How 'Remember Sunday' should have ended.....

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.