MOLLY:{stares at
computer. Reads “Ask Molly to Marry Me”. smiles. Turns back to Gustave}
GUSTAVE: everything okay?
MOLLY: AMAZING IT IS ALL AMAZING ! AND I FEEL LIKE THE SUN
IS BURNING THROUGH MY FINGERS AND THE WORLD HAS EXPLODED IN BOUTS OF SKITTLES
AND SMARTIES AND RAINBOW FUN
GUSTAVE: [takes Molly in his arms] I feel the same way,
Molly. I only remember this moment. Not
tomorrow… not yesterday… just this.
[they kiss]
NEXT DAY: EXTERIOR, JEWELLERY SHOP:
MOLLY [voice over] the day that Gustave asked me to marry
him was a sunny, New Orlean’s summer day bloated with heat. My too-short skirt
stuck to my thighs and the wisps of my perfectly-imperfect braid licked at the
sides of my face. I went to the
jewellery store to see Gustave to tell him that everything would be okay. That
we should get married. … that is if he forgets.
INTERIOR, JEWELLERY SHOP
GUSTAVE: MOLLY! It’s you!
MOLLY: [flabberghasted] you know me? what? Really?
GUSTAVE: you see, my short term memory thing was all a
dream! I mean, it was real; but I was
able to switch it off in my mind. In my slumber. It looks like the surgery
worked it just took a few years to kick in.
MOLLY: wha…? How??? Whaaa?
GUSTAVE: molly, do you remember this? [extracts ruby ring from envelope]
MOLLY: my great aunt’s ring that was of no particular plot
significance?
GUSTAVE: the very one.
Will you take this ring? Will you marry me in this clichéd jewellery-shop
cloister of a proposal scene?
MOLLY: Of course I will; but can't you just come up with your own ring? i mean, you're kinda giving me back my own ring....
GUSTAVE: but it has sentimental value and technically I bought it because I bought it from you
MOLLY: True that.
GUSTAVE: and do you promise to remember….
MOLLY: remember what?
GUSTAVE: Remember Sunday.
MOLLY: why Sunday? You mean that day when we went to LA and
saw the space stuff and I ran into your ex-fiancee in a plot that went nowhere?
GUSTAVE: yes. Sunday
MOLLY: I still… I don’t… I mean….
GUSTAVE: Sunday, Molly. Remember Sunday
MOLLY: I will never really remember why we are remembering Sunday;
but if it means I get to marry you and get that ring and have you sing the
Tangled song to me at our wedding then, sure. Why not.
4 comments:
Yes! YES! PERFECT!
Hmm... I think I'll stick with the actual one, girl. Yours is better suited to a Hallmark channel flick methinks. ;)
Great sense of humor you have!
And...they'll live happily ever after as long as she never changes her shampoo.
BAHAHA!!! Oh you are too funny. I was so disappointed, especially with all the buildup. I know that Hallmark movies aren't meant to be cinematic wonders but I wanted sappy entertainment darn it! LOL
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