope you can forgive me. - Oh, you know what, it's not too late.
You can still be a bridesmaid.
- OK. - OK?
Can I ask you a favour?
- I want to make your wedding shoes. - My shoes?
What'd you turn into, Geppetto?
Oh, my God! These are gorgeous!
I've been taking a class. Itjust happened out of the blue.
- I really love it. - Oh, my God!
They're one of a kind. You'll be the only bride in the world to wear them.
Love that! (laughs)
Oh, God, Holly! This is like shoe art.
They're gorgeous! We have to show these to someone.
(Holly) I feel like Gerry's guiding me.
I mean, shoes. I love shoes, but I never thought about it.
- You look so great. - Thanks.
- 'Course, I look great too, right? - Yes.
When all this started happening, you're the first person I wanted to tell.
- Isn't that funny? - Hilarious.
Any way we can stretch this lunch out into a dinner?
I'm gonna change the subject.
- How are you? - I'm good. Things are good. I...
I've got some, some ideas for the future, possible business prospects.
I think about you all the time.
- That's a little too much information. - Yes.
You did say you were thinking about me.
Because you've been a real friend through this all.
So you haven't thought about me in the... nude?
- (laughs) No. - Not once?
- No. - Not even without my shirt?
Gerry, stop it!
Daniel.
I'm Daniel.
Sorry.
Ever gonna feel the way you felt about Gerry,
or do you have to wait for one of your letters to figure that out?
Where you going?
I really like you,
but I can't be the invisible man.
I'm tired of being the shoulder.
I want to be another body part you need, you know?
I wanna be the bad guy.
I want a woman to go crazy over me
and then I wanna use her up until she's ruined for all other men.
- You don't want that. - No, I don't, but I would...
(sighs) I'd like to date a woman who actually likes men.
I'd like to be somebody's "Gerry".
It's all right. Honestly, it's not your fault, it's mine.
I didn't plan on feeling for you, itjust happened.
So I'm sorry about that.
- Is your guest coming back? - No.
Just you on your own, then?
(* Toby Lightman: My Sweet Song)
Take a break, will you?
- Mom! - What's the matter?
(sobbing)
Come on.
- What happened? - (sobbing)
When Daddy left,
I was 14 and I said,
"That's it, never again. No man..."
And then I meet Gerry.
This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then...
...and then he died! What was the point?
- I know, honey. - I'm so angry I could kill somebody!
I'm alone and...
...it doesn't matter whatjob I have or what I do or what I don't do
or what friends I have. He's not here. I'm...
I'm not here.
- I mean, you're alone no matter what! - That's right.
You know, I didn't come here for you to give me some bullshit honest answer.
- Why can't you lie to me just once? - I'm sorry, sweetheart.
(sobbing)
- I can't breathe. I can't breathe. - Shh. Come on.
Let's go for a walk.
Your father and I used to come here. They had dances.
Well, not really dances.
We'd come with radios and cigarettes
and drink beer and listen to Jimi Hendrix.
I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own.
Yeah, I know that.
I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room
until he looks at you or touches your hand
or even makes a joke at your expense,
just to let everyone know you're with him.
You're his.
God, that man could make me laugh.
Daddy?
I don't ever remember you laughing.
Well, that makes me sad...
...'cause I did.
I did.
Did you hate Gerry because he reminded you of Dad?
A little.
You know the worst thing for a parent, second after losing a child?
Watching your child head for the same life you had
and you can't stop it.
It's a terrible, helpless feeling.
Makes you angry all the time.
And I've been angry...
...a very long time.
I'm exhausted.
Do you think we'll ever see Dad again?
No, sweetheart.
Never.
So you have to stop waiting.
You?
I have to say I was impressed by how he worked everything out ahead of time,
every delivery schedule, the mailbox key.
Getting that leatherjacket wasn't easy with you acting like Miss Havisham.
He made me promise.
I couldn't say no.
I told him I didn't think it was good for you, but I couldn't say no.
It's the last one.
So, now alone or not,
you gotta walk ahead.
Thing to remember is,
if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.
It helps me sometimes.
(* Nellie McKay: P.S. I Love You)
- (answering machine beeps) - (Daniel) Hi, it's Daniel.
Remember what I said in the restaurant?
Well, please forget it word by word.
They're gonna build a new Yankee Stadium.
I don't know why I said that. I'm making small talk. I hate small talk.
I hate the people who make small talk. I should stop. I'm stopping.
Shit!
Gerry?
My uncle can get us in anytime we want.
He turned the lights on for us.
It's amazing.
You sure?
It's OK.
"Dear Holly, I don't have much time.
I don't mean literally. I mean, you're out buying ice cream
and you'll be home soon,
but I have a feeling this is the last letter.
Because there's only one thing left to tell you.
It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp.
You can take care of yourself without any help from me.
It's to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me.
You made me a man by loving me, Holly,
and for that I am eternally grateful.
Literally.
If you can promise me anything,
promise me that whenever you're sad or unsure
or you lose complete faith,
that you'll try and see yourself through my eyes.
Thank you for the honour of being my wife.
I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I?
You made my life, Holly,
but I'm just one chapter in yours.
There'll be more, I promise.
So here it comes, the big one.
Don't be afraid to fall in love again.
Watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends.
P.s., I will always love you."
Have you thought about this?
About me, I mean?
Have you?
Yeah.
- This isn't gonna work. - No way, no how!
- Damn! - (gasps)
Oh, wow.
I mean, that was like kissing my sister.
- I'm so relieved! - (laughing)
I got this letter and thought he was feeling self-sacrificing,
but he's full of crap. If he really meant it he'd give me a sign.
- I hate signs. - I got your message.
Weird, bitter friends?
Forever.
What's wrong, friend?
It's Gerry.
It's been a year...
...and I don't feel him around me anymore.
I don't think he's here anymore.
I think Gerry's gone.
He's really gone.
(* Flogging Molly: Lf I Ever Leave This World Alive)
(Holly) Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again.
And maybe one day I will.
But there are all kinds of love out there.
This is my one and only life,
and it's a great and terrible and short and endless thing,
and none of us come out of it alive.
I don't have a plan except that it's time my mom laughed again.
She's never seen the world.
She's never seen lreland,
so I'm taking her back to where we started.
Maybe now she'll understand.
Mom?
William?
Hello, you.
You back for another visit?
- How long? - I don't know.
Oh. Um, this is my mom, Patricia.
Hello. This is me father, Patsy.
You've dropped your sweets, luv. Mustn't do that around these parts.
Pretty woman like you, a fella could take it the wrong way.
(laughing)
So I'll see you around then?
Yeah.
(Holly) I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead.
I'll write to you again soon.
P. S... Guess what?
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